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swe3tte4rs · 3 months

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" My mom is so beatiful! " - Batfamily x Model!Batmom headcanons

Request: Batmom headcanons where batmom’s a model & the coolest mom ever?

Author's note: Thank you anon 🫶! Here is my second request, so I hope you like it. I didn't know what to put for the title so I settled for this one.

And it will also take me a while to upload the Zatanna x reader oneshot 🤗.

Again I clarify that my main language is not English, so sorry for the spelling errors 😿.

TW: nothing!! Just fluff I think

Nightwing / Dick Grayson

Since he met you, he was fascinated with your beauty and elegance.

He loved when you went to galas and you wrapped him up in your long elegant jacket while you picked him up in your arms and let him fall asleep like that.

Dick didn't miss any of your shows or commercials.

I bet he has your older shows saved on his computer.

A model and cool mother at the same time? Wow, Dick couldn't ask for more.

You are his only support, the only one who was there and loved him no matter what.

Dick will always ask your opinion about what he wears or what haircut he will get.

He goes crazy every time he hears someone say "Your mom is hot."

"It's not my fault that my mom loves me and yours didn't love you, fucking slu-"

I feels like he would play with you by imitating your walk just to annoy you.

Always showing off his mother, yesyesyes.

The YJ and Titans members would be very jealous of him; because you treat him very nicely and send him food, without saying that you drown your son with love.

Jason Todd / Red Hood

When he was Robin he was dwarf and plump. I and other people agree 😇

Jason loves the support you give him and keep giving him.

And he also loves your delicious food, he probably asks you to prepare some for him every time he goes out on patrol.

I just imagined him (when he was Robin) bringing you a bouquet of flowers bigger than him once you finish the show, seeing you with those beautiful and big eyes 😭

I bet he sometimes got scared when he saw your face on a commercial billboard.

And he keeps doing it, only he spits out whatever he's drinking when he sees you in TV. (Without him knowing that you participated as a model in X brand)

He loves and continues to love your attacks of kisses on his face.

Yes, he would also ask you for style advice, but only once a year, he is very proud when it comes to his clothing style.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!! HOW DARE YOU HAVE A FUCKING POSTER OF MY MOM?!?!"

Damn Jason, your mom is a model, what do you want them to do?

Tim Drake / Red Robin

He has a love-hate relationship with your love attacks.

Tim, like his other siblings, would not miss any of your shows, or the parts in which you appear.

He would help Barbara to make sure no one wants to sabotage you at one of your shows.

If given the choice between your food or the support you give him, Tim would jump off a bridge. (jk)

"Bro, can you shut the fuck up and stop saying how beautiful my mom is? I already know that."

Tim gets embarrassed every time he is with his friends and you call him (by phone XD), because you start reminding him that he is very handsome and he need to eat something. But it irritates him more when his colleagues ask to talk to you.

Damian Wayne / Robin

I think he wouldn't care about your job

He's like, the most attached to you.

After your shows he would be attached to you like a flea.

Also at the galas.

Damian was surprised that you were so kind and loving towards him despite the things he said to you before him had that mother and son connection.

I think we all know that there is some kind of hate between you and Talia, no 🥸?

Oh yes, he wouldn't care about your love attacks, as long as it's not in front of his friends.

"Yes mom, yes I ate the food... Yes, I know you love me. *sighs* I love you too mommy..."

You're like Jon's second mom.

His favorite days are pool or beach days, he likes to enjoy the sea while spending time with his mom.

Cassandra Cain / Orphan

Cass is the vice president of your fan club.

Cass loves you infinitely.

She has an album full of photos of you and her after the shows.

She doesn't like the idea of you parading in swimsuits.

She would always ask you for clothing tips and advice.

Cass likes, loves, and admires having a mother who understands her and can be herself with her.

She wouldn't care if you show her love in public or private. She always gives you more love back!

Skincare routine between you and her.

You always make sure that she is fashionable but also has her own style.

She would have a lot of admiration for you.

I feel like she would hardly take any notice of "your mom is hot" because she thinks they are flattery.

But if they go overboard and insult you, Cass wouldn't hesitate to give them a good beating. Nobody messes with her mommy.

I think she would have you as her wallpaper. A photo of you and her on your birthday or on her birthday.

Stephanie Brown / Spoiler

She is the President of your fan club.

Throughout the parade she is like "how boring, I want to leave" until you finally appear, it doesn't matter if the outfit you wore is ugly, she would applaud you with all her might.

"WHY DID YOU AGREE TO DO A BIKINI COMMERCIAL?!?!"

I feel like she gets angry every time anyone tell her "she's super hot" (you), and Steph is like "the nosebleed I'm going to give you is going to be hot."

Every time she sleeps over at the mansion she joins you and Cass's skincare routines.

She loves you because every time you talk there is some laughter.

Steph appreciates and adores the support you give her as a mother figure.

You rarely have love attacks towards her.

But she adores them.

Every chance she would go shopping with you.

Duke thomas / The Signal

Just let me...

Duke is your photographer.

He had a hard time opening up to you at first, but you were just great and so sweet to him.

He doesn't react like his brothers do when they tell him "your mom is hot", rather he would feel uncomfortable.

Only if they insult you would he get serious.

He likes that you are always there to support him every time he goes out on patrol or comes back from patrol.

You and Duke's connection started when you tried to get him to distract himself from the harsh reality of his biological parents, like going to the park and all that.

He is embarrassed when you have your love attacks towards him. It doesn't matter if you are alone or in public, he will be embarrassed every time you have those love attacks.

I feel that when you go with him to buy clothes, you spend a lot of time because you can't decide what clothes to buy him.

But in the end you end up buying everything for him.

Barbara Gordon / Oracle

Yes, I added Barbara, okay?

In my AU there was no love affair between her and Bruce 😇

The one in charge of making sure everything goes well at the shows.

Sometimes she sees you as her mother, sister and best friend.

Barbara always sends you messages; according to her so as not to lose contact, which is a lie because you know it is purely on a whim.

I don't think you have love attacks with her, just a simple kiss on her cheek or forehead.

Although sometimes she envied the attention you gave to your children.

Barbara would value and care for you deeply.

[You can add more headcanons if you like <3]

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redflagshipwriter · 2 months

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Batmom Cass : enter Barbara

Part one of 2

“You did good work,” Barbara said, in a casual tone. Proud.

Timmybird nodded and gave a flash of teeth in a smile. Didn't believe. It's nothing, look away. “Glad you think they'll pass.” He rolled his neck. “I don't want anyone to be able to prove he's Danny F.”

Cass watched their interplay casually, hair damp from the post-patrol shower and comfortably swimming in an oversized sweatshirt. She played with the ends of the sleeve as they talked.

“They can suspect it all they like, but it'd be hard to disprove this is a separate kid.” Barbara ran her palms over her wheelchair handles in an unconscious tic that meant she wanted to go, go, go. “Still, I like the idea of keeping him out of the public eye until we nail down what's going on in Illinois. This GIW group is bad news.”

Cass bit her lip and flexed her toes, uncertain. Danny was getting restless. And he was a teenager: he needed to be in school. He needed to learn, stretch his wings, grow.

But safe. He needed to be safe, first.

The trouble was she didn't know how to make him fully safe. She'd had him for four days now. Judging by the report of his death, Danny baby had been homeless and on the run for more than a month. He was hiding. Even when she was in the room, he was looking for attacks. Who was he looking for? Dad and mom Fenton? GIW group?

“-gonna hit the showers,” said her little brother.” Cash barely registered him heading to the batcave bathrooms. She was internally weighing her bat nosiness sense against her worry about pushing Danny for answers too soon.

“Am I good to meet him, Mamabird?”

Cass blinked back to awareness. “Mama bat,” she corrected. “Yes.” She cracked her lower back. Mm. Too much standing after patrol. She needed to move a little. “Breakfast. Baby wakes up soon.”

Barbara snorted. “I'll go to bed after,” she said wryly, because they had been flying and solving into the morning light. Riddler was out on the streets. “Did someone check with Alfred about adding me to the breakfast table?”

She didn't know. Cass hummed and flipped over to walk on her hands up the stairs. It sent a pleasant ache through her upper back. Stabilizing her core and legs was just the right amount of casual challenge to make her body feel better.

“Christ,” Barbara said quietly, and huffed out a laugh. The elevator dinged. “I'll see you upstairs.”

Barbara Batgirl beat Cass to the top. Cass huffed in displeasure at the loss and flipped back to her feet. She ducked into the first bathroom they passed to wash her hands.

Alfie was in the kitchen in his morning waistcoat and a thin, comfortable button up shirt. Casual day!

“Good morning, Miss Cassandra,” he said. The kitchen smelled like yeasty bread. Cass sneezed happily and peered around to see meats, cheeses, and fruits.

“Morning!” She chirped. “Barbara wants to stay for breakfast,” Cass said. Barbara wheeled in a moment later, sheepish.

“Good morning, Alfred,” she said. “If it's not too much trouble-”

“It's no trouble at all,” he reassured. “Miss Cassandra, would you add an extra place setting?”

Cass hopped to it, mimicking the placement Alfred had made. It was a nearly full table today. Timbird, Batdad, Dickbird, Cass, Danny baby, Damibat. And now Barbara bat.

She heard a jaw-cracking yawn before Danny swung open the door. “Good morning,” Danny baby yawned through his hand. His eyes were bleary. She watches with amusement as he shuffled in, face down. “Have a good ni-”

He stopped. Eyes on Barbara bat.

New adult, he was scared?

No. Cass rapidly calculated and shifted his shifting body language into emotions. Surprise, joy, love-love-lo-wrong! Not love! Sad. Wistful.

“This is my baby,” Cass said, pretending she didn't notice the reaction. “Danny. This is Barbara.”

Barbara must have noticed Danny's reaction to her. She didn't move closer, lifting a friendly hand from across the countertop.

Danny looked haunted. Danny looked small. “It's nice to meet you, Barbara,” he said. Weak smile.

She had to talk to him, Cass realized. She had to talk with him today. No more delaying. After breakfast, she would talk.

#red mama bat #dp x dc #dc x dp #cassandra cain #dc fanfic

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potatoesandsunshine · 2 years

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fic asks!! 2, 3, 9, and 15, along with a free bingo space to share any other things about your current fic that you'd like the opportunity to ramble on <3

2. What fanfic do you wish you got more response on?

i did this one in a different ask but we have established that i Love Attention so i’ll offer another one. delilah pining after/obsessing over ripley during the whitestone years. it was compelling 2 me and it holds up.

3. What’s a fic idea that you have but haven’t written yet?

i’ve got. somany. i saw the charlie’s angels reboot alone in a theater at 11am and came out of it wanting to write about spies in love so i have notes that i no longer remember the context for but i’m still kinda Into. i have a whole zevran thing for my newest dragon age: origins playthrough. Wrex & Shepard quiet moment during the reaper war in me3. there are genuinely Too Many Critrole ideas to get into but just really quick: caleb/artagan jealousy-and-curiosity-motivated hookup during travelercon (i love when characters make the wrong choices). fjord/jester/caleb where fjord dies and caleb can see his ghost for blood pact reasons so he and jester decide to do some necromancy about it (i love when characters do necromancy). different-subclasses chroma conclave timeline au with pike and scanlan (i love making overcomplicated aus). grogleth follow-up to a fic i wrote in 2020 (this one isnt just a vague mention in an author’s note anymore i have a 4k outline for it now). there’s so many of these.

9. What’s your favorite line(s) or scene(s) that you have written?

ooooough i am um. indecisive. here’s four.

the onion spell conversation in soup on the stove:

“An onion spell,” Jester snickers, crunching her spoon through the cheesy toast that tops her bowl. “We can send it back to the rest of them, maybe they’ll leave you alone.” // “Oh, Martinet, I know you wanted me dead,” Essek offers, waving his own spoon in a very convincing surrender, “but have you considered my new spell for chopping onions? Think of what the world would lose if I were gone.”

sylvester cross at the bottom of a well in grow the roses of success:

He has performed this part in palaces and slums, on trains and in factories. Sometimes it leads to adulation. Sometimes it leads to cold stone under his back, lying in absolute darkness. // The oubliette is cold. He shivers with it, and smiles.

the artifice/artificial moment in stale taste for finer things:

She’s seen the woman out of armor before; she’s peeled back the chestpiece herself to get at wounds that defy the usual stimpak to the arm trick. This is different. She tries to put it in some kind of context, Tandi's portrait on NCR bills or some senator's wife or even Alice McLafferty in her pressed fucking suit on a hundred degree day, but she can't think her way around the tableau. The Courier is out of step with the whole damn world.

the two best lines from when you’re in trouble:

He swings like a pendulum over his doom, the grip of his sword growing slick with sweat. // Bertrand Bell is a scale that defies balance.

15: Are there words, phrases, mannerisms or scenes you tend to use a lot?

i really really try not to repeat metaphors but i’m sure there are some that are in 90% of my fics, i just don’t notice them because i’m the one doing it lol. i definitely have a soft spot for characters overthinking things and i love a moment where you establish that the pov character is also the narrator (if that makes sense?), like with an in-character insult as part of a description. one other thing about me is i hate writing transition segments. you’re gonna get three dashes in a row and the next scene is gonna start, we’re not gonna talk about going to the door and leaving the room unless it’s Important to the Story.

this answer really got away from me but thank u so so much for the ask, as you can see i can talk about my fic. for forever.

#just relearned the lesson of typing answers to these in a google doc bc i lost :) the first version of this answer :)#i didn't get into my current fic bc i felt like i said way too much already but just know that i think cassandra de rolo.#should be a werewolf. with every fiber of my being. and i also think that it's way harder to write a long fic than it should be :(#anna's fic notes #answering asks #ask game #now THIS is a long post i'll even tag it.#long post

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jamespotterismydaddy · 2 months

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Five Long Years (Chapter 1)

aemond x niece!reader

A/N: i've been wanting to do age gap aemond with his niece for a while so when someone requested it, i was going to do a smut oneshot but it turned into this so weee new miniseries

WARNINGS: angsty, there will be incest and future smut

WORD COUNT: 1,059 words

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Five years since you saw him last. Two years since the death of his wife, Cassandra Baratheron and he is now finally coming home. He has travelled much, or at least that is what he says in his letters. Aemond Targaryen is a man of few words in everything but his letters to you, his dear niece who has spent the majority of her life doing no less than adoring him. Seeing him has been the thing you have spent the last month looking forward to and the day has finally come as you make your way to the courtyard.

“Ñuha rūs mandianna, look at how you’ve grown.” (my baby niece)

You hear the voice from behind you, whipping around to meet his eye. Oh, and grown you have, into your name and into your body.

You hold in your squeal of delight as you walk up to him. “I have missed you, Kepus. I didn’t think you had already arrived.” You breathe out as he takes both your hands in his and brings them up to his mouth for a kiss. You feel your cheeks flush.

“I missed you more.” He murmurs, brushing a strand of your hair out of your face. He must have noticed your blush by now.

“Tell me everything. I want to hear all about Pentos and Naarth and Lys.” You take his arm, leading him forward for a walk so you don’t have to look him in the eyes.

He smiles at how flustered you are. “You would have loved it, darling. There was so much to learn, so much history in every city.”

You listen to him with such interest as he goes on about each city, their people, their clothes. He’s pleased about how you want to hear it all. You’ve walked through the gardens twice by the time he had gotten through the bulk of it but even so, you can feel that he hasn’t told you everything.

“Tell me more, Kepus.” You beg him, never wanting to leave his side again.

“Not all things are for your ears, sweetling.”

You pout. “What do you mean?”

“You are still just a little girl in many ways.” He holds your hand, his thumb drawing small circles on your knuckles.

“I will be married soon. I won’t be a little girl after that.” A hint of emotion flashes through his eyes as you speak the words.

“I’m not so sure you’re ready for that.” He murmurs, looking at your soft hands before you yank them from his grasp.

“How should you know what i’m ready for?” He’s surprised by your sharp response. He never would have expected you to use such a tone with him.

“Because I know you.”

“You knew me. We have not seen one another for years.” There’s hurt in your voice, in your eyes.

“I had a wife to attend to… a child.”

Both who are now dead.

“A woman grown would be able to understand that.” He says, patronizing you.

“I do understand that.” There’s such jealousy in your voice. You just want to be seen by him, in a way that is different from a little girl who is only now slightly less little.

“You have flowered, yes and you have gotten so beautiful but your petulance has yet to escape you.” He speaks so tenderly as he lifts your chin to force you to look in his eye, but you find his words cruel.

“I’m not petulant.” You protest, pulling your face from his hand. You hate his gentle touches when he’s being mean.

“A well-mannered girl wouldn’t speak to her uncle the way you do.”

“I am well-mannered, just not a pushover.” You say back to him.

“If that were true, you wouldn’t have looked at a man on his wedding day the way you looked at me.” It stings when he says it. You didn’t even realize he noticed the way you gazed at him when he said his vows, all your longing wrapped up in a single look.

“Will you truly hold me to a look I gave you five years ago?” You want to scoff or say something mean but you hold your tongue instead.

“I was too old for you then.” He sympathizes. You didn’t even realize he knew. Men aren’t unusually so perceptive, especially ones who are barely twenty years old.

“Eight years isn’t so long. Daemon and my mother are sixteen years apart.” You murmur, knowing there’s no point in pretending.

“Her Grace wasn’t twelve when she married him.”

“Lots of girls get married at twelve.” You think of your grandmother who married even younger.

“Yes, lots of girls do get married at twelve… and then they die in childbirth at thirteen.” He states seriously. Aemond has little interest in fucking children, whether they have bled or not. “It was not because I did not like you, mandianna.” He reaches for you again to bring you demeaning comfort that you do not want.

“Stop touching me.”

“I didn’t know it would hurt you so. I had assumed it would pass.” He knows you still yearn for him.

“You think I still desire you? I want a man who will treat me like a woman, not a babe!” You’re angry and humiliated and you lash out, wanting that childhood crush to finally die, because that’s all it could have possibly been, frivolous and childish.

“I apologize. I should not have assumed.” You know he’s saying it just to calm you because a man like him is not so stupid, just arrogant enough to think he could never be wrong.

“I don’t want your purportless apologies.” You say with venom.

He sighs. “Then allow me to give you the gifts I brought for you-”

“You wish to distract me with trinkets?”

He isn’t too sure of what to say. You were much meeker as a girl, easily won over with pretty things and kind words. You’re more confident now… more Targaryen.

“I just do not wish to argue when it’s been so long since I saw you last.”

“And whose fault is that? You’ve had two years to see me… I’m starting to think it’s now too late.”

And with that, you stomp off, leaving Aemond dazed and confused… and slightly impressed. Maybe you aren’t just a little girl anymore.

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valeskafics · 8 months

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"Mine" - Dark Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Reader

a/n: request from an anon for yan aeg, aem, and jace - here's the first one 💕

Summary: Aemond has bided his time, but it's time to make you his.

TW: DUBCON, profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, stalking, somnophilia, p in v sex, fingering, dry humping, oral f receiving, breeding kink if you squint, pussy slapping

Word Count: 3,750 words

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated ❤️

Aemond remembers, with great clarity, the first time he saw you. You walked into the lecture hall and took a seat in the row in front of him, giving him a perfect view of your gorgeous hair, tied up to expose the nape of your neck, the slope of your shoulders. He remembers thinking how fucking pathetic it felt to be hard from that alone. He remembers hearing your sweet voice when you raised your hand to answer a question, one about the Dornish system of governance. It was a comparative politics class, and you raised your hand nearly as often as he did. He loved the way that charm bracelet on your wrist jingled every time you moved, every time you wrote. He loved the way you would turn and speak at your friend, Sara, who sat beside you in class, those perfect lips of yours curving into a gorgeous smile, one that he wished more than anything was aimed at him.

He’s content to admire you from afar, for a time at least. He memorizes your daily routine. First, breakfast with your roommate, Cassandra, in the dining hall. Then, your morning run, a quick shower, and off to your classes, followed by your shift at the campus coffee shop. Aemond can be discreet when the need arises. He wears a pair of sunglasses, pulls his hood over his head, and no one gives him a second glance. Is it pathetic, stalking you like this when you’ve never said more than two words to him? Perhaps. But does he care? Absolutely not. You’re meant to be his. You’re so perfect and sweet, he could love you and protect you better than anyone else could. But the semester goes on and you still don’t notice him.

Aemond manages to hack your email and figure out what classes you’ve registered for next term, and registers for one of them. More than that will look too suspicious for the time being. And he continues sitting behind you, admiring that gorgeous neck, imagining what it would look like with his hands as a necklace as he pounds into you, your lips parted in a silent scream as you beg him for more, as you cry out his name in the throes of ecstasy, as desperate for him as he is for you.

It remains a dream.

But then, one day? Everything changes.

As you get up from your desk, he watches as you drop your bag, all your belongings spilling out. You let out a frustrated sigh and get down, picking up your things, cursing your luck. Aemond can’t help but muse how good you look on your knees like that, how you would look on your knees, gazing up at him through your lashes as you choke on his cock. He feels his pants grow tighter, but quickly moves to crouch down and help you pick up your things. This is his chance. He can feel it. The lecture hall is pretty much empty now, leaving just the two of you as you gather your items.

“Need some help?” Aemond murmurs as he grabs a few of your pens, preventing them from rolling away.

You glance at him and smile, a bit awkwardly, which he finds absolutely adorable, “You don’t have to. I’m just a clumsy idiot.”

“I know I don’t have to but I want to,” he smiles back at you, “And you’re definitely not a clumsy idiot.”

The two of you move to stand up and you smile at him again, biting your lip, the sight of which sends a rush of excitement through him, “Thanks. You’re… Aemond, right?”

“Guilty as charged,” he gives you a wry grin before stating your name, “Am I correct?”

You nod, “Yeah, my best friend, Sara, is dating your cousin, Jace, I think.”

“Yeah, Jace is my cousin,” Aemond confirms, gazing down at you, admiring how you look in the pastel pink sundress you’ve decided to wear today, one that he just wants to bend you over the next desk and fuck you in.

“He’s… Nice,” you say before giggling slightly, “Sorry. It’s just Jace is such a jock and you give off more of a preppy academic vibe.”

He chuckles, “You’re not wrong. You like the preppy look? Because I happen to love the sundress look.”

You grin up at him, and Aemond swears that if he was a lesser man, he would’ve swooned at the sight, “I’m fond of it, yeah.”

His gaze travels to those perfect, plush, kissable lips, the ones he imagines doing things that would make even his older brother blush, “That’s good. So, I bet you’ve gotten quite a bit of attention around here.”

You shake your head, hanging your now packed back on your shoulder, “Nah. I tend to keep to myself in all honesty.”

“Really?” Aemond questions, already knowing this, crossing his arms and loving the way you admire him as he does so, “I bet you could have any, no, all of the guys on campus wrapped around your pretty little finger.”

“I just got out of a long term relationship,” you admit, “Don’t know if I’m ready to date again, ya know?”

Aemond knows this, of course, but he doesn’t know the details surrounding the break up, and so he takes a chance and asks you, “Sorry to hear that. What happened?”

“Well, he’s a grad student and he thought I was too immature for him, I guess.”

Aemond frowns at the sad tone your voice takes on. He would never make you hurt like this. That’s why he’s the only man worthy of you. He gives you a sympathetic smile, thinking maybe he can use this to his advantage.

“Well, personally don’t think you seem immature,” Aemond says in a gentle voice, “I wouldn’t give that asshole the time of day.”

You shift your weight from foot to foot and smile up at him, clearly happy with his words, “You’re really sweet. Thank you. That means a lot.”

“It’s nothing, but seriously, you shouldn’t care what he thinks. He was obviously an idiot to let a girl like you go.”

You’re about to say something when your phone goes off. You glance at it and your eyes go wide.

“Shit! My shift at the coffee shop starts in fifteen,” you turn to him, frowning apologetically, “I’ve gotta go, but it was really nice meeting you.”

Aemond leans against the wall and gives you a charming smile, “The pleasure was mine,” he pauses, eyeing the way your sundress hugs your thighs, imagining his hands spreading them apart and-, “Where do you work?”

He asks as though he doesn’t already know the answer.

“Just the KLU Coffee Shop,” you inform him, shoving your phone back into your bag, “Swing by. Your drink’s on me.”

He watches you walk away, admiring the view of your hips swinging as you go, thinking to himself that he can’t wait to show up and get that coffee from you. He’s that much closer to having you in his arms, in his bed, and the thought nearly makes his mouth water with anticipation.

When Aemond shows up at the coffee shop, it’s during the after class rush. He can’t help but admire how adorable you look when you’re stressed out, your brows furrowed together as you try to ring up your customers and make their drinks as promptly and efficiently as you can. He reaches the front of the line, giving you a sweet smile.

“Hey, you look stressed, you okay?”

“Oh, hi!” you greet him, seeming genuinely happy to see him, “Yeah, I just hate working this shift, it gets a little crazy.”

“I don’t blame you,” he says, leaning forward and resting his arms on the counter, “Seems chaotic to say the least,” you give him a cute little smile before asking what you can make for him, “Could I just get a black coffee?”

Aemond can’t tear his gaze from your lips, how soft and smooth they look. You seem to have some sort of lip gloss on and he wonders if it’s flavored. Fuck, he wants to taste you so badly.

“Sure thing,” you chirp, scribbling something onto his cup, “You can pick a pastry or sandwich if you want too. It’s on me.”

He glances at the menu, pretending like he doesn’t come here and sit in the corner to watch you work every spare moment he has, before requesting, “I’ll take a croissant, if you don’t mind.”

“You got it,” you grin, “I’ll call your name when your order’s up.”

He watches you walk away, admiring the curve of your ass as you go. You drive him absolutely crazy, he thinks to himself, and it’s getting to be a problem. All he can think about right now is how it would feel to squeeze your soft flesh in his hands, to manhandle you onto his bed and flip you over, spreading you open-

“Order up for Aemond!”

Your voice breaks through his lustful haze and he wonders how long he was standing there like that, daydreaming about fucking you. He shakes himself out of it and walks over to grab his coffee and pastry from you, thanking you in a soft voice, letting his fingers linger against yours when he takes the items from you. He notices the little heart you’ve drawn beside his name on his cup and goes to sit down, opening his laptop and pretending to study for the rest of your shift. It’s Tuesday, so that means you’ll be closing the place down.

Alone.

Won’t that be a great opportunity for a little chat?

As things wind down for the evening, Aemond watches as you begin wiping down tables, turning chairs on the empty ones upside down. He watches you sweep the floor, a nasty little fantasy playing in his head of you being his pretty little housewife, making sure the house is nice and clean for him when he comes home. Of you, pouring him his coffee in the morning and him shoving everything off the dining table, lifting you onto it and burying his face between your thighs, bringing you to the edge over and over again.

He walks over to you after throwing away his coffee cup, offering to help you out.

“You’re sweet to offer but I’ll get in a ton of trouble if I let you help,” you tell him.

“You sure?” he tries again, watching as you hang up your apron, revealing your curves in that form-hugging sundress again, “If you say so.”

After you’ve closed up, you turn to him, both of you standing outside the coffeeshop, “I’ll see you in class, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Aemond nods, “See you in class.”

Now that you know who he is, Aemond becomes even more careful in his stalking. He remains in the shadows, watching every move you make, taking note of everyone you talk to. Your friend group don’t seem to be very threatening. There’s Cassandra Baratheon, a party girl who doesn’t seem too interested in trying to fix you up with anyone, Alysanne Blackwood, Cregan Stark’s volleyball player girlfriend, and Sara Snow, his cousin’s girlfriend. Sometimes Cregan and Jace join in your little gatherings, but more often than not, they don’t.

What is cause for concern, however, is when he overhears you mention to Sara that your ex got in touch with you, that he wanted to meet up for dinner to “talk” about things and potentially reconcile. And you seem happy about it. This can’t be happening. He watches the two of you at dinner, the way his hand comes to rest over yours, the way you smile and look at him like some sort of lovestruck idiot.

No, you need to realize that this asshole who broke your heart isn’t the one for you. Aemond is the one for you. He’s going to deal with this little bump in the road on the way to your and his happily ever after.

Aemond lays in wait in your dorm building, biding his time until he’s sure you’ve fallen asleep. He sneaks in, using Sara’s keycard that she left at Jace’s last night, entering your room silently. Sara’s at Jace’s tonight again, no surprise, so you’re all alone, waiting for him. He gazes at you where you lay on the bed, wrapped up under the covers, one of your arms poking out, bathed in the moonlight. He moves closer to you, slowly pulling the comforter off of you, admiring the way your chest rises and falls as you sleep. You’re wearing a cute little nightdress that barely covers you at all, if he’s being honest. The thing is practically see through. And he fucking loves it. He eyes the swell of your breasts, the curve of your ass as you curl up into a ball, seeking the warmth your blanket previously provided you.

You turn on your side in your sleep and your nightdress rides up ever so slightly, allowing him to see the frilly pink panties you’ve worn to sleep that match the fucking nightdress. Gods, how can you be so adorable and so fucking tempting at the same time? Your thighs, your ass, your tits, all of it is making him go nearly insane with want. He watches you nuzzle into your pillow, your hips slightly lifted, and all Aemond can think is how fucking badly he wants you. He crawls into bed beside you, pulling you into his arms, his hand sliding up your leg as he gazes at you. You’re just as soft as he imagined, he thinks to himself as he squeezes your thigh, groaning under his breath at the feeling. Your lips part in your sleep as you move closer to Aemond. He slides his hand further up your nightdress till he reaches one of your breasts. He squeezes, feeling himself grow impossibly hard in his jeans.

Aemond relishes in the little sigh you let out, running his thumb over your nipple, loving the way it hardens under his ministrations. He leans over you, his form dwarfing you, as he presses his lips to yours. They’re so soft and sweet and just as perfect as he imagined. He feels you rub up against him in your sleep, smirking to himself as he lifts your leg, allowing you to wrap it around him. And then? You begin moving your hips against his, grinding your clothed pussy against his thigh, whining slightly in your sleep, clearly having a very good dream. His hands move to your hips, helping you along as you chase your peak.

“You’re so fucking naughty, aren’t you, baby?” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your neck, “Fucking yourself on my thigh like a dirty little slut. Bet you’re dreaming about me, aren’t you?”

You moan as if in response to his words as he continues mouthing at your neck, biting down gently. You whimper slightly in your sleep and Aemond whispers in your ear again, hands moving to cup your ass.

“I’m going to make you my little princess, baby,” he murmurs, “Going to love making you my good girl. My pretty baby.”

And then, your eyes open. You meet his gaze and gasp, pulling away from him.

“A-Aemond?”

He quickly places his hand over your mouth, moving to pin you between the mattress and his body, “Shh, baby, it’s me. Be a good girl and keep quiet for me now, yeah?”

You gaze up at him, entirely confused. One of his hands holds both your wrists together above your head as you squirm beneath him.

“Don’t look at me like that, baby, you want this,” his voice is a low purr in your ear, “The way you were rubbing up against me in your sleep? You know you wanted this.”

You shake your head vehemently, mumbling something against his palm that he can’t quite make out.

Aemond moves his hand away from your mouth, pressing two fingers to your lips, “Shhh, sweet girl, I really don’t want to cover those pretty lips again. You look so fucking cute like this, you know?”

“Please don’t-”

Aemond cuts off your quiet plea, “Please what?”

“You don’t have to do this,” you whisper.

“Don’t I?” he taunts, one hand moving to tease you over your panties, stroking you, feeling the wet patch on the fabric from your earlier actions, “You were the one grinding against me like a bitch in heat. You want this, baby, just as bad as I do.”

“I wasn’t,” you protest weakly.

“Don’t lie to me, naughty little girl,” he breathes against your lips, “I can see it in your eyes.”

You gasp when he slides his fingers inside your panties and pushes them inside you. You let out a yelp as Aemond begins pumping them in and out of you at a steady pace, curving them in a way that allows him to brush up against that spongy spot deep inside you that has you moaning his name in spite of all your earlier protests. Your hips move of their own accord, grinding against his hand, desperate for him. And Aemond notices. He speeds up his movements, admiring the way his fingers disappear inside your tight little cunt over and over, the way you gaze up at him almost starry-eyed. He feels you squeeze around him, so tight that he almost can’t move his fingers, soaking them with the evidence of your climax. You turn your face away, embarrassed by the entire ordeal, but Aemond isn’t having it. One of his hands still firmly grasps both of your wrists and he brings the other that just pleasured you to your lips, forcing his fingers inside.

“Lick them clean, baby.”

You taste yourself on his digits, scrunching your eyes shut and doing as he asks, hating the fact that all of this is just serving to turn you on more. You shouldn’t want this. You and your ex are on the verge of getting back together. You love your ex, not this guy who broke into your dorm and is-

Oh gods…

You watch as Aemond settles between your legs, gazing up at you as he slides your panties down your thighs. He wastes no time pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the soft flesh of your inner thigh, nipping at it before licking at your pussy. You let out a sharp gasp, covering your mouth so as not to make too much noise. Aemond continues, lapping at your cunt like a man starved, holding your thighs apart as he stares up at you, nuzzling his nose against your clit in a way that makes you squeeze your eyes shut, unable to handle the pleasure he’s giving you. You come against his tongue with a near scream of his name.

But Aemond simply moves to take your pearl between his lips, suckling at it, refusing to stop, his fingers moving in and out of you once again. You let out a choked sob as your hips buck up against him, meeting his movements with your own, giving in to the ecstasy which he so willingly is giving you. You reach your peak again, faster than before, and he finally pulls his mouth away from you, moving to kiss you again.

“You taste like heaven, baby,” he groans against your ear, moving to undo his jeans, running his cock along your pussy, slapping the head against your clit. You whimper slightly, and then cry out as he lands a light slap against you, making you gaze up at him with watery eyes.

“W-what was that for?”

“Just a reminder to be my good. Little. Girl,” he says, punctuating each word with a slap against your pussy, making you nearly scream his name, “Gods, you’re so fucking perfect for me. Can’t wait to split you open on my cock. Bet you can’t wait either, so desperate for me, like a good little slut.”

You don’t bother denying it. What’s the point?

You feel Aemond’s cock push inside you, bullying against your walls, eliciting a mewl of his name from your lips.

“Fuck,” he growls against your ear, “You love it when I beat this little pussy up, don’t you, baby?”

He continues fucking you, snapping his hips against yours over and over, the intensity dizzying as he brings you closer and closer to your peak. You feel like you can barely breathe, your mind so overcome by the feeling of his cock moving in and out of you, filling you up so fucking perfectly.

“Feel so good when you squeeze me like that,” Aemond hisses, rocking his hips against yours, staring into your eyes, “No one’s gonna make you feel like this except for me, sweet girl. No one’s gonna love you like I can.”

Aemond grabs your hands, lacing your fingers with his as he continues fucking you, forehead resting against yours, the sound of your heavy breathing and skin slapping against skin filling the room. You reach your peak against him with a near scream of his name, but Aemond just flips you onto your stomach, fucking into you again, grabbing you by the hips, his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust, making whimper, grasping at the sheets, overstimulated and yet wanting nothing more than for him to keep fucking you.

“Gonna fill you up with my cum, pretty girl,” he rasps in your ear, one hand letting go of your hip to grasp at your throat, squeezing slightly, “Gonna fucking ruin you for anyone else. You’re never gonna want anyone else after this. Say you’re mine, baby.”

“I’m yours,” you manage to moan out, tears pricking at your eyes as you hold yourself up on your elbows, feeling him move in and out of you faster and faster.

Aemond’s hips begin to stutter against yours, feeling how tightly you’re squeezing around him, your own climax imminent. With one more thrust, Aemond spills himself inside you, a heavy groan of your name escaping his lips as you squeeze around him one more time, your own climax overtaking you.

Aemond holds you tightly in his arms, your breathing and his being the only sounds that pervade the late night air. Part of you wonders if he’s going to let you go now that he’s gotten what he wanted. But judging by the way he’s already growing hard against your thigh again, you highly doubt it.

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cxlandine · 22 days

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things that make me sad this week

golsum has -3 to charisma despite being a realtor because he's a flesh construct so he looks scary and people don't like him

no matter how nice he is all flesh constructs have a charisma score of 5

he's banished because of his charisma score and then the teens that did it laugh about how uncharismatic he is for a realtor

everyone encountered in the house is a monstrous race - ghost, vampire, frankenstein, werewolf - instead of just making monstrous versions of npcs they took the ones that already sort of fit and took away their personalities

fabian came to alone in adaine's room surrounded by her blood

brennan said not to touch the items and i think fig full-on ate some of that cottage cheese

cassandra was trying to send them home to mordred manor in elmville and messed up

kalina was around when cassandra got married meaning ankarna had shared custody and everyone knows lesbian exes that own a cat together are more committed to co-parenting than most actual parents

kristen heard a wolf howl somewhere in the house and she probably assumed it was tracker, remembering when she turned in the nightmare forest

baron knows that riz fears his friends finding out that he's aroace and they keep teasing him about dating baron so when baron says they're mistreating him he's actually kind of right

and riz tries his best to explain the situation while not giving too much away because if he doesn't then baron will explain the situation in his own words

fig doesn't live in the piano bubble anymore

#dimension 20 #fantasy high #fantasy high junior year #fhjy #fhjy spoilers #fantasy high junior year spoilers #d20

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themotherofhorses · 1 year

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pairing: aemond targaryen x handmaid!reader

summary: cassandra baratheon dreams of prince aemond. the same cannot be said for prince aemond himself.

warnings: explicit language. smut. simp!aemond eating out his girl because the feast apparently sucked. slight breeding kink. voyeurism. cass gets her poor lil heart broken for the plot.

notes: i texted @chainsawsangel with the following:

"me when I break cassandra baratheon’s poor lil heart by having her come across aemond eating out his handmaid. #feminism".

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Lady Cassandra Baratheon stumbles across them next, though by an honest mistake as well.

(It hurts her heart a bit too much to considerate it anything other than that)

Foolish, foolish, foolish girl.

She had always been a prideful child, too high-spirited and headstrong for her own good. Her own lady mother warned her of that. But on her eight-and-ten nameday, her lord father brought up the prospect of a betrothal between her and Prince Aemond Targaryen.

Cassandra liked that very much- the idea of becoming his princess. Each night before sleep, she’d mumble his name into her pillow, a tiny prayer to any listening god that they would make him hers.

Please, please, please…

Prince Aemond…Aemond Targaryen, she whispered, a smile curling on her lips. One day he’ll be my husband, and I his lady wife.

Three months later, House Baratheon arrived at King’s Landing to celebrate the nameday of the Princess Rhaenyra, the realm’s heir.

Cassandra had brushed out her long dark hair until it shone in the evening sunlight and chosen her finest red silks. She had been looking forward to this day for weeks since learning of her possible marriage to Prince Aemond. Prince Aemond, her future betrothed. She giggled at the thought. Just thinking of him stirred butterflies within her tummy, a faint fluttering feeling inside. She was so in love with him.

He was so tall and handsome and strong, with sharp, stern features and hair like moonlight. Everything a prince ought to be.

Prince Aemond, my future husband.

Prince Aemond spared her not a single glance during the banquet, much to her embarrassment. Cassandra had made sure to look her best, all in the hopes of catching his attention. Several Lannister lords complimented her well throughout the night. But her prince remained at the royal family’s long table, seated in his chair with no desire to move. Or ask for my hand in a dance, she thought with a pout.

“Perhaps he does not know of the betrothal?” Her sister, Ellyn, offered. “There could be a chance that he was never told.”

Cassandra was not appeased. “No, the queen would’ve told him; it is in her good natural…perhaps he does not care to dance,” she sniffed in disapproval. She would prefer a husband that would twirl her around the room, the way a prince does with his princess. She picked up her fork, quietly chewing on the roasted meat as she spotted her Prince Aemond then slipping out of the room. Her eyebrow raised, but she said nothing more, too disappointed and sadden to push the matter further.

“Go talk to him after this,” her mother, Lady Elenda, murmured into her ear, rubbing her shoulder. “Dragons love a stormy sky as much as they do a clear and bright-blue one.”

Cassandra does what her mother told her, walking down the dimmed Keep’s hallway, running a hand across the stoned wall as she searches for Prince Aemond’s bedchamber. If the gods heard my prayers, then I shall soon share it… But as she nears one of the little libraries, she overhears a soft moan, feminine and breathless.

And another…and another.

A hiccup this time.

A whimper for the fourth.

It causes her cheeks to flush pink as she stands for a moment outside the room, hearing more moans and whimpers and hiccups fill the air. Servants, perhaps? She considers that for a slight second before the girl inside moans out a name that makes her breath hitch in her throat and her stomach begin to tauten.

“Aemond…”

No, she thinks, pressing a hand against her breast, feeling her poor heart painfully quickening within her chest. No. No. No. Cassandra shakes her head, not willing to believe such. No. No. No, it cannot be. But…

“A-Aemond…”

Breathing deeply, she leans in, peering into the room as her gaze locks onto a girl perched atop the dark, mahogany desk. Her head is flung back as she trembles and moans, tangling her hand in the silver hair of her Prince Aemond, who is nestled between her thighs. Oh…but Cassandra knows what he is doing. The girl’s chest rises and falls, heavy breasts tugged out from her plain servant dress, her other hand pinching both swollen nipples.

“Ah…! Mmmm, oh sweet gods, Aemond….”

Cassandra feels ready to faint. Tears swell in her dark eyes as she watches Aemond shake his head and smush his handsome face deeper between the girl’s quivering thighs, strong hands holding her legs apart. “Keep them apart…good girl,” she hears him mumble. “That damned feast outside did nothing to quell my hunger, such a fucking waste of my time.”

The girl bites her lip, her shoulders trembling.

“I want to live here, in between your thighs,” and Aemond lifts his face up from her soaking cunt, kissing the inside of both her thighs. Once, twice, four times, so soft and tender and loving. He brings two fingers to trace along her folds up to her clit, chuckling when the girl shivers and gasps. “My pretty little handmaid- my precious girl.”

“My prince…”

Handmaid? Cassandra scoffs at that, several fat tears already streaking down her cheeks. Her pretty dark eyes are probably smudged and red and absolutely ugly.

A handmaid…she’s lost to a fucking lowborn handmaid, a girl nothing more than the dirt beneath her dainty sandaled feet.

She’d laugh if she wasn’t so fucking heartbroken.

Cassandra keeps her eyes on her Aemond as he rises to his feet, pulling the handmaid’s face up to his for a passionate kiss. She sucks in a breath, hearing the muffled moans and wet noises and the prince’s low groans, and the dirty, sinful words that he mutters against her puffy lips.

“I’m not your prince, my love. How many times must I need to remind you?”

The handmaid shakes her head, shying away before his fingers grip her chin, tugging her face back to his. “All the babes I’ve seeded into your belly, and yet you still think of me as nothing more than your prince….” Aemond chuckles, tracing her bottom lip with the tip of his thumb. Cassandra can see his other hand fall to his pants and hears his belt unbuckling. “Rest assured, I’ll give you a few more months, but then my baby will be in your womb again.”

“But we already have three,” the handmaid whines, leaning back on her palms as she eyes the prince’s hardened cock when his pants puddle down to his ankles. But there is a smile on her lips, and her pretty features are twisted in glowing happiness and excitement. She reaches forward, wrapping a hand around the head of his dick, smirking when he hisses. “Let the twins reach their third nameday, my love, before we consider our next one.”

Aemond hums. “We’ll see.”

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Cassandra Baratheon leaves soon after that, face tucked within her hands as she curses the gods above for not listening to her prayers.

“Why? Why? Why?” she asks, again and again. “But why would they?” she soon mumbles, blinking the new tears back. “They were foolish wishes. I was too fucking foolish.”

She hears laughter and singing, mocking her misery, and when she flies past the royal nursery, she fails to notice the good Queen Alicent cuddling a brown-haired babe to her chest.

And at her feet sat two pretty twin children playing with their little wooden dragon figurines.

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#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you #aemond drabble #aemond smut #aemond targaryen #aemond one eye #aemond the kinslayer #handmaid!reader #house of the dragon #house of the dragon imagine #hotd fanfic #vic writes 🧸

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armed-with-a-waffle-iron · 3 days

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Bat Timeline vs Bat Publication Timeline

I kept my receipts and citations here. Also, I used cover dates.

Neat things I noticed:

Nothing much happened in Gotham until Robin arrived both in continuity and in print history. Sorry but your lone wolf Batman doesn't exist :P

Dick permanently becomes Batman at the same age Bruce was when he became Batman; 25. Kinda poetic if you ask me.

Babs was Oracle longer than she was Batgirl in both continuity and publication history!!

Completely forgot that Dinah was literally her own mother once upon a time. Weird stuff.

There's not enough Jason!Robin stories to fit the 3 years some fans claim he was Robin for. Also the 3 years idea doesn't work if you track Dick's age. My guess is he was originally younger than 15 when he died but DC aged him up so he could be an adult when he returned as Red Hood.

It's pretty clear that Helena's integration into the group began the expansion of this complicated "family unit". She set the precedent for those noirish vigilante work relations.

Tim has to be a vampire if he's meant to be 17 three whole very explicit in-continuity years after he had his 16th birthday.

Stephanie has basically been in this gig as long as Tim! And almost as long as Helena too. Proper seasoned ass-kicker who Damian should look to for pointers.

Also remembered that Cassandra's Batgirl run is the best thing to come out of Gotham in the early 2000s.

I dunno I think the One Year Later timeskip was just unnecessary.

Kate and Renee are almost as new to the vigilante gig as Damian!

Bat-adjacent Rose Wilson was said to be 14 during her first appearance around Year 15 so she's the same age Tim.

Not Bat related but Lian Harper's age works with my timeline so yay! Born early Year 14, she's 5 during Cry for Justice in Year 19.

I have a theory, based off of Batman #416, that Dick graduated high school at 17. He says he was Bruce's partner for 6 years and that after he was fired; he left college after the 1st semester, then moved around the country, had his own adventures, and "eventually" ended up with the Titans. Also, he was 21 during the Titans' 3rd anniversary (New Titans v2 #71) and 19 when he became Nightwing (Tales of the Titans #44) so the Titans (re-)formed when he was 18. This means he probably only turned 18 in the academic year he began college (or has a summer birthday). So he was Bruce's partner from ages 11-17, did his own thing for a while as he did in the 70s, eventually joined the Titans at 18, and became Nightwing at 19. Jason comes into the picture soon after Dick retires the Robin identity.

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Clumsy Me

“It’s a super kind gesture Greg but are you sure there are no other pairs of pants I can wear? Not that I’m not grateful but skin tight leggings aren’t really my style. Plus I know your stepmom Madison ran out on you and your dad like a year ago but she’d kill me if she saw me in a pair of her slick black pants. You’re right beggars can’t be choosers put this is just until my own jeans dry in your machine ok? Still can’t believe I tripped like that, did you always have that foot stool there? Whatever, just give me a minute to change.”

“Well what do you think? You hate it right? Wait you like it? I guess it is kind of nice, it makes my figure kind of pop doesn’t it? I never thought I’d have the body to pull off anything like this. Can’t believe I’m the same size as you step mom too. Could never wear some of the things she has in there though. All that luxurious fur, expensive jewelry, and those plunging necklines, I could never! Oh whoops I’m so clumsy today, I’ve gone and spilled the second drink you got me on my top. I’ll just sneak back into your step mom’s closet and find something to wear.”

“There we go, now I’m all dry and warm, despite this new top not covering my navel. When I put it on I realized that something was missing and somehow I knew this belt would tie everything together. I feel so stylish, like one of those bougy bitches at school. Do you think if I wore this to school tomorrow they would notice? I promise I’ll bring it all back after school tomorrow. Thanks!”

“I know I know I said I would bring the clothes back and I have but I just had to borrow some others. My outfit was a big hit with Cassandra and all her friends, they said I showed real promise! Can you believe that? Only last week they were picking on me. But if I show up tomorrow wearing my usual drab unfashionable outfits they’ll start bullying me again. Plus don’t I look kind of hot in this new combo? I’ve never worn such high boots before or such a short skirt. It’s hard to explain but the clothes just kind of call to me and each piece I choose just makes sense. I never had an eye for fashion before but these clothes are bringing the inner designer out in me and I can’t deny the results!”

“Hey there handsome, I need to get a new outfit for tomorrow. The girls were in awe yet again. They were right too, I do look better without my glasses. My head is swimming with ideas of what to wear, it was all I could think of last night. What do you mean no? Greg you don’t understand, I need to keep up appearances otherwise I’m toast! Plus your stepmom isn’t around anymore! Still no huh? Well that’s a shame, because you know what else I was thinking last night? I was thinking how if I have to come over everyday to change then you and I should have some fun too. Don’t be coy, I’ve seen how you’ve been looking at me. Look how about you see the lingerie I borrowed, see wouldn’t you like to see me in more?”

“How did I get in here? I made a copy of your key, duh! If I’m going to be your girlfriend I need to be able to get inside your house when you’re not here. Aren’t you glad I did, like look at this new outfit I put together, all the girls are going to be green with envy when they see me. One of them was telling me that Cassandra was starting to feel threatened by my style, that she thinks I’m going to take over the clique! Can you believe that? Me?! It is kind of hot to think of though, me taking over a group of girls who used to bully me and taking down the head bitch herself. Mmmm it’s got me kind of wet, how about you be a good boyfriend and get our knees for me. There’s a reason why I’m wearing a skirt after all.”

“You’re breaking up with me? Why? I have not become a bully! Cassandra was the biggest bitch in our school, I just took her down several pegs. In front of the whole school. While she cried. Sure I made all her old friends block her on socials and refuse to talk to her ever again but she deserved it and now that all her friends are mine now I can run the school how it should be. If that means some of life’s losers get bullied then so be it, they don’t deserve my pity or yours. Come on baby I’m offering you the chance to become king, don’t let your morals get in the way of having me as your queen. Fine if that’s how you feel then fuck you loser, you small dicked prick. I only was with you to get access to you stepmom’s clothes, but I don’t need them or you! So long dork!”

“Oh it’s you creep. Surprised to see me in your house? Well I had every intention of never seeing you again but I was wrong about what I said last week. What? About you? Don’t be stupid, I meant about the clothes. I do NEED them! I bought some hawt clothes of my own but it just wasn’t the same. They weren’t expensive and slutty enough. I was feeling my confidence and power draining over the past few days but now that I’m back in Madison’s clothes I’m feeling more me again. Her bitchy perfume still lingers in their fabric and it’s makes me feel so bad! Your dad let me in and said I should just take whatever I wanted. He was just so accommodating after I put on Madison’s tightest clothes and gave him the best blowjob of his life. He said I should come back everyday and I fully intend on doing so.”

“Mmm your father was right, blonde does make me look older, more mature, more sexy. Wasn’t Madison a blonde? Why am I even asking you, it will only distract you from cooking. To think a few months ago I was giving you the best handjobs of your life so I could have access to Madison’s clothes and now I’m your dad’s fiancée and all the clothes are mine! You could have had me you know? You could have had this perfect ass but you were worried I had become a bully or some nonsense. Your father loves what a bitch I am and encourages me to be a mean spoilt brat by letting me buy whatever I want. Having access to his money allowed me to buy the clothes I deserved! That’s why I love him unconditionally. It certainly helps he’s so well hung, something you never inherited. Speaking of which I think I just heard him come in, I think he and I can slip in a quickie while you cook. Stay if you want to watch perv.”

“Don’t look at me worm, just keep scrubbing the floors. Your father and I want this place spotless when we return from our honeymoon but before we leave I just wanted to tell you a secret. I’m pregnant. I have no doubt it will be a girl and I’m going to raise her to be the biggest, meanest slut there even has been. She’ll have everything her cruel heart desires and I’m going to spoil her rotten. She’ll have my fashion sense of course and your father’s ruthless business acumen. What do you think of Maddy for her name, short for Madison? She’ll be such a wicked princess, and you? Well you’ll be here cleaning the floors everyday for the rest of your life. On that note… oooops I’ve spilled my drink all over your clean floor. I guess I’m just so clumsy.”

#f2f #corruption #bitchification #evil bitch #corrupted clothing #corrupted pov

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⭒The Silent One⭒

#3 Azriel x Fem!OC

⭒Part 1⭒Part 2⭒Part 3⭒Part 4⭒

Word Count: 3.6k

Summary: Azriel finds the guy that sold Cassandra. Lots of bonding happens with Cassandra, Azriel and other members of the IC. Slight cliffhanger.

Warnings/Tags: mentions/implied rape. Mention past sexual abuse. Mentions pregnancy from rape. Slow burn. Violence. Brief victim blaming. Found family. Protective!azriel. Protective!IC. GRAMMER ERRORS—I plan on going back to edit this please don’t judge me too hard I’m gonna have a busy week and just really wanted to get this posted for y’all🩵

Authors Note: all reblogs, likes and comments are welcome, appreciated and encouraged! Let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list for the next chapter. Regular italics are inner thoughts and bold italics are mental communication.

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Azriel stands in the darkness of night watching. Waiting. Body thrumming with anger. Calm cold anger. The kind that got people killed if they didn’t give him what he was looking for.

Only moments after Cassandra’s departure had his shadow returned to him. Telling him where to find this Vale. This horrid male who was taking females away from their family and selling them off—profiting off of them like livestock.

He sees the male, recognizes him from the briefs flash of memory Cassandra let slip at dinner, the one where this mad had choked her, slammed her against the wall just for needing to use the restroom.

The male is loading something up in the back of a wagon, the building behind him dark and dingy. Azriel let his shadows take him closer. Closer. Until he was standing in the alley between this man's house and another. The smell was horrid, small creatures scurrying about looking for their meal for the evening.

The male retreats into the building and Azriel lets a shadow loose to follow him—to be his eyes inside of this building. Inside is just as dark and dingy and piled high to the roof with…stuff. The blue skinned male navigates the maze of boxes and bins and trash with ease. He seems to be the only one here but Azriel knew better so he waits following the man through the seemingly endless maze.

That’s when he hears it, his shoulders going tight, his jaw clenching. Crying—no sobbing. A girl begging to be left alone as the male grabs her and pins her down to the floor.

“Fuck,” he growls. He pounds his fist against the outside of the building, taking chucks of the stone out. It’s loud enough to distract the man, to get him away from that girl as he rushed from the room under the floor, locking the locks and coming out. Looking around wildly for the source of the sound.

Azriel winnows, leaning against the wagon the man had been loading before, whistling to get the man attention. He whirls around, black eyes narrowed in anger, freezing in place when they land on him.

“Shadowsinger?” He grunts, narrowing his eyes at Azriel. “What brings you to these parts?”

Azriel looks him over, the smell of shit, piss and rot was overwhelming even from this distance.

“Vale,” Azriel says, to let the male know he knows who he is, rightfully see the fear in his eyes. “I’m looking for something and I hear you’re the one to help me.”

“I ain’t got nothing you need, pretty boy,” Vale sneers, crossing his arms, looking Azriel over. Trying to come off as tough but it’s actually laugh-able.

“Are you sure?” Azriel asks, pushing off the wagon. Letting his wings spread wide, walking closer, towering over the male. “See, I’ve got this female telling me you bought her from her dad and sold her to a pleasure house. I mean, tell me I’m wrong, man. I’ve just gotta check on these things. It’s a pretty serious accusation and all.”

“That chick’s got the wrong guy. I would never do something like that. These bitches are always trying to get us males in trouble,” Vale said, seeming to relax. Big mistake.

“You think so? Just tell me if you know her man. About this tall, really pretty, tan skin, white hair. Wings.” Azriel growls the last word, the man’s eyes widening again, taking a step back.

“Look, man, it’s not like that. Her dad owed me money, so he gave me her instead cause he couldn’t afford to pay me back, okay? So I didn’t technically buy her,” He stammered out, trying to explain himself.

“Oh,” Azriel said, nodding his head. “Well, I mean, if you didn’t technically buy her then no law was broken.”

“That’s right!” The male nods, sighing in relief. “No law was broken, man. I wouldn’t—I wouldn’t do that—”

“Yeah. I get it,” Azriel nods, shifting. Looking towards the building, then back to the low life in front of him. “And that female inside? Did you buy her? Is she here of her own free will allowing you to rape her daily?”

“Fuck,” Vale whispers, turning and running down the cobble stone road. Azriel stands there watching, a grin stretching his lips as he lets the male think he’s getting away.

“Send Morrigan,” He calls out to Rhys as he watches the male.

“She’s coming.”

Then he's gone again, just as Vale looks over his shoulder to try and spot him, only to smack hard into a body that came out of nowhere. He looks at the shadowsinger towering over him, swallowing thickly.

“What do you want from me?” The male nearly cried out as Azriel grabbed him and pulled him up, slamming his face first into a stone wall. The resounding crunch of his nose breaking is ever satisfying.

“Her name is Cassandra,” Azriel snarls into the man's ear. “She told us what you did to her. What you did to that female you have locked in that disgusting building. We know there’s more girls. We will find them all and when we do, I’ll let each one take a turn with you. Their weapon of choice. And you’ll feel exactly what they felt.”

“Ple-please. Please, just kill me,” The man begged, fighting in Azriel’s grasp but he was no match for Azriel’s strength.

“And what kind of justice would that be? Did you stop when those girls begged you to? Did you give them death with they would have preferred that over you using their bodies?” Azriel asked, scenting the smell of urine as the man pissed himself. “You deserve everything you’ve got coming to you.”

Before the pathetic excuse of a male could beg or plead any more Azriel grabbed the back of his head, smashing it into the wall, letting him fall unconscious to the ground. He left him there binded and hidden by shadows, stalking back to the building where he spotted Morrigan easily.

“Don’t tell me this is where he’s been keeping those poor girl?” She asked when she spotted him approaching.

“Unfortunately, I think it is. She said under his house but he could live here. I’ll question him more. I know there’s at least one female inside,” Azriel explained, guiding Morrigan into the building. Be could get the female on his own but he knew it was safer to have a female companion—after all they’d been through the least he could do was make sure a female was the one to comfort them.

They get to that basement floor, unlocking the various locks and pulling the hatch open. It’s as dark and dingy down here as it was in the rest of the building. Morrigan enters first, taking Azriel’s hand to steady herself on the old wobbly stairs.

“Your wings won’t fit down here,” She said, hushed. He nods at her. “Send a shadow if I call for help.” It’s said jokingly but he knows she’s serious. He’d rip the floor from this building to help her if she needed it.

Mor squinted her eyes in the dimness of the sellar, resisting the urge to plug her nose from the horrid smell.

“Hello? Is anyone down here?” She calls out, looking up from at Azriel when there’s no reply. “Hello, my name is Morrigan. I work for the High Lord. The male keeping you here is—”

Morrigan’s cut off when I body slams into hers, knocking her to the ground. She cries out in surprise when a sharp sting slices across her cheek.

“Stop, hey, stop! I’m here to help!” Mor calls out, trying to catch the hands of the female fae on top of her.

“Mor!” Azriel’s deep voice calls.

“I’ve got it!” Mor calls back, grabbing the girls wrists. “Please, stop! Vale is gone! He can’t hurt you, please, stop!”

The girl stops fighting then still tense where she’s straddling Morrigan’s middle section.

“He’s gone?” She whispers and Mor nods.

“Yes, he’s gone. He can’t hurt you any more. I swear,” She promises. Eyes finally able to take in the sight before her.

A fragile, naked, malnourished body sits atop her. Eyes not only shut but scarred as if they’d been cut—maybe by the same person that took Cassandra’s tongue. But what really got Morrigan, what had her ready to lose the contents of her stomach was the rounded belly attached to that nearly skeleton body. Her eyes welled and she helped the female to shift off of her body.

“Are you pregnant?” Mor whispers, trying to keep her voice from breaking as the female nods.

“Please, don’t let him take this one too,” She cries, reaching out to find Morrigan’s hand, squeezing it tightly. “Promise me I get to keep my baby.”

“I promise, no one is going to take your baby away from you,” Morgan swears, a single tear falling down her cheek. “What’s your name, sweet girl?”

“Neema, my name is Neema,” She answers and Mors eyes widen. The girl Cassandra told them about.

“You and your baby are safe, Neema. We’re gonna take you away from here, okay?” Morrigan says, standing and helping the pregnant female stand as well.

“I have my friend Azriel here too, he will not touch you, he’s only here to make sure no further harm comes to you. He’s handing me a cloak for you to wear,” Morrigan explains so the female doesn’t feel uncomfortable. She nods, allowing Mor to wrap the cloak around her.

“Are there any other females here?” Azriel asks gently, wishing he hadn’t with the way she clenched at the deep mess of it.

“Not—not that I know of. The females come and go. There’s been no others for months…” Neema answers, grasping the fabric tighter around her body.

Azriel and Mor share a look the last females had to have been Cassandra and the other two she mentioned.

“I’ll stay and check the building before I head back,” Azriel informed, consciously softening his voice so as not to scare the female again.

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Morrigan winnows away with Neema and Azriel searches every inch of the building with his shadows. No signs of any other females. He leaves the building, needing to relieve himself of the horrible stench.

He retrieves the still bound and unconscious male, winnowing him to his dungeon. He strips him, places a gag in his mouth, dumps him into a chair and binds him to it. He would be dealt with later.

The sun would be rising soon and he wanted to be there when they informed Cassandra they found the male and the female—her friend?

He enters Rhys' study, Cassian and Mor there too.

“How is she?” He asks, glancing at Morrigan then his brother.

“Resting,” Rhys answers. “Madja looked her over. Thankfully the baby seems healthy, Madja’s main concern is getting Neema to gain some weight and begin healing herself.”

“We offered her to live amongst the priestesses in the library, she agreed,” Morrigan said, her brown eyes bloodshot and cheeks flushed.

“Good, that’s all good, they’ll help her heal,” Azriel nods his head crossing his arms. “I have the male in my dungeon.”

“Have you gotten any information out of him?” Rhys asks, standing from his desk.

“Not much. He admitted to knowing who Cassandra was, receiving her from her father and holding her. He never admitted to selling her but that information won’t be hard to get out of him,” Azriel explains and Rhys nods in agreement.

“You get whatever information you can out of him and then he’s dead,” Rhys orders, Azriel doesn’t need to confirm he already knew what Rhys decision would be.

“Are we telling Cassandra?” Cassian asks, the first words he’s said the whole time.

“We are. She needs to know he’s here, it may bring her some comfort knowing he’s locked away and Neema is safe. I think you should be the one to talk to her, Azriel,” Rhy says, turning his attention to the shadow singer.

“Me? Not Mor?” Azriel asked, a bit confused.

“Yes, you. She’s comfortable with you. You’re the one that apprehended him. I believe she would prefer to hear it from you,” Rhys nods.

“Okay, I can do that,” Azriel agreed.

“You handle that, I’ve got some business to attend to with the priestesses. We’ll all meet up in a few hours to discuss further action.” Rhys stepped around his desk, patting Azriel’s shoulder when he passed by him.

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An hour goes by before Azriel tracks Cassandra down. Finding her in the library, flipping through a book where she’s sat in the large window seat that overlooked the city below. A steaming cup of tea next to her.

“I thought you couldn’t read?” Azriel asks, leaning against the door frame, grinning when those green eyes meet his.

“I can’t. I’m looking at the pictures,” She said, holding up the book, some romance book from the looks of the two people in a colorful garden.

“Ah,” Azriel says, walking further into the room. Trying not to focus on the way her eyes track up and down his body the closer he gets. He holds his hand out for the book, flipping it over the read the title, snorting at it. “Secret Garden Romance, huh?”

She shrugs, taking the book back.

“I asked the house for a book with a lot of pictures, this is what I got,” She said, a small sweet breathy laugh escaped her lips and he couldn’t help his own smile.

“Did you end up getting some sleep?” He asks, watching her set the book down and grab the warm mug.

“I slept but not great,” She shrugs. “I can’t stop thinking about my sisters.”

“We’re gonna do everything we can to find them, I promise you that,” Azriel said, not even waiting for a beat. He would find her sisters and he’d beat the shit out of her father too.

“You know I took my older sister's place. It was supposed to be her he sold off but the way she had cried when he told her. I couldn’t let him do that to her so I told him to take me…I didn’t really know what he meant when he was selling me. I thought I’d be a servant like the ones we had when I was a kid or something. I never thought…” She trailed off, taking a deep breath.

“You’re not to blame for what happened to you. You were protecting your sister. You did a very selfless thing. You're safe now and your sisters will be, too,” Azriel said, resting his elbows on his knees as he leaned towards her.

“Well, what about you?” Cassandra asked, gently changing the subject. “Did you ever get any sleep?”

Azriel sighed with a head shake. “No, actually. That’s kind of why I came to talk to you.”

Cassandra fixed him with a curious look, leaning forward as if to give him her full attention for whatever he needed to say. He looked into those glowing green eyes, filled with curious concern.

“We found that male. Vale. We found him,” Azriel said, watching the vast range of emotions flash through those emerald eyes.

“He’s here?” Is what she asks, fear tinging her voice. Azriel straightens his back.

“He will not touch you,” he declared, holding her gaze. “He won’t even come near you.”

I’ll fucking kill him if he does. He thinks but doesn’t add it out loud.

“He can’t get out of…wherever he is?” She asks, and he wants to reach out so badly to comfort her. The ache in his chest drawing him to her.

“No. He’s being held in a very secure place. I promise you’re safe here. You’re safe with us.” Azriel promises. You’re safe with me.

“Were there any females with him?” She asks and Azriel nods.

“The girl you told us about, Neema. She was the only one there—it had been only her for months.”

He watches as her eyes fill with tears, offering his hand for her to hold. She takes it, thumb tracing his scars unconsciously.

“Just her…alone with him for months. Gods, is she…I feel like okay isn’t the right word for what I want to ask,” She says, sadness written all over her face.

“She will be okay,” Azriel said. “She’s in bad shape. Pregnant, malnourished but we have an amazing healer and a library below the mountain. Many priestesses live there. Many of them have experienced similar traumas. They’ll help her heal.”

She looked thoughtful for a moment. He wasn’t sure what was going through her head as she sat there silently, grasping his hand and tracing his scars.

“I want him to die.” It’s fierce. Heated. Emotional. And it does something to Azriel’s heart, to his brain. He squeezes her hand. “I want him to feel everything we felt. To know the fear he put us through. I want him to suffer and then I want him to die.”

“He will die. I swear to the Mother. I’ll get every drop of information from him and when it’s time his death will be painful and slow,” Azriel swore, gently swiping a tear from her cheek.

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The next day is a day Cassandra would remember forever. She hadn't slept much the night before but Morrigan had practically begged her to have lunch.

Cassandra wasn’t entirely sure she was ready for a day out in the city but she felt safe with Morrigan. She nearly asked if Azriel could come too until she learned he would be spending the day collecting information from Kamari and Vale.

Morrigan picked out her outfit for the day and it was one of her favorites she’s worn since being here. A flowy silk top that tucked into a dark pair of slacks that raised high on my hips. They emphasized her longer legs in a way she had never noticed before. She had also pinned Cassandra’s hair up and out of her face.

She liked the way Azriel smiled at her when he saw her dressed this way. She blushed but was quickly rushed away by Morrigan, shouting something about wanting you to herself for the day for girl time.

Their first stop was a place she called the River House. A beautiful home that her mother would have loved. Morrigan had only had them stop here briefly to grab a few tote bags, wanting to shop while they were out but promised to bring her back and give her a proper tour of the house.

The city was even more beautiful when you were in it. The sun was shining bright in an endless blue sky. Better than any dreams she had ever had about it.

They went to bakeries, where Cassandra single handedly filled half a tote with various pastries.

Then a clothing shop where Morrigan helped her pick out some new clothes. A few everyday pieces. A gorgeous gown she wasn’t sure where she would wear it but Morrigan swore she would need it sooner or later. And then the softest, satin, dark blue nightgown—it had reminded her of the stones that glowed atop Azriel’s hands. Morrigan herself had picked out quite a few outfits and gowns of her own and a lace set that looked like something the girls in the pleasure houses would wear but she paid no mind to it—she was sure it would look gorgeous on Morrigan wherever she planned to wear it to.

Then they went to a place near the river for lunch, the glistening river was the perfect view while they ate.

“Do you feel like you’re settling in okay?” Morrigan asked, sipping on some kind of iced fruit tea while they waited for their food.

“I’m still…adjusting. I enjoy the company of everyone. I feel like I can trust you all. It’s just odd.” Cassandra says, taking a drink of her tea that was just slightly too sweet but she wasn’t complaining.

“What’s odd?” Morrigan asks gently.

“Trusting strangers more than I’ve ever trusted anyone else,” She says it like a confession, like she should be ashamed for feeling that way.

“I don’t think that’s odd,” Morrigan shrugged. “You’re around people like you, people you can relate to and get to know. It’s easy to feel safe with us in turn, causing your trust. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

Cassandra smiles at Morrigan.

Their food comes soon after and they talk the whole time. Morrigan gives her the rundown of how Rhys, Azriel and Cassian all knew one another. She explained more about their titles and what each one of them did as a member of the inner circle. She told her about so much that Cassandra could believe she’d spent her whole live knowing practically none of it.

When they go to a bookstore Cassandra looks at a few before putting them back. Morrigan grabs them and tells her they’ll teach her to read—that she’ll love these books and so many more.

And when they finally get back to the House of a Wind it’s late. She's exhausted from carrying around nearly overflowing tote bags and eating more muffins then she can count.

A top the house where they have to land they’re greeted by the three males. Their solemn faces wiping the smile off your face. She caught Azriel’s eyes, sees the look of pure death there—a look that she just knows means he wants to kill someone.

And just like that, her perfect day with Morrigan took a turn straight down hill.

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