#karma x fem reader

[i-just-like-goats]

Hi! Can I request Karma Akabane x female reader that's like Dazai? She's funny and likes teasing people, but she's secretly very cunning and manipulative and more intelligent than Karma. She's good at fighting, but she uses her brain and cunningness to defeat her opponent, and she proves to be a match against Nagisa. I hope you have a great day/night ❤

Hi anon! Yes I can, anything for my first husbando❤ sorry it took a while loll😅ahh you’re so sweet, hope your day/night is great as well!

Karma x Female Reader

Summary: where the class wants you two to date + in the ask.

Warnings: a brief fight scene. Use of those green rubber knives, tbf it's assassination classroom, so yeah

WC: 1.9k

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Part 2

"Hey Shiota, who's the redhead sleeping in the tree?"

"Hm? Oh that's Karma, I forgot that you haven't met him yet, but it makes sense. He skips class and you joined us very recently,"

"You're rambling. What are you waiting for? Let's go meet him,"

"We should complete the task that Mr Karasuma set us,"

"Fine, fine. Come on,"

You steadied your feet ready for Nagisa to charge. He did the exact opposite and instead walked to you. Your neck tingled.

"Wipe that creepy smile from your face," you teased.

Nagisa took advantage of your momentary distraction to jab the knife towards your torso. You smirked. Too predictable with his surprise attacks. It was the same as yesterday. You easily dodged his arm, grabbed his elbow and shoulder and pinned him down. He struggled under your grasp, but in vain. You lightly tapped the knife on his forehead.

"Your movements are too predictable." You smiled. "Now come on, Karma's the only one I haven't met and you're going to introduce us,"

"Why?" Nagisa rubbed his head, "With your personality, the two of you are bound to become friends quickly,"

"How so?"

"There are some aspects where you're exactly like him,"

"Yo Nagisa," Karma called.

He walked over to a cross legged Naagisa while you crouched next to Nagisa. Karma paused.

"Who's the girl?"

"Y/N L/N, a pleasure to meet you,"

"Karma Akabane. The pleasure's all mine,"

Nagisa sighed. Of course the two most dangerous people in his life would get along just fine.

The next morning, Karma actually participated in the lesson. It would be a lie if he said he wasn't intrigued by how you took down Nagisa. Sure Nagisa was the sweetest person that you would ever meet but that made him all the more dangerous. Underneath his cheerful exterior lay a serpent filled with bloodlust. Karma was slightly envious of Nagisa's natural assassin capabilities, so to see his somewhat rival beaten in a battle of wits, it certainly caught Karma's attention.

Once again, Nagisa lay on his back while you smiled.

"Hey L/N, you up for a challenge?"

"Sure,"

"Fight me,"

"Alright Akabane, let's go,"

The class stopped to stare. Two very capable fighters with very distinct fighting styles that almost always guaranteed their win, were going to fight? That was something they could not miss. Even Ms Jelavic stepped outside to see the cause of sudden silence.

"Please don't kill her Karma," Nagisa chided.

"You kidding? I'm going to come at her like I would with Koro sensei." His eyes met yours. "I suggest you do the same,"

"I wouldn't have it any other way,"

You lunged your knife forwards. He easily evaded, then swung his knife with his left hand towards your face. You grimaced, you wouldn’t be fast enough to dodge, so you tilted your head, opened your mouth wide and clamped down on the knife.

“What-”

You let go of the knife and kicked Karma’s abdomen, with enough strength to wind him. He stumbled backwards from the shock. You dropped to the floor and moved your leg to sweep him off his feet.

“Come on, that was futile. I know you can do better than that,”

“You may be right.” You smiled.

You threw your knife directly at Karma’s face. Karma’s eyes widened, he smirked. Creative, but a waste. Everyone gasped.

“But, it looks like I win,”

With a grin, you stood behind Karma with a knife held up to his throat.

“When did you?”

“I borrowed your knife. Sorry, but I noticed the extra knife in your pocket, so I used it without asking first,”

“That’s quite alright, nice observation. That was a fun fight,”

“Thank you, I enjoyed too,”

You lowered his knife from his throat and picked up the knife you threw.

“You’re fast, I didn’t even notice that you moved,”

“It comes with practice, but you’re fast yourself, you still dodged the knife I threw at a close range, but clearly not fast enough,”

Karma glared playfully at you as you gave finger guns in return.

“My students are such strong assassins! I’m so proud,” Koro sensei cried.

“It’s all thanks to the excellent teaching our top tier teachers are giving us,” you complimented with a smile.

“You’re too kind Y/N!”

Koro sensei hugged the two of you. 

“I’ve changed my mind, you are no longer a top tier teacher. Your teaching is inadequate,” you complained.

That only prompted Koro sensei to hug you even tighter. With furrowed eyebrows, you stared up at Koro sensei. Was there a reason why he was practically pressing you against Karma’s body?

“As much as I am fond of the two of you, this is a bit much isn’t it?” you said.

“Agreed,” 

Koro sensei giggled. How cute that confident Karma was blushing from being too close to you. Could he see a ship forming? Unable to handle being suffocated in your teacher’s arms, you push away, taking Karma with you by grabbing his forearm. He smiled gratefully, you threw a playful thumbs up in return.

The next morning, you were resting your head in your arms, not paying any attention to the class.

“Hey L/N.” Karma tapped your shoulder from the desk behind you.

You leaned your head back and looked curiously into his mischievous eyes.

“What do you say we skip next period?”

“Bit of a random offer,”

“It’ll be fun, I can tell you’re bored out of your mind sitting in this lesson,”

“Sure, I need a break,”

Before the start of the next period, you followed Karma to the tree where you first saw him.

“Oh? Are you trying to get me alone with you?” you teased.

“Yes,”

You stopped walking to stare at him.

“That was easy to get you to admit. I didn’t expect you to say that so bluntly,”

“You’re interesting, I want to get to know you some more,”

“Alright. You’re a bit mysterious yourself,”

He chuckled. You spent the rest of the school day just talking about anything and everything with Karma. Talking to him was so easy, the conversation flowed so smoothly, it was as though the two of you had known each other your entire lives.

You grabbed your bag from the classroom and walked down the mountain with Karma right by your side, still talking about whatever topic you could think of. Once you reached the school’s gates, you turned to Karma.

“I quite like you Karma,”

“The feeling’s mutual,”

"My, my, does the aloof Karma reciprocate my feelings?"

"Shut up, you make it sound like you just confessed and I accepted,"

"Well, 'like' can be interpreted in different ways. You decide which I meant. See you,"

You parted after that.

Days and weeks flew by, and each day, you found yourself growing closer and closer with Karma. Each week, you found something new to admire about Karma, such as this week, you found it adorable how he has a collection of spices at home.

Every day, Koro sensei stared at you two chatting together with a knowing smile. He would do whatever he could to let his ship sail. Fortunately, the rest of the class actually shared the same view as him on this matter.

It was so obvious to everyone that you and Karma were just a match made in heaven, the perfect couple if one of you finally decided to confess. So, Nagisa found himself in a class meeting excluding you and Karma during one of the lessons where you would both skip to spend time together. It was against his will.

“I don’t see why I need to be here,” he grumbled.

“Because Nagisa, you know the both of them the best, we need your insight,” Nakamura scolded.

Nagisa sighed at all of their outlandish plans. He was even included a couple of these plans, again against his will.

“I just don’t see why we have to interfere, can’t we just let them figure it out themselves? They’re both really smart,”

“They’re smart but not that kind of smart. Y/N may joke a lot about love but boy she is oblivious, and Karma is just too proud to admit that he actually feels something other than bloodlust,” Kayano snapped.

Nagisa shook his head. He could only imagine how Karma would react.

The next morning, Nakamura shoved Karma as he walked past her to get him to fall onto you. You stepped out of the way, allowing him to fall face first.

"You couldn't have helped me?" Karma grumbled almost incoherently.

"I know you could've easily caught yourself, but it seems that you can't. That or you wanted to fall onto me, you gremlin,"

"Whatever,"

You offered your hand and he begrudgingly accepted it. Nakamura frowned.

“Plan A didn’t work,” she whispered to Nagisa.

“I can see that. I’ve been standing next to you since you pushed Karma,”

It was time to enact Plan B. The class locked all the windows and doors of the classroom to trap the two inside alone together. An hour passed in bated silence. Nagisa tilted his head confused, why weren’t the two of you at least talking.

“We won’t let you guys out until you confess to each other!” Kayano announced to finally break the silence.

“Nufufu, no need to be shy my precious students, talking about your feelings is a healthy thing to do. I encourage you to do it more,”

“To do what more?”

Everyone slowly turned their heads towards you standing next to Karma. You and Karma stared at them expectantly. You chuckled at their mortified expressions.

“Any particular reason why the class is standing outside of the classroom?” You asked.

“It’s freaky,” Karma added.

“Someone let off a stink bomb inside the classroom so we decided to evacuate,” Nagisa said.

“Well it wasn’t me this time,” Karma said nonchalantly.

“This time? You mean it was you who pulled that prank last week!” Koro sensei exclaimed.

“Guilty.” Karma shrugged.

“This is exactly why I love you,”

“Thank you love,”

“What!” the class shouted in unison.

Your cheeky eyes met Karma’s own mischievous ones with a smirk.

“Were you guys trying to get us together with those weird actions?” you teased.

“Yes, they did,” Nagisa admitted.

“Well at least they’re together. I don't know what we would have done if Plan B didn’t work, since we didn’t plan for a third one,” Okuda said.

“You’re lucky that this idiot confessed to me while we were bunking today,”

“Only an idiot for you,” Karma replied.

The girls grabbed your arm to hear all of the details. They sat you down at your desk while they gathered in a circle around you. The boys sat scattered around the classroom feigning disinterest, but they were just as curious as the girls.

“Spill Y/N,” Fuwa demanded.

“Don’t spare any details,” Kurahashi added.

“Well, we went into the classroom, but no one was there, so we jumped out of the window and decided to bunk as usual,”

“Typical, you’re such bad influences to each other,” Kataoka scolded.

“Don’t interrupt!” Kayano snapped.

“We were talking like usual, but there was something bugging Karma so I asked, and he spontaneously told me his feelings. I was caught off guard, because I’ve never been in a situation like this. So I laughed,”

“That hurt,” Karma called from across the classroom.

You and the girls giggled.

“It was just so surreal. I was so nervous, we then just talked it out and now we’re together I guess,”

The girls squealed at the story.

“So cute!” they gushed.

Your eyes met Karma’s amidst the bombardment of questions from the girls. He smiled at you gratefully and you winked. Some things were best kept as secrets.

A/N: I will write the confession scene as an extra

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[consuming-karma]

FEEDING TIME.

buwan’s notes: oh my god I’m actually so scared to write about this AHAHA, like this is so scary to write bc some people might think it’s weird 😭 happy late Mother’s Day??….

episode summary: when Paul catches a glance at you breast-feeding, he can’t help but feel curious.

taglist: @britany1997

content warnings: NSFW. minors pls don’t interact. Lactation kink, sub-leaning switch!paul. (Would this count at PWP?). AFAB-bodied reader.

[paul x fem!reader.]

“Paul, what are you staring at?” You locked eyes with your blonde boyfriend as he shot you a strange look. his gaze was stuck on you, or rather.. your breasts.

you continued to feed your baby bat, sore and not up for any bullshit Paul might be planning in his head. Paul continued to ignore your question, still staring. If he stared any harder he’d have burned holes in your chest.

Paul’s gaze gently went over your chest’s features, a silk blanket covered the other side of your chests. Your baby was smooshed up to your boobs for easier access to your milk.

His eyes glanced up at your tired expression, obviously a little uncomfortable at the feeling of a baby on your nipples, and maybe the soreness of carrying so much milk and not knowing where to put it.

your baby had your nipple in her mouth as she had her fill of nutrients. Paul watched with intensity, his eyebrows furrowing.

You looked at Paul a bit more before shaking your head, as if to say that you’d rather not deal with his shenanigans.

It was obvious the blonde was curious and confused, was it that good? He just could feel his finger twitch anxiously as your baby finished feeding, her pouty lips falling off from your breasts as she dozed off in your arms.

You coo softly, pulling your nightgown over your breasts before slowly standing up from the bed to put your baby bat in her nursery.

Unfortunately, that meant that Paul would be left to his own thoughts.

Your feet ached as you walked to and from the nursery, holding your sore back as slouching from your breasts. You let out an uncomfortable sigh as you tried relieve some soreness by gently massaging the sensitive areas of your under-boob.

Paul was still at his original spot, it seemed like he hadn’t moved an inch from where you last saw him.

you finally had your break for the night, happily sitting back on you and your boys’ bed. Though, they rarely slept in it, more so using it for more…explicit deeds.

“Gonna tell me what’s on your mind, pretty boy? I’m not a vampire yet, you know.” You looked off at Paul, carefully bringing your swollen feet up on the bed as you awaited his reply.

“nothin’..” Paul shrugged, finally breaking his gaze from your seat to look down at his fingers, chipping at his black nail polish.

You sighed, leaning your head back against the headboard. Your gaze looked around, the silence of the room making you feel uncomfortable.

“Alright, tell me, you’ve got me curious.”

Paul bit the inside of his cheek before walking up to you, sitting by the edge of the bed. “Don’t think I’m weird, babe, but I really want to try your milk..” A silence leaves the both of you, the cave felt cold and you had stopped massaging your sore chest.

“You want to what?” You shot him a confused look, wanting him to clarify what he had asked. “You know, your tits..you always say they’re sore from carrying..” Paul sat closer to you, obviously trying to convince you to let him drink from your breasts.

“Paulie, why do you wanna do that?” You were surprised at his suggestion, feeling his weight move next to you, Paul gently wrapped his arms around your stomach.

“You’re always saying how you’re sore and it always feels heavy, wanna see if I can help you..” Paul looked up at you with his pretty blues, looking like a little puppy asking for a treat.

You couldn’t help but feel your heart melt at Paul’s pretty pout, looking up at you with such gusto. “I guess..I can let you, since you’re asking so nicely.” Paul seemed to perk up at your words, looking at you with a bright smile.

You let Paul position you the way he wanted, his hands lifted you onto his lap. You squirmed in his arms, trying to get comfortable.

You felt Paul’s hands place themselves on your thighs before they moved up, slipping under your nightgown.

“Calm down, Paulie. I’m not going anywhere.” You whispered, caressing his cheek with your palm, your lips meeting his for a quick second before pulling away, your heart palpitating in your chest.

Paul grinned excitedly, as you wrapped your arms around his neck, his hands happily explored under your nightgown. The pads of his fingers gently tapped against your waist, then again in the middle of your chest.

Paul felt himself get shivers up his spine from hearing your fastened heartbeat, he knew he was touching the right places to rile your pretty self up.

You let out a few soft sighs as Paul’s cold hands felt amazing to your sore breasts. You felt his hand finally cup your breasts and swipe his thumb over your nipple, making you flutter your eyes closed at the relaxing feeling.

Paul closed his eyes for a minute just to feel in your presence, he was amazed at how gorgeous you were.

His eyes looked up at you with adoration for his girlfriend, his smile widening by the second. “Can’t wait to have you in my mouth, mamas..” he quietly mumbled, his hands leaving your hot body for a little while.

You seemed annoyed at the lack of contact, watching Paul impatiently as he pulled off his leather jacket, the various jewelry and chains clinking against each other.

“Hurry up..” you mumbled, getting antsier by the minute. Paul chuckled, looking at you with a smug grin. “And here I thought I was the needy one..” He mused, his fingertips pinching the silk nightgown you wore.

You rolled your eyes before starting to move off his lap, done with Paul’s teasing. “Babe, no! M’sorry! I’ll be good.” Paul instantly turned to begging you, feeling your weight slowly leave his lap.

“Won’t joke around n‘more..” his lidded eyes looked up at you with a pout, upset at you for even moving a few inches off his lap.

You smirked, returning Paul’s smug grin. “That’s what I thought, now pull this off me, pretty boy.” You cooed, raising your arms up for easier removal of your nightgown.

You stopped moving as Paul hastily pulled at the garment, going over your head and onto the floor, your breasts were in full display and Paul couldn’t help but feel his loins stir.

“Fuck babe, I forgot you had such gorgeous girls.” He snickered, his hands instantly cupping both of your tits into his rough hands, his hands felt cold and soothed your soreness immensely, making you moan softly in content.

Paul could feel his mouth salivating at just seeing your breasts in his hands. If he wasn’t a vampire, he’d cower in his bashfulness at the fact that he was basically drooling over your tits.

His hands gently massaged them, almost juggling the two mounds in a pattern. A hum left your lips, letting Paul take his time with your tits.

Paul was enamoured with the two weights in his hands as you felt so warm to him, a perfect match. Hot to Cold, body to body. He continued to massage your breasts, watching your eyelashes flutter and your eyes close in pure relief.

His face happily digged itself into your neck, placing soft kisses from your collarbone and made a path up behind your ear. His lips retreated back to the nook in your neck, licking a long stripe before his fangs gently grazed the skin, making a scratch at most.

Paul felt his eyes close in pure ecstasy in smelling his girlfriend’s sweet blood, his body seemed to twitch excited, so excited that he accidentally squeezed your breasts.

He wasn’t guilty about it though, because suddenly, a liquid ran down his hands, sticky and white. “Mamas…you’re dripping..” He joked, one of his hands leaving your breast as you looked off in embarrassment, Paul’s long tongue made an appearance as he lifted his wet arm up to his lips.

You hit him in the thigh, scoffing at his joke before you realized what he was doing.

His long tongue followed the droplets of milk that made paths on his arm, the sweet nectar spreading across his taste buds as he sucked every last bit of it from his arms.

Your lips opened to say something but nothing seemed to come out, feeling your throat dry at Paul’s dirty display.

You watched with a heated face as Paul hungrily licked every evidence of the liquid on his arms before he growled, looking at you with a hungry look.

Paul pulled your face to meet his, his thick hands gripping the back of your head with needy strength. his teeth clashed with yours as you tasted the bittersweet flavour from his tongue.

you decided to give him some relief, slowly grinding down on his lap, feeling his clothed cock harden under you. His groaned into the kiss, a growl resounding once again.

“Oh baby, now I need to get a taste..” He grunted, his lips latching onto your nipples in record speed as you gasped at the sudden contact.

You jumped from his cold lips making contact with your breasts, your grip tightening around his neck as Paul felt his eyes flutter at feeling you in his mouth.

His tongue flicked over your buds, as a reaction your legs unwillingly squeezed his lap squealing at the cold temperature Paul’s mouth emitted. Your arms made quick work to wrap themselves around his neck, his arms doing the same to your waist.

You couldn’t hold your moans as you felt your milk being sucked out by Paul, unwilling to stop, his lips continued to latch onto your nipples, making the area around it red as his grip seemed to tighten around your waist.

His free hand continued to massage the breast he didn’t suck on, your breastmilk dripping down his arms. You should’ve known this would happen, Paul loved to play with his food, and he was a messy eater.

Paul happily enjoyed the fact that you filled his mouth so, gulping with unstoppable thirst. His hips started to buck, gaining pleasure from drinking you dry in other ways, he’d never thought he’d get to drain you besides your blood.

“Baby, you’ve got me going crazy,” Paul detached from your tits to look up at you once again, his eyes glimmering with want and lust after you, his gorgeous girl.

“I wanna drink from your pretty tits every time I get thirsty, over and over again..” Paul mumbled against your skin, his lips grazing over your chest, obviously enamoured by the way you taste, god he’d never tasted something so delicious before. It’s as if his young vampire years had reawakened, the need to drink strong.

“Paul…careful..” you warned your blonde boyfriend, feeling his fangs against your chest, almost scratching and making a mark on you. “Sorry.. you just taste so good..” he whined, digging his head into the middle of your chest, enjoying the warmth your tits generated.

Paul kissed up your cleavage, he couldn’t help himself with sucking hickeys in the middle of your tits, hoping that one of the other boys gets a go at you so that they could see his artwork on your body.

His thick hands moved to your thighs, his cold palms being heated by your thick thighs. Paul continued to make his marks, his sharp fangs giving you a sense of rush as it felt cold to the touch.

His fingers tapped against your thick mounds before the moved towards your inner thigh, his thumb swiping rhythmic patterns to calm you down as he inches towards your cunt.

Being a vampire has its pros, one of them being a good sense of smell. Paul could smell your sweet pussy from under your shorts and your underwear, he could feel himself almost cum from just smelling you.

“Paul—..” you called out for him, knowing he could smell your arousal from this proximity, you held your breath, waiting for him to make a move.

He growled at your call, only opting to push his finger into your shorts, making a small ripple. His long fingernails managed to make a hole big enough for his fingers to come through, ripping it slowly.

His display of pure carnal thirst made you even wetter than before, your hormones were everywhere even though it had been a few months since your baby was born. A desperate, breathy whine left your lips, almost begging Paul to do something.

Your blonde boyfriend moved too slow for your liking, you were in your ripped shorts, only your panties shielded your pussy from the monster who held you in his grasps.

One of his hands wrapped around your waist as he pulled you close to his face once again, his lips stationed instantly on one of your buds, returning to drinking the sweet liquid that left your breasts.

His fingers moved with precision, hooking them into your underwear with little to no trouble. Paul didn’t bother to give your clothes any mercy as he only ripped your panties off in a few seconds.

A jump leaves your body, both at Paul’s tongue and the sudden bareness you felt down under. Your eyes were lidded, unable to get a grip on reality as the buzzing feeling in your stomach grew at the sight of Paul enjoying his meal.

You could see the glint of yellow in Paul’s irises, his vampiric side starting to show. The blonde slowly caressed your inner thighs, your warmth enjoyed by Paul.

He continued to drink from your breasts, his mouth filled up fast with your milk and he had to be gulping every few seconds to keep up with how fast the sweet liquid came out.

Paul looked up at you, his eyes locking onto yours. You were met with the pretty sight of Paul’s messy display. Milk dribbled from the sides of his lips, making streams down his jaw. His free arm had been massaging your other breast, your milk tainting it as well.

It was completely nasty, and Paul knew it, his dick was rock-hard and needed to be released from his jeans, he felt like he could just cum from drinking you. His eyes seemed to roll back, trying to remember the way you taste.

he inadvertently groaned, the buzzing sending waves of pleasure up to your head as you whined, your hands no longer stationed around his arms but propped up to tangle themselves into the blonde’s locks.

Paul’s other arm finally stopped rubbing circles into your inner thigh, inching closer to your cunt where it glistened with lust and need. He pulled back from your nipple, licking his lip for any residue on his lips of you.

“Baby, I can just cum from seeing you like this.” He mumbled, his thumb grazing your clit as your hands gripped his hair tighter in reaction. “I can’t be the only one having fun, right mama?” He spoke into your skin, his lips placing kisses onto your shoulder.

Your eyes closed as Paul’s thumb rubbed your clit in a circular motion, a gasp leaving your lips as unwillingly pushed against Paul’s hand.

He grinned at your reaction, stopping his action and using his thumb to spread your cunt open, it glistened in the natural light of one of the many barrel fires in the cave.

“Fuck. You’d let me get a taste at this pretty pussy, too, won’t you?” He asked, although he already knew the answer. You nodded, desperate for him to do something. “Yes, yes Paul, just, please..” you uttered a breathy complaint, wanting your boyfriend to just do something.

“It’s okay pretty, I’ve got you.” He cooed, he used two of his digits to dig into your cunt, instantly surrounding his cold fingers with warmth. You squeezed your eyes shut at the feeling of coldness in you.

Paul was amused at your expression, slowly pushing his fingers into you, trying to remember every feeling of you. His grin widened, allowing himself to return to your neglected nipple, eager to finish his meal.

a sound of squelching was heard in the alcove, breathy whines and groans accompanied it, Paul was sure the other boys would’ve heard it.

Paul was on a high, the way you tightened around his fingers and how your milk continued to spill no matter how long he sucked was too much; he could feel himself twitch in his jeans.

He was sure you could feel him too. More focused on your release, the pads of his fingers searched for a particular spot inside of you, almost scissoring his digits, making you moan. You digged your fingers into his hair, your other hand sliding down to give yourself a grip onto Paul’s shoulder.

Your fingernails made crescent marks on his shoulder, too immersed in the pleasure your blonde boyfriend gave you.

He hummed at you, the sound adding to the pleasure of your pussy being fingered well. His fingers fastened their pace; trying to get you to your release. Your moans heightened in pitch, feeling the coil in your stomach start to tighten.

Your pussy seemed get more and more sensitive the more Paul dug into it. His palms connected with your clit, adding more to the bliss that ran through your whole body.

Paul could feel how wet you had gotten in his hand, it dripped down to his pants, making a patch of your essence right under you, he didn’t care though, he cared that he could make you scream out by the end of it all.

“Are you close, honey? Just say the word, I can give it to you.” He ushered quietly; Paul looked to you for a go. You nodded desperately, “yes, yes paulie!” You whined, starting to grind your hips into his fingers to get you closer so you could cum.

A squeal left your lips; Paul had fastened his pace. The squelching your cunt made became intense, it was loud enough the rest of the guys should’ve heard what you two have been doing by now.

The coil in your stomach tightened second by second, the overwhelming feeling of Paul’s tongue flicking against your nipple, your moans pitched up, along with your high. Your pussy tightened against his fingers.

Paul had long ago switched to your other breast, drinking the remaining milk left in your boobs, his free hand no longer massaged by held you by the waist.

Everything seemed too much, the overstimulating sensation of Paul being everywhere in your body, the way Paul’s clothed cock poked through his pants and you could feel it on your ass, you were desperate to just ride him.

Your eyes rolled back at the feeling of Paul’s lips and fingers stimulating you to a high you could’ve never reached yourself.

You seemed to grip Paul’s head tightly to your breasts as the coil in your stomach finally snapped, your high reaching so high you could see white spots in your vision. You squeezed your eyes tight, your thighs shaking; you gushed around Paul’s fingers as a long moan left your lips.

Paul stopped latching onto your nipple, pulling away with only a string of saliva connecting the two of you. Paul looked at you once again, a huge small on his face, his pearly fangs clearly showing.

“Enjoyed it mama? Don’t feel sore n’more?” Paul asked, placing his chin in between your cleavage, his pretty blues looking at your features, trying to decipher what you thought.

You nodded at his question, your hands gently petting Paul’s lion mane as both of you huffed at the tiring thrill you both just had.

“That was…amazing, honey.” You mumbled tiredly, a small dopey smile on your face. Paul nodded eagerly, as if to say ‘that’s good.’ He returned back to your nipple, ready to latch on once again.

Your dopey smile turned to confusion, stopping your blonde boyfriend seconds before he could bring your nipple into his mouth once again, “Paulie, haven’t you drank enough?” You asked curiously, placing your hand on his cheek to tilt his head up.

He only excitedly grinned, “I want more, mamas, I always want more.” He replied, before continuing his mission of sucking your breasts dry.

“Paulie, wait! You need to save some for the baby—“ you giggled, trying to pull the blonde away before he grabbed both of your arms with his hands, you gasped at his sudden change in demeanour, more demanding and serious.

“Mama, I know you can make more.” He warned, you and Paul knew better than to test a vampire’s want and thirst. His eyes lidded, but you could tell that his eyes swirled with yellow, you knew it wasn’t going to take any longer until he let his vampire take over.

“You’ll make more milk, won’t you? For me and our baby?”

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[done-with-the-shit]

Lots of love~

Karma Akabane x Reader

Anime: Assassination Classroom

Characters: Karma Akabane

Note: GN!Reader

You sat quietly on the porch of Karma's house. You'd tried knocking on the door, but no one answered. You'd also tried texting Karma to ask where he was, but so far you'd received no reply.

'Where is he?' you wondered.

Earlier that day Karma had called you and invited you over to cuddle and watch movies.

"I've got snacks, blankets, and some of the most horrific movies I could find!" Karma had said.

"A horror movie marathon?" You had smiled at the suggestion, "We haven't had one of those in ages!"

"Yep, it's been too long." Karma had agreed, "Meet me at my house at 4:45 this afternoon. sound good?"

You had agreed to the plan enthusiastically, but now it was past 5:00 pm and Karma had yet to arrive.

'He... He probably had to go to the store or something before we met up and he's on his way back now!' you tried to reason to yourself.

But as more and more time passed, the you became more and more worried abour where your boyfriend could be.

You checked the time on your phone. 'It's almost 5:25 and he still hasn't replied. Maybe I should see if I can find him. But where should I look? I don't know where he is.. Maybe I should just head home? But what if Karma is hurt? Or, what if..'

You paused as a thought came to your mind. 'What if he isn't hurt or on his way back at all? What if Karma wasn't responding to me for a different reason..?'

"What if.. he just doesn't want to see me?" you said quietly as you looked at the ground.

You shook your head, trying to forget about that thought. Even though you and Karma were dating, your self-consciousness still affected you when you thought about your relationship with the confident redhead. You still found it hard to believe that someone as amazing as Karma would be interested in being friends with someone like you, let alone date them.

'No, no I shouldn't think about that!' you internally scolded yourself, 'Why would Karma invite me over today if he didn't want to see me..? If he changed his mind about this movie night he would have told me wouldn't he? He wouldn't just leave me on his porch until I got tired of waiting and left.. Right?'

You shook your head, 'No, of course that's right? He's just running late is all. I don't know where he would have needed to go before our meet up, but he's late coming back from there...'

You frowned as you contemplated whether it would be better to continue waiting for your boyfriend to arrive or to go home. It was late autumn so the sun would be setting soon and it was dangerous to stay out after sunset. Not to mention Karma still hadn't answered your texts...

'I think I should go home..' you decided, standing up off of the porch steps. 'I should text Karma and let him know I'm leaving! Actually, if he hasn't seen my texts by now he probably won't see them if I send another... I think I have my notebook with me, maybe I can leave a note instead? We'll just have to meet up again some other ti-'

"N/n?"

You were reaching for your pocket to grab your notebook when the sound of your nickname being spoken made you freeze. But the only person who called you that was...

"Karma?"

You looked up and sure enough, Karma was standing a few feet away on the pathway leading to the front porch. In an instant you smiled and ran over to greet your boyfriend.

"Hey Karma! What took you so...?" you trailed off as you realized something as Karma didn't seem to notice as he started talking, "Yeah, sorry for the wait. I ran into a bit of.. trouble on the way home." Karma explained.

You fell silent as you looked Karma over. He seemed normal for the most part, but you couldn't help feeling like something about him was... Off. Then you saw a small cut on the side of Karma's face, almost hidden by his hair.

Your eyes widened. "You're hurt!"

"Oh, it's nothing," Karma shrugged, surprised that you noticed so quickly.

"It is not nothing!" you argued, taking Karma's hand in yours, "Come on, let's go inside and I'll get you a bandage."

Karma wanted to assure you that he was fine, but he was too startled by his lover's insistence to do anything except hand you his house key. You took the key and led Karma inside by the hand, sitting him on the couch before running to the bathroom to search for a first aid kit. You returned a minute or so later with the kit and sat down next to Karma, but before you could do anything else Karma spoke "Y/N.. I appreciate your concern, but I'm fi-"

"No you aren't, you're bleeding!" you argued as you carefully moved Karma's hair away from the cut. "Now hold still."

Karma sighed a bit and held still while you pulled a bandage out of the first aid kit and put it over the cut. Once you'd put the bandage on, Karma moved back with a wince. You frowned, more worried than ever, "Karma, where else are you hurt?"

"Nowhere." he tried to argue.

You frowned, clearly unconvinced. The redhead looked away without saying anything. You only became more worried when your boyfriend wouldn't tell where he was hurt. You put a hand on Karma's shoulder as the taller male winced again.

"Karma, will you please tell me where you're hurt?" you asked.

Karma frowned, but turned toward you and pointed to his chest. Somewhat hesitantly, you reached over and unbuttoned Karma's shirt. The red haired teen looked away as you removed his shirt.

As you finished unbuttoning his shirt you gasp.. There were already bruises beginning to form on Karma's chest and stomach as well as on his right shoulder. The male with amber eyes noticed his lover's shock and tried to laugh his injuries off.

"See? I'm fine. Ha ha! Ow. "Karma trailed off with a slight wince.

You grabbed Karma's upper arms trying to avoid his injured shoulder and glared at him. "Why weren't you going to tell me about this?"

The redhead frowned again and looked at you quietly. You just sighed and got to work fixing up Karma's torso.

"Did you get into a fight on the way home?" you asked as you took care of the worst forming bruises.

Karma nodded, "Yeah, I-Ow!"

"Sorry." you apologized, "Please continue."

There wasn't much you could do about the bruises other than clean the area and wrap Karma's chest with bandages. You knew keeping ice on the bruises could also help, but you didn't have an ice pack on hand. So for the moment you just did the best you could to treat the injuries while Karma began his story.

"I decided to stop by the store to pick up some snacks for us before you came over, but on my way back a kid in B-Class stopped me. As it turns out, he was a friend of an A-Class kid I beat up a while ago and he wanted revenge... I figured I could beat him pretty easily so I decided to humor him, maybe let him get a few good hits in on me if I was feeling nice! Thing is, the bastard didn't tell me he'd brought some friends with him.." Karma paused for a moment before he continued with a sigh, "He led me into an alley far enough off of the main road for no one to see us and four other people our age jumped me. I fought them off... but not before they could pull their punches, as you can see!"

You nodded, "I see.. That explains the bruising, but what about the cut on your face?"

"Oh, one of them had a knife.", Karma said.

"What?!"

"Ow! Geez, be carefull!"

You frowned. "I'm sorry, but you shouldn't be so calm about that. You could've lost an eye or something!"

"Sorry mom," Karma teased.

You laughed softly, "I guess I do sound like a parent, but I'm being serious! If one of them brought a knife, chances are they weren't just planning to rough you up."

"Are you suggesting they were trying to kill me?"

"It's possible.." you grabbed the bandage wrap and began wrapping it around the bruised areas. "You need to be careful about stuff like that. You're definitely a good fighter.. but you should be more aware of your health before and after fights! I don't know what I'd do if anything bad happened to you.."

You were so focused on finishing treating Karma's wounds that you didn't notice that Karma had gone silent until you were done. You put Karma's shirt back on and rebuttoned it while you gave your boyfriend a concerned look. "Karma, are you okay?"

Karma smiled, "You really care about me, don't you?"

You nodded slightly confused by the sudden question, "Of course I care about you! I love you."

Karma's face turned light pink, but still he smiled and pulled you into a hug.

You were still confused, but you hugged him back anyway, "Karma?"

"Sorry for the sudden hug. It's just... It's been a while since anyone cares about me this much. I'm not sure what to do or say.."

You smiled and moved back enough to see Karma without ending the hug. "You don't have to say anything Karma. But if you want to say something, just say you love me." Karma looked down at you, meeting your eyes and smiling softly. "Y/N, I love you!"

Those simple yet heartfelt words resonated with you and the only way you could think to repay your boyfriend was with a kiss.

When the kiss ended, the two of you cuddled up to each other on the couch, you were careful not to put any pressure on the bruises as you rested your head on Karma's left shoulder, while Karma put his arm around you squeezing you.

"Let's watch those movies later." Karma suggested.

You nodded in agreement, snuggling against your lover while being careful not to injure him further.

'I think I'm starting to understand..' you thought as you gazed up at your boyfriend, 'I'm new to relationships like this so most of the time I'm not sure what to do, but.. I think I need to take my time and let Karma know how much I care about him!'

Meanehile the redhead rested against you comfortably, "Y/N, you're really something special!" you smiled up at Karma. "I know."

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[humanpurposes]

Karma is a God, Chapter 15: The Lakeshore

The Dance of the Dragons begins on a lie, and Aemond owes a debt, one Lucerra will see repaid in Fire and Blood // Main Masterlist

Aemond x Lucerra Velaryon (fem!Lucerys)

Warnings for this chapter: 18+, spoilers for F&B and future seasons of HotD, canon divergence, descriptions of violence, angst, mentions of death and war

A/n: We're back after five whole months!! I've been deep in the brainrot for this fic recently, and I'm so happy I've come back to it. I've had this series planned out since December 2022 and I'm really excited to see it through.

Also, psa I guess, this series is no longer going to be updated on Tumblr, all future chapters will be posted on AO3.

I do want to say thank you to everyone who's shown this fic some love on here, it makes me so happy seeing it come up in my notifs, I can't wait for you all to continue reading it :)❤️

Full Chapter on AO3

The voice in Luke’s head whispers again. Blood.

It is everywhere, in the colour of the sky, in the clouds and the setting sun. It’s in the water, spilled from the bodies of two dead dragons. Watery red waves ripple over the lakeshore, rushing over her boots, running back to the lake and seeping through the pebbles into the earth.

Aemond is covered in it. He is on his knees before her, an arrow lodged in the shoulder of his sword arm, his riding leathers sodden, his silver hair soaked and stained pink. She wonders if he can taste it, the blood of Caraxes and Vhagar on his tongue.

Even when she takes up Dark Sister and places its point to his throat, he is staring at her with the intent of a hunter. His seeing eye is wide, his eyepatch washed away and his sapphire almost black in the absence of light. The scar that frames it, the scar carved by her hand, is inflamed, furious and red.

The last time she had seen it, he was holding a knife against her cheek, demanding retribution, seeking payment for her debt.

It seems like another lifetime ago, before Arrax, before Shipbreaker Bay, before she had clawed her way through endless, agonising pain to find her way to Jace, before she had buried two of her siblings, when Rhaenyra was her mother and not her Queen. 

The sword– Daemon’s sword, feels wrong in her hand, but then it should not be hers to have.

“Remember all he has taken from you,” her step-father had said. 

And she does. She remembers it all.

Aemond’s arrogance to not weep and grovel and beg for his life, after everything, is an insult. 

She had never felt so sure of herself, so determined that she knew what path the Gods had mapped for her. Aemond would not have a noble death or the burial rites of their family. He would be lost to the lake with an arrow pierced through his black heart, remembered as a traitor and a kinslayer. She would be his end. It was only right.

Daemon had trusted her, handed her the bow she would use to kill him, told her to stay hidden amongst the trees and wait for the right moment to strike.

In the blur of battle, as night engulfed the sky and poisoned the air with its cold, she had missed her mark. She knew it the moment the arrow left the bow that it would not be enough to kill him.

The danger in that was Vhagar. The dragon howled in fury and surged towards her atop Grey Ghost. Aemond had his chance then. He could have finished what he began at Storm’s End, claimed her life, seen his debt fulfilled.

Then Vhagar had steered away.

It was hard to see what became of them in the final struggle. The dragons were a single mass of bloody flesh, joined with teeth and talons. Daemon leapt from his saddle, sword in hand. She might have screamed, either way it would have gone unheard.

Aemond must have realised what was happening when he started to fuss with his chains. He released himself and then they were falling.

Aemond and Daemon were lost to darkness but Vhagar and Caraxes plunged into the God’s Eye with a colossal splash that reached so high it appeared to match the height of Harrenhal itself.

She was standing on the lakeshore before she found herself in the mind of her dragon.

She watched through Grey Ghost’s eyes as he flew towards the lake and dived beneath the surface of the water. In that void his claws curled around a body.

She was standing on the shore again, inside her own mind again, waiting for Grey Ghost to deliver what– who he had found.

Grey Ghost set the body down. He may have had stained silver hair and Dark Sister clutched in his hand, but she knew right away it wasn’t her step-father. There was still life in him– in Aemond.

What will her mother think now?

She feels Aemond swallow against the blade, the movement of his throat piercing his skin. A droplet of blood trails down his neck, below his collar. 

She knows what she has to do– what she should do: push forwards, watch him choke on blood and steel. 

He draws his tongue between his lips. His voice is almost a whisper, thick and strained. “Please.”

Her hold on the hilt falters. Perhaps she should feel some semblance of pride, now that she has him at her mercy, breathless and broken. 

“Please.”

She watches the blood trail from the small cut she has made in his neck. She imagines it spraying from a larger wound, coating Dark Sister, seeping through his teeth and his lips.

“You can beg better than that, surely,” she says...

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[hauskate]

would u ever write sub!karma… i mean like karma lets reader dominate him “just this once” and he’s a whiny, babbling mess and he’s just pussydrunk

Just This Once [ Karma Akabane x Fem!Reader ]

Pairings: Karma Akabane, Implied Female Reader

Description: In the question.

TW: 18+ content, language, bondage, body worship, pet names/use of "good boy", praise kink, sub karma, dom reader, oral (m receiving), orgasm denial if you squint, no mention of condoms (wrap it before you tap it), both of you are so damn loud, unedited oops

Word Count: 500ish

Usually, Karma would never let you dominate him- but tonight he claimed he was feeling “generous.”

Your gentle kitten licks to his tip were already driving him insane, let alone keeping his hips down as you did so. His hands were restricted from forcing you down on him given the restraints tying him to the bed. He was utterly helpless, coerced into letting you do whatever the hell you wanted to. 

“Not such a hot shot now, hm?” You teased. 

His only reply was a whine when you wrapped a hand around his thick length. You giggled, sending vibrations that made him a whimpering mess.

“P-Please-”

“Please what, darling? Use your words.”

You knew he wouldn’t last much longer after all of the teasing you’d put him through earlier, but this was entertaining. 

“Need- need your mouth. Please please please…”

“Good boy~” Keeping one hand firmly on his hip and your eyes on his, you let your mouth slide down his cock. Just the sounds he was making was enough to spur you on, and soon you decided to take all of him this time. 

The feeling of his tip hitting the back of your throat made him try to rut into you, but you made sure to keep him down. 

“Ah ah ah.. Be good for me and I’ll let you cum..”

It wasn’t long after you started moving that his breathing picked up even faster. You felt his stomach start to tighten, just moments away from his high. But you wouldn’t let him just yet.

Just as he started to beg again, you released his hips and positioned him below you. His eyes widened at the sight of you, pulling at the restraints like a lifeline.  

“F-fuck you’re so hot…” He muttered.

“And you’re so good for me~” You reply, grazing his tip back and forth against your slit. He moaned loudly, making you cover his mouth. “Shhh, it’s okay. Be quiet and you’ll get all of me…”

He tried his best, he really did, but it clearly wasn’t working. His whimpers and cries were coming through your hand, and you couldn’t help but smirk at how cute he was. 

Sinking down onto him, both of you moaned as he writhed against you. 

“H-holy shit you’re so good… So good, please keep going. I need you so badly…” His babbling wouldn’t stop, picking up as you moved your hips against his. 

“You’re so good for me, baby- such a good boy.”

You were at your breaking point, too, pulling at his red strands as you let him rut up into you. It wasn’t long until you came together,  the sound of skin against skin and loud moans echoing through the room. 

Once you had a moment to calm down, your hands reached for his restraints and he wrapped his arms around you, flipping both of you over and giving you a light kiss. 

“Y-you know…” He started, panting. “I might just have to let you do that again sometime.”

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I am so so so sorry this took so long.. Writer's block has been hitting me hard TT

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[jahayla-parker]

Karma : Kaz Brekker x Reader

(Some/mention of former Reader x Darkling)

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Description: Y/n suffered at the hands of the Darkling years before but her karma was now on her side. Whereas, the Darkling couldn’t say the same about his karma; especially when Kaz learns of his presence upon him nearing Kaz’s girlfriend, y/n once again. Hurt-comfort, Protective!Kaz, Exes-turned-enemies, angst, fluff, etc. Somewhat set to tone of (&/or connected to) Karma by Taylor Swift, but it goes beyond that.

Warnings: Typical SoC, S&B/SAB, and Grishaverse triggers and warnings, mentions and descriptions of violence, abuse and physical harm, stalking/tracking/hunting down people, the Darkling and his shadow army and other character related topics, lying, threats, fear and flashbacks (and other trauma related things), betrayal, themes related to topics and notions mentioned in Karma by Taylor Swift, weapons, protectiveness, emotions, a few curse words, and related warnings.

Release Schedule is TBD

I’m in the rewriting, editing, and revision stage currently, so I’ll update the schedule soon)

I’m planning to release a minimum of the following number of parts, but there might end up being more once my rewriting, editing, and revision stage is done!

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Part 7

Part 8

Part 9 TBD

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[saturncodedstarlette]

Captain Price, after learnt that they teamed up with Makarov :

Captain Price, bleeding out on the ground after being defeated :

Captain Price : ……This is generally the part where people apologise.

Y/N, came out victorious :

Y/N, look down at him : I know.

Captain Price, looks at them in the eyes : Then why haven’t you said anything?

Y/N, face devoid of any emotions : Because I’m not sorry.

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[tangyangie]

HI!!!! Ur writings r literally the cutest it makes me cry omg, could u write karma with a very versatile social chameleon fem! s/o who is highly feminine and intellectually and emotionally mature yet exudes an energy and a sense of humor deemed as more “guy like” (get it because women can’t be funny or autistic so I just can’t possibly be a woman) and though all of e class really understood each other, there was still ofc a mild difference in the social habits of not only groups but between genders bc gender norms and generalization yeah? But instead of having a specific group that they exclusively talk to because of similar social behaviors, she prefers to weave into the situations and actually project the manner of others- so like she’s very feminine presenting and witty yet also is like a dumb high school boy. Like she could be decked out in a whole gyaru look and- think of a disney channel movie bully moment- be approached by someone and clap back with the most precise and hilariously dumbfounding response, like it’s perfectly catered to the energy the person gives off in order to deliver a blow that actually gets across and hurts ! Basically a very unexpected obscure mixture of a person that isn’t afraid of getting a joke across, even if that means wearing a mustache made from mascara and a fishing shirt to truly stand for what our country stands for🇺🇸🦅make the green m&m sexy again america

𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 🌀

desc. karma x fem!unexpected!reader!!

notes. i'm not gonna lie that was really hard to summarize but tysm for the compliment and req!!! this was so fun to write and i could tell as soon as i saw this request

also i assume this is headcanons so please tell me if that's not what you had in mind!!!

you are karma's favorite person ever.

you're smart and you're funny. it's like he's found his twin flame. except she's 100x more intense.

it's almost as if you adapt to the person you're talking to as well. he just thinks you're so interesting.

one second, you're making dirty jokes with rio—and the next, you're talking with nagisa calmly about ways to kill korosensei.

you're decked out in a long, flowy dress and screeching like an eagle, flapping your arms.

and don't get him started on how much he loves your reaction to class A.

one of them begins berating a classmates for being in class E? you're over there coming up with the most creative insults ever. combinations you didn't think were possible.

karma lives to see the look on their faces after you've delivered their personally catered insult. they're actually dumbfounded.

you're constantly the center of attention together. you're going on about why birds are actually government drones and karma's starting to throw birds into the room to try and kill korosensei.

you adapt to your surroundings. god knows how many different jokes you have with different people because of this.

you play fighting games on the whiteboard with the rest of your classmates. your character is an umbrella and you have a rain buff??

it's impossible to count how many times you've used an american country accent and gone on about how much you love women and fishing.

— "LONG LIVE BASS PRO SHOPS"

it's been at least a few months since you've been dating karma. he's still figuring you out.

you both are rubbing off on each other. now karma's calling people ingrown toenails, and you tease him because he stole that from you.

the big 5 of class A still never leave you guys alone.

teppei's pushing his tests in your guys' faces with a smug look. you push your glasses (imaginary or not) up your face and sniff, mocking him.

"actually," you sniffle. "according to my calculations, you've got as less rizz than an easy-bake oven. go get some girls and then we'll see how envious we are." you say, with a wink.

the rest of the class is laughing their asses off while teppei's got the most flabbergasted look on his face that's possible. wide eyes and eyebrows to the sky, he drops the paper and runs way crying.

you make a remark about how you love making america great again by making boys cry.

the rest of the class doesn't know how to label you. you fit in with everyone.

yet, you've also got a very distinct personality. you also make references to the weirdest things, like a specific game that got really popular in 2020, especially among middle school boys...

but, they love you nonetheless. even though sometimes, you make jokes that would send you to class ZZZ.

notes: assuming i understood what you meant correctly, i have like 10 friends like this. perhaps some of these are based of of them... (you know who you are ��)

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[the-library-of-forgotten-endings]

After reading the 'Karma x Gakshuu reader' I'm genuinely curious what if the roles were reversed? Amano Gakshuu x Akabane Reader?

Hm, I think I'll answer this ask in a sort of headcanony way, if you don't mind...

Reader pronouns used: they/them

I think a lot of what was key to the original story was the whole 'opposites attract' trope as well as the 'enemies to lovers' theme, and I don't see that changing here.

However, due to Gakushuu being the focus love interest here, I would personally set the whole story in his natural habitat: the Main Campus.

Reader would be a student from E-class, and they would rise up the ranks to join A-class. I don't think most E-class students would want to leave willingly, but I doubt Reader's parents would force them to go, since they didn't seem to care when Karma dropped down.

Therefore, I would have the Principal himself pressure Reader into going to A-class... possibly because they're a great asset to the system due to their high intelligence and talent, and so he wouldn't want to let go of such an asset.

Additionally, I think it would be also a good idea if the Principal wanted to make Reader go to A-class so he can control them. Why? Because reader is stirring up a rebellion. They're talking to their D-class friends who haven't cut Reader off after their drop, and Reader is trying to convince them to drop to E-class, and rebel against the system.

And the Principal can't have that, can he?

So Principal sends Reader to A class, but Reader hasn't had their rebellious spirit quashed yet. They're in class, sure, but they're questioning the teachers, debating with their classmates, encouraging them towards new ways of thinking that don't involve the system, trying to spark a change in the top instead of the bottom, which is not very good for the Principal either.

This is where Gakushuu comes in.

Principal Asano makes it Gakushuu's task to keep Reader under tabs, and to neutralise any trouble they make. Gakushuu does this by making Reader part of the student council, and then promptly drowning in work.

Asshole move much, Gakushuu?

Reader is now hanging out with Gakushuu a lot more, and they get talking as a result. Reader is not happy with him, and there's plenty of passive-aggressiveness, but not nearly as much hostility as there was between Asano!Reader and Karma in the og fic.

Because Reader actually is a bit more compassionate here, and they see Gakushuu as a victim of the system, same as the other kids in Kunugigaoka.

They have plenty of debates and the such, and slowly but surely, Reader begins to change Gakushuu's mind. Emphasis on the slowly, btw. Gakushuu was raised on this philosophy, he's not going to change that easily.

But eventually, he eases up. And things become a lot more fun. Gakushuu gets a little lax on making sure Reader is too busy to start a rebellion, and they get some free time.

During the free time, they both go to Reader's favourite arcade, and despite Gakushuu never having played a single arcade game in his life he is somehow ridiculously good at them? Which pisses off Reader.

Which means they get into a gaming contest.

They spend longer and longer spending time with each other, going to arcades, markets, or just hanging about in general. And it's fun.

Gakushuu begins to think of you as being a little less annoying. Maybe even kind of a friend.

Maybe even something more, but even he doesn't realise that.

It's all fine and dandy and cool and hip and– wait, what do you mean the Principal wants to speak to Gakushuu?

Things are not fine. The Principal has found out about Reader and Gakushuu's trips, and he is NOT happy. And he begins reprimanding Gakushuu.

Oh, but what's this? Gakushuu's arguing back! He's arguing against this whole twisted philosophy of his father's, he's rebelling, he's–

Aaaand the Principal brainwashes Reader. Fuck.

It's fucking terrifying. Reader is not themselves at all, and Gakushuu hates it, hates it hates it. No matter how he shakes you or screams at you, you just keep repeated the Principal's propaganda, a puppet of the system.

He's on the verge of breaking, just like his father wants, but then, he thinks: what would Reader do?

He pretends to submit. For now. The Principal is satisfied, but he keeps you brainwashed. For insurance, he says.

Well, it doesn't matter, because Gakushuu will set you free.

And that he does, when he starts a revolution.

The Principal should have seen it coming; Gakushuu's an amazing orator, but somehow he didn't, and now there's hundereds upon hundreds of students protesting, ripping up exam papers, burning textbooks.

You, in your mind-haze, look upon the chaos, and something stirs in you.

And like that, you're back. Vive la révolution! you shout, before spiking the teacher's coffee machine with extra-hot chilli pepper powder + laxatives. Karma taught you well.

And when all is said and done, and you finally see Gakushuu again at the end of the day, he give you a Big Damn Kiss. Roll credits.

Gakushuu doubts his father would appreciate him coming home after all that, so you let him stay at your place.

Karma is a bit hesitant about letting Gakushuu stay, but you tell him he started the Kunugigaoka Revolution and Karma agrees pretty quickly.

"If you get up to any hanky-pankying, keep it quite, alright?" he says. "I don't want to lost my beauty sleep."

You roundhouse-kick him for that.

Ah, but even at the happy end, there is still one problem.

There's only one bed. Whatever will you and Gakushuu do?

Why is this so long

#assassination classroom #assassination classroom x y/n #assassination classroom x reader #assassination classroom x fem reader #assassination classroom x male reader #gakushuu asano x reader #asano gakushuu #gakushuu asano #asano gakushuu x reader #karma akabane #asano gakuhou #asano gakuho #asano gakuhoe #assassination classroom headcanons

[causekarmaismyboyfriend]

Annoying Boy pt.2

PT.1 HERE

M.LIST

Fem!14yr!Reader x 14yr!Ranpo

Summary: Your father, Fukuzawa, brings home Ranpo and you're left to deal with him. His 'special ability' reveals some cracks in the story your father has always told you regarding your mother's death.

Warnings: Mention of a mother's death, yelling, Fukuzawa somewhat neglecting reader's feelings. Not proofread.

A/N: Sorry this took so long to get out I've had back to back shift in all that I had to close. ALSO I was planning on ending this in just two parts and I started writing this part three days ago, but stopped cause it felt too rushed to fit the entire ending into just this part, so I will make a part three too. I didn't even have a full ending planned out cause I didn't expect people to like it lol (lmk in the comments if you'd like to be tagged in part 3) :)

The three sat around the small dining table eating dinner in silence. Fukuzawa had found a folding chair in the hall closet. Ranpo had taken one of the regular chairs which left Y/n to sit in the folding chair much to her annoyance.

The three had finished dinner and Y/n and Fukuzawa begun gathering the dishes when Ranpo broke the silence.

"Do you guys have any desserts or anything sweet?" He whined placing his chin in his palm as Y/n rolled her eyes and took the dishes from Fukuzawa and placed them in the sink.

Fukuzawa thought for a moment. "Y/n has some in her room that I'm sure of," he turned to Y/n who was busy washing dishes. "When your finished give Ranpo one of those snacks in your room, please?"

Ranpo was playing with some peeling paint on the edge of the table when yelling broke out in the kitchen.

"He just got here, like, an hour ago!" Y/n said turning the sink off leaving the remaining dishes soaking in warm water. "I'm not giving him my stuff!"

Fukuzawa rubbed his temple not understanding why everything had been such a problem with his daughter today. "Y/n - I don't understand what the problem is, just give him one, please." He repeated his tone more stern.

Y/n stared at her father, tears building up along her lash line in frustration that her father just couldn't understand. Of course she understood him taking Ranpo in but she just didn't understand why she had to be the one to deal with him.

Y/n stormed out of the kitchen mumbling under her breath has she went back to her room, she passed by Ranpo and gave him a glare before she disappeared down the hall after a few seconds they heard the door slam.

Of course Ranpo knew why she was upset, he knew everything after all! She felt neglected and unheard by her father, but he just didn't understand why. It didn't seem like such a big deal.

Fukuzawa sighed and looked to Ranpo. "Give it some time before you go back in there." Fukuzawa left into his own room leaving Ranpo to his own devices.

-

Ranpo laid on the couch as he flicked through different channels before he eventually got bored and decided to go back to the room. He swung the door open, not bothering to knock.

Y/n was sitting on her loft with her headphones covering her ears, music so loud he can hear from his place on the floor. She looked at him when he entered but didn't say anything. Ignoring her and not bothering to close the door he makes his way to his bed. On the bed was a red box of pocky sticks, and in the bottom left corner was a stack of folded blankets and sheets with a pillow on top.

Ranpo sat on the bed and opened the box of sweets, he pulled stick after stick savoring the taste as he ate the entire box. He threw the now empty box into a nearby trashcan and took the pillow from the stack, sitting it at the top of the bed and laying down, not bothering to grab one of the blankets.

He lays on his back starring at the ceiling for a few moments listening to Y/n as she shifts around every once in a while with her music blasting through her headphones. Eventually the music stops.

"Ranpo?" She asks breaking the silence. Ranpo sighs in response not really caring for what she had to say. "Were you serious earlier? About my mom?"

"Mhm."

Y/n rolls her eyes. "How are you so sure?"

Ranpo sighs again, annoyed that she would even question he's intelligence. "Your dad keeps a diary dated all the way to your mother's death stuffed somewhere in his closet." He responses pulling a blanket from the stack and covering himself, too lazy to put the sheet on the bed. "Go read that instead and stop bothering me."

Y/n rubs at her temple and looks away from Ranpo for a moment. "Sure, but how are you-" She stops mid sentence when she's interrupted by the sound of snores. Y/n's eyebrow twitches when she looks back at the now sleeping boy.

Y/n sets her phone and headphones to the side before flicking off the lights and getting comfortable under her covers. "Thanks, I guess."

-

Taglist: @forgotten-blues @bejeweledgirl

#ranpo my beloved #ranpo edogawa #bungou stray dogs ranpo #bungou stray dogs #cause karma is my boyfriend #bsd #ranpo x reader #fem reader #x female reader

[stellar-constellations]

Karma Akabane Masterlist

Headcannons:

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#assassination classroom #karma #karma akabane #karma akabane x reader #karma x reader #x you #x y/n #x reader #x yn #x female y/n #x fem!reader #x female reader #fem reader #stellar constellations

[imachaoticghost]

Athena "Karma" Hansies (COD x Marvel OC)

For anyone wondering, this is the oc that Karma was based on. This (other than the name) is all canon for Black Widow! reader/ Karma. This is not proof read.

Note that this is also my visualisation for the many drawings I'll do of her.

Warnings : mentions of abuse, scars, blood, death, child death, child exploitation, SA, child experimentation, suicide, SH,

Identity

Name: Hanah "Karma" Leiner, (previously Athena Hansies)

Age: 19 (MW I) 24(MW II)

Height: 170 cm

Aliases: Theseus, Athena, Karma, Child (by Ghost, Soap and Price), sweetheart (by Graves), (by Valeria)

Gender: Non specific/ fluid (AFAB)

Pronouns: She/They/Him

Date of birth : january 1st (given by the Red Room)

Nationality: Russian

Ethnicity: Unknown

Place of Birth: Moscow, Russia

Languages: Russian, English, French, Spanish, Arabic, Italian, Portuguese, German, Dutch,

Sexuality: queer

Occupation: Reaper (previously), Task Force 141

Description

Eye Color: Ice blue

Hair Color: Light brown, blood red

Haircut: Short wolf cut

Hair Type: loose waves

Eye shape: Almond

Eyebrows: Soft arch

Special Features: Scars along the left eyebrow corner and right lip corner, general little cuts along her limbs.

Piercings: Tongue piercing, Two ear rings and one ear chain (left ear), one ear ring and three metal beads (right ear)

Character moodboard:

Likes

Color(s): Black, red, green

Flower: Red rose

Animal: Snake

Aesthetic: grunge

Song: She used to be mine by Chloe Adams

Dislikes

Food: Anything slimy

People: Graves, The Red Room, governments

Personality

Humourous, sarcastic, mocking, sassy, : basically a gen z, don't mind her, she's trying to cope

empathetic/people reader : she'll know how you feel, whether you like it or not. She's been trained for it.

loyal, loving, overprotective : basically a lost puppy, she takes loyalty to the people she loves very seriously.

strategic, logical : she's a widow, she can't not be it. Also, her mind is just running every possible situation in her head to choose the best one, it's her training.

street smart : she had to fend for herself during a year and a half, how can she not?

cold : the poor girl is trying to protect herself, just give her time.

impulsive, reckless : she's had rules for too long, she feels the need to not care and break them. She most likely won't think of the consequences that it'll involve for her unless it hurts someone else

blood lusted, people pleaser : She's traumatized. Yes, that'll be my only explanation.

stubborn and argumentative : no, she is not wrong.

touch starved, emotionally deprived : again, she's traumatized.

Has a big problem with authority : Trauma? Also, she's just ✨chaos✨ 

can't take herself or anything to do with her seriously : she's coping, I swear

mimicking mechanism : she's been taught to fit in, so she copies what the people do

Amazing intuition : This girl ha a sixth sense I tell you. She'll know when something's off.

Yes, she has PTSD. (I'll do my best, I promise)

Skills

Fighting, shooting, sneaking, killing, flexibility and fitting everywhere because she's an Elite spy ( an : the more I'm writing this the less serious I get)

Weapons: Anything, but she does prefer precision rifles and blades

Trivia

Price gave her her callsign when he picked her up, realizing that she was driven by spite and chaos and that her morality was to give back what she receives. He promised to help her burn the Room to the ground.

She has slowly learnt to switch on and off from her reaper side thanks to Price and Gaz.

She swears, like a lot. If she's swearing in russian run for your life.

She has a snake tattoo all along her left arm.

She scratches her arms when anxious to keep herself aware.

She's buried deep in the abuse she has gotten from the Room and the people she's been loaned to. She often gets nightmares and anxiety attacks from her past trauma. But thanks to that she developed a dissociation technique.

She's worked in many dark places when she was too young.

She was loaned as a sex slave for a few months in an illegal club when she was young.

She was loaned to Valeria's organisation where V took care of her after a while there.

She lost her young sister to the program. She had to kill her herself because she didn't know how to follow orders.

She was the test subject for many modifications the Room brought to its widows

She was taught ballet and still dances to try and cope, bringing more artistic liberty to the traditional ballet she was taught.

She still fights to survive. Both against the room and herself, but Ghost now helps her once he first found her attempting to end herself.

Price is her dad, whether she wants it or not :)

#valeria garza x fem!reader #valeria x f! reader #platonic task force 141 #oc #crossover #wip #Karma Hansies #this isnt finished but oh well #how do tags work #task force 141 x oc

[moon-lv3r]

darn rat ~🍅

🦋 category: one-shot, soulmate!AU

🦋 characters: karma

🦋 summary: in which two people find out they are soulmates, which neither of them expects

an AU where when a soulmate have skin to skin contact, a red string would appear from their index finger on their right hand, indicating that they are soulmates. the string would be imprinted on the index finger and turns black once a soulmate dies

🦋 warnings: sadness?

🦋 notes: this was a draft from ages ago so excuse some of the bad writings

You sat behind Okuda in class, beside that red headed boy, Akabane Karma. He was a bit of a rebellious guy but still smart, way smarter than you. Sometimes you wonder just what goes through his brain.

"Oi y/n!" Okano Hinata shouted. "Come over here!"

"Coming Hinata!" You replied. She was always coming up with random soulmate ideas for you to try. She once made you brush your hand beside Okajima, thank goodness nothing happened. You would rather die than have him as a soulmate. You constantly tried to get Hinata to have contact with Maehara but she refused. You knew she had a crush on that darn playboy but she refused to admit it.

"What if Isogai was your soulmate?" She asked. This soulmate thing was driving everyone crazy. You could only start finding your soulmate at 15 and it soon became the talk of everyone. There were a lot of couples who broke up due to the fact that they were simply not soulmates. Maehara recently got dumped because of it.

"He's pretty nice but not exactly my type," you replied. "About time you see if Maehara is your soulmate!" You had known for a while that Hinata really liked Maehara and now could be a perfect chance to test if they were soulmates. Also, you wanted to see Hinata getting annoyed.

"He's a womanising scumbag!" Hinata protested. "No way in he—"

"Talking about me eh?" Maehara appeared out of nowhere, placing a hand on Hinata's shoulders, causing her to jump.

"Get lo—" Hinata brushed Maehara's hand away, making contact while doing so. A red string appeared from both their fingers, Maehara had the largest grin on his face, Hinata looked annoyed and embarrassed. It was so sudden that your brain had to take a few seconds just to register what happened, and another few seconds to register the meaning of it.

"I guess we're soulmates!" He said, now wrapping his arm around Hinata. 

"I told you to try it," you said. "Look at who's your beloved soulmate," you teased.

"Go try it on Isogai!" Hinata shouted, catching Isogai's attention.

"You like the ikemen?" Maehara inquired, removing his arm from Hinata and dragging Isogai over. This was getting embarrassing and annoying. 

"Maeh—" Isogai mumbled. "I don't think—"

"This is worth a try," Maehara grinned as Karma stepped into class to see the weird scene of Hinata holding you still and Maehara trying to get a hold of Isogai's hand.

"This soulmate thing is driving you guys crazy," he laughed. You didn't think that he would join in the mess but then again, he was Akabane Karma, he was going to join. He would do anything that would cause misery.

Without thinking, he placed a hand on your arm and the other hand on Isogai's, trying to bring you guys closer. Your eyes went wide as you noticed the red string from his finger... Connecting to yours. He didn't seem to notice it however. Isogai, Maehara and Hinata all noticed it and started to exchange glances with each other. Karma was your soulmate? At least it was better than Okajima... But Karma???

"Karma look!" Maehara shouted excitedly. Karma frowned as he turned to look and his own finger. The realisation made him wear a mischievous grin.

"Ah so it's us," he winked.

"Don't you like Isogai?" Maehara asked.

"No such thing!" You quickly replied.

"So you like Karma?" Isogai asked. 

"You never told me," Hinata replied. "I wouldn't judge if you liked Karma."

"I don't like Karma!" You replied out of embarrassment. "There has to be a mistake somewhere...."

"Ah soulmates... Maehara-Kun and Okano-San... Ooo Y/n and Karma as well," the all too familiar voice of Koro Sensei loomed over the class as everyone turned to see him writing down some notes. "This love story would sell millions!" Nobody even saw him coming.

"I'll kill you before you even release that!" Hinata screeched as you joined in with your anti sensei knife. Maehara got his knife ready and started to try and kill Koro Sensei, but as usual, none of you guys managed it. He was simply too fast.

"Get back here!" You ordered. Swinging a knife around was tiring. Isogai and Karma stood aside, watching the rest of you swinging your knives at him.

"That's my soulmate?" He said. "I should complain."

"Oh shut up Karma!" You replied. "You darn rat!"

You, Hinata and Maehara eventually gave up on trying to assassinate Koro Sensei and returned to your seats. Because of Koro Sensei, everyone in class knew about the two new soulmate pairings.

"I'm not sure if I should cheer for Y/n," Nagisa commented. "Okano and Maehara seemed pretty normal."

Hinata took offense to that statement and Maehara laughed it off. You however, weren't having such a fun time. You and Karma were an unexpected couple, barely interacted and seemed to be opposites. But 'opposites attract' apparently. Terasaka was the most surprised one out of the whole class, surprised that someone like Karma would have a soulmate.

"I'd be surprised that someone can handle your idiocy," Karma remarked, resulting in Terasaka banging his table.

"The hell was that supposed to mean!?" He demanded.

Even during lunch, your friends all teased you with Karma, even Hinata, though she still recieved some teasing. "Eh y/n, don't forget to invite us to your wedding!" Said Rio. 

"Yeah!" Yada continued. "Congratulations on your soulmate, I wonder who mine is."

"Congratulations is definitely the right word...," you mumbled as you felt a hand on your shoulder, definitely Karma. Sure enough, you turned around to see him grinning at you.

"What do you want?" You asked.

"Simple," he replied. "We're soulmates, make sense for us to go on dates. We're soulmates anyway, you can say no now but who knows what would happen in the future?"

"Fine," you agreed. It wasn't like you could change your soulmate anyway. The both of you eventually agreed on a date in his house since his parents wouldn't be home.

♤♤♤

You were amazed the moment you stepped foot inside his house. It was beautiful. You looked at his family photos. "You're an only child?" You asked.

"Murdered my siblings, they were annoying," he commented. 

"Funny," you replied, knowing that he was definitely joking. 

Karma guided you into his room, which was packed with a number of things that made sense, and also some items that didn't. Karma did seem like the gamer type but reading? That was new. You looked at every single book that he read, flipping through the pages and eventually found one that interested you. 

"Borrow me this please," you asked.

"Sure," he agreed.

You stayed at his house for a few hours and he even opted to cook. It came as a surprised when the food he cooked was edible. Impressive.

"Not bad Karma," you complimented while having dinner.

He chuckled as he wiped something off your face, a grain of rice. "Saving this for supper?" He teased. You rolled your eyes and continued your meal, unaware that a Mach 20 octopus just snapped photos of what happened earlier.

Maybe having Karma as a soulmate wasn't that bad. Though you would have to be careful of his pranks. You did not want to fall victim to any. 

Over the last few months, you and Karma went on quite a few dates, he was the one planning it and you just joined. In most of them, you fell victim into a prank. Once, Karma tricked you into eating vanilla ice cream, which turned out to be mashed potato. He once tricked you into spreading strawberry jam on a sandwich, that jam turned out to have ghost pepper in it. He once poured a bottle of milk for you, and that turned out to be mayonnaise with too much water. He always planned a nightmare for you.

"I hate you Karma, I really do," you mumbled.

"Oh really? Because this says otherwise," he replied, waving his index finger infront of you and his face leaning closer. The both of you were on a picnic this time and the both of you cooked something, you planned something special for him as well.

"Soulmates mean nothing," you snapped back. This time, he lifted your chin up to face him, his expression looked almost relaxed. "And yet you agreed to go on all those dates with me."

You tried to keep your composure and relax, though your heart beat showed otherwise. "Cat got your tongue? He asked. "You know you love me, no need to deny." 

"Whatever, let's eat," you replied. "I'm hungry."

He let go of your chin and opened his basket to reveal his meal. You opened yours to show some drinks and a special chocolate box. You knew of this chocolate, it has many pieces inside and one of them was spicy, filled with spice inside that was allegedly too much to handle. Sweet revenge. You brought two packages of the same chocolate and emptied one out to fill it with normal chocolates, you even brought your own box to place the chocolates in. "Want some?" You asked. "It's Valentines day."

Karma raised an eyebrow, "y/n, since when are you so nice?" He asked. "If you don't trust me, we can eat the chocolates together."

That seemed to satisfy him enough and you handed him the spicy package while you ate the normal one. You talked and laughed, Karma seemed to enjoy those chocolates, he ate piece by piece until his expression finally changed into a frown and started to chew slowly. Bingo.

"Y/n!" He screeched. "Did you- Gosh! This has got to be the most spicy thing ever!"

You started to laugh uncontrollably as Karma chugged down a bottle of water. His face was turning as red as his hair. That's when you looked behind him and spotted some weirdly placed bushes. You and Karma were being watched by 3-E and Koro Sensei.

"I should've seen this coming!" Karma continued. You laughed and ate another piece, continued with cranberry juice. Now it was his turn to laugh. "You don't think that's actually cranberry do you?"

Shit. The juice tasted like... Tomato and chilli. Goodness. What was this prank war? The juice was disgusting, you had no clue when did Karma switch your juice. What was with you two and tormenting each other as if your existence wasn't enough?

Even after all that, you and Karma finished up all of the food, without anymore tricks. That was enough. How were you going to survive having Karma as a soulmate? Hinata seemed happy with Maehara and his playboy antics had died down, though he still pissed Hinata off sometimes. Even after going on multiple dates with Karma, the both of you still haven't made it official, mainly because you didn't like him, or more accurately, refused to admit that you like him. He knows that and he loves teasing you about it, which annoyed you to no end. 

"So y/n," Karma started. "Since you know about us being soulmates and all... We should really make it official now." As usual, he sounded as casual as ever, though the blushing on his face suggested otherwise. You paused, thinking about your reply when the weird bushes stood up.

"Say yes!" Hinata shouted. This was embarrassing, what the hell. Koro Sensei was busy taking pictures of the moment. Pretty much everyone from 3-E was there. Karma stood up and dragged you away, leaving all of your picnic items alone. 

He took you to somewhere secluded, away from the curious eyes of 3-E. "I don't want you to feel pressured," he said.

"I uh...," you had no idea what to say. Your heart suddenly felt like it was beating at Mach 20.

"So no?" Karma replied. "Time for more pranks then!"

You stared at him in disbelief. "I never said no!" You protested. Once again, his face leaned closer to yours. "So it's a yes," he grinned. The tip of his nose was extremely close to yours and you could only focus on those darn eyes of his.

"Fine," you gave up. "It's a yes."

Just when you thought he was going to pull his face away from yours, he did the complete opposite. His hands gently cupped your cheeks and he closed the gap inbetween your lips. You could quite literally feel him smiling like an idiot under the kiss. It was sudden and you had no idea what to do other than to close your own eyes and just immerse yourself in the moment and hope that 3-E, especially Koro Sensei, were nowhere to be found. His hands went down from your cheeks to your neck and the back of your head while your hands were on his shoulders. Neither you nor Karma wanted to part from each other. You quite enjoyed the softness of his lips, which wasn't something you had expected from him. His grip on you was gentle and soft. For a kiss that was merely five seconds, it felt like five hours. That was your first kiss as well, and probably also Karma's. Both you and Karma stopped the kiss at the same time, separating from each other, he was redder than his own hair. It was a sight you had never realised you would see. A sight rarer than diamond. A sight more precious than your own life. You would sell your soul for this to happen again.

"You suck at kissing," you decided to break the slience.

"Me?" He replied. "You were pretty much doing nothing apart from being a decorative statue!" He said in a rather relaxed tone.

"Nurufufufu," the too familiar laughter came from a tree. Dang it. 

"Oh come on!" You got your anti sensei knife ready. What's up with this octopus stalking every single potential couple possible. Karma just laughed it off and pulled you away, back to where you guys had your picnic, only to see the rest of 3-E there. What the hell...

"Say Karma, how's the kiss," Maehara inquired. "I'll use my playboy expertise to judge."

"Shut up," Hinata glared.

"Shouldn't we give them some alone time?" Isogai asked but his words fell on deaf ears.

Many of your classmates started asking some questions and that went on for an hour before the sun set and everyone decided to head back home. Karma once again invited you to his house, his parents barely had anytime for him so he spent it with you. Not that you would complain anyway, Karma practically raised himself up and you were pretty impressed. He learned to so so many things by himself. He lived in quite a big house all by himself too. The more you know about Karma, the more you like him.

♤♤♤

7 years later

"Y/n," Maehara crept up to you as you were cleaning a window of your former class. "How's you and Karma?"

"We're pretty much the same," you replied. You were surprised that you managed to last with Karma without any breaks inbetween. He simply loved spending most of his time with you, let it be studying or anything, he didn't care.

"I wonder when will he pop the question," Maehara continued.

"Maehara, we're like 21," you pointed out.

You had an interview the very next day, for your dream job, which Karma helped you to get. Karma would probably make a good bureaucrat with that mind of his. It was a pity that he couldn't make it today, though he did sneak in the day before, with Nagisa. You and Karma now lived together as well, in a small apartment.

You hung out with your classmates from 3-E all the way till the evening. The past 7 years had been quite eventful for everyone. Kayano had to leave early due to her schedule and Isogai left before sunset for his part-time job. 

The rest of you went to a restaurant, had a chat, laughed about some things and even teased each other as well. "So Maehara," you started. "You and Hinata, any plans?"

"We broke up again," Maehara shrugged. "She hates my lack of commitment so we decided to take a break before getting back together."

"I am not even surprised," Megu sighed. "Poor Hinata."

"How did Hinata get a guy like you as her soulmate," you added.

You walked back home after having dinner with your old classmates. Karma can cook for himself, he's the better chef anyway. Just as you predicted, Karma was home before you, his shoes were already outside. You quickly unlocked the door and entered, Karma was probably in his room. You suddenly had the desire to surprise him.

You crept up into his room and saw him reading. Slowly, you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing your head closer to his ear, close enough for you to directly whisper in his ear. "Hello Karma," you said. "Got the job?"

He turned around to face you, with one of the largest grin you ever saw. "Secured it like how you got me wrapped up in your arms."

Karma doesn't disappoint, that's what you learned from spending years with him. He leaned in to give you a small kiss before telling you that he cooked dinner and it was already in the kitchen. You scurried into the kitchen and got your meal, even though you already ate with your friends. You made your way back into his room as the both of you chatted about your day. Apparently Itona found his soulmate while he was working and Terasaka was complaining about it. Hazama found her's too, a girl, she was a fellow reader like her, she writes too, excelled in literature. You enjoyed seeing the smile on Karma as he talked about his days with you, it reminded you of his face when the both of you had your first kiss. It was adorable.

A few years gone by and you and Karma were just as strong as ever. Maehara finally started being serious about him and Hinata, though it was much harder to get her back now. You had a pretty fun job as well, it was your dream ever since you was a child. Almost everyone in 3-E found their soulmate, even Terasaka, Okajima was the only lonely one. Karma joked about it all day long, alongside Rio.

On this faithful day, it was your 10 year anniversary with Karma and you wanted to surprise him. Forcefully, you dragged Hinata and Megu out. Megu didn't mind helping you while Hinata was against it. She didn't have much choice though, it was either go out with you or suffer with Maehara, she chose the better choice, much to Maehara's disappointment. But he accepted as punishments for his toying ways.

Megu got some men's stuff, she had excellent taste when it comes to that. Hinata picked up some wrapping paper while you got a bouquet of roses. You also decided that this anniversary was going to be special. You printed quite a few photos of you and Karma, with the intention of using those as decoration. Megu and Hinata left after shopping while you decided to head home and decorate. You stood on a chair as you hung some photos, you even used some to create the phrase 'Happy 10th Anniversary' on a wall. You had plans to cook as well, but that darn rat, Karma, had to return home before you had the chance to.

"Y/n, I'm ho—" He was definitely flabbergasted at the sight. 

"Breathtaking isn't it?" You replied.

Karma made his way towards those photos, there were plenty. There was one where Karma drew all over your sleeping face and he decided to take a picture. There was also one with ice cream all over your favourite outfit. There was one of you tying Karma's hair into a ponytail. There was even one photo of you cuddling him and him giving you a small forehead kiss. "You did all this on your own...," he muttered as you frantically searched for where you placed the rose.

"Surprise Karma!" You cheered, waving the bouquet infront of his face.

Karma turned around and took the roses from your hand, he looked at the roses for a split second before placing them on the dining table beside the both of you. You frowned, "Karma... Do you not—"

Before you could even finish your sentence, Karma leaned in closer to you, his hands wrapping around your waist and pulling himself closer to you. Before you even know it, his lips was on yours and you stumbled backwards momentarily, losing your balance. A grip on the dining table was what saved you from toppling into the floor. You felt your ears going red as the kiss continued on. You eventually wrapped your arms around Karma's neck as he pulled his face away from yours. "You honestly have no idea how much I love you," said Karma.

"Try me," you replied.

"Which is why...," Karma's voice trailed off, he turned around, his back facing you this time. "I'm sorry to say but from this day on... You're no longer my girlfriend."

"Excuse me?" You demanded. "What the fuck? Akabane Karma this isn't funny."

"I'm not joking," he replied, finally facing you this time. It only lasted a second before he walked behind you, towards the door. You stood frozen, trying to process what he just said. 

You almost broke his arms when he wrapped his arms around your neck, his head, or more accurately, lips, was extremely close to your ears. "So what do you think?" He asked, stretching one of his hands to reveal a ring box, it had a diamond ring in it. 

"Karma what the fuck?" You screeched as he started laughing.

"What? Fiancèe or girlfriend," Karma continued. "Pick one." You felt like slapping the life out of him. No way he had just pulled that stunt on you.

"Couldn't you have picked a more romantic way to propose instead of this?" You asked.

"Heh whatever," Karma replied, removing himself from you and headed towards his room and closed his door. Was he angry? You decided to follow him into his room. The moment you opened his door, confetti fell on you, you looked up only to see a bucket which was once filled with confetti.

The moment you look straight infront of you, a banner caught your attention. It said 'Will you marry me?' So that attempt previously was a joke, you should've known. This was very Karma-like. Of course he would do something like this. You were just upset that you hadn't even thought of entering his room while decorating the house. The both of you still slept in separate rooms because you didn't feel ready yet. 

"What about now?" Karma asked, leaning against a cabinet with the ring in his hand.

"Uh no," you replied with a dead expression. The amount of jokes played on you was enough to last a lifetime.

Karma's face fell upon hearing your answer. "No way in hell I would say no," you finished.

"Revenge for just now I see," Karma replied, placing the ring on your finger. "This looks amazing on you y/n."

It was an unforgettable day.

The wedding was supposed to be a year later and it was well... Something. Karma had Terasaka dressed as a clown, saying that they were going to a costume party and not his own wedding. Terasaka was beyond furious when he arrived and saw that he was the only one dressed in something weird. Okajima was busy taking photos and even tried to take some... Not friendly photos of you, which he stopped after seeing the look on Karma's face. Hinata and Maehara finally got back together as well. Megu and Hinata were your bridesmaids while Nagisa was Karma's groomsman. As usual, Nagisa got completely wasted and Kayano had to drive him home. It was a small wedding, only having your close friends, 3-E included, your family and also, Karasuma and Irina and their little daughter. Irina matured a little over the years while Karasuma was just the same, their daughter was a mix of them both. Yada and Kurahashi loved playing with her. Hayami and Chiba were each other's soulmate, though they didn't admit it. Everyone in 3-E predicted it anyway. They were extremely close, its a no brainer. They were the most casual couple at the scene too, still shy with each other as though they had just met. Like they were still in the honeymoon stages of their relationship.

After the wedding, you and Karma moved back into his parents' house, they left it for him and moved to another country for their work commitments. Your parents decided to move in with the both of you as well. Your mum had mixed feelings about Karma while your dad loved him. You couldn't decide it that was a good or bad thing. Sometimes it felt like your father was Karma's dad instead, they did many things together. Your father had always wanted to have a son after all, and Karma filled that role perfectly. 

For your fifth anniversary, you decided to give Karma a special surprise and headed out. Only telling your mum what one of the surprise was, she agreed to keep it a secret while you headed out. Karma would definitely love this, no doubt. The both of you were already in your thirties at this point. Karma's parents occasionally visited the both of you but they were mostly away. Karma was used to it at this point. You were the only consistent thing in his life, apart from the rest of 3-E of course. He needed that bit of consistency in his life.

You brought all the things that you knew Karma had been eyeing after. He would definitely be on his knees after seeing those. You wondered what he would get you, hopefully it was something good. The year before, he got you a doll and it gave you a jump scare, which you obviously didn't appreciate at all. A cold war almost began between the both of you, it was only dissolved when Karma did all of the house chores for you as an apology for his funny little gift. Now the both of you laugh about it like the adults you were.

You looked into your shopping bag, satisfied. An outfit, cologne, a doll made after the both of you, a framed photo, and a special box with multiple surprises in it. He was definitely going to love it. He knew about the gifts except for the one in the special box, you never told him about it and it was a last minute gift.

You were snapped out of your train of thoughts relating to Karma when you heard people screeching. What was going on? People were running behind you, so you decided that you should too, there's probably something infront that was dangerous. You immediately started running, there seemed to be two cars chasing each other, what was going on?

You ran and turned around at the same time, catching the sight of people screaming for their lives. Something definitely wasn't right. Your answers were soon answered when you saw a car swerving towards you.

If you didn't ran, the car would've hit you and smash you right into a book store and you probably wouldn't have any chances of survival. It was a close call, you could've died right there and then. Thank goodness you didn't. 

Though this wasn't a good time to have your guard down as a second car was decorating the road with it's skid marks and it was heading right for you. The blinding light caught your attention as you attempted to run. Your feet leaped from the ground and towards the opening. But you were simply just too slow for the speeding car. It rammed into you and slammed you against a pole. The window of the car shattered and bits of shards poked their way into your skin and you could tell that the driver was no longer alive. Every bit of your body was tingling with pain as you squirm inbetween the car and pole. Your shopping bag was on the ground, ran over by the car as bystanders took a video and only one person called for help.

This was one terrible day, it was supposed to be fun. It wasn't supposed to end up like this.

"Dang it," you cursed. "Stupid piece of shit."

How was Karma going to react? This was a disaster. Things wasn't supposed to go this way, it was supposed to be a smooth sailing. Your own blood was slowly dripping onto the ground as you feel yourself lose consciousness.

You just hoped that you wouldn't die.

♡♡♡

As soon as I heard that y/n was hurt, I dropped everything that I was doing and headed right towards the hospital. How could that have happened?

Terasaka helped me to get to the hospital, I worked under him so he managed to excuse me. Before I left, he reassured me that y/n would be fine in his usual carefree voice, though I could hear some uncertainty.

She better be fine, she will be. She's y/n, she can do it. Y/n was one of the most amazing person that I have ever met, she was also an amazing fighter. A minor car accident wouldn't do her any major harm.

I cursed silently at the slow traffic as I made my way to the hospital. Why was it so slow? I was tempted to just drive through and crash every single vehicle in my way. It felt like eternity waiting for the damn vehicles to move, but they eventually did. I had to drive fast. It felt like hours before I got there and her parents were already there by the time I had arrived.

They looked extremely worried, her mum was sweating in an air conditioned place. This was terrible. The atmosphere was anything but positive. It was anything but kind to their hearts. It felt like a flesh eating poison that starts by eating from their hearts and slowly spreading out to other parts of their body.

"How long has it been?" I asked her mother.

"I don't know!" She replied inbetween tears, sorrow coated in her own voice.

That remained the answers to all of their questions for hours on end. They were all afraid. They could only hope that it wouldn't be terrible. Hours went by without any answers. The operation room door never opened with any answers. I didn't know what to do.

This darn rat, how could she make me worry like this? It felt like my heart would burst any second now. I wish I didn't have to feel like this. She better be safe, so that I can kill her myself for making me feel like this. She had to be safe, why would anything terrible happened to this darn rat? It would just be a small injury, that's all.

  The surgery room remained closed for hours as I waited for good news. It was a long wait, but anything was worth the good news that I would receive after it. I just knew y/n would be fine. It was just something to scare me, that's all.

  I stared at the red imprint of our string on my right index finger. It remained as red as blood could ever be. It's bright scarlet colour reminding me of the fact that y/n was still alive and I am waiting for her to return home with me. The maroon colour was my comfort during this crisis as I waited for the door to open, revealing the good news from within. Just having her alive would make me the happiest man ever. My life would be lost if the imprint of our fate faded away, losing its colour and fading into black, nothingness. 

  The wreck that I would become.

  I didn't know how long I had stared at it. The red string imprinted on my finger was still there and yet I always stared at it like it would fade away any moment. It made me relieved that it was still there, the dull red—

  Dull?

  I stared again. It was starting to lose its brightness. But I hadn't checked my surroundings. The lighting on the ceiling was starting to be faulty and it was getting dark outside. No wonder I thought it was getting dull.

  She was still safe, thank goodness. There was still hope. She's fine. Of course she was. 

  I continued to wait for the good news. The line on my finger wasn't fading away. Y/n was strong and fighting for her life. She would be fine.

  Doctors came in and out of the operating room. It was a complex surgery, taking hours. I was growing more and more anxious by the minute. I needed to know if she was safe.

  I stayed at the hospital until the very next day, wanting to be the first person to receive the good news. The bright glow from the sun shone through the glass windows and laid dormant on the ground. The morning glow resting on my face was what woke me up from my burdensome slumber. 

  The surgery was still ongoing. No news as to how Y/n was doing. The doctors had to stay awake and standing for hours, their hard work would surely pay off and Y/n would be fine.

  I barely ate anything ever since I arrived. I was such a wreck, nobody had seen me like this before. Even I myself was surprised at how big of a mess I became when the chance of Y/n being gone in my life presented itself.

  What would I do without her? She was my soulmate. Nobody could replace her as my soulmate.

  I love her.

  I would never put her in any danger once she makes it out of the operation room. Never again. I would do everything I could to ensure her safety.

  "Karma," the sound of Y/n's mother made its way to my ears. "You stayed the night?" She asked. I nodded. She looked worried.

  "It's not good for you," she explained. "Go and have some rest, I'll look after her."

  "No it's fine," I replied. "I can manage."

  "At least eat something," she urged. "Your body would collapse if you don't." She handed me a sandwich that she made mere hours ago. It was like she knew I'd stay at the hospital and came specially to deliver me some food.

  I accepted her meal and began to eat for the first time in a day. Perhaps it was the lack of a meal I had that made this taste extra good. I finished it within minutes and went back to mindlessly waiting for a piece of good news. I had nothing else to do aside from waiting. Our friends visited the hospital one by one, some tried to convince me to catch a break but I refused. I wanted to be the first to receive the good news and see her face once she wakes up. I didn’t want to miss it. I wouldn’t forgive myself if I did. Nagisa tried to convince me but he soon gave up, choosing to wait with me so that I wouldn’t be so lonely. 

  “Y/n is my friend too,” Nagisa said. “I hope she would be safe.”

  “Don’t you have classes to teach?” I asked. “Looking for an opportunity to slack? Koro Sensei wouldn’t be proud.”

  The joke I intended to make sounded painfully forced. It didn’t have the tone I always used when I joked about Nagisa, he could tell the difference too. I was too stressed by this situation. If only the operation would just end already. The long hours was killing me second by second. I just wanted to know if she was safe, was that too much? 

  I hoped the news that I would receive was worth me waiting out here for hours. Her parents returned home before the clock hit 12, they were too old to be waiting at a hospital. Their bodies wouldn’t be able to handle it. 

  Finally at last, the door opened. A doctor exited. The news had me dropping to the floor.

  “I am sorry for your lost, we tried our best,” he said.

  My vision turned blurry as I looked at my finger. The red thread losing its colour, turning into black. It had to be some sort of a joke. There was no way. I had to be colourblind. How could this be possible? It was impossible to fathom. The black string imprinted on my finger remained the way it was, black. It never turned into red, no matter how much I wished it would. Nagisa placed a hand on my shoulder, it was his best attempt at comforting me.

  “She also lost her baby in the process,” the doctor continued. I froze, she was pregnant as well? That was when the doctor handed me a tattered box, inside was ultrasound dated on the day of the accident.

  It was supposed to be a lovely surprise.

#assassination classroom #karma x reader #karma akabane #akabane karma #soulmates #soulmate au #timeskip karma #fem reader #spoilers in tags #reader died bc she was pregnant !! #joking #loveeeeeeeee

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Karma is a God

Chapter 13: The Riverlands

The Dance of the Dragons begins on a lie, and Aemond owes a debt, one Lucerra will see repaid in Fire and Blood // Series Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Aemond x Lucerra Velaryon (fem!Lucerys)

Warnings for this chapter: spoilers for F&B and future seasons of HotD, canon divergence, descriptions of violence

Words: 7700

A/n: Also available to read on AO3.

The skies over Blackwater Bay and Crackclaw Point are clear. There are no clouds to hide in and Grey Ghost makes quick work of the distance from Dragonstone to Maidenpool.

The Queen had ordered that she fly straight back to King’s Landing after accompanying Baela and Rhaena to Dragonstone, but as much as she fears her mother’s wroth, she fears what might happen if she sits idly.

To the south, Borros Baratheon has summoned his banners to Storm’s End. To the west, the Lannisters clash with the Iron Fleet. The Tyrells have taken a neutral stance, but the Hightower army is rebuilding in the Reach, rallying behind Prince Daeron and Criston Cole.

As for the Riverlands… the reports they receive are harrowing.

For almost two moons, Aemond has terrorised the Riverlands, unleashing dragonfire and death upon all those he deems to be traitors. Everything in his path turns to ash; towns, cities, castles, crops, and too many lives to count.

They fly high enough that the world spreads out below them like a map. As they approach the southern shore of the Bay of Crabs, she can see where the green fields turn to black. Smoke rises from the ground, trees reach against a grey sky, charred and bare. No life remains where Vhagar flies.

Could he hear the screams as he did it? Was he blind to the suffering, or did he bathe himself in it?

She had heard the cries of dying men as she burnt the Tyroshi war ships by Driftmark, but they were distant, a noise lingering in the back of her mind. All she remembers of that night is the smell of smoke, flashes of golden flames blurred through her tears, emptiness and rage. Thousands of lives ended, for the sake of avenging two already lost.

It is not the same, she tells herself.

They were soldiers. Any one of them could have been the man who released the quarrel that killed Jace, or manned the ship that sunk the Gay Abandon and young Viserys with it.

Aemond kills because he is cruel.

And I…

Death could not save the people who died at Hightide and Spicetown, it could not bring back her brothers, or any other lives lost at The Gullet. That thought has lingered in her mind ever since, a parasite draining the warmth from her body, the life from her soul.

But this is war. Either she will die a martyr, like Jace, like Rhaenys, or survival will chip away at the person she once was.

Maidenpool is nothing compared to the grandeur of Dragonstone or the high walls and towers of The Red Keep. Its keep and battlements are grey and cobbled, covered in moss and ivy so it blends in seamlessly with the surrounding greenery and the backdrop of the sea.

The castle is not the first thing she spots though, rather the blood red dragon that lies before the outer walls. Caraxes is curled in on himself, in a rare moment of peace as he sleeps. But he stirs as they land, rearing his head and glaring at them through wide, golden eyes.

Grey Ghost is uneasy, and not without cause. The Bloodwyrm is monstrously large, bloodthirsty and chaotic.

She remembers the first time she saw Caraxes, as their families gathered on Driftmark for the funeral of Laena Velaryon. Jace had flown on Vermax, while she, too small to ride Arrax, rode in a carriage with her mother and father. They reached Hightide and suddenly she heard a thunderous roar and a whistling, rippling shriek. What a sight they were, Caraxes and Vhagar, soaring from the East with the sunrise. They terrified her in different ways. Vhagar was colossal, and though Caraxes was smaller, he was swift, with piercing eyes, sharp teeth and a serpentine neck that she couldn’t help but follow as it swayed and slithered.

The gates open before she has dismounted. Daemon leads an escort of guards to meet her, dressed in his riding leathers rather than his armour. He knows not to come too close to Grey Ghost.

Her dragon is steadfastly steady as she dismounts, his head fixed on the men who have dared to approach his rider.

Strangers, hisses the voice in her head. Danger.

“Princess Lucerra,” Daemon says, resting his hands on the hilt of Dark Sister which hangs from his hip. “What a pleasant surprise.” His voice is calm but in a way that makes her nervous.

“Your Grace,” she says, keeping a gloved hand against Grey Ghost’s hide, stroking along his scales to calm him. 

Daemon observes this with a small smile, and a turn of his head towards the guards, who relax their stances. “You should know better than to announce on dragonback unannounced.”

“And yet you were able to determine I was not an enemy,” Luke says. “I came from Dragonstone.”

His amusement fades into something more concerned. “Baela and Rhaena?”

Rhaenyra needed a dragon to protect the island and patrol the sea, if necessary. It couldn’t be Tylesys, Sheepstealer was still weak from the encounter with Tessarion, and she wanted Seasmoke, Vermithor and Silverwing to stay in King’s Landing. By the slight frown in Daemon’s face, he has some trepidation about Baela being the one to take on such a burden. But she is brave enough for it, and besides, Dragonstone is defended by water and the Velaryon Fleet. So long as Daeron and Tessarion remain in the Reach, the girls will be safe.

“Your daughters are safely delivered,” she says.

Daemon looks between her and her dragon. “Does your mother approve of you being here?” he asks.

Her breath catches effortlessly in her throat. “She does not know.”

He smiles again. “I have to admit, I did anticipate you might find your way here.”

The small council met the very day they received the first letter from Riverrun.

Prince Aemond has declared a one man war on the Riverlands, intent on burning all those who align themselves to Queen Rhaenyra.

The sight before her eyes was dull and gloomy. She winced at flashes of lighting and rumbles of thunder that were not there to be seen or heard. She saw only him, the scar she had left him, the sapphire set within the socket. His voice drifted through her, just out of earshot but there nonetheless.

“I want you to put out your eye, as payment for mine.”

“Do this, dōna ilībōños, and I will consider your debt fulfilled.”

“My nephew must not be left unchecked,” Daemon’s voice said.

Suddenly the other faces in the room materialised into view. Rhaenyra’s eyes were down, fixed on the golden ball placed before her. Lord Corlys’ brow was twisted in contemplation and concern. The other men of the Small Council were watching Daemon, who in turn had his eyes on her.

He watched her for the entirety of their gathering, and she knew what he was looking for. She gave him nothing, not the smallest movement in her face or a hint of an expression. She had become rather well practised at this.

But the moment she was back in her chambers, the moment she was alone, she gave into the fury and fear simmering inside of her. She only managed to seat herself on the edge of her bed before the tears began to stream down her face. She caught them in her palms as she wept.

Aemond was rarely cruel as a child, if he was it was because he had been pushed too far, by Aegon, by Jace, and by her own doing. She had expected him to hate her when she returned to the Red Keep, and she had been right in her assumption. A debt was owed, one he had wanted her to pay with her life.

Whose fault could it be but hers that Aemond had grown into he had become? 

A weight hung heavy in her chest. She hadn’t been the one to mount Vhagar or utter the command that scorched the Riverlands, but she knew she had a part in this, in some twisting of fate, in the overlaps and knots in the threads of life.

Two moons passed and hardly anything came from Daemon’s hunt. News would come of a castle or town left in ashes, farms and fields obliterated, whole herds of livestock lost to the dragon’s jaws, but Daemon could not fly fast enough. By the time word reached him of an attack, there would no traceable signs of Aemond and Vhagar but the devastation they left behind.

The night before she left to escort Baela and Rhaena to Dragonstone, she took supper with Lord Corlys and her siblings, which included Alyn and Addam. Moments like this were the closest she came to feeling she had a home in the Red Keep, despite the notable absences. She forced herself to smile as Joffrey tried to imitate everything about Lord Corlys, the way he held his cutlery, the way he leaned back in his chair and kept his cup close to his lips. Her brother was to be the future Lord of the Tides afterall.

Rhaena kept her little pink dragon, Morning, on her shoulder. She and Addam fed her scraps of beef and praised her when she cooed.

Baela sat beside Alyn, with perfect posture and a tight smile on her lips at everything he said. But her resolve was slipping. With every joke Alyn whispered in her ear, she leaned a little further into him and laughed a little louder.

At first the sight made Luke’s stomach churn, as if she could still see the distant battle at The Gullet, like she could still smell the smoke as the Tyroshi ships were bathed in Grey Ghost’s fire. Until she wondered if Jace had ever told Baela of his time at Winterfell, why he had a scar on his palm and why, if she travelled north to see for herself, Cregan Stark would have one to match.

Alyn was charming, Luke supposed, gracious, with a smile that sparked excitement. 

What did it matter where Baela chose to seek happiness? Surely it was better that she did not dwell on memories and live her life with the burden of the past. What would that bring but grief and regret? 

After seeing young Aegon to bed and allowing Joffrey one game of Cyvasse, Luke visited her mother. Rhaenyra could be found where she usually was, in her father’s chambers sitting by a dying hearth and gazing over the model of Old Valyria, coated with dust and cobwebs after so many years of neglect. Luke sat by her side, tracing her fingertips over her hands and the cuts along her skin. Some were red and fresh, some were older and clotted, others had faded into thin scars.

“They are meaningless,” her mother whispered without turning her eyes to her daughter. “A consequence of our ancestor choosing to forge his throne from the swords of his enemies. My father suffered the same.”

Watching her mother was like watching a warm and golden autumn fade into a desolate winter. She could not endure it for long.

Her back fell against the door as she returned to her bedchamber, frozen in place by what she saw. Another envelope, sealed with a winged insect stamped into amber wax, left on the floor by her bed, exactly where she had found the last one.

She held her breath for a moment, waiting for any kind of sound, a footstep, a voice, a scuttling of a rodent, but whoever had delivered it must have been long gone.

Once again, she reached for the knife by her bedside, slicing through the envelope to save the seal.

There was just one line, and no signature.

Search for him and he will find you.

She knew what had to be done. She could not sit idly, not while her mother’s allies burned and she had a debt of her own to claim.

Daemon steps towards her. “You want to be the one to do it,” he says.

She often has this feeling, like she’s drowning in her own skin. Like the world around her is cold and dark and she cannot breathe. She sees only one way to save herself from it.

“I have to be.”

The castle is quiet, filled with servants who scurry through the halls with their heads down, and knights and Lords who offer no looks of warmth to their Prince and Princess. It is unusual that Daemon does not reprimand them for it.

He sees that she is brought to a chamber that overlooks the sea and is given supper. It is no great feast– many of the crops and livestock of the Riverlands have been lost to Vhagar’s fire, but she is given a plate of shucked oysters and another with white fish and potatoes. Daemon does not eat with her, or visit her once she is finished. 

The sounds of the waves roar in her ears as she lies in the bed and pulls the sheets around her. Each time she starts to fall asleep she feels weightless, and suddenly she is slipping from Arrax’s saddle and hurtling through to storm into the waves of Shipbreaker Bay–

But she wakes before her body meets the water.

A maid comes to her early in the morning just after sunrise. She bathes and dresses in her riding leathers, firmly fixing her sword to her hip, letting her fingertips linger on the golden seahorse hilt.

“He should be taken as a prisoner,” was Lord Corlys’ counter to Daemon’s pledge to find Aemond. “If he is dead, the Greens will make a King of Daeron and rally behind him.”

Rhaenyra at last looked up when he said it. “My brother forsook any chance of mercy when he tried to claim the life of my daughter,” she said.

Grey Ghost and Caraxes wait for them beyond the castle walls, restless the way dragons always are before they take flight. 

“I have word from Sabitha Frey,” Daemon says before they mount their dragons. “She has recaptured Harrenhal along with the Blackwoods.”

“I can’t imagine it was difficult,” Luke says. “It was left completely undefended.”

Daemon chuckles as he hauls himself into Caraxes’ saddle, a much steeper climb than it is for her to mount Grey Ghost. Aemond would have further to climb than either of them, a thought which she tries to dismiss. 

“We have our hold in the Riverlands once more,” he calls to her as Caraxes starts to move. The dragon whistles like a dolphin and bellows a screeching roar as he lurches forward, bounding off the ground and swiftly ascending into the air with powerful beats of his wings that shake the trees. Daemon steers him west, over the burned landscape.

Danger, whispers the voice in her head.

She drives Grey Ghost forward nonetheless.

As they fly, the air around them is hazy and thick. Luke keeps her sleeve over her nose and mouth. She is used to wind and rain rushing against her face, but smoke is a different beast altogether. It stings in her eyes, burns in her throat, seeps into her lungs and her bloodstream.

Heat lingers even after the fires have died and eaten everything away to ash. She feels it through her leathers.

Harrenhal is not out of place among this scorched wasteland. She sees the lake first, as vast as an ocean, black water glimmering under the sun’s early rays, splashes of white foam with the waves. In the centre is an island, so thick with trees she cannot see the ground underneath.

She feels unsettled, as though she is being watched. This must be the famed God’s Eye.

Standing over the water, shrouded in smoke and mist, is Harrenhal. She can see the path of Balerion’s fire through the five towers, where the stone is melted, twisted, and crumbled to ruins.

Harwin Strong once told her of the curse of Harrenhal, that every family who dared to hold it was doomed to meet a terrible end, and now her mother’s banners hang over the front gates. 

Caraxes lands on the lakeshore where Daemon waits for her to dismount. This is a place familiar to him. This is where he was when news came of Arrax’s demise above Shipbreaker Bay. This is where he gave the order to seek justice for the deaths of his daughters. He remained here while Rhaenys burned at Rook’s Rest, as the Triarchy sank the ship that carried his son, as the Velaryon Fleet held The Gullet, as Jace and Vermax were lost to quarrels and treacherous waters.

Now is not the time to unleash her anger, but Daemon has always had a way of seeing right through her.

He leads her up the slight slope to the gatehouse, into the castle itself. The soldiers they pass bear the sigils of the Freys and the Blackwoods, proud and powerful houses of the Riverlands. Unlike those they passed at Maidenpool, the men and women here look upon their Prince with reverence. Daemon, with Dark Sister by his side, his short, silver hair braided away from his face, looks nothing less than a force of nature, a warrior, a would-be-King, the kind of man to inspire fear from both his enemies and his allies.

And when the fearful eyes come to her, they become curious. It is a question that has haunted her all her life; what do they see when they look at her? A Velaryon, a Targaryen or a Strong? A Princess, an heir, or an outlier, an insult to custom and duty? Perhaps now they see what she has become.

She follows Daemon through quiet hallways, through archways and holes in the walls where there should be doors, until they come to a cavernous hall. The light hardly reaches through the glassless windows on the far side of the room, but she makes out arches and buttresses hundreds of feet high, hearths untouched for decades. On the walls there are carvings of the sigil of House Hoare, images of the sea, krakens and sea monsters, men bathing– or drowning, under the dim light of the braziers, the last remnants of the Iron Islanders who once made this their home.

In the centre of the hall, still quite a distance away, is a table, around which a man and two women are gathered. Candlelight flickers against their faces as she and Daemon approach.

A woman stands at the head of the table, studying a map of the Riverlands and the Crownlands. Her chestplate bears two sigils, one of a black toad, one of two, blue towers. Her hair is pulled tightly from her face. Despite the soft, round edges of her cheeks and jaw, there is a stern look about her, a sharpness in her eyes and the thin line of her mouth.

The man is young, dressed in armour, marked by the sigil of a weirwood surrounded by ravens. He has a head of curly black hair, to match the second woman, only hers reaches below her waist. She is breathtakingly beautiful, tall and broad, dressed in white and black with a red cloak hanging from her shoulders.

“Princess Lucerra,” Daemon says, ushering Luke to stand at the other end of the table, overlooking the Kingswood and the Rose Road past Tumbleton and Bitterbridge. “Lady Sabitha Frey, Lord Benjicot Blackwood of Raventree Hall, and Lady Alysanne Blackwood.”

Only now do they look at her, with the same curiosity that she is used to.

“What an honour it is to be acquainted with you, Princess,” Lady Sabitha says, stiffly.

The two Blackwoods bow their heads, and Lady Alysanne offers her a small smile.

“We are glad to have you join us, Prince Daemon,” says Lord Benjicot. 

Daemon hums in acknowledgement as he sets Dark Sister down on the table. “It seems a far more convenient base than Maidenpool,” he says, darkly.

A gust of wind howls in the distance. It is quiet, but with the echo through the hall it sounds monstrous and unnatural.

Lady Sabitha seems to have command of this gathering. Luke has heard rumours of Lady Frey’s character, most of them from Daemon. He says she is merciless and efficient. She finds she agrees with this assessment, but rather admires her for it. She has lost her husband in this war, and now her seat. The Twins, along with her son, have been taken by the Lannisters, who now block the road south.

“The Riverlands are loyal to you, Your Grace,” she says to Daemon, “but we have little chance of mustering more men than we have here.”

“What of the Tullys?” Luke asks.

Lady Alysanne sighs. “They cannot be relied upon. Elmo Tully would pledge their banners to the true Queen, but he will not act against Lord Grover’s wishes.”

“The Lord of Riverrun is as decisive as he is young and spritely,” Daemon says. “We cannot afford to wait for the old man to die while the Hightowers recover their strength.”

“But with Jason Lannister at the Twins, the Starks will have to fight through an army to reach us,” Alysanne says.

They fall into quiet, studying the map and the figures upon it, the hightower in the Reach, the stag at the edge of the Stormlands, the lion and the wolf to the north.

“And then there is the more pressing issue,” Lord Benjicot says darkly. 

Luke counts the dragons upon the map. Tessarion in the Reach; Moondancer at Dragonstone; Syrax, Vermithor, Silverwing, Seasmoke, Tyraxes and Dreamfyre at King’s Landing. Lady Sabitha moves Caraxes and Grey Ghost to Harrenhal. Two figures remain, a golden dragon for Sunfyre, kept at the edge of the map, and Vhagar, hovering over Pinkmaiden, seat of House Piper.

“He was last seen here?” Luke asks quietly, reaching out a finger, but stopping herself before she touches Vhagar’s figure.

“Not three days ago,” Benjicot says. He places the tip of his finger over Riverrun first. “He began his assaults here, after Harrenhal was abandoned. He won’t directly attack the Tullys, but he targeted the lands that surround them.” Then he traces east, over the towns along the River Road, marking Aemond’s warpath. 

“I went to Darry,” Daemon says, “by the time I got there, Vhagar was feasting on whole farms of sheep at the border of the Vale.”

“We think he might be seeking shelter here–” Lord Benjicot points to the mountain range that marks the border of the Westerlands. “Out of Prince Daemon’s reach, close enough to continue his attacks.”

“And he was not seen after Pink Maiden?” Luke says.

“He attacked at nightfall. Even with Vhagar’s size, it was impossible to tell where they went.”

Her eyes follow as he moves Vhagar’s figure to the mountains, and a heavy hand lands on her shoulder. The weight strains her neck.

“Perhaps I could ride out on Grey Ghost and search the mountains?” she says.

Daemon does not give the others a moment to consider. “I will not allow you to use yourself as bait.”

What is the difference? He would be happy for her to meet him in open battle, but not to seek him out as she had done with Daeron? 

She knows better than to test the patience of Daemon Targaryen, but her own has been wearing thin for far too long.

“And how else do you intend to find him?” she asks. “You have searched for Aemond for moons and to no avail. Do you expect him to come to us willingly?”

“He is proud enough to do so,” Daemon mutters.

“Then where is he? Why has he not sought you out?”

“Enough.” He does not need to shout. His anger is apparent enough for her to bow her head and listen in to the rest of the gathering in silence.

There is nothing for her in Harrenhal but death. 

She takes an abandoned servant’s quarters as a bedchamber, by the kitchens in Widow’s Tower, until Daemon tells her of the horror found in the crypt underneath.

Their bodies were left in the cellar, slaughtered within a cell, some simply run through, others slashed to shreds. There was no sense to it, no reason for Aemond to kill his prisoners or bring such a bloody end to House Strong– well, almost.

She wonders why he did it and how he can live with himself in the aftermath. He had not even spared the children. She pictures them cowering, helpless to watch as their family were picked off, one by one, before Aemond at last set his one, violet eye to them.

But Aemond kills because he is cruel, and soon that cruelty will be ended.

She cannot stay in the tower knowing what lies underneath. So she takes her sword and climbs the staircases, past empty chambers and passageways. She doesn’t know what she is expecting. Whatever was left of Ser Harwin or his belongings would have been removed years ago, and while Harrenhal may belong to his family, he always said he never felt at home here. She sees why for herself.

Her legs burn as she climbs higher, where the tower becomes decrepit. The stairways are treacherous now, she wonders if they might crumble under her boots and yet she carries on, passing rubble never cleared and gaps in the tower where the walls were lost to the Black Dread’s fire.

She comes to a bridge, high above the courtyard leading into the castle’s tallest tower, the Kingspyre. There are at least some signs of life in this part of the castle, servants, lit torches and hearths. 

She passes a chamber with a great oak door, adorned with carvings of sea creatures with grotesque faces, waves and ships, the three rivers of the Trident and, when she looks closely, pairs of eyes hidden amongst the images.

She expects it to be locked, but tries the handle, only for it to open, seamlessly and silently. 

It is a grand chamber, to be sure, perhaps intended for the Lord of the castle. There are no belongings in the room, no sign of ownership, and yet it is well kept. The sheets are clean, the logs of the hearth set and ready to be set alight It smells stale and stagnant, but not like the lingering smell of smoke found in the rest of Harrenhal. 

She hesitates, then smooths her palm over the bedsheets to find they are cold. This chamber must have been in use recently, but not recently enough to warrant immediate attention.

She wanders to the window, overlooking the courtyard, the gatehouse and the God’s Eye beyond the walls. The figures in the courtyard are distant but still distinct. Daemon’s silver hair is obvious as he stands with a woman. At first she mistakes her for Lady Alysanne; she is seemingly tall and slender with dark hair, but something about her posture is different, the way she tilts her head as she leans closer to Daemon.

The wind wails beyond the walls of the tower and for a moment it sounds soft, like a breath.

The woman turns her gaze up, to the very window Luke stands behind. She can make out the colour of her eyes– green, brighter and paler than Lady Alysanne’s. They must be truly striking at a ground level, because from here they are piercing. 

A sick feeling floods Luke’s stomach. She should not be here, not in this room, perhaps not even at Harrenhal, but she cannot find the courage to leave.

When she makes her way down the stairs of the tower and into the courtyard, Daemon and the woman are gone. Instead she finds the castle’s Godwood, following the small stream that runs through it, to the heart tree. 

The faces in the bark are nothing like those in King’s Landing. These faces are full of anguish, twisted, mouths open as if they are screaming, in pain or fury.

A chill slips down her spine and she knows she is being watched– not by the eyes in the tree. A footstep treads softly in the grass behind her. She turns her head over her shoulder, just enough for them to know she has heard them.

The footsteps are less careful now, unabashed in their approach. 

She sees a flash of dark hair, at first believing it to be Lady Alysanne, only to find herself disappointed, and then a little on edge.

It is the woman from the courtyard, the woman with unnaturally bright eyes.

“Do you often find yourself seeking the comfort of a weirwood, Princess?” she asks. Her voice is surprisingly low, rich and seductive. 

She never used to, but she seems to have noticed them more since they took King’s Landing. She passes the weirwood in the gardens of the keep, sees the image of one above her bed, finds her mind wandering to memories of afternoons she spent under the shelter of red leaves and her uncle’s arm as he read from a history book.

“What business of it is yours?” Luke says sharply.

The woman hums a low laugh and lets it fade to silence. 

Night is beginning to creep in. Beyond the walls of the castle, the sight of the sunset over the lake will be beautiful, a red sky over the water. She hears the waves and the wind as if she is standing on the shore.

“It is a terrible thing to lose one’s family,” the woman says, bringing her hands before her. Her dress is made of simple black fabric, with no patterns or distinctive embroidery, but the sleeves are long, draped over her hands and lined with green satin. 

Luke catches a piece of flesh between her teeth. “You have lost family in this war too?” she says, uncaring at her shortness.

The woman tilts her head. Luke watches her as she takes a step towards the tree, placing her palm against the white bark, beside one of the faces. “The family I have lost was never mine to begin with. In truth, I do not feel it,” she says.

A hollow feeling lodges itself in Luke’s chest and twists like a knife in an already fatal wound. She wishes she could say the same.

The woman drops her hand from the tree, and turns to her. “Do you feel your losses, Lucerra?”

The absence of her brothers becomes a little more subdued each day, but she still carries them with her, the memories, the pain of knowing that their deaths were anything but peaceful, and the burden Jace has left her with.

She was so fearless as a child, she realises. She was secure, the daughter of a Princess, the granddaughter of the King, with Aegon, Helaena, Aemond and Jace to guide her, protect her. But all of that is gone now, the life she used to enjoy, and she fears the things she used to love.

Tears prickle in her eyes, heavy and close to falling.

How much can the woman read from a single look from her eyes?

She steps forward to take Luke’s hands in hers. Her skin is rough and dry. She opens Luke’s palms, running a slender finger along the lines in her skin. “A powerful combination of blood flows through your veins,” she utters. “The blood of the dragon, and of the First Men.”

Daemon has taken heads for such an insinuation.

Luke raises her brow. “Do you question my legitimacy?” 

The woman scoffs. “ Laws are made by men, but we are made of flesh and blood alone. Legitimacy has no meaning in the natural order.”

“And yet without it, my position will never be secure,” Luke says.

The woman stares at her, amused or mocking, it is difficult to tell.

“It was not by right of birth that Aegon the Conqueror claimed rule of the Seven Kingdoms.”

She thinks of all the history lessons she used to sit through, never taking in a word. All the hours she would make Aemond read to her– did he hate her back then? Would he have refused her if he felt he had the choice? “No. But he won it, and had the strength to hold it.”

The woman hums. She runs her hand further up, to the thin, blue veins running along Luke’s wrist. She presses her thumb against her skin, letting the colour fade and run again.

Her harsh green eyes come to Luke’s. “Blood is unambiguous,” she whispers.

Why must it all come back to blood?

The woman seems to note some kind of change in Luke’s face, squinting her eyes and furrowing her brow just a little. What does she think she might find in the frightened and furious mind of hers?

“Helaena said something to me,” Luke utters before she can stop herself.

“She spoke of blood,” the woman says, assuredly.

There is a trail of blood. It flows to you. It ends with you.

Luke breathes slowly. She has tried to decipher Helaena’s words for weeks, moons even.

Her aunt used to mutter strange musings often, always to Aegon’s insistence that she was stupid and freakish. Jace’s stance was that he would not burden himself with things that did not make sense to him, and so she did the same.

Blood– blood she shares with her mother and the line of Kings that have come before them. Blood she shares with her brothers, with her father. Blood she shares with Helaena and her uncles. Blood spilled, lives ended or left in ruins. This war has seen too much of it already.

“What did she tell you, Princess?”

She whispers the words that have haunted her since she heard them, but where Helaena’s voice was gentle and wistful, she feels a tremble in her own throat. “There is a trail of blood. It flows to you. It ends with you.”

The woman frowns, keeping her gaze on Luke’s eyes as though the answer lies within her very soul. The longer she looks, the duller her eyes seem to become.

“What do you believe this means?” the woman asks.

Daemon says killing Aemond will end the war, or at least determine the outcome. Corlys says it will weaken their enemies, but give them cause to regather their strength. Her mother would say it is justice. 

Kill Aemond and the threat of Vhagar will be removed. What remains of the Riverlands will be spared, Daeron and Tessarion will stand alone. Then they need only wait for Cregan Stark to march south to secure their victory. 

It should all be so simple.

So why does she feel the wind running through her? Why does she feel so restless and furious that her body trembles and her nails press into her palms? Why does she hear the crashing of waves morphing into distance screams? Why does she feel so wrong?

The woman’s voice is perhaps the one thing that sounds true, clear and low. “Mercy is a weakness.”

She knows she has no reason to trust this woman, but the rage inside her tells her she is right. She may never know the number of men she has killed from atop her dragon, so what is one more? One more life lost, a fair exchange for what he has taken from her.

But it will be different to know the name of the man whose life she will claim, to know his face and his voice. To share his memories and his blood.

Mercy is a weakness– it sounds like something Daemon might say.

“What are you doing here?” The command in his voice as he approaches startles them both. Luke tears her eyes away from the woman, to the head of silver hair gleaming in twilight.

She begins to panic. Was she supposed to stay in the castle? The hour is getting late, perhaps he was concerned… but he doesn’t so much as look at Luke. His gaze is clearly on the woman.

“I was beginning to worry you might be dead,” he says.

The woman’s lips curl into a half smile. “I was spared by his Grace, the Prince Regent.”

Daemon scoffs, utterly unamused. Only then does he turn to Luke. “What poison are you inflicting on the poor girl?”

“Poison?” she echoes with a sly expression.

“That is your way, is it not, witch?”

This does not seem to phase the woman.

Daemon hums a short laugh, but his expression remains dark. “You were supposed to deliver my nephew to me…”

She hates this, not knowing the whole truth of what is happening around her, the secret devices and plots. The familiarity between Daemon and the woman is beginning to infuriate her, until her chest feels heavy with the weight of the breaths she takes to calm herself.

“...But by the sounds of it, it seems all you’ve succeeded in doing is keeping his cock wet.”

Suddenly her chest and stomach twist into a tight knot.

It is not an image she wants in her head, but it appears nonetheless. The woman standing before her is a beautiful one, and Aemond is a Prince, a warrior, hot-blooded and demanding when he wants to be.

Her imagination is vivid and visceral. She has felt his lips against hers, his breath on her skin, his hand tracing down the front of her gown and slipping beneath her skirts. She had almost expected him to take her fully that night, in the hidden corner of the Red Keep while their families failed to make amends. She often wonders if she should have let him.

Does he ever think about that night? What he did to her— what they did together, or was it all forgotten the moment he saw the pair of eyes bearing into her soul this very moment?

“He will come,” the woman says.

Daemon chuckles to himself. “For his paramour?”

Her piercing gaze falls once more to Luke. Her eyes are dark now and almost bloodthirsty. “He will come for what he believes he is owed.”

And so they wait. 

Thirteen days pass. Daemon marks each one with a slash of Dark Sister in the trunk of the heart tree in the Godswood. Each strike bleeds red sap.

She tries to make use of each day, but there are only so many arrows she can shoot into targets and tree trunks, only so many times she can sharpen her sword before she will damage the blade.

All the while there is no word of Aemond and no sightings of Vhagar. Whenever she gathers in the great hall with Daemon, Sabitha Frey and the Blackwoods, she scours the map as if she will somehow know where to find him.

Daemon refuses to let her ride Grey Ghost, not even to circle the lake. He says the risk is too great, but since when did he ever burden himself with risks? 

This castle was built on blood and is haunted by the Stranger. In another life Harrenhal might have been her home, but she fears she may not be able to stay here much longer. Her sanity cannot bear it.

She tries to find a new chamber to sleep in each night, but rest never comes easily. When she wakes she recalls dreams of the lake. In these dreams, she does not walk along the shore or try to find her way back to the castle. She lies against the pebbled beach, her head cradled in scaly limbs, a longing for blood in her belly and an ominous feeling that keeps her grounded.

Search for him and he will find you.

Luke rises with the sun. From the battlements, she can see Daemon in the godswood, carving his fourteenth strike into the weirwood tree. To the lakeshore she makes out the shape of her slumbering dragon. Grey Ghost blends in almost perfectly with the morning mist, until she spots one of his yellow eyes, wide and bright enough to spot from the castle.

She retreats to her little bedchamber in the Tower of Dread, tucks herself under the bedsheet, rough and scratchy with age, and shuts her eyes.

She stares back at the castle, and knows she will be safe within its walls— for now at least.

Her body is not her own, but she settles in it. This is not a brief moment of madness as with Tessarion. This feels like an extension of her dreams, something natural and familiar. Her movements are deliberate as she rises and spreads her wings.

She leaves Harrenhal behind, darting up towards the sky with all the speed she can gather, until the lake and the lands around Harrenhal are set out before her.

Aemond has not followed a particular path, so it stands to reason his hiding place may not be where she expects it to be. He could be in the mountains southwest of Pinkmaiden, or he could be somewhere else entirely. 

If he has not been seen since then, perhaps he is somewhere more isolated.

By the time the sun has reached its peak in the sky, she has flown over most of the western Riverlands, over Raventree Hall, Acorn Hall, Pinkmaiden and Stone Mill. She can see she is approaching Riverrun, the seat of the Tullys. They do not fly any banners, and yet their men are gathered and preparing for war. 

Where to then? Along the Red Fork to the Trident, to the mountains that border The Vale? Or over Whispering Wood, where the mountains meet the sea along Ironman’s Bay?

Intinstic drives her north with a swift beating of her wings. 

A swirl of storm clouds looms over the Iron Islands, but the rain has yet to reach the mainland. A fearsome wind threatens to blow her off course and below her the waves beat against the base of the cliffs, crashing and roaring against the rock with flurries of white foam. Grey Ghost does not fear the sea and for now, neither does she.

She flies high, sweeping her eyes along the slivers of shoreline that have not been claimed by the tide, searching for any sign of another dragon, a nest, a charred carcass of an animal. That’s when she hears a growl, like a rumble of thunder, echoing through the air as if the very sky seeks to unleash its fury. 

Vhagar rises from her hiding place, half-buried in damp sand and the rest of her hide blending in with the rock. She feels the heat coursing through her blood when the dragons meet each other’s eyes, the fire rising in her gut, the urge to sink her teeth and talons into flesh.

But she looks up to the clifface, to the figure standing on an overhang. His sapphire eye gleams through the dull daylight, the ends of his silver hair drift with the wind and the beating of her wings.

Aemond.

He knows what Grey Ghost’s presence means, she can see it in his face, the awe and the anger. She would be a fool to think he would feel anything else.

He will come for what he believes he is owed.

And what of the debt he owes her now?

When does it end?

When she opens her eyes her skin is drenched in sweat. She tosses the sheet off her body and hurries to dress herself in her riding leathers. Grey Ghost will fly swifter than Vhagar, but she needs every second she can claim. With her boots pulled over her feet and her sword on her hip, she yanks the door open, sprinting through the halls and the courtyard. She doesn’t stop when some of the soldiers stare at her in confusion, or when Lady Alysanne tries to stop her and ask what’s wrong. She couldn’t answer them if she tried.

She feels her heart beating at all her pulse points, the wind slicing over her skin, the howling of the wind coming off the lake. 

Daemon is in the Godswood, under the heart tree, resting his hands on the hilt of Dark Sister. He turns to face her as she approaches. 

She is breathless, but her voice has never sounded clearer. “He’s coming.”

“How?”

How did he know to come? How do you know?

“I saw it,” she says.

Daemon frowns. In fairness, she herself would not trust such a vague answer. 

She follows him back to the courtyard. The castle is in a panic now; the men are restless. Daemon fetches something from the armoury, a bow and a quiver of arrows. They are slim, not enough to pierce the hide of the dragon, but enough to shoot through the flesh of a man.

“Remember everything he has taken from you,” he says before he hands them to her. “Aemond may share your blood, but he is not one of us.”

She nods, and fastens them over her back.

Grey Ghost flies over the castle as the sun begins to set.

Luke and Daemon both know what they must do. She joins her dragon, hiding amongst a line of trees on the eastern shore of the lake, while Daemon waits in the open, and calls for Caraxes. 

From the shadows of the trees, she watches the sky turn from blue, to gold, to red. 

A shape flies before the sun and for a moment the world goes black. 

She has never forgotten the fear she felt when she heard Vhagar’s call at Storm’s End, as she saw her shape through the clouds and stared into her open jaws. That same fear ripples through her body and makes her blood run cold, but she does not shy from it.

A thousand voices cry out in her head. Screams of the men she condemned to burn. Cries of anguish and mourning. Raised voices, calls for justice and retribution.

Mercy is a weakness. She finds herself wishing the world had more mercy.

But one voice appears clearer than the rest.

Blood– her heart in her chest.

Blood– the sky through the branches, illuminating the lake.

Blood. Blood she shares with Kings, Princes and dragons.

She has seen Aemond’s blood before and felt it against her skin. She is sure she will see it and feel it again before the night has reached its end.

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One More? Please? - G.S.

Synopsis. A kiss always solves everything! But when a kiss turns into something more…well, it’s only a desperate attempt to unseal yourselves from this damned prison realm, right? Right?

Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected, coworkers to lovers, being stuck in that damn box, oral (female), mutual másturbation, spitting, fáce-sítting, máting press, Satoru is down bad for you, chóking, overstim, multiple rounds, créampie, pet names (sweetheart), swearing.

Word count. 4.4k

A/N. Happy belated two months to this blog! Concept inspired by this post by @kingkonoha.

“Maybe we should kiss and see if the box opens?”

“That’s the dumbest fucking thing to ever come out of your mouth.”

“Hey- it works in the movies! True love’s kiss and all-”

You heave out a heavy sigh that makes even the skeleton at your shoulder shake its head in pity. Goddamn, if these curses weren’t going to kill him then you will. 

“I take it back. That’s the dumbest fucking thing to ever come out of your mouth.”

Satoru hooks a thumb over his blindfold to gaze at you with mock seriousness. Oh, how the mighty have fallen - and how you were teetering dangerously close to a stroke with each dramatic bat of his long lashes.

“C’monnn~” he whines, with the flair of someone that was not sealed in an inescapable prison, “Don’t tell me that in all these years you��ve never once been at least a little tempted to kiss me, sweetheart.” 

“I’d rather kiss that dusty skull.” Shooting him a pointed look that makes even the skulls at your feet recoil. It would almost be hilarious if it wasn’t for the fact that you were trapped. In the prison realm. With Gojo Satoru of all people. Possibly forever.

Shit, is this karma for all those times you ditched Satoru with Nanami instead of dealing with him yourself?

Now, Satoru might be going about it with the subtlety of a sledgehammer, but just a few minutes ago when his life flashed before his very eyes at the mere sight of Suguru - or at least, the monster wearing his body - he’d expected some of his favorite memories to be the ones with you in it. 

You - his lil’ coworker - in all your gorgeous, smart-mouthed glory. And maybe if he was lucky, he even expected a couple glimpses of you in his future. Preferably with a giant rock on your finger.

But that’s a story for another time, what he certainly did not expect was for your stupidly heroic (and quite beautiful) ass to jump right in the middle of the prison realm’s ensnarement. 

Although, honestly, right now he doesn’t think he’d want to be locked up in here with anyone but you - and that withering glare you send him. 

Undeterred, Satoru has the audacity to throw his head back and laugh. Laugh. A sound you’ve come to realize over the years, as innocent as it sounds, does not bode well for you or your sanity. 

A sanity that’s been slowly dwindling since your first day of meeting Satoru. Back then, a brash, cocky new teacher that waltzed into the halls of Jujutsu Tech in those pretentious sunglasses like he owned the place. 

Well, not that he was any different right now. Lounging over some disgruntled skeletons, you half-expected him to pull out a deck chair and start sunbathing amidst the bones. Your begrudging coworker - and occasional bane of your existence - seemed right at home. 

You, however, were decidedly not having the time of your life. 

“I swear, you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” you grumble, wincing at the bones prodding you from almost every angle. 

“Can you blame me?” he hums, now fully tugging down his blindfold to hang around his neck, “It’s not every day I get to spend quality time with my favorite person in the world.”

You scoff, strangely self-conscious as those striking blue sweep your figure from head to toe. “Lucky me. Well why don’t you spend this quality time helping me figure out how the hell we can get out of here.”

“I already told y-”

“Anything but that.”

With a sulky huff, Satoru peers down at you, “Then we just wait till someone gets us out of here. I’m sure Megumi-chan is just tearing his emo hair out trying to unseal this thing.”

“...”

“You’re absolutely correct, Yuji then. Or…” he tilts his head towards a sad pile of bones, “We end up like our little friend over there. Though I’d make a far better looking skeleton-”

You don’t hear the rest of Satoru’s rant over the small noise of concern that falls from your lips. Something hot and prickly pooling in your stomach at the fact that yes you really were stuck in the prison realm with Gojo Satoru. Possibly forever. And no this wasn’t some strange dream like when you and Shoko accidentally raided the wrong brownie box in the kitchen.

Shit. 

And perhaps it showed on your face, because you’re jolted out of your reverie by warm fingers intertwining with yours. Grounding. Satoru’s eyes now searching yours with an intensity that made you squirm uncomfortably. 

“Hey, we’ll figure this out, okay?” he mutters softly. “Remember that time we accidentally set the training ground on fire?” leaning in closer now, “Or that mission we got chased by that cursed vending machine?”

You roll your eyes, a reluctant smile tugging at the corners of your lips despite yourself. “Yeah, and then you nearly got us killed trying to order a sweet tea. ”

Satoru chuckles, squeezing your hand reassuringly. “See? It worked out, didn’t it? It always does, sweetheart.” 

And if your heart does a strange little lurch, well, then you just blame it on the femur jabbing into your side. 

All is quiet in your little hell. That is, until.

“Hey, Satoru…does kissing really work in the movies?” 

You barely catch the way Satoru’s breath hitches ever-so-slightly as he leans in closer. eyes sparkling with mischief. And oh you knew that look - one that was usually accompanied by a lecture by Yaga, one that sent shivers down your spine. He grins, “Well, there’s only one way to find out, hm?”

Embarrassment and amusement bubbles inside you, tumbling out in the form of a barely-audible, “A peck. One.”

“Awww. Eight?”’

“No.”

“Five?”

“Satoru.”

Minty breath fanning your face, “Okay okay, one peck and a kiss to your forehead. C’mon, it’s a bargain~”

Pinching your nose, you sigh out a weary, “This is so stupid. Fine, but if it doesn’t work then I’m strangling you.”

And it’s all that is said before his lips are on yours.  

Soft. Satoru’s lips were so soft. And he tasted so unfairly of caramel apples and sweet, sweet mischief. Just like him. Feather-light and fleeting - yet the kiss burns into your brain with an intensity that you strangely didn’t mind.

It’s over before you know it. The cold air hits your lips as Satoru’s words ring in your ears, a disappointed little, “Aw, that didn’t work.”

Barely even risking a glance at the still very sealed realm, your body reacts before your mind - the expensive cotton of his uniform collar soft against your fingers as you pull Satoru towards you with a sense of urgency you can’t quite explain.

And then you’re kissing him. And he’s kissing you because shit this is all that Satoru’s been dreaming about since he turned 23 and suddenly realized that oh you were frighteningly everything that he ever wanted. 

“S-Satoru,” you whisper, breathless against his lips. 

“Shhhh, my girl. One more. Didn’t work.” 

His lips are searing on yours. Urgent and greedy, because fuck if it took getting trapped in the prison realm to finally kiss you then God knows when he’ll be able to again. 

Which is why he breathes you in like he doesn’t have enough time, and probably never will - even in this godforsaken box where time never passes. 

“Shit. O-one more.”

Drinking in your sweet gasps as he intertwines his tongue with yours, tasting how sinfully delicious you were. Satoru’s hands wander the expanse of your body, cupping your head to kiss you deeper, snaking down to squeeze your ass - and everything in between. 

Pulling away ever-so-slightly with a playful bite to your bottom lip, he leaves a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck. The disappointed whine that leaves your pretty mouth makes all the blood in Satoru’s body rush to his cock. 

“Sweetheart.” he grunts into the crook of your neck, lips ghosting over your racing pulse. “Y’think I kissed the wrong lips?”

Oh? 

Satoru’s words send a jolt of electricity running down your spine - all the way down to your heated cunt. “W-what?” you managed to choke out, cheeks flaring as he raises his eyes to meet yours and-

Oh.

Oh, shit. If the curses weren’t going to kill you then Satoru sure might. 

You’re snapped out of your thoughts by Satoru carefully jostling the two of you so that he’s lying on his back, your body manhandled to straddle his pretty face. 

“Satoru, when you mean ‘wrong lips’...here?” you trail off, still reeling from him and the abrupt change in position and him. 

“Exactly what I mean,” he chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest and vibrating beneath your dripping cunt. “Now, spread ‘em wider f’me. Let me taste you- Need it s’bad.”

Body moving as if on autopilot, your knees part wider to let him greedily take in the sight of your soaked panties. Beads of slick seeping through the thin fabric each time his hot breath meets your cunt. 

But not for long - the cool air hits you before you realize what’s happening. Because Satoru is ripping your flimsy panties off with one hand. Throwing it behind to God-knows-where with the urgency of a madman. 

“Shit, so wet f’me already.” he groans, mouth watering at the obscene sight of you clenching around nothing. “S’gorgeous. You really are perfect everywhere, huh?” he mutters through lazy, languid kisses along your thighs. Tongue darting out just so to leisurely trace circles along the heated skin. 

Strong arms wrap around your thighs, the stretch nothing with the two long fingers spreading your swollen folds apart. Your face burns from just how adoring Satoru looks below you.

You buck into his touch, “Hngh- Please. Wan’ your mouth on me.”

And perhaps the great Gojo Satoru decided to be merciful for once in his life, because without another word, he’s surging forward. Tongue flicking out to tease your sloppy entrance, pooling your juices before tipping his head back, back, back to let it slide down his throat so sinfully.

Shit, Satoru could just cum in his pants right now, of course you taste heavenly. Better than he could’ve ever imagined on any lonely night. 

You shudder as he flattens his tongue across your folds, sliding teasingly between them, grazing your swollen clit just barely at an unhurried rhythm that almost has Satoru forgetting where he was. But quite frankly, he couldn’t give less of a fuck about it either.

“This what you wanted, sweetheart?” he hums around your clit, the vibrations making you squeal. Sucking gently, tongue rolling harshly against your bundle of nerves, over and over- “Cause it’s what I’ve been wanting for years.”

The words ring in your ears almost as much as the lewd squelches below. Years?

“F-fuck- feels hngh- What do you mean y-years, Satoru?” 

Oh, Satoru thinks he could pass out just at the way you whine out his name so prettily. Eyes rolling to the back of his head, a hand hastily snaking down to unbuckle his pants. “Mhmm~ Couldn’t go a day without sparring with you where I didn’t think of bending you over and tasting you right there y’know.”

Your eyes snap down to meet Satoru’s hazy, half-lidded ones. Something dark and feral shining within them. And right now, thighs wrapped around his head, you don’t think he’s ever looked happier. White locks splayed out, a fucked-out expression on his face as his tongue bullies past your folds, you could feel the slight smile curling his lips against you. 

It’s overwhelming - both his confession and the way Satoru was making out with your cunt like a man starved.

Nose-deep in your pussy, tongue alternating between its abuse on your throbbing clit and dipping in and out of your sloppy hole at a maddening pace. Mouth only speeding up ruthlessly at the way you convulse and grind involuntarily on top of him.

God, Satoru was going insane at the way your walls were sucking him up so good, clamping down with each push of his tongue. 

“Shit- made jus’ f’me. You like that, don’t you?” he growls against your cunt, voice hoarse with desire. “Like fucking my face with your pussy?”

“Oh! Ngh, yes Satoru- L-love it-”

A bruising grip on your hips, encouraging you to rock against his face. Harder. Tongue more desperate. He couldn’t get enough. Meeting your every grind, tongue lapping at your cunt so obscenely. 

Breaths ragged and hot against your cunt, drinking you in with the desperation of a man that wouldn’t mind giving up air for your essence. And it was Satoru - of course he wouldn’t mind.

Especially with the large hand snaking up your thigh, going from drawing reassuring patterns at your hips to rubbing tight, little circles on your pulsing clit. Hasty, and urgent - like he had no time to waste. “Tha’s right, my girl. Give it up for me,”

Every cell in your body is on fire, every nerve ending singing with pleasure at the way Satoru plays your body like an instrument. 

“M’close, Satoru- Hah- s’close.” you moan breathlessly, a hand tangling in his soft strands. Using it as leverage to ride Satoru’s pretty face just the way you like it.

But you didn’t have to - because Satoru seems to already know exactly what to do. Exactly how to quirk his tongue just right to brush against all your most sensitive spots. Exactly how to match the rhythm of his abuse on your clit to the way he was tonguefucking you into delirium. Exactly how to look at you with such a hungry expression that devours you almost as much as his mouth. 

“Cum f’me, sweetheart.”

Satoru didn’t even have to ask. Because you’re cumming with a strangled gasp of his name. White-hot pleasure coursing through you like lightning, body trembling as you cum all over Satoru’s pretty face. 

Hands moving your limp, boneless hips across his face, forcing you to ride out peak after peak on his red lips.

As the blood roaring in your ears bates, and you blink back your vision, the first thing you see are those familiar blue eyes gazing up at you. Holding you steady, lips brushing gentle kisses along your inner thighs. 

Oh, how beautiful he was like this.

“S-S’toru?” you mewl, still sensitive from your orgasm as Satoru shifts underneath you to sit you prettily in his lap.

“Mhm?” he nuzzles your neck.

“One more. It didn’t work.”

Oh, if you knew the only way to shut up Gojo Satoru was to say something like this then you would’ve done it a lot sooner. 

But Satoru’s stunned silence doesn’t last for long, because he grins, low and sultry, “You’re right. It didn’t work.”

The metallic clinking of a belt echoes in the stuffy chamber as Satoru hastily pushes down his pants. Cock springing free to hit his lower abs, “What a shame.”

You blink at the sheer size of him - he was going to split you in two. It was unfair, really. Water is wet. Gojo Satoru has a big dick. 

But oh was he pretty - so pretty.  Prominent veins glistening in the dim lighting, fat tip flushed your favorite shade of delicate pink, leaking furiously in between your thighs.

Gulping, you reach out to wrap your hand around his achingly hard cock. So warm and heavy in your hands. “Y-yeah, what a shame.”

Both of you watch - entranced - at the way he twitches in your grasp at the mere sound of your voice. A maddening little bump! bump! bump! against your palm as you begin pumping him slowly - so agonizingly slow. 

“Oh- Feel s’good, sweetheart.” Satoru hisses lowly as you swipe at the precum beading at this head. Thumbing teasingly under his sensitive slit, tracing delicately along his veins. 

And by God does it do something to you to see the great Gojo Satoru falling apart for you, hair tousled, lips kiss-bitten, and eyes looking at you like he wanted to positively eat you alive. It made your cunt throb so desperately, slick forming a dark wet patch on his trousers. 

Not one to be left behind, his long fingers deftly snake down to your dripping cunt. Not wasting any time before bullying his fingertips past your swollen folds, curling expertly to press down against that one spot that has your fist faltering on his cock. Hard. 

Pretty little moans left your lips at the way Satoru so easily matches your pace. Thrusting knuckle-deep into your pussy in and out - hitting that spot over and over.

“Shit, Toru- s’deep inside me. I’m- hngh-”

Satoru was in heaven, really. You were so warm and wet around both his fingers and his throbbing cock. 

Only two thoughts running through his mind right now - 1. He was right, your hands were softer and more sinfully delicious around his swollen cock. And 2. The hardest battle he’s ever fought was probably right now - at your mercy, trying not to spill all over your hands because he’d be damned if he finally scored the girl and came in two seconds.

Shit, he thinks fingers almost erratic now, he needs you to cum. Right now. 

As if sensing his urgency, your moves become more frantic, Satoru’s brows furrowing at the way you increase your pace. His hips twitch, as if trying to thrust into your fist. matching your pace as you start stroking him harder, faster. 

Ah, but alas, the great Gojo Satoru’s reputation precedes him. 

“Oh, fuck- M’gonna-” And soon enough, you’re seeing stars behind your eyes - or maybe those were tears - as you cum. Hard. 

Body moving before your mind, you’re clenching around Satoru’s fingers, grinding down so ferally as you edge him closer and closer. “C’mon, Toru. One more, right?” you whisper brokenly, lips ghosting his ear.

Breath coming in short, strained gasps of what sounded like your name now, “Oh- fuck ngh- so close.” he warns, voice hoarse. “If you keep doing that, I won’t be responsible for what happens next.”

You smirk, raising a brow, “Is that a threat, Satoru?”

Willing his fucked-out eyes open, they bore into yours as he utters, “No, ah- it’s a p-promise.”

Without warning, Satoru clasps your wrists, forcing you to stop pumping him. The disappointed mewl threatening to spill from your lips is cut off just as your back hits the ground.

Slam!

You think you could almost get whiplash from how swiftly Satoru had you caged and splayed out so shamefully beneath him. 

You whine, “But you didn’t even get to-”

“Fuck, not now. Gotta feel you or else m’gonna cum so embarrassingly all over your fist.” He rests his throbbing erection laid out so enticingly across your stomach, leaking hot precum onto your skin. And that makes you shut up, eyes mapping where it ended and realizing that yeah, you might’ve faced more mercy with the curses outside of this box. “Besides. One more, right?”

And before you can respond, Satoru’s spitting on you once. Twice. Thrice.

You flinch as the wads of saliva hit your dripping cunt, mixing with your slick so obscenely as Satoru smears it across your swollen folds. Your mouth drops into a soft oh! of disbelief as he promptly pops his thumb into his mouth, groaning at the taste. 

“Shit.” Satoru hisses lowly, “One more might just not be enough.”

Not wasting a moment longer, he’s bullying his throbbing cock into your snug cunt. Head thrown back as your plush walls desperately try to accommodate his size.

“Oh. Oh shit hah- should’ve been locked up here ngh- sooner.” he groans, words straight from his cock. “Feel s’heavenly around m-me.” Because God Satoru thinks he wouldn’t even mind staying here for the rest of his life if it meant he got to have you like this.

You moan at the positively delicious stretch of your pussy, plush walls unable to decide between pushing him out and milking the soul out of him. “Hah- Toru s’too big. I can’t-” 

“You will.” he grits out, teeth clenched and brows furrowed as he focuses on letting you adjust. Pressing inch by fucking inch. Eyes rolling to the back of his head as he fights that feral part of himself that just wants to plunge into your pretty pussy till his tip kisses your cervix, and you’re drunk on nothing but his cock.

But he didn’t have to - because you’re immediately wrapping your legs around his toned waist, pulling Satoru to you recklessly until his heavy balls smack your ass. Tufts of snowy white hair - already so wet with your slick and his precum - finally meeting your cunt.

“Ah! Shit, s’full Toru.” you keen, body bowing into his.

There’s not even a hair's breadth between your bodies now as Satoru chuckles darkly. “You little minx. Thought you couldn’t handle me, but you really wanted to be split apart on my cock, huh?”

You feel almost shy under his gaze as you mumble out a quiet little, “Well you did say one more.”

Ah, Satoru thinks deliriously, if you aren’t Mrs. Gojo by the time you two get out of this then there’s seriously something wrong with him. 

But he doesn’t tell you that. Instead with a satisfied smirk, he claims your lips in a searing kiss, sucking your tongue so lewdly as he did with your cunt. Parting for only a second before pressing his lips to yours again. And again. And again, as if it hurt to part.

“Mhm. Always wanted to do this, sweetheart.” he hums against your pretty lips. “Fuck ever since you hah- walked in on that first day.” 

Kissing you sweetly with a tenderness that doesn’t translate to his hips as pulls back, back, back. All the way till his angry, hard tip was just grazing your sloppy entrance. “One more.”

Body moving before his mind, his hips start fucking into your dripping cunt recklessly. Satoru doesn’t fuck you with the finesse he imagined he would all these years, rough, harsh thrusts fueled by pure need and all the desperation from these last few years.

In one, fluid movement, the burn of the stretch hits you before the realization that Satoru has thrown your legs over his sculpted shoulders. 

“Ah- So good, Toru. Oh my god- hah-” you mewl at the change in angle. His pulsing dick expertly hitting that one spot inside you which has your words slurring together, body arching off the floor to press so impossibly close against him. 

And, well, Satoru isn’t any better - because he’s slamming his cock into you mindlessly. Hitting that spot over and over. 

With one hand, he caresses your stomach. Whispering out a ragged, “Feel me inside? Feel me right…” Pressing his palm down hard, “Here.”

The other forces you to look up at him, drinking in your whines of “Yes yes yes, can feel you s-so deep hngh- inside me, Toru.” 

You’re so cockdrunk and full of Satoru that you barely notice the hands groping their way down your body. Catching harshly on your swollen clit, starting to draw, quick, frenzied circles that match the cadence of his hips smacking into yours. 

“Look at me.” he murmurs raspily, “Open your mouth.”

And you can do nothing but take it, tongue lolling out so lewdly for the warm stream of spit that hits it. Once. Twice. 

You look up at him with teary eyes, as you take it all -  anything and everything he was giving. And it makes Satoru bow his head with a fucked-out groan, cock twitching so animalistically as it keeps plunging inside you roughly. Deft fingers on your clit becoming more desperate.

Harder. Faster. Balls squeezing so painfully. Like a lamb to slaughter, he was going to eat you up - and you were going to let thim.

You squeal at the overstimulation, hips bucking up for more more more-

“God, sweetheart, you don’t know what you do to me.” he moans, voice strained with desire and the euphoria of getting everything he’s wanted for so long. It was driving him insane. “Now c’mon. One more. Give me one more like my good girl.”

“Hngh- yes- Toru!”

You don’t even know what “one more” means anymore - all you do know is that you’re cumming and cumming all around Satoru’s unforgiving cock. Walls fluttering so snugly, your body convulses as you cream around his cock. Nails dragging down the expanse of his sculpted back, Satoru’s name leaving your bruised lips and into the heady air like a prayer every time his tip kisses your cervix. His new favorite melody.

And that seems to be what makes him snap as well - because with a final, sloppy thrust, he’s painting your walls such a sinful white. Pumping thick, hot ropes of his cum into your quivering cunt. 

“Shit- yeah, my girl. Take it. Take it all f’me.” Satoru shudders above you, head thrown back, chest heaving as he fucks you through your high. Movements nothing more than shallow, mindless little thrusts to get you both off so animalistically. 

It was so fucking filthy - and exactly what you needed so badly. He was exactly what you needed so badly. 

Now, Satoru only had to take one look as you use him so obscenely for your pleasure - eyes dazed, drool trickling down the corner of your mouth - before he thinks he might just cum again. And again. And again until he physically couldn’t anymore.

But first…

Pulling out of your heavenly pussy with a lewd pop! His long fingers delicately collects the mixture of slick and cum now gushing out of you obscenely. 

Aw, what a waste, Satoru muses as it pools below you sinfully. If it was up to him he wouldn’t waste a single drop from your pretty cunt. 

But no matter. 

Abruptly, Satoru bullies two fingers into your mouth - forcing you to taste yourself, to taste him. Pressing right at the back of your tongue in a way that has you choking and gagging around him, teary eyes just begging up at him. Perfect - you were so perfect for him. 

Kissing your forehead with a tenderness that doesn’t match his actions, he hums, faux innocence lacing his words, “What a shame, the box didn’t open yet.”

And oh does he love the excitement lighting up your exhausted eyes. Pretty thighs twitching underneath him as a slow, fucked-out little smile curls your lips. 

“One more? Please?”

A/N. Plagiarism not authorized.

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[jahayla-parker]

Karma : Kaz Brekker x Reader Series

Part 1

For full warnings, descriptions, and other parts, see series masterlist here.

2.1k wc

Kaz squinted his eyes as he gave y/n a grave stare. He willed himself to wait a few more minutes in silence, hoping she’d open up and explain the cause behind her condition. Kaz was painfully aware that it had already been five minutes since she’d arrived and hadn’t so much as acknowledged him. He had watched in wrathful anticipation as y/n had tried to slide in under the radar. But, unbeknownst to her, y/n’s presence never went unnoticed by Kaz. Especially not right now when she had come in wearing a dazed expression, her hands trembling, and being uncharacteristically silent when she entered the room.

Upon not getting any explanation from y/n, Kaz sighed lowly. He ran his gloved hands down the sides of his pants as he rose from his desk. Kaz grabbed his cane and used its support to quickly make his way to y/n. When Kaz was within only a few feet of y/n’s tense body as she perched on the windowsill of his office, he cleared his throat. “You’re shaking,” Kaz murmured when y/n’s head shifted slightly at the sound.

“Huh?” Y/n asked absentmindedly, staring out of the cracked pane of Kaz’s window. She was seated parallel to the window with her legs tucked against her chest and arms around the top of her knees. Through the dirty window, Y/n was counting how many crows were flocking around the business across the street. Or, that had been her plan. If anyone asked y/n how many there were, she wouldn’t actually be able to answer as her mind was elsewhere.

Kaz cautiously moved closer, his steps slow as to not spook y/n. But, now that he’d at least let her hear his voice coming from nearby, he hoped that would be less likely. Kaz delicately tapped the end of his cane against the sole of y/n’s scuffed black boot to get her attention.

When y/n finally turned towards Kaz, he repeated his concern, “you’re shaking”. Kaz licked his lips, “what’s wrong?”. He watched as y/n took in his words and processed them, waiting to give him an answer. It wasn’t unusual for her to think things through before speaking, but Kaz could tell she was having a harder time doing so right now. Whatever had happened between the last time he’d seen y/n and now had clearly caused her mind to slow down.

“Nothing,” y/n lied, her voice lifeless. She faked a smile as she looked at Kaz. “I’m fine,” y/n protested, shrugging her shoulders to add to her lie.

Kaz lifted an eyebrow at y/n knowingly. But, he let it fall from his face when he took in the way her hands were still shaking. Even as y/n tried to pull herself together enough to cover up her predicament, Kaz could see her nerves were resisting. So, as much as Kaz hated being told even a small white lie, he knew this wasn’t personal. Rather, he suspected it was y/n trying to guard herself from further scrutiny.

That didn’t mean Kaz was going to let it go though. Rather, Kaz was even more determined to get to the bottom of this now. Y/n wasn’t an open book to many people, but after Kaz had discovered her scars and learned of the associated trauma a few years back, the two could talk without an emotional barrier between them. So, something major must have happened to cause y/n to be resorting to this type of response to Kaz’s line of questioning.

“No,” Kaz retorted, his gravely voice intentionally quiet so that it wouldn’t sound like he was angry. Which he wasn’t; at least not at y/n. “You are not fine,” Kaz pointed out simply, leaning against the wall beside her feet at the edge of the windowsill. “Answer me,” he demanded in a (at least when it came to speaking to/with others) uncharacteristically polite tone.

Y/n’s wandering eyes moved from Kaz’s focused attention to the dust that had collected along the crack in his window. She sheepishly picked at the buildup with her thumbnail. Y/n could still feel Kaz’s expectant eyes on her so she whispered, “noth-“.

Kaz shifted his jaw, closing his eyes for a moment to keep his composure. If she were anyone else, Kaz wouldn’t have even cared, much less have kept himself from snapping at them for not answering his question the way he was now. But, this was y/n, and Kaz not only cared, he’d never reacted in such a harsh way to her. Kaz didn’t want to accidentally start behaving that way now despite his frustration over this change in their dynamic.

“Y/n, you’ve never come back from a task looking like this,” Kaz stated matter of factly. He tried to soften his gaze as she shifted her gaze away from the window and over to him. “If you don’t tell me what caused this,” he began, voice calm, “I’ll find out for myself”.

Y/n’s emotionless eyes narrowed faintly at Kaz. “How are you going to do that?” she asked in a whisper.

Kaz dared to take a step closer to y/n. He analyzed her body language in response to his movement to determine if he needed to retract the step. Kaz realized y/n was okay with it, or perhaps hadn’t noticed the slight difference. “However I have to,” Kaz vowed confidently.

Y/n sighed as she saw Kaz’s expression. She knew that look. Not only was he serious about looking into this himself if needed, Kaz would do whatever he had to do to find the answer. Y/n had to accept that he’d know the cause of her behavior one way or another.

Kaz waited silently as he watched y/n bite her bottom lip. He could tell she was going to explain to him what was going on, he just needed to give her a moment to collect her thoughts. So, Kaz let his eyes rest casually, dropping their normal intense gaze and focus for a more calm appearance as he waited.

Y/n sighed loudly as she turned back to the window again. She frowned as she noticed most of the crows had flown away, leaving only one sad looking crow behind. She couldn’t help but see herself in that abandoned bird in this moment. “I hate that I still get like this,” y/n confessed, glancing down at her trembling hands that still hadn’t steadied.

Kaz pursed his lips and nodded slowly. “Over what?” He asked.

Y/n glanced over at Kaz. Her eyes were starting to water despite the fear they showed underneath. Y/n took a shaky breath as she held eye contact with Kaz, watching as the realization hit him. She knew she didn’t have to say it, and she appreciated that tremendously in this tense moment.

Kaz stiffened, his hand tightening around his cane. “You saw him?” He questioned, voice disdainful. Kaz’s desire for vengeance was instantaneously boiling inside of him as he asked the rhetorical question. He knew the answer was yes; there was nothing else that could make his strong and confident girl behave like this.

Y/n nodded. Her body quivered as the image of his face from earlier today flashed before her eyes again. Y/n hated that she was reacting like this after all this time. But, she couldn’t help the way her body responded to being in his presence again; in Ketterdam no less. This was her safe space, her sanctuary, and his presence threatened that.

“Where?” Kaz’s growl pulled y/n from her anxious thoughts. She shook her head as she shifted her lips and nose around to keep from tearing up more. “Doesn’t matter,” y/n answered in a defeated voice. She’d already accepted that her sanctuary, her freedom, and her confidence were over now.

Kaz’s groan echoed vibratingly from deep in his throat. “Yes it does,” he snapped. Kaz sighed as he saw the distant look in y/n’s eyes. Kaz slowly moved towards her until he was standing directly beside her head. “Yes, it does,” he said in a much softer manner. “Where?” Kaz inquired again.

Y/n took a shaky breath. “Too close,” she admitted, her fear and frustration over the proximity radiating in her voice. “…Zentsbridge,” y/n mumbled, looking into Kaz’s eyes. She knew her eyes told him how intense her conflicting emotions were today.

Kaz nodded silently. He swallowed thickly, grinding his teeth as he shifted his jaw. He couldn’t stand the dull look full of fear and pain in y/n’s usually comforting and glowing eyes. Kaz let out an exasperated sigh as he turned from y/n and began towards the door.

“Kaz?” Y/n’s fragile voice called out.

Kaz turned to face y/n and nodded.

“Where are you going?” Y/n questioned, her fearful eyes focused on Kaz’s departing frame. She fiddled with her fingers resting in her lap as her hands continued to shake.

Kaz noticed y/n’s worry and felt the corners of his lips curl downwards. “I’m seeing to this,” Kaz explained simply. He knew she didn’t want him to leave, but he had to handle this; then he’d be back.

“Kaz,-“ y/n murmured, her voice a soft and reluctant sound.

“I made you a promise and I intend to keep it,” Kaz declared firmly. His eyes were staring into y/n’s, communicating his intense desire to uphold the deal.

Y/n gave Kaz a weak half-smile, only the left side of her lips moving. “He didn’t hurt me,” she argued. Y/n appreciated Kaz’s protective behavior, but she didn’t want him to get into a situation he’d have to spend years trying to get out of.

“This isn’t hurt?” Kaz remarked, his eyes trailing y/n’s form. He looked at the way she was still trembling, had shut herself off from others, had a distant and fearful gaze, having flashbacks, etc. She was hurt and Kaz was going to address it the best way he could; attack the source directly.

Y/n promptly broke her gaze away from Kaz at the implication. Her eyes dropped down to her lap as she sighed. There wasn’t much y/n could say to argue with Kaz’s point. She was a mess and she knew it.

Kaz noticed y/n’s shy and embarrassed body language. He swallowed his guilt over his word choice and silently made his way back over to her. Kaz dropped his hold on his cane down to the stick, placing the crow’s head handle under y/n’s tucked chin. Kaz moved the cane softly, tilting y/n’s head up towards him. “He deserves everything he has coming,” Kaz proclaimed sternly.

Kaz saw y/n was about to argue so he shook his head to stop her. “No one is allowed to hurt you,” he vowed. Lowering the crow’s head from her chin, Kaz clenched his jaw. “No one.”

“Kaz,” y/n sighed quietly. She bit her lip nervously. “He-He’s-,” y/n stuttered, trying to warn Kaz of what he was getting into.

Kaz chuckled humorously. “I know who he is,” Kaz assured y/n. “I don’t care.” He pushed his tongue against the inside of his bottom lip, a quiet click sound ringing in his mouth. “No one, y/n,” Kaz stated, “No one”. Kaz stared warmly into her eyes, taking in the way the sunlight made her y/e/c eyes glow despite the uncharacteristically dull state of them today.

“It’s my fault…,” y/n argued in a muffled voice. She regretted bringing all of this chaos Kaz’s way. It hadn’t been her intention, but here they were. She should’ve known she couldn’t ever completely escape.

“No.” Kaz grumbled. He could read y/n well enough to know what she was referring to. And Kaz wasn’t going to have any of it.

“But,-“ y/n began, her voice cracking with just the one word.

Kaz shook his head, his eyes darker now. “No.” “What he did was wrong,” Kaz stated firmly, “and he might not have paid back then…”. Kaz’s clenched jaw twitched with fury. “But, he sure as hell is going to now,” Kaz declared.

“He made the wrong choice in coming here,” Kaz told y/n. He recalled how frail she sounded moments ago when telling him how close the Darkling had been earlier today. She deserved to feel safe and know that the Darkling couldn’t touch her; that Kaz wouldn’t let him. “This place belongs to us,” Kaz grinned wickedly, his mind already forming vengeful plans.

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