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Accidental Targ

Scene III: i told you to hold my hand! | Masterlist

Daemon Targaryen x Modern!Reader

Summary: After coming to terms with the fact you were in King's Landing some two thousand years before your birth, you get reunited with your friend and try to manifest your way back to the present. For the meantime, Harwin Strong is your bodyguard.

Word Count: 4k+

Warnings: fem!reader, time travel au, descriptions of reader's hair, incestuous gremlin!daemon, very sus and innappropriate boss-employee dynamics, low key sugar daddy!otto hightower vibes, crackfic, typos, etc.

A/N: GUYS I DID IT. I FINISHED IT 😫 Also, its come to my attention that perhaps the way i planned out everything geographically is ??? bad but no its not just roll with it AND!! remember yall voted for him ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ i have a feeling you didnt read the prompt fully but whatever HAHAHAA i honestly have no idea where i meant to take this fic, so ???? enjoy?? HAHHAAH

Shoot me if I ever say it again, but for now: gods bless capitalism, specifically for it desecrating a national landmark.

Where once I was one of the people who protested against the building of the High Garden Centre, girl, was I thankful that the old ruins of the fucking Red Keep laid there as a little ol' artsy featurette.

"What's that sound?" Daemon asks as we stand from our spot.

I turn to my side, never before so relieved to hear and see, no more than two blocks away, a rave spilling out of a club, the very one Libby and I were at before we got into this shit show. "That, my prince, is called EDM."

I hurriedly run to Libby's side to pick her up, but Daemon does that himself. He get down and pulls the blue haired woman on his back, and I help him. At the same time, I feel a buzz from my satchel.

My phone!

Daemon watches me as I frantically claw for my device. The amount of texts and call notifications that pop up on my screen is overwhelming. I decide to just let it go off and grab Daemon's arm, "come on."

We walk down from the ruins, shifting through the shrubs and foliage around it. I catch the sight a mall cop and feel agitated when he looks over. He couldn't care less though, the site was open to the public after all, and with a literal club being right there, we were the least of his worries.

We pass the rusty chain fence surrounding it, and draw near Harrenhal (the club). Once we're there, a bunch of men hoot and holler at me. I ignore them as they say something about my 'Targaryen' hair and it dawns on me they were probably calling me princess and lady because I was still in a fucking Targaryen era dress.

Still, I ignore the stupid fucks as they ask to see my pretty skirt, opting to walk faster instead. I was horrified by how loud and violent Daemon's scream was.

He shouted so gutturally that I couldn't understand a lick of The High Valyrian flaming out of his mouth. The vein on his neck popped out and I literally had to hold him back from charging and dropping Libby.

"Daemon, please!" I whimper, heart racing, "Libby's still on you-"

"Grab her and I'll fucking ram steel down- COME OVER HERE AND SAY THAT AGAIN. SAY THAT-"

Steel? I look to his belt. Fucking seven hells, he brought Dark Sister?

I look back at him with wide eyes, feeling nauseous now that I've caught how maddened he looked.

In a panic, I gently pat his face while pulling his arm back, "Daemon, please."

He doesn't look at me.

My voice gets softer and my eyes water, "Daemon, I beg you."

He huffs and clenches his jaw, still not sparing me a glance.

"We don't have time for them," I whisper and keep my hand on his cheek, "I'm just going to connect to the club's wifi from here, then I'll can call us an Ubor."

Daemon does not tear his gaze from the men, who eventually waddle away to whatever sewer they came from, still hollering bullshit as they did.

"Kesan daor nārhēdegon naejot nyetodha aōha irosh," Daemon mutters. I will not forget to slit your throats.

The relief that washed over me was unparalleled when I booked an Ubor set to arrive in 3 minutes. I whimper and rub my eyes, "okay, not long now."

Daemon finally looks at me, still visibly pissed, and adjusts Libby on his back.

I wipe my face, "we're just going to get in the c-" Fuck... I should probably prepare him for the car.

"Okay," I raise my hands, "we're going to get in a metal..." I motion to the space, "... there's going to be a- a- carriage? But with no horse... but and when I get in, you just get in with me, okay?"

Daemon's expression is now one of confusion.

I sigh and place a hand on his shoulder, "it's going to be okay."

His lips curl, "... OK."

I screw my eyes shut and shake my head rapidly, "I mean alright. Alright! ALRIGHT!"

Daemon takes in my visible frustration and nods slowly, "OK."

To be honest, Daemon was a pretty good Ubor passenger, save for the fact his sword nearly cut me, Libby, him and the fucking car seats when he tried to sit without removing his scabbard first. We were lucky the driver seemed to be used to... ren fair people.

He also seemed to be used to driving people to the ER. I was too relieved to think realize how fucked up that kinda is in the moment. Needless to say, I gave him 5 stars and an extra tip.

With Dark Sister in my grip and Libby in Daemon's arms, we finally made it to Lannister Medical Center.

The moment we get there, I run inside the ER and break down at the first nurse I see. I infodump everything, how Libby got attacked, how Harwin lost her, how some maesters tried to help us, how she lost a lot of blood, how I'm afraid she's going to die, how Daemon ended up carrying her, and I just keep going up until I saw Libby's blue hair scattered on a stretcher and the nurse told me to sit down.

I didn't have much fight in me left to argue, so I sit myself down on the bench. But then I see the nurse speaking to Daemon, who, seemed to be explaining what had happened, and I panic all over again.

Before I could stand though, another nurse was there to accommodate me. He did a checkup on me, asked me how I was feeling, and asked if I needed anything to calm down.

I told him I was fine and proceeded to answer his other questions. Daemon eventually came to my side and eyed him.

The nurse gives me a nod and offers a smile, "you seem to be physically well. Just let yourself relax. The doctors have your friend; they'll do their best to help her."

"Thank you."

The nurse nods again. He gives me and Daemon one last look before walking off.

I grab Daemon's hand once it's just the two of us. I look up and shudder, "we did it."

He looks down at me, violet eyes solemn. He brings a hand to my cheek and swipes at my cheek, "ȳdra daor limagon."

"I don't know what that means," I mumble.

"I said don't cry, pretty girl," he kneels in front of me, "worrying will not save your friend."

I stare at him, feeling my heart race and belly roll because of the look he had. He brushes my silver hair back behind my shoulders, only intensifying the flurry in my stomach. Just as I opened my mouth to speak, suddenly, my stomach growls. Oh.

Daemon turns his eyes to my belly as I clutch it.

"You want something to eat... prince?"

Daemon reaches a hand out, "lead the way."

I take his hand, grab Dark Sister, and hand it to him. He fastens his scabbard as we exit the ER and I go through my satchel, fishing for my wallet. Just before I get it, I remember that I blew most of my money on the Ubor.

"Fuck," I curse and turn to Daemon, "I don't have enough money."

Daemon rests his hand on his sword and simply stairs.

"I don't have coin," I clarify. I look around the road and figure our chances of riding a bus at this hour was nonexistent. I give him a look, "do you mind walking home with me?"

Daemon raises a brow, "as opposed to swimming home with you?"

I raise my brows and sigh, "Daemon-"

"Lead the way," he nods and points, "I am not one to tire easily."

I nod and slice through air to drive a point, "okay. No matter what happens," I reach out to him, "you have to hold my hand, okay?"

He looks at my hand then my face, his violet eyes sparkle with amusement. He chuckles but he links his fingers between mine (overkill if you ask me). I'm glad goosebumps don't form.

Daemon smiles softly, "you take me for a child, riña?"

"This child knows how to cross the street," I squeeze his hand harder than necessary and begin to walk off, "I'm not sure you do, kekepa." Grandfather.

Daemon laughs, full-on throwing his head back, "how hard is it to cross? You jus-"

His words go dry when an empty school bus passes us. He was so stunned by the yellow contraption, I had to tug his arm to continue walking.

Just then, a Megatron looking-ass truck drives down the street. I hiss and curse the 14 wheeler for emitting such horrible smoke, eyeing it as it drives away.

Meanwhile, I catch the prince's stunned reaction and almost feel bad for finding it funny. Almost.

We arrive at my apartment about 20 minutes later.

I press the elevator button and turn to Daemon, "don't put your arm between the door, okay?"

Daemon gives me a look.

The elevator opens and we step inside. Daemon gives me a look, "we have lifts you know."

I pull my head back, "you do?"

"At the wall," Daemon retorts as the elevator door closes.

"The wall?" I think for a moment, "ahh. You're right."

A beat.

I knit my brows, "wait, you've been to the wall?"

"Of course I've been to the wall."

The moment we get to my place, relief washes over me. I take my shoes off and scoop my hair in front, "fucking rip this dress off me."

Without a single thought between his brows, Daemon's reaches out to undo the ties at the back of my dress.

Just before he does this, I hear him walk in with his boots and nearly have a heart attack when he passes my threshold.

"OH, ABSOLUTELY NOT!" I turn and shove him back, "take your crusty boots off now!"

Daemon looks at me in bewilderment but walks back and doesn't protest as he removes his shoes. He places his shoes on the rack along with mine.

Not wasting time, he catches my arm and yanks me towards him. He spins me around and immediately undoes the back of my dress. I hastily begin to tug my dress down once I can.

He chuckles, "eager girl."

I rather literally jump out of my dress when I can. Pent-up rage overcomes me. I turn around and start kicking the dress away, releasing all my frustration and anger out on the thing. I curse 8th century Westeros and the Red Keep in particular and assault the object until I'm out of breath.

I proceed to jump onto my sofa and allow exhaustion to finally take over my being.

A second later, I catch Daemon's expression and realize, he probably thought he was going to get lucky when I asked him to basically strip me naked.

"Ahh," I get back on my feet, "sorry about," I point to the dress, "that."

Daemon says nothing as he steps closer. He reaches out for my hip and I swat his hand away. I shake my head, "this is my house."

He chuckles as I evade him on my way to the kitchen, which was not nearly as far as it should have been. The prince eyes the space, "yes. An impressive little room you've got." He follows after me, "I'd love to see the rest of it."

I look at him as I reach my fridge and open the door.

Daemon squints at the light that radiates on me. I cuss at the fact I only had cereal (no milk) and some vegetables that have gone bad. I grab the paper box and hand it to him. He blankly stares at it as I discard the vegetables.

Daemon's brows contort at he box, "it's cold."

I wash my hands, "yeah, refrigerators do that."

"Gra'-nola," he reads.

"Granola," I correct as I dry my hands on my shift.

I'm suddenly struck with the realization his grubby has have never seen antibacterial soap. I snatch the box from him and motion to the sink, "wash your hands."

Daemon turns to the sink and purses his lips.

For a second, I debate if he'd melt if he uses something antiseptic, but then figure I should still take my chances.

I prop the cereal on the counter and exemplify him how to wash his hands. Daemon, with slight reluctance, pumps some hand wash on his palm, opens the sink, and rinses.

I excitedly applaud him once he was done.

"A hand towel," he raises his dripping hands.

I look around even though I didn't have a hand towel. I shrug, "I usually just use my pants."

Daemon shakes his hands by the sink, "your pants?"

"Yeah. They're like clothes that you put on your-"

He grabs my shift and pulls me closer. He wipes his hands on it, "I know what pants are, princess."

I push him off and smirks as he dodges. I make a face, "well, I do so beg your pardon, your majesty."

The prince lets out a low laugh, "don't get too brazen, or I'll have you begging till you weep."

I quickly change the subject, "get that damned sword off your hip." I shoo him and rummage through my kitchen cabinets.

Daemon watches this and chuckles again. He tilts his head as he eyes my legs. He undoes his scabbard, sets it on my dining table, and pulls out a chair. He sits down just as I find a can of Sbam. Huzzah!

I grab a chopping board and open the can. A small smile spreads on the prince's lips as stares. But then, his expression drops when I shake, or try to shake, the processed meat out of the can.

I huff once I've succeeded, and I begin to cut the Sbam chunk, "you know this was in created during the war," I slice a piece, "it saved a lot of people from starvation."

"Which war?"

I freeze when he says this. I open my mouth then close it, unsure if recounting the details of world wars to him was a good idea, "you know what, never mind that."

Once I was done with the Sbam, I got a pan and heat it up. I get a plate and a loaf of bread, then place it on the table.

I click my tongue at the sight of his sword, "off the table!"

Daemon watches as I take Dark Sister and replace it with the plate and bread. I place the sword by the shoes and he takes the plastic wrapped bread. He feels the material and opens it, "what is this?"

"Bread," I retort, going back to my pan.

"No, I know that, but what's it wrapped with?"

I give him a quick look, "oh, plastic," I begin to cook the Sbam, "it's made of carbon... I think- I dunno- don't quote me on that."

Daemon opens the bag and takes a slice of bread. He pulls his had back, "it's sliced."

I beam and jump excitedly, "it is! It's sliced bread! Betty White is older than sliced bread! And so are you!"

Daemon ignores this as he sniffs the piece in his hand. He takes a bite then and makes a face, "why does it taste like that?"

"Like what?"

His brows knit and his eyes narrow, "like a pretender."

I burst into a laugh. I flip over the Sbam with a spatula, "imitation bread?"

"It wants so earnest to be bread," he pushes the loaf away and shakes his head, "but it clearly isn't."

I laugh even harder.

He snorts at my reaction. He smiles as leans back on his chair. A few moments later, he grows serious, "you ought to dismiss your royal baker."

Oh. My lips twitch and I chuckle under my breath, "ah, yes. My royal baker. Yes, I will dismiss my royal baker for making horrible sliced bread. Yes."

The Sbam was now cooked. I present it to him on a plate, "bon app-- ... I hope you like it."

Daemon leans forward to scrutinize the dish.

I press my lips into a line as I sit down next to him. I take a slice of imitation bread and fold in a slice of Sbam. I realize just how hungry I was after taking a bite. Through half-full mouth, I mutter, "it's good."

Daemon watches me and follows suit. He takes some bread and Sbam, then chomps.

I stop chewing. Wait, what if he gets an instant heart attack because his living fossil-self can't handle processed food?

He licks his lips and chews. I begin to grow more agitated as he makes a face.

"It's delicious," Daemon says, going in for another bite.

My agitation turns into shock, "really?!"

"Well, it's no roasted pork, but it'll suffice," he mutter between chews.

I let out a soft laugh and nod, "I'm glad it's enough for the prince."

"I'm honored the princess herself made it for me."

Aw, fuck. Who's gonna tell him?

There is a knock on my door. At the same time, my phone rings.

Daemon is alerted by the sound and I dash away to finally answer my phone.

"What is that?" the prince asks.

"It's my phone. Remember? You can call people with it."

Daemon narrows his eyes as I rummage my bag for my device. The knocking on the door gets louder.

I turn to the door, "just a minute."

I find my phone and feel my stomach drop at the caller ID. The banging on the door persists.

I answer the phone and head for the door, "hello?"

"Fucking hells!" the voice is worn and apparently worried, "where the fuck have you bee-"

"It's not you outside, is it?" I cut him off as I head for the door.

"What?! No! I'm in the fucking North, dammit! Your friends have been calling me nonstop, since fucking Sunday! -"

I open the door and my face falls. Standing before me is a man in a dark teal suit; his tie was loose, his stubble was thick, and he held what looked like a dozen bags in his hands.

"- You and Libby have been fucking missing for days! Where-"

"Mr. Hightower," I lower my phone as the man on the other end continues to chastise me.

Otto Hightower looks me up and down, then sighs, "out of the way."

Without another thought, I step back to let him in. He expertly slips out of his leather shoes then heads towards my sofa. He places all the bags on the coffee table. I follow after him.

I hear my name being shouted from my phone. I close the door and follow after Otto.

I listen in on the call again and I hiss when the voice pierces my ear drum, "Jon, calm down."

"CALM DOWN!? HOW CAN I BE CALM WHEN YOU WON'T TELL ME ANYTHING!?"

I begin to panic when Daemon walks over.

"Who is that?" Otto asks me. He notices Daemon, then makes a face, "who are you?"

I look at Otto, then Daemon, and dash over to the prince, grabbing his hand. I watch in real time the recognition and disbelief that floods the Targaryen's features as he watches the other slowly remove his tie.

"Libby and I got stuck in the ren-fair!" I reply to my phone.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU FUCKING CALL?!"

"MY PHONE DIED, JON!" I shout back a lie.

Otto's brow raises. He looks at me and mouths, "Jon?"

I ignore that and groan "LOOK! I'm fine! Libby's-- ... Libby's," I whisper softly, "in the ER-"

"THE ER-"

"I'M TAKING CARE OF HER!"

"WHY THE FUCK IS SHE IN THE ER?!"

"Libby's in the ER?" Otto mutters.

I raise a finger to answer my phone, "Jon, please. I'll explain everything tomorrow."

He screams my name and I have to rip my phone away from my ear again. I vaguely hear him rant about how I should explain why his sister is in the fucking ER.

"Jon, Jon, I love you but I have to go," I quip and immediately end the call. I turn on airplane mode and throw my phone on to the couch.

I release a breath and find myself pulling a smile as the man in the suit eyes me. He's about to speak, but Daemon beats him to it.

"What was that?" the prince asks, pulling me by the arm to face him.

I turn to him and make a face. It's Otto that answers for me, "her ex boyfriend."

I turn to Otto as he tilts his head and raises a brow, as if daring me to correct him.

I do, "my best friend's brother."

Daemon eyes Otto; the latter makes a face, "who used to your lover," he crosses his arms, "I'm offended you take his calls but not mine."

"And who are you?" Daemon hisses, stepping towards him.

Without missing a beat, Otto meets his gaze and scoffs, "who are you?"

Daemon's pulls his chin back and chuckles dryly. His expression screamed FUCK AROUND AND FIND OUT.

I jump in front of him, my back presses his chest. I give a nervous laugh, "Mr. High- Director- Mr. Director- sir. This is Daemon."

Otto watches as I grip Daemon's hands behind me.

"And Daemon," I barely look at him over my shoulder, "this is... my... employe-"

"Otto Hightower," he cuts me off, bringing his hand into his breast pocket, "Director and CFO of King's Landing Holdings."

I wince, fuck.

"King's Landing?!" Daemon laughs out loud.

Otto produces a business card.

"It's a company!" I turn around and wave my hands, "it's a company! An establishment!"

Daemon does not tear his eyes away from him.

"He's my employer!" I explain.

Otto offers a piece of paper between his fingers.

The prince looks at it and slightly pushes me away, "what's he doing here then?"

"That's hardly any of your business," Otto retorts, tucking his business card back into his pocket.

Daemon laughs and finally turns to me. He mutters something in High Valyrian along the lines of 'let me do something' and 'stabbing'. I frantically shake my hand and push him back.

He thankfully relents and I sit him back down on my dining table.

My relief is fleeting when I realize the only reason Daemon didn't refute was because Otto was trailing right after me. My stomach drops when I feel a hand on my back.

Otto is right behind me. He places a few of the paper bags he brought on the table. He opens them, "I bought you dinner."

I turn to him, intent to tell him he shouldn't have.

"Amongst other things," he adds.

Daemon barks, "we have dinner."

"How did you even know I was home?" I say at the same time.

Otto's eyes flick to him, to the plate of Sbam on the table. His face is blank as looks back to me. He decides to remove his coat jacket, "I suppose you'd-" eyes Daemon, "-also think a candle equal to a campfire."

"Mister Hightower," I helplessly mutter.

He hangs his jacket on the backrest. He turns to me, "and you were missing--"

My expression sours.

"-- what did you expect me to do? I obviously utilized my connections. I'm offended you'd ask me such a thing."

Daemon mutters something in High Valyrian again.

"Of course, I had come see you myself," he looks at me through his lashes as rolls up his sleeves. My eyes dart to his sleeve tattoos and arm veins. When I begin to scrutinize the hairs on his skin, I realize I've stared to long.

In a panicked frenzy, I begin to unpack one of the paper bags. He, himself, brings out a stack of food containers and places them on the table.

The smell alone makes my stomach grumble.

Otto steps away and comes back with plates and cutlery. He places one plate in front of me, and has a prolonged stare at Daemon before placing the other in front of Daemon. He says, "I would hate for prince Daemon to be reduced to eating Sbam for dinner."

My expression drops. Daemon does not move an inch.

Otto turns to me and pulls out the chair. I take a moment before sitting down, because, really, did I have any other choice?

Otto opens the containers one by one and my mouth waters as I see lobster, lamb, and lemon cakes. He serves me meat and veggies, "I would assume you're not hurt like your friend."

I watch as he places food on my plate. I gulp before responding, "I'm just... tired."

"Then, I would also assume you'll not be attending work tomorrow," he takes my hand, putting the utensils in them. He scrapes a chair to my side and sits down next to me, urging me to eat with a motion.

I look at Mr. Hightower, "oh no- I will! I will-"

"You won't," he raises a hand, "see to it you're well rested."

I turn to my plate, feeling a flurry in my stomach over his words.

"Are you not going to serve your prince?" Daemon cuts in, raising his brows.

The lamb I was about to eat drops back to my plate.

The two glare, as if willing the other to spontaneously combust.

Before anything else could happen, I stand and reach out to Daemon's plate. I squeak when both grab me by the wrist.

My throat tightens.

My heart races when Daemon stands, "release her."

Otto raises his brows and tilts his head, "sit back down."

I rip my wrists out of their grips. Thankfully, neither put up a fight.

They stare at each other for what felt like ages. My agitation rockets when I see my boss begin to fidget with his hands the way he did when he was annoyed and ready to do something drastic.

I give Daemon a panicked look and grab his wrist, "kostilus." Please.

Daemon clenches his fist.

I continue to beg him until he sits.

I squeak when he grabs my chair by the seat and pulls me towards him. He mutters, "kesan daor emagon ao va bona run." I will not have you near that thing.

I turn to Director Hightower; I could see his annoyance building.

Fuck.

"Miste-" "Enjoy your meal then," he speaks as he stands. He grabs his coat and points, "I've bought some first aid things. I'm sure your friend can help you put that away."

I move to stand but Daemon stops me. He looks up at Otto in disgust, "do mind the steel contraptions on your way out."

I snap at Daemon, eyeing him hotly. He places a hand over my legs, ensuring I do not evade him. I watch as Mr. Hightower heads for the door, and in a split second decision, I turn to the prince and kiss him on the lips.

He is evidently taken aback, but it only takes him another second to get into it. Once he's put his guard down, I rip away from him and chase after my boss just as he exits my apartment.

"MR. HIGHTOWER!"

Otto turns around. I huff as I meet him just outside my door, "I'm really sorry about him. He's... he's just like that."

"You're not responsible for the actions of others," he retorts, nonchalant.

"I know. But still-"

"You are responsible for the company you keep," he adds.

I brush my silver hair back, "and you're not responsible for my well-being."

He snorts and shakes his head, "I'm your superior."

I press my lips into a thin line, deciding not to get into this conversation right now, "that, you are, Director."

We stare at each other for a moment. I examine his well-ironed suit, noticing how he didn't bother to fix his tie or buttons any more.

"I'll-"

"Is he not-" Daemon kicks the door open.

My eyes widen, "DAEMON-"

"-fucking gone yet?!" he points Dark Sister in an offensive stance. I yelp when he swings his weapon and scratches the door.

Otto's fight or flight instincts kick in and he takes flight down the hall.

"DAEMON-" I scream. I duck down and grab him by the torso, "STOP IT!"

Daemon screams out in High Valyrian. He laughs and lowers his sword, "yeah, you better run."

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writeforfandoms · 10 months

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I DIDNT UNDERSTAND THE 2K CELEBRATION THING AND IVE JUST REALISED I CAN REQUEST!! and also you basically told me lol

pretty please with a cherry on top may i have a blurb where soap fits into their kingdom? sorry idk how to word it 😫 just like with ghost’s!

i literally feed off your writing so i would devour anything!

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Hee hee hee 😈😈 let's see how Soap joins their little castle...

Warnings: swearing? Mentions of violence and accusations of thievery. John is very exasperated.

"Someone's coming up the hill," Simon reported, eyes narrowed over his mask. Normally he wouldn't be telling you this, and you knew that if it was anything less he wouldn't have said anything.

But John wasn't due back for another day. So. The three of you would have to make do.

"How far?" You rested one hand over your belly, rubbing idly.

"Comin' up through the valley," Simon rumbled, one hand resting on the hilt of his sword. "Won't be long."

You nodded, tapping your fingers against your belly. Nobody had actually come up this way since Kyle. One person on his own was likely not trouble.

The trouble would be if he was to report back to a group.

"Get Kyle," you decided. "One of you two can circle back below him, and I will greet him."

Simon glowered. He did not like this plan, that much was easy to see. But he didn't argue with you - he knew better, now. "I'm staying with you."

"Better tell Kyle to hurry, then." You took a deep breath and gathered up your skirts. "I'll meet you out front."

Simon nodded once, short and sharp, and turned away. You didn't follow his progress, instead making your way down to the hoard. John had given you a few things, just in case. You tucked one into the back of your skirt, hidden from casual sight, and then made your way back up to the front of the castle.

Kyle was nowhere to be seen, and Simon simply nodded once. Good enough. You started walking, taking your time. The way was not paved, and the last thing anyone needed was for you to slip and twist an ankle.

The stranger had made it a good way up the valley by the time you found him. He carried a strange pack, things hanging off the back and swaying with his movements.

He stopped when he spotted you, tipping his head and shading his eyes to look up at you. Even from this distance, you could see the brilliant blue of his eyes.

"'Lo!" He called, friendly enough. "Was hoping ah'd find ye." His accent was unfamiliar and made you blink.

"Me?" You didn't have to feign your surprise.

"Heard there was a princess 'round here got kidnapped by a dragon." His tone never wavered from friendly, and he didn't move any closer.

Oh great. Not that again. "Not kidnapped," you called back, keeping your own voice pleasant. At your side, Simon had gone tense. "And I don't need rescuing, thank you."

He laughed. "Nah, didn't think so," he agreed, running one hand through short hair. "See, way I figure it, if a dragon had kidnapped ye, wouldn't be a reward, see? Dragons are too clever. Wouldn't have just nabbed ye."

You blinked. Well. This one either had experience with dragons or was much smarter than... well. The majority of people. "So why did you come?"

"Had to see for m'self." He shrugged. "Well. That, and I have a bet."

You hummed softly. "Why don't you come up," you offered, easy as anything. "Since you made the trip all the way out here."

"Kind of ye." He started walking again, taking his time. Simon gently nudged his way forward, between you and the stranger.

"What's your name?" You asked once he had made it up to you and Simon.

He smiled, keeping a little space between the two of you and himself. "John," he said. "John MacTavish."

"Not a local, then." You let Simon take up post between you as you started walking, taking your time.

"Nah," he agreed. "I come from a much smaller place, up north. Joined some traveling merchants, wanted t' see more of the world."

"And is that what you are? A traveling merchant?" You looked at him, gaze once again catching on his pack. Solid cookware hung off the back, padded so it wouldn't make a lot of noise. Bundles of herbs hung off the sides. Interesting choices.

"For now." John shot you a grin, apparently undaunted by Simon's scowl.

"I see." You eyed him. Traveling merchants often had some mercenaries with them for protection, yet this man traveled alone and apparently without fear. Hm. Very interesting.

The rest of the way you walked in silence. You entered the castle first, heading straight to the bigger dining room. That one was less used but it suited your purposes better.

"Kyle," you called without looking, "do we still have rolls?"

"Yes," he answered after a moment, popping up behind Simon. Dark eyes looked between you and the traveler John, a little anxious.

"Would you mind bringing those, please?"

Kyle vanished, going further down the hall. Simon did not follow, taking up his post again beside you, even as you lowered yourself into a chair.

"Have a seat." You waved in invitation to the far side of the table.

"Thank ye." John sat, watching you.

"Now." You drummed your fingers against your belly. "I do find it hard to believe you came all the way up here for a bet. It's a long trek from the nearest village."

He grinned again, easy as anything. "Well, not just for a bet," he agreed. "Curiosity, too."

"Hm." You tipped your head to the side. "Well, if curiosity is all you wanted to sate, then you'll be on your way after a snack." You smiled. People often underestimated you, they had even when you still lived with the King. You were hoping this would prove true yet again.

And he hesitated. His fingers twitched.

Aha. You knew it.

"Well. See." He paused again, licking his lips. He held your gaze across the space, and you lifted one eyebrow, expression pleasantly detached. He huffed a little sigh. "Was hopin' for something a little more material."

And there it was. The real reason he'd risked a dragon's wrath to trek up here. "Why don't you start from the beginning."

Kyle returned with the rolls, setting the bowl on the table. And then he sat next to you, arms crossed stubbornly to show he wasn't moving. You simply patted his knee, gaze locked on John.

"Ah did travel with merchants," he said, looking away briefly. "As a hired sword. Got accused of some shite ah dinnae do, wouldnae do."

"And got run off," you guessed when he stopped.

"Something like that."

"So why come here?" You leaned back, satisfied that you'd been right.

He snorted. "Knew they would not dare follow me here."

"I see." You drummed your fingers against your belly again, debating. He waited, holding his peace now. "Kyle, would it be difficult to cook for one more?"

Kyle blew out a breath. He knew how futile arguing with you was. "No," he agreed, only a little ill tempered. "Not hard."

"Good!" You clapped your hands together. "Then you can help Kyle on the kitchen." You shooed John (you needed a nickname for him) out of his chair. "Go on, make yourself useful."

Looking a little bewildered, John followed Kyle. You could just hear the two of them down the hall.

"Simon, you're with me. I know we've got a room that locks on the outside, we'll put him there tonight."

"And then?" Simon didn't protest, following you down the hall.

"And then tomorrow John will be home." You shrugged. "And if the traveler has told us the truth, he'll be fine."

Simon's rough chuckle made you turn to blink at him. "Ruthless," he murmured, giving you an amused look.

You just smiled. "I was taught to rule a kingdom," you agreed, pausing to gather linens.

Dinner was quiet and tense. Kyle kept glancing at you, while Simon barely took his gaze off John the traveler long enough to actually eat. You simply watched them all, rather amused.

John the traveler didn't protest to being locked in overnight.

John, your John, your husband, woke you with gentle kisses along the back and side of your neck, rumbling a deep, pleased noise.

"Morning." You half-turned to smile at him, still sleepy.

"You're fine?" He asked, one big hand sliding protectively over your belly.

"Mmhm. Everything is fine." You paused because, well, that was only mostly true. "Before we go upstairs..."

John huffed, amused. "If Kyle finally befriended that damn bird and brought it in, that's not my problem."

You laughed quietly. "Not quite," you murmured, amused. "Help me up, please."

He did one better, simply picking you up. "What are you hiding, my princess?" He purred, eyes bright.

"Well..." You waited until he'd put you down to smile up at him. "We've got a guest."

John immediately growled, stalking to the stairs. "Princess," he growled.

"He's fine," you dismissed. "Locked in a room. Wouldn't be surprised if Simon stayed outside his room all night, either."

John simply swore, taking the stairs two or three at a time. You followed much more sedately.

Which did mean you missed John barreling into John the traveler's room, and the entire interrogation.

You didn't miss your John's clear annoyance, though.

"Was I wrong?" You smiled up at your husband, pleased.

"No," he growled.

"And what did you discuss?" You rubbed your belly in slow circles.

John huffed out a smoky breath. "What makes you think we discussed anything?"

"Well, you would have asked his intentions, his reasons for coming here," you pointed out. "Which, if he's as smart as I think, he would have told you. Since he means no harm, you discussed what it is he wants."

John grumbled as he grabbed your waist, pulling you in close. "Too smart," he grumbled.

"So?" You relaxed into him, blinking slowly.

John breathed out slowly, more controlled this time. "He's bargaining for a way back to his homeland," he admitted.

"Does he have family there?"

"I don't know, I didn't ask." John looked down at you with the faintest scowl. "Princess..."

"He sure seems to have some useful skills, from what he told me," you murmured, amused. "And besides, the more help we have here, the easier raising this little one will be."

John groaned, lifting one hand to rub his face, muttering things you didn't bother to try to decipher. You already knew you'd won.

It took no time at all for John the traveler to agree and settle in. He turned out to be kind of awful at actually cooking, but he was good at prep work. Simon declared him decent after a few spars, and also promptly called him Johnny. The way Johnny puffed up (like an indignant chicken) at the nickname sealed it for you.

And so Johnny joined your little kingdom.

#follower celebration #2k celebration #glitter and gold

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clover-46 · 1 year

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your mate confronts your cruel vampire ex spoilers

bruh… quinn is british GROSS /j

ok seriously that video was something!!

and the fact that @readyandnot was right on quinn taunting sam for biting darlin and sam himself not biting darlin is crazy 😭.

“how do you like my sloppy seconds” kys. 🫤🫤🫤 anyway idk how anyone would like quinn this mf is gross in every aspect ✋🏾✋🏾. poor darlin was taken advantage of by an abusive annoying old british man ☹️☹️☹️ (i hope he dies by the end of the series please go out like adam)

sam staying because he cares about the stranger more than his comfort was really sweet i love him so much. ALSO I DIDNT KNOW FRED TOOK SAM’S LAST NAME 🥺🥺.

the way he talked about fredrick and darlin had me 🤢🤢🤢. he is so gross i wanna throw him into a fucking volcano

like man just get a telepath to search his brain i bet he would just talk and talk until that girl died and then would be like “ok here’s where she is”. he is so fucking irritating like please just stfu 💀💀

and sam getting protective over darlin and fred when quinn was being a fucking disgusting piece of shit had me SWOONING. “keep his name out of your FUCKING mouth” AHHHHHHHHHH 😫😫😫

side note: i hope quinn breaks free somehow (he’s got some plan i know it) and darlin, david, sam, and sweetheart all jump his ass and kill him. PLEASE get rid of him. AND GBA WAS REALLY GOOD!! HE PLAYED QUINN SO WELL BECAUSE I HATE THE CHARACTER SO FUCKING MUCH AS IT WAS INTENDED. SO GIVE THAT MAN A ROUND OF APPLAUSE 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾

so in conclusion i am the biggest quinn hater 👍🏾👍🏾

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted sam #redacted quinn #redacted darlin #take away that garbage man’s (derogatory) rights #i think i hate him more than blake and vega #he’s on the same wavelength as kody and adam #clover rants ❗️#new tag ^^

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i just saw the maverick younghoon post and yessssss!!! when i first saw it i literally had to pause for a min. just imagine bondage with sub!younghoon 🥴🥴🥴 him just twitching under your slightest touch because that poor baby is so overstimulated 😞 ALSOOOOO THE LINKS AGAIINNN!!! i am loving them! younghoon's one was just 😫

and lastly, can i be the 🎀 anon because i think i will be a regular visitor here (the previous hak ask was also me 🫣)

Omg yes ofc you can be!! BUT YES also why did we have the exact same reaction like I was in shock for like 5 minutes just sitting there LMFAOOO but anywayssss I hope u enjoy!! Thank you again for the ask 🫶🫶🫶!! IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG AND DIDNT EVEN COME OUT GOOD IVE BEEN SO BUSY

Your close friend Younghoon had always intimidated those who didn’t know him; his looks were quite the contrast from his shy, cute, and innocent self. But you were an assertive, authoritative person; and your favorite thing about innocent boys was how easy it was to corrupt them.

Perhaps it was all a part of your plan from the minute you met him; your body practically burned with the desire to be against his. So you found yourself getting closer and closer with him, learning his strengths and weaknesses, what makes him tick and what makes him break.

After a while of being his friend, he eventually admitted he had no sexual experience, which made you find yourself craving him even more. He was ashamed, but you reassured him it was nothing to feel that way about. During the conversation, you briefly mentioned how you do have sexual experience; it seemed to make him flustered, and you pretended to not notice it. You knew what you were doing and smiled to yourself.

Over the next few days, there was a strange ache between his thighs. It always happened when he found himself thinking of what you said, how you’ve “done stuff” with guys in the past. He found himself thinking of you in all these dirty scenarios, thinking of how it would feel if it was him. He tried so hard to brush the thoughts off, feeling guilty of how a simple conversation did this to him.

Younghoon knew about masturbation of course. It seemed like everyone but him did it. He just never felt the need to.

That was until he talked with you the next time you came to his house.

——————————————————————————The next time you invited him over he was nervous. He was always nervous and intimidated around you, but this time was different. There was a pit in his stomach, a really obvious blush on his cheeks, and not to mention the way his cock was so hard it hurt.

The thoughts continued worsening until he found himself not being able to think straight. The whole time you were over his house he was quiet and avoiding eye contact, tugging his hoodie over his crotch. Every time you tried to start a conversation with you he just responded with “oh yeah” or “mhm”, lost in his thoughts.

Eventually you got tired of playing dumb. “Younghoon, do I make you nervous?” He instantly looked up at you, a cute yet anxious look, as he whimpers quietly. He looks around rapidly, eyes darting across the room as he’s silent, realizing the noise he accidentally let out.

Something snaps in him, and he runs to the bathroom with his hand over his mouth in shock. God, you were so hot. For some reason the way he practically feared you made his body burn up. He was throbbing so hard, he could barely even make it into the bathroom before fumbling with his belt.

He was instantly jacking himself off rapidly, moaning like a whore. As ashamed as he was, he had never felt this much need in his life. It felt so good, like nothing he had ever felt before; but he knew it wouldn’t be enough. He just wanted you to use him, mock him, make him feel disgusting.

You almost instantly followed him to the bathroom, moans getting louder and louder as you approached. You lightly knocked on the door, yet he didn’t stop. You try the door knob and sure enough, it’s unlocked due to him being too focused on his need.

“What the hell has gotten into you??” You ask, as he chokes out “M’ sorry- ah- can’t cum.. mmf- needs to be you..”. You scoff at him as you mock “Aww poor thing, you want me that bad? Oh I’ll make you cum alright, how does that sound?” He eagerly nods his head, the stuck-up tone in your voice making his brows furrow even more as he obediently following you back to his bedroom.

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Younghoon didn’t know how it got to this point. All he knew was to take what he was given. His wrists were tied to the bed frame by your lacy panties, and his clothes strewn about on the floor. He was fully exposed and vulnerable for you. His breathing was heavy as he anticipated the first touch of your hand.

You place your thumb and index finger into a tight “O” shape, and slide it down onto his leaky tip. It causes him to whine out as he winces, a pretty noise. Your hand was squeezing him perfectly, so hot around him. You slowly start to stroke him, and coo “you like that, yeah hoon?” He struggles to speak “mh- y-yeah, wan’ more..please?”

You smile to yourself, planning on the way of by the end of this he’ll be saying the exact opposite. “Well how could I say no when you ask so politely hm?” You start stroking him, his cock painfully hard with how neglected it’s been lately. He realized how he was even more sensitive, probably due to not touching himself he presumed.

Every movement of your hand made whimpers pour from his lips, hips thrusting up into your hand. All be could say to you was how good it felt, babbling incoherently. You knew it wouldn’t be hard to make him lose his mind when he was already this sensitive.

You could tell he was getting close, with the way he was throbbing in your palms. “M’ gonna- too good…” to which you reply “aww poor baby, you’re gonna cum this quick?”. He looks apologetic as he mumbles “m’ sorry, your hands are just s’ warm-“ he starts moaning really loudly, red tip all leaky with precum as he twitches.

“Okay hoon, cum for me like a good boy okay?”

And with that he’s instantly spilling all over his abs, leaving a puddle of his sticky cum. The way he cums looks almost painful, the way he’s scrunching his face and tugging at the restraints. But he just keeps on moaning like a bitch in heat, cumming so hard he can barely breathe.

But just as he thinks it’s over, you keep going; as he finishes cumming you wrap your lips around his sensitive swollen tip, making his whole body squirm. “Wait wait m’ still sensitive- nonono-“ tears prick his eyes, his body not able to keep still as he struggles against the panties keeping him from getting away from your torture.

You take his whole cock in your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks and pressing him up against your tongue. He’s pretty much moaning in pain now, full on sobbing violently and hips stuttering all over the place. You take your mouth off of him with a pop, and he’s nearly hyperventilating from how hard he’s crying. Even though he’s so sensitive and can’t handle the sensation, the second your mouth is off of him he’s crying even harder and rutting his hips up towards you.

“Aww poor baby doesn’t want me to stop huh?” He shakes his head, lower lip all wobbly and pouty. “Don’t worry sweet boy, I’ll make you cum until you’re shooting dry, how does that sound?”

Before he gets a chance to answer or protest, you sink back down on his dick until your nose is touching his pubic bone and he’s instantly back to crying. “A- ah too much- can’t… m’ gonna cum again, please sto-“ his sentence is cut off by him letting out a loud cry. He shoots his load into your mouth, feet kicking and hips rutting into your mouth a final time; trying to bury himself as deep in your throat as he can.

You can feel how wildly he’s throbbing on your tongue, your mouth all sticky as his glassy eyes are shut tight. But still, you keep going. You suck him off with so much pressure, your throat too tight for him to handle. “Hoon, if you really think we’re done then you’re in for a long night.”

#sub!idol #dom reader #sub idol #sub kpop #sub tbz #sub the boyz #sub younghoon #younghoon smut #the boyz hard hours #tbz smut

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annes-andromeda · 1 year

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——💚Alicent Week 2023💚——

Day 5: Favorite Relationship

Listen, I love the relationship between Alicent and her kids as much as the next person, but by god these two drive me crazy! I wish this ship got more love, it’s so underrated😫 yes i gave criston his green eyes from the books. i also didnt feel like drawing his armor…

Also I didn’t participate in yesterdays prompt cause I didn’t have anything planned so I just skipped it🤷‍♀️

#house of the dragon #game of thrones #my art #alicent hightower #criston cole #pro alicent hightower #pro criston cole #alicole #alicent x criston #criston x alicent #alicenthightowerdaily #alicentweek2023 #welighttheway #welightthewaysource #pro team green

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king-krisu · 14 days

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My biggest regret in life is having those anons in november telling me to kill myself and that im hating on bojan now but i'll later take a picture with him like the hypocrite i am (word for word quote). AND THEN when i did take a photo with bojan i didnt post it with the caption "Hated Bojan so much I took a photo with him" GOD can i ever be funny when i plan to be ✋🏻😫🤚🏻

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scoonsalicious · 1 month

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WE R SO CLOSE TO THE END!! POOKIE IM SO PROUD OF YOU!! DELIVERED AND FED US AS ALWAYS.🩷🩷

I. CANT. WAIT. FOR. THE. LIL. ANGST. REVELATION. TOTAL. BITCH. POCKET. AND. BUCKAROO. ON. HIS. KNEES.

Seriously Pocket and Bucky is SO CUTEEE!!🤍🤍🤍 BOTH OF THEM R SMITTEN FOR EACH OTHER😭

*giggling, kicking my feet, crying because in real life i am lonely*

GIVE US MORE FLUFFY SEXY POCKET X BUCKY TIME!!🫵🏻🫵🏻🫵🏻

Now let us discuss about cunthage. Pookie already hinted that she’s going after out beloved nerd and as i said before WE SHALL MANIFEST FOR TOTAL BITCH POCKET.

MANIFESTING TOTAL BITCH POCKET MANIFESTING TOTAL BITCH POCKET MANIFESTING TOTAL BITCH POCKET MANIFESTING TOTAL BITCH POCKET MANIFESTING TOTAL BITCH POCKET MANIFESTING TOTAL BITCH POCKET MANIFESTING TOTAL BITCH POCKET MANIFESTING TOTAL BITCH POCKET MANIFESTING TOTAL BITCH POCKET MANIFESTING TOTAL BITCH POCKET

Jeremiah saying she’s gunna die bcs if she didn’t take Winter Soldier back to HYDRA, they’ll unalive her. Also I think what Pocket said is true about cuntsy ‘like/attracted’ to Buckdoodle (I mean… who wouldn’t?😂) Somehow along the way, she connected with him, caught feelings and shit and ‘fantasising’ a relationship with him cus she’s that much of a cunt. The reason why she didn’t take him to HYDRA (*cough* during the Russia mission — man even I hate remembering/simply writing the Russia mission) is bcs he’s Bucky Barnes at the time and NOT the Soldat. And oh, also she’s enjoying the *cough* fuck ‘activity’. Fucking John IS OBSESSED.

Anywho……

IM JUST GOING TO STOP CRITICAL THINKING ABT WHAT HAPPENED IN RUSSIA AND WAIT FOR MOTHER POOKIE TO DELIVER THE FOOD AND I SHALL EAT IT WITH SUCH FEROCITY.

I want to know why it happened. Why Bucky made that choice (bcs i feel like the reason are still a bit unclear — like why do it again🤨 what is the purpose). I want a full depth of it. If I were Pocket, I *want* to see what happened (even if it killed me — better bleach my eyes). Oh and ofc, im not just gunna roast Jeremy… im roasting Buckwheat too before i forgive him.

*real footage of Pocket transitioningto a total bitch Pocket after the revelation*

Btw i read someone said Steve’s role? He has a role?!Let’s kill him. HE NEEDS TO BEGONE. GET OUT OF OUR LIFE. Steve and Jeremiah would be a great couple. (sarcasm intended). WHY STEVE? WHY CANT U JUST DUCK OFF. DONT TELL ME STEVE IS THE ONE WHO MADE THAT ‘NEWS’ (him and pocket false relation). OR THE ONE WHO LET CUNTHAGE TO GO TO THE RUSSIA MISSION. DONT FUCK W ME STEVE IM WARNING YOU. BACK THE FUCK OFF.

Also, I JUST remembered that Nat said Steve didn’t want Bucky to replace Dark Chocolate. I tell ya, HE’S FISHY. HE MUST HAVE A HIDDEN PLAN. HE DIDNT WANT BUCKY TO MEET POCKET, NOT BCS HE CARES FOR POCKET (okay, maybe he cares a little — bcs duh he *cough* loves likes her) but still he has his own agenda). HES PLANNING TO ‘CHARM’ POCKET. NAH. BACK OFF!!

Oh and rewinding back to chapter 26, that’s love right there. Pocket reassuring Bucky even when she didn’t trust him anymore, and Bucky ‘rejecting’ — pulling himself away — bcs it’ll kill him if she didn’t reciprocate his feelings. BTW THE KISS?!😫😫😫 *squealing like a child*. The way Bucky became owigoowie (man idk if this is even a word) when he said ‘present tense’. (🥹 — this is literally his facial expression at the time)

Alrighty, as usual, mother pookie, i love you and i wanna kiss you just like how Bucky kiss the life out of Pocket🩷🩷🩷 I didn’t say this much but thank u for everything. Thank you for writing. Thank you for sharing. Thank you for replying. I know I type a lot bcs I want to really express how im feeling, but it sometime is restricted/limited bcs im not a native english speaker😂 so my thoughts aren’t conveyed fully/correctly. (Also bcs i am just that dramatic and a yapper)

Please, take a great rest while you can. Hope you always in the pink. Again, I cant wait for the lil angsty, bitchy Pocket and revelation in chp 27. I am eagerly waiting for the showdown (*cough*, please, let there be a scene of Bucky punching Jonah and Stevuck). Thy meowsies love thou, mother pookie🫵🏻

PS// I KNOW I SAID I RUN OUT OF CAT SMOOCH GIFS BUT I CANT HELP MYSELF AND SEARCH FOR IT. THIS IS FROM GOOGLE😭

Since you gave me a photo of Elliot and Theo, I presented to you my unhinged (literally) cats, fat one is Hyde (Haida) and smaller one is Muezza (Moja).

OH! Out of topic…

RAGHHHH MALAYSIA MENTIONEDDDDD!!!🫵🏻🇲🇾🇲🇾🇲🇾KKAW KKAW

>>>and if there is a typo im sorry😂

Pookie, if you thought I fed you yesterday, I will GOURGE YOU TODAY! Eight mother fucking parts! Fuck. All the revelations in this chapter (well, most of them, anyway, lol).

Bucky and Pocket are just unable to not be together. It goes against their very DNA.

I have eleven fluff/smut post-series oneshots planned for the two of them, so we shall have happy times once the story is done. I can't quit them. They are my OTP (sorry, Buffy & Spike :( ).

Total Bitch Pocket has been unleased for Chapter 27! The snark is strong, and she is not afraid to unleash it, even if it has some negative consequences for her. She is using her greatest weapon at her disposal-- her dirty mouth, lol.

Jacoby is TOTALLY OBSESSED with Bucky-- it doesn't even matter what Hydra wants with him now. She wants him, and that's her prime objective. You will now be able to see what happened in Russia (Pocket, too!) and what happened to get him into that position. Ugh, I want to write so much more to you, but I am so dehydrated from this fucking migraine that my entire body hurts, so I can't type a lot without pain. Just know I love you, I love reading your comments. Your kittens are adorable and I want to give the squeezies.

xoxo You're the best!

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If Only They Understood 3

@okaaay-mice I LOVE YOU

Urban's Pov

"Bro I've never seen you actually care about an outfit" Jack laughs, "I'm surprised she said yes tbh she could have all this "Druski, "Yeah whatever all that is" Shloob laughs, "Dude I doubt she cares about what you wear," Sunni says as he scrolls through his phone, "Ofc you say that cause you have no love life" Urbans exhales, "Alr bro just wear something you know she likes" Cozane exhales sharply, "Alr bro"

Urbie Wurby Outfit (😫😝😌)

Zara's Pov

"Omg, I'm gonna die he's seen me wear half these outfits BILLONS of times," Zara frustrated bc she planned a fit beforehand and it didn't turn out the way she wanted it to, "Girl I doubt he cared what you wore Neelam says being honest, "Exactly he's not gonna notice," Nola says, "Ok I get what you guys are saying but I haven't gone on an actual date since yk who and I don't wanna look like I don't care," Zara says irritated, "Ok just wear this," Nola says, "Fine" Zara says

(I couldn't pick on so yeah)

3rd person pov

*Urban turns off the car engine and goes to Zara's front door and knocks* "Hey Urbie you look nice", "Nah that's all you mama", "Here are your flowers

"Thanks, Urbie you ready to go" Zara smiles like a little kid who got a new puppy, "Why are you smiling so hard?" Urban says laughing, "I don't flowers ever this is sweet thank you", "Anything for you mama", "Let's get going to tho our or we're gonna be late", "Where are we going anyway", "Oh you'll see",*They get to their reservation*, "NO FUCKING WAY SUSHI OMG YOUR REMEMBERED "yes ding dong," Urban says as Zara side-eyes him,*They get inside*, "Reservation for urban" the lady says," Yeah that's me", "right this way" lady smiles a little too hard in my option, *They order their food*, "Hey mama imma go use the bathroom", "alright ", "Zara is that you" Zara's ex Max says

Flashback

"YOUR USELESS YOU JUST A HOE" Max yells as he hits Zara,"I TOLD YOU TO STOP TALKING TO THEM DIDNT I" Max yells, "I'm not stopping friendships for you, Your not special I've known them basically all my life before me and you even became a thing so get over it", "YEAH WHATEVER GET OUT AND DONT COME BACK YOU USELESS BITCH"

Flashback ends

"Zara are you ok" Max says, "What do you want Max I do not want to see you", "Come on baby I miss you and I know you miss me" Max's cockiness kicks in, "No tf I don't so LEAVE" Zara yells the last part, "Watch who your talking to Zara don't make me cause a scene," he says grabbing her wrist hard, "max LET GO "Zara yells again, "Your fucking lucky where in public by Zara still same old ass whore your always was "He scoffs as he leaves,*Urban comes back*, "Sorry I took so long jack called and who was that" Urban questions, "The one and only max "Zara laughs knowing she wants to cry, "You wanna talk about it, "Urban says holding Zara's hand, "No I'm ok this is about me and you today," Zara says as she still holds urban's hand,*They get done with their food and they get in the car*, "Today was fun urban thank you," Zara says smiling, "Hey maybe next time we can go play soccer," Urban says hoping Zara will catch the hint, "Oh your asking me on a second date i see" Zara says smiling hard, "Only if you want too", "Ofc i do urban",*They get to Zara's house* "Thanks again urban", "Stop thanking me anything for you ma" Urban says laughing then looks at Zara, "I love you Zara" ,"I love you too Urban", They look at each other and lean in and they(lets save that for next chapter)

See you next chapter

#urban wyatt #private garden #jack harlow imagines #urban wyatt imagine #jack harlow #jack harlow imagine

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thefuckwrongwithyou · 23 days

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Yandere Wednesday x fem reader x Yandere enid Sinclair. Angst, fluff at the end.

(Some sensitive things will be said so if u your sensitive and u can' handle it please read something else. Thanks.)

As you're sitting on your bed in the dorm scrolling through your phone. You happen to share with your two lovely girlfriends. Wednesday and Enid, all of a sudden the door was open and slammed shut. Wednesday and Enid are arguing right now so u decided to stay out of it.

Until thing got way too heated i mean yes they were fighting before they came in but they were arguing about something else... "WHAT THE FUCK DO U MEAN I CAN'T TALK TO AJAX??!?." Enid shouted at wednesday; "because I said so enid." Wednesday replied in her monotone voice. "JUST BECAUSE HE'S MY EX WEDNESDAY!?." Soon snapped wednesday. "SO I CAN'T TALK TO TYLER?!?." She yelled at Enid. "THATS DIFFERENT BECAUSE TYLER IS A FUCKING MONSTER WEDNESDAY!!!!".

You decided to intervene, putting a hand on enids shoulder; "Baby, please stop-." you got pushed from enid landing on the floor. "Shut the fuck up! u annoying bitch!!." Quickly getting up looking at wednesday for comfort. "Yeah, u should stay out of this cara mia". Wednesday said to at you. "Please stop fightin-" cut off with a slap on the face by Wednesday. "God cant u shut the fuck up!! You are so fucking annoying Jesus!!.

Wednesday said. "Oh, look she fucking crying pathetic whore!!" Enid said walking gripping your jaw. A sob escaped your throat causing Enid to loosen her grip removing your face from her hand and running out the door. Seeking comfort in Yoko's dorm. The two people you trusted who knew about your past of abuse from your father. Now they did it....

4 hours later...

Realizing what they had done after they cooled off. "Oh god.. wens im sorry" said enid. "Me too," Wednesday said planting a kiss on enids forehead. "I feel terrible for telling those things to y/n," Enid said Both of them agreed to fix things. Then enid got a message from yoko.

Chat: yoko🤞🏻❤

Yoko: what the fuck did u guys do to y/n?!?

Enid: is she in your dorm?

Yoko: not anymore she was here an hour ago idk where she went after that.

Enid: did she say anything?

Yoko: no she just came in crying until she stopped and she left.

Yoko: and she has a hand mark on her face and her jaw is a bit bruised...

Enid: oh okay, thanks.

After you left yoko's dorm u were in the forest cooling off u could still feel Enid's grip and Wednesday slap. Then u made your way back to the dorm; you don't want people in your life that hurt's u, and you plan to switch dorms tomorrow you're gonna ask principal Weems and break up with them.

"OMG?! Baby, where were u??". Enid said softly smiling. "Yes, where were u?". Wednesday said in her monotone voice. "Why should u care?". In a cold voice raising your brows. While walking to your bed to collect your phone texting yoko.

Chat: yoko😫😘

Y/n: can i stay with you for the night?

Yoko: ofc baby :)

Y/n okay thanks, i'll go take a bath and i'll come :)

yoko: okay np.

the two girls paused for a couple second "we owe u an apology." Wednesday said. "Were sorry we didnt mean it". enid said voice cracking like shes about to cry. "Cara mia, were sorry we both got angry and took it out on u". Said wednesday. "I'm done". You said not a single emotion lingering in your voice. "what do u mean...d-done?". Wednesday said her voice shaking a bit while Enid had tears streaming down her face.

"I'm done, i dont want people in my life calling me names nor slapping me or trying to choke me. When they know of my past." You said continuing. "were over i dont wanna see u both in my sight. And i don't want u in my life anymore". U said starting to feel anger. "but were sorry..." Enid said crying while wednesday is trying not to break down. "You'll still see, us we share a dorm, Amore Mio. (my love).

"I'll be switching dorms, i'll talk to principle weems. for now i'll be staying at yoko's." You stated, entering the bathroom. After u finished and got into your pj in the bathroom; you grabbed your phone and texted Yoko. And left. Wednesday and Enid crying.

Time skip

its been two months since u last talked u got your dorm by u were by yourself i was pretty big. You used to receive presents from enid and wednesday but you'd send them back. Until they stopped they looked happy by themselves without u. You were fine with that but u missed them. You always felt like someone was watching u. But everytime u looked around u didnt see anybody. You were going to the principal Weem's office she wanted to talk to u. "Principal weems?". You stated. "Yes y/n please have a seat". She said smiling. "So do u need some miss?". U said smiling." No. y/n thanks, but i have some news". Weems stated; "okay?". You said hesitant.

"We have some students coming in the school, so i'm going to need u to move back into your old dorm." Weem's said. "WHAT?!". You exclaimed. "Their coming tomorrow so please pack your things". You didn't see thing slipping out the door running back to wednesday and Enid's dorm. Hopping on wednesday desk signalling "y/ns coming back". "What?!" She said surprised "what's wrong wens?" Enid said coming off her bed, walking to wednesday. "Y/ns coming back". "Really?!?!" Enid said happily.

Soon u were back in your old dorm and agreed by two faces. "Hi," they both said "hi". You said back. They missed your voice. Going back to your old bed plopping down, you missed it, because it was bigger than wednesday and Enid's bed it could fit three people on it and the bed would still have space. You could feel their eyes on u. As u got up and started taking out your stuff. "Do u need help?" Enid asked smiling. "Sure". After u finished; u went to take a bath and brush your teeth, it was a Friday night so u could sleep in.

You woke up in the middle of the night. You were a vampire so you'd always sleep on your back to feel like theres weight on you, and u could feel breathing down on both sides of you neck. only to see wednesday is on the left side of the bed and Enid on the right, both of them cuddled up to u with wednesday arm on your chest cupping one of your right breast while enids arm is on your waist with their legs tangled with yours.

As u tried to move a bit they only tightened their grip and snuggled more into u. You moved again this time hard. You woke both of them up. they said in sync, "stop moving love." As they started to bite and suck at your neck. "Please dont leave us again". Enid said while biting your neck. "Yes, cara mia were sorry". Wens while sucking your neck. "We missed u please forgive us". Enid said softly. "U promise u won't hurt me again?". "We promise," they both said. "We both will spend the rest of our lives making up for it". Wednesday said bring u into a kiss along with Enid.

And u were back to together u missed them alot.

#angst fic #fem reader #wednesday #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #fluff and angst #free use kink #18+ only #yandere wednesday addams #yandere werewolf #Yandere enid Sinclair #thing addams #possessive

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q1ngqve · 3 months

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Helloo, its ✒️ again ahdhudbd. In celebration of Jing Yuan coming home l've returned with more rotsianudhdkn.

Obsessive!Jing Yuan with a Skittish!equally-obessive!Reader being childhood friends. Theyve kinda drifted a bit because of how Jing Yuan got busy and reader didnt want to impede. Yet reader has been with him through thick and thin, knowing him the most.

Id imagine reader stalks him, takes photos and evensneaking into his house to grab things for their altar(old shirt, their brush, ext.). They go so often thatMimi recognizes them (due to them wearing JingYuans shirts they've stolen) and will preen for affection. Unfortunately, reader is weak to Mimi and spoils Mimi with affection before stealing what they want and leaving. This even extends to the finches too, and they won't leave reader alone either.

(l'd imagine when reader visits Jing Yuans placeformally, Mimi is ALL OVER reader. It's to the pointthat Jing Yuan gets Jealous and pouty about it, buthe can't get too mad since he loves seeing thepeople he cares about being so close wnudbdn)

Readers too nervous to approach Jing Yuan aboutit, despite knowing eachother for so long. Readerbelieves that Jing Yuan wouldn't love someone "like them" and has planned to leave the Loufupermanently out of despair. With the chaos resulting from the stelleron, they sneak into his house one last time, to steal stuff and to saygoodbye to Mimi. The problem? Jing Yuan comes home earlier thanexpected after talking to Astral Crew of the Stelleron Crisis, catching them red handed. Petting Mimi, surrounded by finches and wearing his shirt. Where mere moments ago, reader had been confessing their insecurities and shame about their obsession with their "dad" for like Centuries. Even revealing that the real reason for leaving wasn't due to work, but because of Jing Yuan.

When jing yuan overhears that reader is permanently leaving the Loufu, hes quiet. Hes the reason that they were going to leave? After giving a confession like that? That won't do. He will not let his pretty darling slip out of his grasp, after waiting for so long.

I just want him to drown reader in so much of hislove that reader can't think badly of themselves. If reader can form a cohesive thought, objecting tohis praise and affections? He's not done.

I'd imagine Jing Yuan cooing as reader comes undone the nthtime, overstimulated and whining so prettily for him as he devours reader's sweet essance directly from the sourc I want him to whisper all the fantasies he's had about reader as he rails reader into his bed. HIM confessing the reciprocated obsession insudhdjbd aaabsudhdjdj

Centuries.. CENTURIES??? This man could have had reader in his bed CENTURIES AGO. All those late nights of thinking about reader. And finally having reader in his grasp? This is better than his greatest fantasies. Hes addicted and is going feral. This man is now on a personal goal of making up for all that time wasted 😳😳

(Can you tell 'm deranged for this man??? Im downhorrendous 😫😩 ! just need him to rail the insecurities out of me while loving me gentlyajsifnjdn)

(anyways thanks for reading the rots ahbdudjdin)

-✒️

✒️ anon back at it again with another masterpiece of a brain rot

also do we agree that he would be the more insane one? like we’re looking at reader’s pov here about how they’re obsessed and shit, but i just know jing yuan is even more obsessed than they are, especially since he waited for CENTURIES and he probably fell for you since the beginning 🤓 he just didn’t want to scare poor reader away :(

this was me the whole time while reading it

#love reading and giggling at your brain rots #they’re so unique and cute 🤭#✒️ anon!!!!!

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br4tphobia · 11 months

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Now sis you know you gotta give us the ☕️ on how last night happened!!!

GIRLLL. i got dickkkeeddd all the way deown!! 🙈🙈🙈 but this is what happenneeedd

ok so as soon as he step through the door we hug riighttt, then he says i smell good, like bby it ain nun new but tyy. he did too oml 😖 but yhh he askin me hru and shi and i do the same, im leadin him upstairs to my lil palaacee 🙈🙈 music was already playin the led lights was on toooo🤞🏾🤞🏾 he said “damn u really set the mood” i saaiiiddd “i js wanna have a good time” i smiled at him too, he told me i had a nice smile im not letting it go to waste !! 🙈🙈 so i lay down on the bed and i feel his hand on my ass im like sir..

but anyways i pass a controller to him bc im tryna chill first and he took it, we played a injustice 2 for a bit and he said “who wins, chooses the other person a piece of clothing to take off”

it was corny as shit but i agreed so we playedd and guess who won.. him. 😞 he told me to take off my shirt and i did blah blah he saw my tattoo and said it was pretty cool, he won again and i took off my shorts bc he said sooooo, i won this time and im telling him to take off that shirt bc i cant get over his chest tat omggg 😖 he won again.. ☹️ aannnddd the underwear haddd to go. 😕 so ms.bertha (my p$$y 💁🏾‍♀️) was js out.

“change of plans, play by urself. see if u can focus.” idk what he means until the match starts and i feel his fingers pushin against ms. bertha.. like you just awoken her, ain no goin back.

so he start fingerin me and lord. i put the controller down bc he know what he’s doing!! but he stops. 🧍🏾‍♀️ “focus” im whining bc hello? i’m tryna get fingered and u stoppin.. but yk i picked that damn controller up and started playing again but now he kissin on my damn neckk, “if you win, you dont need to worry bout allat shit.”

that pissed me off but hey. the dick was worth ittt!! so blah blahh i won and i laid the fuck back and let him finger the shittt outta be while he tonguing me downnn. hes such a good kisser 🥹

skip that shit now he inbetween my thighs. 🙈 when i tell u, HE KNOWS HOW TO EAT SUM PUSSY. oml i didnt wanna grab his hair bc what if he dont like it? but then he says “u can touch me” so i took that opportunity, i kinda tugged on it accidentally bc it felt so gooodd and bro like whines kinda!? omg. that woke me all the way up bccc 😫 bro would not let up either i had to push that mf away!! 😭

im sensitive bc i came like twice already and now im js jerkin him off while we kissinnn and then he pulls away then smiles. U GOT ME READY TO RISK IT AAALLLLLLL. cuz u still playin wimmie? ☹️☹️☹️

but yeaaa he asks for consent i said yh he slides it in and says “shit you’re wet.” oh baby ik but girl. GIRL. he filled me right tf uppp, he waited a while then he started moving and lemme tell u. ooo chile im hooked onto him!! 😖

im over here moanin n shit, soundin smexxyyy and omfg. bc tell me why this mf sounds so pretty. hes like quite kinda but you can still hear him grooaaannn ☹️ lord he was pushin down on ma stomach n urr thang, bro put my leg on his shoulder too!! oh u goin deeeppp 😖 but we wasnt in missionary long before he let me ontop, first mistake. 🙈

put that hang in reverse and took my joy ride (u get it 🤓😭😭😭) , bc lemme tell u. this nigga slaps hard as hell . AND I MEAN IT. bro slapped my ass mf hard i still saw the print when i looked in the mirror. LIKE HELLO?

oml the accent. THE MF ACCENT.. ugghg bc why is he sayin “just like that princess” HE CALLED ME PRINCESS THE WHOLE TIMR HE WAS THERE oml ☹️

so im doin my thanggg, spellin coconut with my waist a few times bc thats what really got him🤭🤭 touching all up on me i tell u 😓 thenn i lean down on the bedand threw that shit tff backk!! oml no bc i was abt to cum right so i told him, i swear when i came this nigga is talking me through it omfgg! “there you go princess” “let it out” SIRRRR. his voice was so soft im telling you!! i love me some men with nice ass voices. 😩

so we still goin and im sensitive asl so im getting loud and he is with me 🤭🤭 yk blah blah blah he nutted on my ass 💁🏾‍♀️💁🏾‍♀️ we kept the position and he put face down ass up after i had anotherr orgasm

and he fuckin my shit up oml. he told me to keep my arch i swear i could nOTT. he had to push on my back!! yk he nuts a few times i do too blah blah and swear i was on the verge of screaming when he slowed down, like he was still strokin my shit so good but slow as helll. my nigga.. he fucked me so good i called him daddy 🤭 he made me repeat that shit too like sirr. 😭 now he in my ear tellin me “nut on this dick” “you can do it” “cmon princess gimme another”

shii i did!! 🙈🙈🙈 and guess what? he nutted with me 💁🏾‍♀️🤞🏾🤞🏾🤞🏾

trust me this was so much longer than written but he after careddd, made sure i peed blah blah

he was watching tiktok before he started kissing on me again and slid my panties deoowwnnn, he hit it from the side yk thatt i got a grip on him the way he sayin my shit so fat 🙈🙈🙈

we both came blah blah same thing every round, we rested for a lil bit

i asked him if he could take me downstairs but i was just joking!! so tell me why this nigga fr carried me downstairs.. 😛

we spent a lil time together, crackin jokes before he came up behind me, hiked my leg on the counter yawwpp, but we had to stop bc his food was done. 😒

he asked me if i was hungry but i wasnt any more bc i fucked up some cheezits

but yh we went back upstairssss and talked for a while before he laid down he woke up around 3 and already touchin on me 😞 but my friend was right we stayed like that for a while until he wanted to start playin with ms.bertha.. 😛 yk i give in immediately bc he knowsss how to use his fingers real good 😫 that middle and ring inside + the thumb ontop combo zont play!!!

ykk im pressin my ass on his print bc he got me so needy and for what? he got my face down ass up again and a notification popped up which showed my friends message, and me told me to reply.. 😞 and obviously, i did. liv u can see that 😭😭 but bro threatened to stop like no sir u gon keep goin.. ☹️

so yeppp after that i immediately fell asleep omg. he did too but guess who woke up firstt 🤭🤭 big valerie!! i wanted to brush my teeth first bc i found it a lil nasty to do that a dirty mouth. 😒 luckily he ain wake up and yk i craawwwlll under them sheets and got the fuck to work!! 🤭

he woke up and already grabbing on my head n shii. im deep throating and strokin his balls or whatevaa, got him moanin and cussin. 💁🏾‍♀️💁🏾‍♀️ he told me he was abt to cum and yk i js stroked him bc i dont got time to be havin literal kids in my mouth..but i do for them to be on my lips!

u said my lips was attractive? oh worrddd? bet. 😩 my lips was on his tip right im trying so hard not to smile bc lord the hold i had on him!!! 🙈🙈🙈 he buss all on my shit, licked them lips and he kissed me right afterr 😁

he asked me if i would be ok by myself, i told him yh bc im not tryna have my roommates see him 😭 ugh i wish he staayyyeeeddd. ☹️ but yk he took a shower and i washed his clothes 🤞🏾🤞🏾

anddd bae left around 12 ☹️☹️☹️ his tongued me tf down before leaving too like sir dpwm i will take u right back upstairs 😒

THATS IT 💁🏾‍♀️💁🏾‍♀️💁🏾‍♀️ @luvliv4lifexoxo here girl!! hope u woke ya ass up

#˗ˏˋ꒰ val you got a message ! 🫂 ꒱

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