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Beach Balls.

Barou Shouei x FemReader x Nagi Seishiro

What would it take to convince Barou Shouei to end up on a beach? It’s messy, sand gets everywhere, it’s unhygienic. Who knew it would be so simple —You, a bikini and Nagi Seishiro, the hassle man who didn’t seem to get the hint that you were the kings queen. He’d share this once but only to get his point across.

Kinda an extra spin off from this story: Pudding <linked

Warnings: 18+ MDNI • all aged up 23+• Smut • f/m only • Nagi watches/joins in • Establish relationship with Barou • public sex • beach/summer theme • Nagi and Barou bickering • reader oblivious to Nagi’s interest • size kink • praise / degradation kink • lazy 3some • Barou Doms • prone bone position • fluff with Barou at the end • funny plot twist ending as usual for my bllk fics lol THAT AINT SUNLOTION BRUH •

Hope it’s worth it guys! Took me so long to get this done! It was wayy longer than I planned but it’s so 🌶️ skip to the end of you don’t have patience cause it’s funny nagi is a lil shit💀

Fuck it was hot.

This temperature was ridiculous.

Everything was sticky and it made you lethargic.

Life was hard at the moment, seriously.

“Quit sighin’ will ya? You’re pissing me off.”

The side eye you gave Barou was bombastic, unfazed as always, immune to your death glares he strode by in nothing but tiny ass man shorts that gripped his ass tighter with each stride.

Huge body rippling, sweat beads lightly down him dipping through the lines of his ridiculous muscles that your tongue knew so well.

You groaned again and Barou threw a glare over his shoulder.

“You deaf? Fuck off somewhere else.”

“I was appreciating you so hard it made me groan actually, you dildo!”

“Dildo?!”

“Yeah,”

“Keep up the snark and I’ll buy you a box of them when I leave your ass,”

“Single life doesn’t suit me, thanks for the offer though my best dildo ♡”

“Fucking brat.”

You snickered as Barou left the living room and you watched his tight shorts hug his ass as he walked away. Your phone pinged, which you ignored because reaching for it on the glass table across from your sprawled out form on the sofa was simply too hard. The air con was on, blowing by occasionally and it kept the house cool, but moving soon took away the pleasure of coolness to break into a sweat.

Another couple pings echoed in the living room until your curiosity outweighed your pain of having to move.

Isagi:

Bachira and I are heading to the beach, who’s coming?

Bachira:

Let’s go! ;) I have a ball! :D

Reo:

Busy, have a good time tho.

Nagi:

Seems like a bother, it’s too hot I don’t wanna move. :x

Barou:

No. Get rid of my number peasants.

You:

Sure! Can we volley ball? Where shall I meet you guys? ♡

Nagi:

Kay, I’ll come.

Bachira:

Hahahahahaha cute Nagi! Yeeeees we can! I’ll be on ur team 😍

Reo:

🤢 Nagi.

Isagi:

💀 meet at our usual cafe? Say 12pm? I haven’t played volleyball but I’ll give it a go!

You:

I’ll show you boys how to handle balls in different ways, don’t worry. Best to be taught by a pro after all. 😜

Nagi:

s’ that a promise? :x

Reo:

I thought better of you Nagi. Girl, keep that shit between you and king asshole.

You:

Sure @Nagi! I’ll teach you, aren’t you going to watch videos tho? How you usually learn? @Reo Hahahaha, he really is an asshole ♡

You locked your phone whilst you swung your feet from the sofa and checked the time, thirty minutes before you needed to leave.

Barou wasn’t within your line of sight as you changed into a hot pink bikini that complimented your skin tone, sliding on some denim shorts that were truthfully a little on a short side and grabbing a white tank top.

Packing a small bag of drinks, lotion and towels, spare pair of flip flops to avoid Barou screaming about sand in the house, you said bye to said man but had no response.

Foolishly assuming that Barou had seen the group chat, knowing where you were going and what you were doing.

The man was in the garden working out, despite the radio active freaking heat —he was still as strict and dedicated rain or shine. His headphones in and the group chat turned to silent because such kings shouldn’t be associated with such peasants.

Isagi had set up your section impressively, making it as private as possible by hiring a location with a barrier around, you presumed to keep any media away or any on lookers who might recognise the boys.

Apparently if you weren’t with them they’d be less bothered, but dragging you into their media frenzies were less preferable, Barou would have their heads after all.

The section of the beach was fairly quiet despite the blaring heat, you pushed your hair back as you walked from the water, ends of your hair twisting around your hand as you drained the salt water from it. Eyes looking off to the side as you scanned the beach absentmindedly.

Failing to notice the boys watching, Bachira elbowed Isagi who was watching with just as much interest as Nagi.

“See Isagi? She’s pretty~!” His sing song voice, the teasing tone matched his current posture; legs crossed and his hands placed on the sand in the gap between them as he rocked his body slightly.

Grey eyes peering over his phone, interest finally swayed by the dribblers words, he greedily drank you in and his lazy mind quickly forming ideas that didn’t seem so bothersome. Nagi watched your hands running through your hair before twisting it to the side, tits bouncing lightly in that skimpy pink bikini. He swore he could see each drop of water slide down your body, disappearing into your cleavage and bikini bottoms —both places he’d happily bury his face into.

Seishiro swallowed thickly suddenly ripping from his daze only to notice they weren’t the only males on the beach staring at you. The odd girl slapping their boyfriends arms and one even pushing his face into the sand.

Nagi I didn’t even hear you until you prodded his forehead,

“Hey, earth to Sei!”

“Uh - hi.”

You blinked, head tilting as you looked him over sat under the shade of the umbrella.

“You okay Sei?”

You crouched down to him, he swallowed thickly again when your fingers brushed his hair from his eyes and forehead, pressing the back of your hand to it.

And he froze, training his eyes on your face and to not look down at your tits pressed together so close to his own face, barely covered in that bikini… if that strap came undone, god that’s all it would take for him to get an eyeful. Hell it was tempting -it would be easy, he’s so much taller than you all he’d need to do is stand next to you and pull on it without you even knowing.

“Hmm, you’re not really hot but your cheeks are a little red. Make sure you keep drinking ‘kay?”

He nodded completely dazed and doe eyed in his own lazy way, looking up at you like a child not really hearing a word you say because his eyes were hyper focused on those pretty plump lips moving.

“You haven’t taken your t-shirt off, did you put cream on?”

Nagi shook his head whilst shrugging and turned his eyes back to his phone that had laid forgotten in his limp hands on his lap.

You sat on the towel laid out for you, laying on your back you sighed in contentment and closed your eyes to enjoy the sun that beamed down to dry the water from your cooled skin.

It was pleasant, listening to Nagi’s fingers tapping on his screen, the occasional noise from his game and his little noises to signal his progression.

Until a shadow loomed over you, the heat from the sun disappearing instantly causing you to frown.

You don’t recall seeing a cloud in the sky today, or anywhere nearby when you were in the water not ten minutes ago.

“Woman-“

You opened an eye to see none other than Barou stood over you blocking the mighty sun with his ridiculous body, looming over you as a shadow with red eyes glowing.

“If you’re gonna say anything about chocolate melting in the sun-“

“Fuck you playing at?”

“It’s the scene from white chicks?”

You sat up onto your elbows and looked at him in question as his gaze only got harsher on your attempt of humour to deflect his doom and gloom presence. His attitude and stare caused annoyance to bite at your skin, his tone carrying accusation like you’d done something wrong.

“Nothing?”

“You didn’t think to ask or tell me you were leaving? Didn’t I tell you stay away from the louse?”

“I don’t have to ask you anything Barou, I thought you seen the chat and heard me say bye. Will you stop calling him a louse? He has a fucking name.”

“Yeah, Nagi. Naaaa-gi. Say it.”

Red eyes slid to said man, that was speaking in his lazy voice that made Barou’s teeth grind. Nagi was merely looking back at Barou with his usual bored gaze but the closer Barou looked the more he seen the fucking taunt glistening in those usual apathetic eyes.

“You’re dead hassle man.”

It took you a mere second to stand and press your finger into Barou’s chest, stepping forward into his space and getting up in his face. You didn’t expect him to step backwards and he didn’t, if you weren’t so annoyed you’d see his eyes soften, ever so slightly, when they met your own.

“No. He isn’t, unless you want a fucking scene here Barou sort it out, I have no idea what the hell is going on with you two but I’m done with it.”

You, Nagi and Barou were too absorbed in the moment to see blue and yellow eyes peering over the beach barrier set up around your spot, they were stood on the other side like spying teens with their fingers gripping the top.

“She’s -“

Isagi nodded as if he knew what Bachira was gonna say, really he didn’t, but he assumed it was to do with your feisty side that you hid so well. Really it wasn’t surprising —dealing with Barou wasn’t easy. It made sense that he liked someone who held their own.

“Thing is, Barou likes it.”

“Huh? What’cha mean Isagi?”

“Look at his cheeks!”

Bachira turned his eyes back and saw the tinge that prickled across the kings cheeks, barely noticeable until Isagi had pointed it out.

“Isagi the monster says we should leave now,”

“Yeah… she’ll handle it, right?”

You sighed as if relieving the annoyance and lowered your hand, finger tips brushing against Barou’s wrist as he glared off to the side.

“Stay?” You lowered your voice so only he’d hear and you watched his frown deepen signalling he heard you, “-please? You know I’m happier when you’re around B.”

“Buttering me up ain’t gonna do shit-“

“Fine, go sulk.”

You waved over your shoulder and sat back on your towel, part of you was surprised he was even here —he didn’t like the sand because it was messy and got everywhere. But here he stood with his shoes in his hand and his toes buried in the pretty white grains.

“Tch,” Barou sneered, eyes rolling he reached back and grabbed his t-shirt by the back of his neck, pulling it off in one motion and folding it neatly in your beach bag.

His red eyes turned towards the water, rolling his neck and shoulder, that’s when you noticed Barou had his hair down, half up into a bun. And he looked freaking goooooood.

Nagi watched as love hearts formed in your eyes, pupils changing shape as you looked on dreamily at the man causing him to pout, his little famous x shape forming as he felt suddenly forgotten about.

“Stupid king,” he mumbled, annoyed with the fact he finally had your attention getting you both alone for it only to be swiftly interrupted. He swore Barou had some kind of sixth sense when it came to you.

“Comin?”

Barou looked over his shoulder at you, annoyance was still biting at him but he found it hard to keep it up with you —after all you weren’t the reason he was wound up. Not like he would admit in a thousand years that Nagi Seishiro was getting under his skin.

Your name being called to your left took your attention from Barou, not noticing Nagi had stood to his full height and removed his shirt. Rubbing the back of his neck to express he was feeling somewhat awkward as he held a bottle of sun lotion out.

You weren’t looking at that though, your mouth fell slack at the condition Nagi was in —shocked at what he hid under those baggy clothes. You knew his height matched Barou and sometimes when Nagi actually straightened you could have sworn he was slightly taller than the king himself. He always looked so lean, so slender and it was a shock to see he was built like a freaking god under those clothes.

Barou was big, the man was packing in every sense so you were hardly starved but this was surprising and you must have been gawking because you felt your jaw clack as you closed it. Nagi’s voice bringing you back to clarity as guilt surged through you —it made you worried about looking back at Barou stood behind you, hoping to the gods he didn’t see your jaw slacken.

“Can you put this on my back f’me? It’s such a hassle,”

Barou’s eye twitched behind you, throbbing vein at his temple and his fists clenched.

“Uh- sure Nagi, can you sit down?”

“Like fuck yo-“

The smirk that twitched on Nagi’s mouth was aimed at Barou and he got the message, seeing nothing but red as your hands worked the lotion into Nagi’s back and shoulders. Sat on your knees cushioned by the sand, red eyes had to turn away, the boiling of his stomach acid churned him inside out.

He couldn’t show his jealousy, his ego far out weighing it in refusal on letting Nagi win this bullshit -it was not happening.

If that’s how he wanted to play, Barou would play harder. But instead of making him jealous over you touching him, Barou was going to get across that he was the only one who could touch you.

“All done Sei~!”

“Oi-“ you hummed at turned your attention to Barou who nodded his head, silently asking you to come near him, “-hand it over.”

He held his hand out for the lotion and you passed it to him as he told you to lay down on the towel again, straddling the backs of your thighs as he seated himself above you.

Nagi’s head tilted as he watched the position, Barou ignoring his existence as he squirted cream onto your back, undoing your bikini straps so his large hands could work into your skin.

“Ngh- B that feels s’ good.”

“Yeah?”

Your airy moans were a fucking godsend, Seishiro watched intently as he stared from his position watching you turn into putty under Barou’s hands.

“You got somewhere else to be, hassle man?”

“Not really.”

Barou sneered, shifting his knees for his highs to spread further, from Nagi’s angle it looked like a mere shift of comfort. To you though it was Barou pressing his growing semi into your ass, spreading his legs to push his hips forward letting you know that your little feisty attitude wasn’t brushed under the rug.

Your breath hitched in your throat, hands forming into fists as you tensed under him.

“Whats up?” Barou’s voice carried amusement, that mocking tone was obvious to you but seemingly harmless to someone who had no idea he was pushing his hardening dick into the swell of your ass.

Oh fuck him.

Seriously.

Literally.

No- Sei was still beside you, you stole a glance only to see the white haired man had moved himself to squat next to Barou. His eyes watching your skin and drinking in whatever he could. Sei’s cock twitched, that hum of arousal shot through his body.

“I wanna go-“

“Fuck off louse, go find something else better to do,”

“Nah, I wanna do this.”

Sei pressed his finger into your shoulder, running it up to your neck only for Barou to slap his hand away.

“Don’t you get it? She’s not yours-“

“Can’t you just share?”

What?

For the second time in ten minutes your breath hitched in your throat, lifting yourself onto your elbows completely forgetting Barou had undone your bikini straps.

The realisation hitting you like a fucking train.

This was why they were fighting all the time? Because Nagi wanted to share you?

Nagi Seishiro liked you?

“What the hell is going on?”

“Uh- y/n.”

You ignored Nagi’s attempt to speak, eyes widening, pink dusting across his cheeks as it crawled up his neck, his index finger pointing out which you didn’t follow due to being flustered by the sudden possibility that Nagi was interfering like this because he liked you.

“Is this why you boys are constantly fighting? Holy, what the-“

“Your uh-, I can see them.”

“What?” You blinked and Nagi blinked back at you, pointing you followed his finger to your exposed breasts, Barou all but slammed you down into the towel, your muffled umph as you almost got a mouthful of sand.

“Looks like I gotta show ya-“

Barou’s voice darkened in a way that actually worried you, his ego clearly soaring over his common sense and his patience long gone.

Barou shifted his hands, moving to your ass and grabbing it, spreading your cheeks for his thumbs to dip along the lines of your bikini bottoms pressing down on the lips of your pussy.

“B-Barou no, we-“

“Shut it, you’re pissin’ me off, always sticking up for him and shithead isn’t getting the hint, it’ll be two birds with one stone.”

An airy moan left you as one of his thumbs moved under the thin material and pressed against your hole, clenching around nothing in response at him pressing it into you.

Your head dipped, forehead leaning into your clenched hands in front of you as your elbows held up your weight when his thumb slid in.

Your eyes side glanced to Nagi who was watching Barou’s hands, his concentration on par with how he watched his soccer videos. Pink dusted his cheeks enough to compare with your own.

Barou slid his thumb in to the knuckle, twisting his hand to run his index finger to your clit, pushing the slick that was starting to drool from his thumb buried in your pussy.

“Tilt your hips up,” you did as he asked and moaned out at the pressure he applied to your clit, running hot circles around it making you buck backwards the best you could, Barou’s weight still holding your legs down as he rested on the backs of your thighs.

“What a little whore, you’re a fucking mess already, not supposed to be enjoyin’ this.”

“Ba- ngh - you need to stop,”

“Nah keep going crappy king.”

“Shut it louse, think you are giving me orders huh?“

Your body running hot was enough to ignore the bickering, rotating your hips so Barou’s index finger moved with it was enough to draw their eyes and attention back to you. The airy little moan leaving your lips as your ass jiggled with movement.

“Shit, pretty thing you look good.”

“Then listen to it hassle man, cause that’s as close as you’re ever gonna get.”

Barou shifted his hands and you whine from the feel of him leaving you, only to freeze when he lifted himself slightly from your hips, his shorts rustling behind you and his cock slapping against his stomach as he released it.

Reaching down he gripped the base, lowering it to slap on your ass a few times, his spare hand landed by your shoulder as he tilted over you pressing the head of his dick between the dip in your ass, sliding it down to your hole.

“Fuck -Barou we can’t-“

“Says who huh?”

“The fucking law, what if someone sees us? You guys are fucking famous it’s-“

“Quit whinin’ just have to keep it down won’t you?”

You cursed under your breath, hitching then in your throat as he started to push into you and it hurt. The angle was tight, Barou was massive —both girth and length gifting him to go with that ridiculous, unearthly body he had.

Your legs pressed together, his weight on the back of your thighs holding you down as he leaned into you, you didn’t know how well you’d take him like this —he was too big for the prone bone position.

“Fuck you’re tight-“

“You’re-I can’t take you like this-“ you whined under him, pussy throbbing to have him fill you so well like he always done, but struggling to take his cock as you were.

“Tch,” Barou shifted, leaning into his hand by your shoulder, lifting his hips slightly from you allowing you to shift your own position and slapping your ass cheek watching it jiggle, “-get that fat fuckin’ ass up, yeah like that -push up with your just hips, off your elbows head down.”

You moved whilst he instructed, your cheek pressing into the towel covering the sand and hips managing to push up a little from it.

Barou’s hand gripped your ass cheek and spread it watching the head of his dick ease into your hole, feeling that pop as the thick head pushed through the right ring.

“Yeahhh, s’fucking it. You gonna swallow this dick?”

You almost forgot Nagi was even there, moaning in response as Barou slowly started to sink into you, bullying that thick dick through your tight hole.

It was a struggle taking him like this, tears pricking at your eyes, teeth clenching and drool starting to spill from your mouth onto the towel.

You felt impossibly full, he was already rubbing against your g-spot that heat building in your pussy making you clench around him, hips wiggling against him to try encourage something.

“Pretty thing, you gonna answer?”

As if suddenly snapping back to reality and Nagi reminding you he was there, you shifted —or went to, Barou reacted to take your attention from Nagi and forcefully snapped his hips forward, driving the rest of his cock until his balls pressed against your thighs .

And you screamed.

Nagi’s hand shot out, shoving three fingers knuckle deep into your mouth to muffle your noise.

“You gotta be quiet pretty, thought you didn’t want anyone knowing?“

Your gummy walls distracted Barou to the point his mouth fell open slightly, dick flexing in you as his eyes unfocused into a daze, absentmindedly staring at Nagi’s fingers in your mouth, effectively gagging you —those little muffled noises, watching you struggle in this position to take him, how fucking tight you felt around his cock.

Fuck.

Fuuuuckkkk. He wasn’t gonna last two minutes unless he calmed himself down. His heart was thumping in his ribs, arousal shooting through his body and rushing to his cock, that pleasurable wave rushing through his lower stomach. He moved his hands to place just above his knees still bent at your sides as he sat on the back of your thighs.

His hips tilted forward enough to get himself balls deep into you, enough to push the fat and muscle of your ass up when his hips met yours.

You whimpered when he moved, testing your tolerance and seeing how uncomfortable you really were.

As much as he liked to push you actually hurting you in any way, emotionally or physically, was off the cards for Shouei. Sharing you like this was only to make a point, to show you and hassle man that he wasn’t just king on the pitch —he had a queen off it and she was his alone.

This was just a method that boosted his ego, just a way to do something outta spite.

He might feel guilt ping at him later but right now he was stopping himself from cumming and stuffing you with cum fifteen seconds after bullying his cock into you.

This was new —his ego and adrenaline mixing, seeing you get gagged by Nagi whilst full of your lovers cock in public?

Fuck, it mixed into some foreign feeling that was making him fucking feral. He never wanted to let loose on you like this, fighting the urge to pin you to the towel and fuck you until you were both raw. That racing heart elevated his breathing, starting to pant through his nose as he watched the side of your face.

You were so pretty, so fucking beautiful… so perfect for him.

Nagi felt your moaning vibrate against his fingers, as Barou started to move dragging himself from you slowly only to harshly punch his cock back in that tight squeeze. It made Nagi’s cock uncomfortably hard in his swim trunks, he could see you physically struggling in this position. He felt his dick leaking at the slit, throbbing and flexing at your attempt to take Barou like this.

Nagi wasn’t anything to shy away from, his length being his winner, but even he’d admit Barou Shouei was packing a cock. Not like it was a surprise seeing it again today, Barou strode around blue lock’s baths enough back in the day, but seeing it in action like this kinda made it look more daunting. But the white haired genius didn’t feel sorry for you, he just wished he could see more of your drooling hole swallowing it up.

Nagi pressed his finger tips to your tongue and your lips closed around his fingers, tongue rising to slide between his digits as his eyes watched yours glass over into some dazed, fucked dumb expression.

Barou’s hips hitting you with a slower pace but it was rough and consistent, punching his cock into you so deeply and hitting that sweet spot almost instantly.

Nagi watched your fingers dig into the towel, sinking into the sand under it and he fell to his knees, the sand was scratchy against his skin but it was easily forgotten when he pulled the top of his trunks, his long cock slapping his stomach.

He exhaled heavily at the relief, spare hand wrapping around his length as his lazy gaze turned half hooded, glassy on the scene of Barou’s thick cock disappearing into the dip between your ass cheeks and thighs. He could see your slick coating Barou’s dick, he’d rather have better view of your pussy —seeing it stretched out and drooling but this would do for now.

The skin slapping, the squelching made it easy to time his fist to fuck his cock into his hand.

Barou’s gaze from you didn’t falter, completely fixated on your face that he could see, drool starting to spill down the side of his mouth as he kept his slow, hard pace, his hips cushioned by your ass every time they met.

Nagi’s fingers moved around your tongue, spreading them to let you suck on them. Rolling his palm over the head of his dick smearing pre that leaked from the slit and his hips bucked up into his hand.

“Damn woman, you’re sucking my dick in, let it go. Can’t fuck you faster if you keep squeezing like that.”

That deep voice of your lover brought you some clarity, his order filtering through the daze his dick put you in.

You arched back more for him, arms stretched out in front of you like a cat, ass moving up into the air and you felt the restriction instantly free up.

“Risking breaking your back to get fucked good?” His hand slapped across your ass so harshly you jolted, hissing as the sting spread across your cheek.

Barou leaned over you, his hands sliding around to cup your neck and under your jaw locking his fingers together at the front bring you back up with him. Nagi’s fingers falling from your mouth, spit covered he used it to rub over his cock, now fisting his dick with both.

“S-Shit,” Nagi’s mouth fell open slightly, smacking his jaw as he watched your body arch beautifully. Back curving and ass back against Barou, he was using your neck as leverage to fuck you. His hands felt good, using two was better as he could overstimulate himself but rolling his palm across his head, “-lemme use her hand, I don’t wanna do it m’self.”

Nagi’s lazy drawl did nothing to waiver Barou, or his attention.

Instead your hands flew to Barou’s waist behind you for support to balance yourself and he pressed his lips to your temple, peppering kisses down the side to your ear, biting on the lobe before sucking, his thumbs rubbing circles on the base of your neck, fingers still locked on your throat. His hot breath fanning across his wet trail of kisses, his deep moan and rough voice right in your ear as goosebumps spread over your skin.

“Oi louse, touch her clit. Get her to cum.”

Nagi pouted, side eying Barou as he felt torn on his choices.. doing as Barou says only to watch you cum over his dick or finally get a feel and taste of you?

Was it worth it, would his ego-

“N-Nagi please,”

Yeah, it’s totally worth it. Nagi would just his own cards, use this to his advantage.

“Huh?”

Your eyes met his finally, a side look only but enough to make his dick throb in his hand. Your pretty glassy eyes, pink tinged across your cheeks and drool lining from one corner to your chin, loose strands of hair sticking to your forehead, lightly choked by your lover behind you, tits bouncing with each thrust from Barou as you panted in air.

His head tilted as if to act oblivious to your needs, playing his poker face at his usual master level.

“You need something pretty?”

You nodded and he let out an airy moan as he slowed his hand, finger tips grazing over his tip.

He knew his pre cum was smeared over his fingers as he reached forward to press against your clit clumsily, using it to aid the small circles he started to rub, feeling it stretched out from Barou bullying himself into you.

“Ah -here? Does it feel good?”

You released a breathy fuck yessss, hips jolting with each punch of Barou’s hips.

“M’close Bar-Nag-ngh. Oh fucck-“

Nagi’s posture changed, his slouched position straightened those grey, slated brown eyes darkening as his ego took advantage of the situation. Shifting to be in front of you, his long, thick thighs resting either side of Barou’s, one hand fisting his dick and the other rolling across your clit, he wanted you to watch him to see him.

And you did, eyes focusing on his long dick being stroked just under you, those little pink tinged cheeks of his and that darkening look in his eyes. Strands of white hair sticking to his face as beads of sweat started to dribble down his chest.

It was enough to tip you over, the surge suddenly hitting you off guard.

“I’m cumming - I’m cumming!”

“Yeah-“ Nagi didn’t let up, his finger picking up a pace over your hardened clit helping on sending you over the edge, “-I’ll help you cum, pretty, kings not enough huh?”

“You fucking- fuck-“ Barou’s attempt to sneer was cut off as your hips pushed back into his, your pussy clenching down on his dick swallowing him and you went so tight he couldn’t pull back.

“You’re dead,” the breathy gruffness carried threat, but those glazed red eyes showed Barou was enjoying it far more than he was willing to let off.

“I done what you asked, king. You wanted me to help her cum on you right? Don’t you know her well enough?”

Nagi could have sworn he seen red flash across his eyes, Barou’s gaze darkening more than he’d seen on the pitch.

“Thanks for warming her up, she’s drooling over my dick now. Time I show you how she likes to be fucked, how a king fucks.”

Barou released your neck, your body weight falling forward and your hands pressing into Nagi’s chest to catch yourself, your lips a mere breath from his, eyes meeting he fell back onto his elbows when Barou pushed your shoulders down.

It made you lower on Nagi, tits pressing up against his cock and your face into his six pack.

“Ass up, woman-“

Barou gripped the back of your neck pushing you down and forcing you to stay fixed, your ass arched back still in prone bone and Nagi was literally held under you, Barou using your body weight and his strength to keep him there.

It was fucking mean, cruel even, how he left you moaning and whining, drooling onto Nagi’s chest as Barou started to fuck you and it was nasty.

Your ass rippling with each time his hips met it, your tits bouncing against Nagi’s dick making his hips roll up in time with it. His head tilting back, white hair falling with him as his glassy eyes went half hooded, it felt good -too fucking good. He was leaking pre everywhere, cock flexing under the weight of your tits.

Barou used fucking you as a way to tit fuck Nagi and the lazy genius wasn’t sure how long he was gonna last.

“Ngh, you’re so deep Barou- gonna cum again-!”

“Yeah? Give it up then whore, s’feel you try push me out.”

Barou’s pace was brutal, you felt slick and cum running down your inner thighs still press together and legs between his. Keeping you in this prone bone position was keeping you stuffed in a way you felt full of dick.

He was fucking you so deep your eyes started to cross before rolling back into your skull, your nails raked down Nagi’s sides, teeth biting into his stomach to muffle the moan that was crawling up your throat.

His dick hit that soft spot one more time, building that burning heat and you released clear fluid. Your body convulsing under him as another orgasm tore through you.

“You’re fucking filthy. Messy cunts slobberin’ you cummin’? Say my fucking name-“

“Barou! Barou -fuck s’good, m’cummin don’t stop -m’cummin! Yes yes yes!” Your slurring only aided his bullying, thick, long cock flexing in you as he groaned listening to you babbling and clenching around him.

His hand moved from the back of your neck to pull you up by your hair, your tongue lolled out, drool spilled down your chin and Nagi drank the image in. Tits smushed up against his dick on his stomach, sweat beading down your collar bone and shimmering on your skin. You looked fucking stupid, dumb even, cock drunk of getting fucked like this in public.

And it was all happening on Nagi’s stomach.

“S-Shit pretty m’gonna cum- you look so fucking good-“

“Take a good look hassle man, s’how she gets fucked. I don’t need your shitty help, asking you was taking pity. She needs to be soaked before I can fuck her like this.”

Barou became white noise as Nagi focused on you, eyes switching between your fucked out expression and his dick disappearing between your tits as Barou kept a harsh pace.

His hips started to buck the best he could given the weight above him, causing tight friction over his cock, the end of it burning with arousal as he watched himself being brought over the edge.

“Ngh- make me cum pretty, please? I wanna cum now.”

Whatever Nagi said worked in bringing you back from dazing, you managed to tilt your head slightly and gather spit in your mouth, slowly releases it to dribble onto the head of his dick between being thrusted forward.

“Shit, s-shit pretty yeah -gonna m’cummin”

“Tch, looks like I’m doin’ all the fucking work.”

“Shut it, king- you’re boring me.”

Nagi suddenly let himself fall back to the sand, hands rising to press your tits tighter together and he started to rut his hips up into you. That sudden burst of energy to carry him over the edge, he kept thrusting even when he came, shooting hot white ropes out thickly covering his stomach and chest, his messy thrusting even making it hit his chin.

He was whiney when he came, but it still carried that lazy drawl. He glanced down as his hips started to stutter, head of his dick covered in cum and still drooling out the slit.

“Feel good Sei?”

He nodded dumbly, eyes fixed on his dick in your tits and listening to your honey voice finally gracing his ears with his name.

“You did so good, Sei, you taste so good.”

That caught his attention, half hooded grey eyes turned up to you, watching your tongue lapping up his cum that had landed on your chin and lips, you stuck it out showing the white melting on your tongue.

“You’re so pretty- s’not fair.”

You laughed lightly at his childish pout, swallowing whatever you could collect on your tongue left from him and he tasted fucking good.

“I like you-“

Only Nagi Seishiro could blurt out something like that without changing his lazy tone, without sounding like there was anything behind it and it being believed. Sei had this way of just saying things without any weight but the way his face would light up, his eyes would brighten that’s how you knew he meant something.

And he was looking at you like that.

The words were enough to stutter Barou behind you, he sneered at Nagi’s open admission pissed off he finally had the balls to fucking say it.

Barou knew longer than you did that the lazy genius was into you, how you’d not picked it up was beyond the egotistical striker. It wasn’t the first time someone took interest in you, it wouldn’t be the last, but Barou was sure he was the only one who actually got under his skin.

It actually made him paranoid. Barou knew he wasn’t easy to be around, normally he didn’t give a shit about it either —people adapting to him, end of, but you were different. The those words from Snuffy still haunted him; how he’d said how much would he love himself if he was no longer view as a genius.

It was hard to not let it drift into how you’d see him if you found someone more… tolerable.

That’s why he stormed here after reading the group chat —he seen Nagi change his mind because of you and you’d be wearing barely anything. It would be over his dead body before he allowed you to be left anywhere alone with Nagi.

The thought of the fucking sand everywhere made his skin crawl, knowing he’d be finding it around the house for days after this.

But his ego far outweighed his ocd in this case.

Sex with you to start used to be clean and fairly organised, because he couldn’t take the mess —now he didn’t think twice about it, he let himself get lost in it with you.

But this was filthy sex, sharing you like this, everyone sweating you’d cum so much it was dribbling down your legs and covering his thighs.

But it was fucking hot, it sent him feral but his drop from his high happened when Nagi just admitted he liked you.

Barou shifted, disliking the feeling of being left out like this —by you. He hadn’t faced you this whole time, letting Nagi see everything.

Barou never came until he was facing you, he couldn’t, seeing your dumb expression and that love for him always helped him over the edge.

So he shifted you, pulling his dick out for the first time and leaning back on his legs, ordering you to get up and turn around, legs too wobbly to stand you managed to turn your back to Nagi.

Barou rolled his eyes, muttering how weak you were as he grabbed your hips and lifted you up to him, keeping back on his legs he had you higher than him now.

“Arms around my neck-“

He softened now he could see you, now he had you back, his natural gruffness always there but it was different in a way only you knew. His arm wrapped around your waist to keep you steady, other hand lining his dick back up with your swollen hole.

You hissed when he lowered you, burying your face into his hair and tightening your arms. His lips pressed to your collar bone as he eased you down, a deep sigh leaving him as your cunt swallowed him again.

“Need you lookin’ at me to cum, I’m nearly there.”

You nodded against him and he let you adjust, your hips wiggled and he shifted his hands, gripping your ass with them he lifted you.

“Look at me-“

Shakily you pulled back, hands gripping his shoulders and leaning back slightly to watch him looking up at you as he started to lift you up and down his cock. Veins popping on his arms and wrists, biceps bulging from using you as a weight.

Fuck he was huge, damn it all he said was so handsome, his cheeks were dusted pink from the heat and effort he was putting his body through. Covered in sweat and strands of loose hair sticking to his face, his hair looked hot like that —half up into a man bun the rest down.

“Feels good yeah? Taking this dick so well today, been a good girl for me huh?”

You nodded dumbly as he started building you to another orgasm you didn’t think you’d be able to have, but this soft praise and pace of his dick was different.

It made your heart swell for him, nerves buzzing and your lips tingling to press against his.

Christ, had he even kissed you today? You needed-

“Use your words, wanna - fuck- hear how dumb you fucking sound over this.”

“Feels g-good B-Barou,”

“S’Pussy is made for me, god dam’it you feel so fucking good-“

“Y’dick i-is f’m-me, y-yeah?”

“You sound dumb being fucked like this,”

He chuckled at your small pout, not answering your question like you had for him. His lips twitching into a small smirk, those red eyes filling with something only you knew. His thumbs rubbing circles around your skin and his hands squeezing your ass.

“Yeah, dicks made for you, gonna cum again? Feels like it,”

You nodded saying if he keeps talking like that you’re going to, so Barou did, lips brushing against yours he gave you soft praises mixed with degrading in his own unique way until you came around him again. It felt more numb compared to the previous but it rocked your body slowly… it felt right with how you felt for him at the moment.

“Gonna fill you up, you gonna take it?”

“Yeah inside- wan’it all Barou-“

He leaned forward into you, muffling against your skin, you just caught what he said and guilt surges through your veins on it all coming together, it made sense now. The arguing, his ridiculous sulking and lack of ability to leave you alone when Nagi was around. You should have seen it sooner and you felt like an idiot for not noticing, how could you though? Nagi did things in the same monotone manner, it wasn’t exactly easy to tell what the man really thought..

Say it, woman.

Muffled and breathy, but you heard him.

It didn’t take a genius to work out what he wanted nor why he was needing to hear it. Nagi was making him doubt, it was simple as that. You’d known Barou too long, he really was that over confident dude with an ego but there was also someone else buried under it.

Someone not so confident in areas he had no control over, someone who was simply a normal guy when off the pitch and behind closed doors.

Your hands moved from his shoulders to cup his face, pulling him back from you, pressing your forehead against his you started to roll your hips in time with him. Eyes meeting those beautiful red ones as you looked down at him.

“I love you, Barou Shouei.”

It was whispered but he heard it, arms wrapping around your waist he brought you down on his dick in short punches, barely leaving your pussy.

His moaning was music to your ears, hips stuttering and jolting as he came in you, shooting cum and filling you so much it started leaking past his dick to aid his sloppy thrusting.

His body shook, nails biting into your skin as he held onto you like a life line. Your lips pressed to his tongue running over his bottom lip as he moaned out, unable to respond as his orgasm hit him hard.

He slurred out words you couldn’t make out, between heavy pants as he finally exhaled his grip on you slacking as you both sat there panting, eyes locked and glassy.

Nagi was still on his back behind you both, arms spread either side and his legs stretched out either side of Barou.

A beached starfish, pouting at two lovers.

He turned his eyes from you both to look up to the blue sky, suddenly feeling so empty about the situation. He didn’t like it, he didn’t know what it was but he didn’t like it. It felt like losing, it reminded him of his parents just leaving him at home by himself when he was a teenager.

The only thing storming around his mind that was causing it -Barou really did like you huh?

He didn’t understand the depth of feelings all that much, he’d never really got himself involved because it was a hassle to use his spare time on things he didn’t wanna do.

He’s seen Barou riled up, it was hardly uncommon but he’d not really paid attention to how different he actually was around you —still a stupid king like he was in Blue Lock but it was softer, more lenient.

“No fair.” He mumbled, sighing heavily and closing his eyes to bask in that afterglow of orgasm, “m’tired.”

Barou had already tied up your bikini and stood you up with him, straightening out your clothes and keeping you stood on wobbly legs.

“Water, now, you’re disgusting.”

“I can’t walk,”

“I gotta do everything around here, such a weak ass.”

“I’d say I’m pretty tough putting up with that shit you just pulled.”

Red eyes rolled and he hauled you over his shoulder before turning to walk towards the sea with you moaning how he could have carried you better, it didn’t do you any favours when the man dropped you in the water.

“Shut up whining, don’t get yourself into shit if you’re not gonna deal with the consequences. Hurry up and wash off, I wanna get off this shitty beach and get back, it’s disgusting.”

Back at the little set up where Nagi started to doze off, on the other side of the barrier Isagi sat against it, knees bent up and elbows resting on them.

Dick rock hard in his swimming trunks and unable to stand because of it, he frowned at the sand, moving his toes between the grains in a way to try distract himself. Bachira was some distance away collecting shells for his sand castle.

Isagi had come over to try see if you guys wanted a round of volley ball but once again he got caught in the rough sex of you and Barou, only Nagi got to join in on the chaos.

“I need new friends,”

Isagi sighed out, looking up to the sky and resting his head against the barrier behind him.

“I’m not a pervert,” he pouted, as if trying to convince himself that these situations seemed to find him, only this time he didn’t have the distraction of pudding to take his mind off it.

Chigiri turning up was a god send, Bachira bounding over with the pretty red head following behind. Isagi trying to fight the heat crawling up his neck.

“Isagi, idiot, you’re supposed to be on the other side.”

“It’s cooler here,”

“Cooler than under the umbrellas?” Bachira tilted his head, yellow eyes scanning over Isagi suspiciously. Isagi’s eyes closing, jaw clenching hoping he’d didn’t look too damn close and see his hard on.

Chigiri wasted no time in walking around the corner into the set up, seeing Nagi still sprawled out on the sand under the umbrella, sorting to doze off.

“Nagi, you got sunscreen on your chest you’re supposed to rub it in. You’re that lazy?”

Isagi sputtered, coughing on his own spit behind the barrier.

“Huh?” Nagi’s eyes tiredly opened lifting his head down to look at the cum still on his chest sighing heavily he let his head fall back, “-ah, what a pain.”

“Oh? Barou’s here?” Chigiri turned to look at you kicking water up at the giant grump only for him to swipe your feet from under you causing you to fall back again in the water and he laughed.

Lips moving in some kind of insult most likely.

Red hair falling as he tilted his head watching you both, a weird chill running through his body watching Barou somewhat amused.

“I didn’t even know he could laugh, it’s kinda creepy.”

“Creepy king,” Nagi mumbled, hand reaching out to grab his phone, tilting it landscape and reopening his game “-I died, such a hassle.”

“Lovesick king more like,” Chigiri turned his attention to Nagi, eyes falling on the white splattered across his stomach and chest “-if you don’t rub that in you’re gonna tan like that.”

Nagi’s eyes looked down past his phone, to his chest, to Chigiri then to your beach bag.

Barou left his shirt in your bag didn’t he?

Sitting up Nagi reached for it, Chigiri not paying much attention as he started rubbing lotion into himself.

Grabbing Barou’s shirt he used that to clean the cum off his chest, actually folding it back up and placing it back in your bag.

Crawling back to his towel he lifted his phone, frowning with a pout.

“Stupid king,”

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rowaelinsdaughter · 7 months

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can i request a fic with fenrys where reader is super protective of him, especially after they’re freshly mated bc faes are protective and territorial. Imagine some general in doranelle says something about him being enslaved to maeves bedroom, fenrys gets sad snd disgusted with himself and reader literally jumps on the general and almost kills him bc she’s so protective and hates seeing fen in any kind of pain

author note: omg, I LOVED THIS!!!! fenrys is one of my fav tog characters and i love him. thank u so much for requesting this <33, i've changed a few things, and I hope it doesn't matter

𝕴 𝖘𝖊𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖉 ( 𝕱𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖞𝖘 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗)

WARNINGS: PTSD, d@ggers, blood, angst and fluff, SPOILERS THRONE OF GLASS

You met Fenrys in Skull Bay.

Being the only two female assassins trained by Arobynn, you decided to form an alliance that became friendship. Thanks to a spell from before magic left, you were able to hide your fae features.

You knew Aelin's secret back then, and you swore to take it to the grave with you.

When he was in Endovier, you did everything you could to repay the debt to Arobynn. In the end, paid every single coin. After the tests to be the king's assassin, the trip to Wendlyn and the destruction of the crystal castle, you followed her and supported her through everything. What brought you to the Bay. Where you met Fenrys.

While Aelin and the others were in Rolfe's office, you stayed outside with Fenrys and Gavriel, this one trying to ignore your flirtations. You felt attracted to him. As if a thread came out of your heart, traveling through the universe until it reached it. But you didn't tell him, and after the fateful day on the beach and the war, the two of you decided to wait for each other, because you knew that the loss of one or the other would kill you.

It had been a month since the war ended and the bond was still fresh.

The constant desire to be together, the sleepless nights, were constant.

You knew everything he had been through and that only made your instincts activate in the face of any danger, like now.

Terrasen and Wendlyn still had their tensions, and right now the emissaries of the two nations were meeting in the meeting room of Orynth Castle.

Everyone knew the Cadre and envy and disgust appeared on each of their faces when they looked at Fenrys.

Sitting next to him and holding hands under the table, you tried to calm him down by caressing his hand and sending love through the bow.

Until…

“I'm surprised to see you here Fenrys, tell me, are you warming the bed of the queen of Terrasen now?”

There was silence, every muscle in your body tenses and you only see red.

You notice the sadness and shame in your mate’s features and that is the trigger.

One moment you were at his side and the next you were on top of the emissary with a dagger at his neck.

Your knee digs into his chest and with your other foot you immobilize his hand. You get close to his face and loudly so that everyone can hear you, you say:

“Listen to me very well because I'm not going to repeat it twice.” A trickle of blood runs down his neck thanks to the pressure you exert. “I'm not going to allow you to talk like that about MY mate, so think twice, because next time I'll kill you, understand?”

Arms lift you up and, thanks to Fenrys' powers, in the blink of an eye you are in your room.

His hands cup your face and he pulls you closer to rest his forehead against yours.

You sigh, closing your eyes, relaxing thanks to his presence. Your hands also rest on his cheeks, wiping away the tears that are now running down his cheeks.

You open your eyes and Fenrys was already looking at you with so much adoration and love that your eyes filled with tears.

“I don't know what I did to deserve you, but every day I thank destiny for having found you.”

Unable to hold on and with your heart pounding at his words, you kiss him, transmitting all your love.

Fenrys had been through too much and you weren't going to let anyone or anything hurt him.

𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒅 ©𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒅𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓. 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚 / 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌. 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆.

#sarah j maas #sjm books #throne of glass #throne of glass imagine #fenrys moonbeam #fanfic #fenrys x reader #throne of glass fanfiction #aelin galythinius #manon blackbeak #dorian havilliard #rowan whitethorn

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crystalflie · 1 year

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Two Cat People In The Same Room.

Chishiya Shuntaro x Reader x Banda Sunato

Description: Apparently raiding the department stores was everyone’s first instinct after the king of spades scare at Shibuya Cross. Now you’re stuck with only a cat hoodie over your inconvenient swimwear from the beach, and two unconventional cat lovers in a game of betrayal.

Word count: 1414

Tags: Gender neutral reader, general audiences, fluff, canon typical character behavior and description of violence, Chishiya and Banda side eyeing each other, can be platonic or romantic.

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Walking up the dark stairwells, it leaves much to the imagination of what can be lurking behind the shadows. While you weren’t exactly thrilled to be joining another game, a face card game to top it all off, there were only 2 days left on your visa. Might as well try to clear one of the easier ones before they get sweeped by the card collecting fanatics.

And besides, it's less risky to play now then later when only the kings and queens will be left.

The Jack of Hearts it is.

Approaching the top of the stairs, the fluorescent light coming from the room above makes you feel dizzy, having spent most of the day bouncing around the alleyways and attempting to avoid the king of spades along with his shooting rampage.

Dammit..why did you have to split up with Arisu and Usagi? You haven’t seen them since a little before the absolute massacre that was the ten of hearts. They seemed to be the only people that were even slightly trustworthy in the borderlands, which really isn’t much of an accomplishment when Niragi Suguru exists, but still.

Stepping inside the illuminated room, you quickly slip on the hood of your fluffy white jacket, suddenly feeling self conscious when realizing players were already scattered about, watching who will be the next unfortunate victim in this twisted killing game.

You glance around, taking a few seconds to observe your surroundings. The center room that you and the other players stood in currently was circular, with yellowing walls splitting into multiple hallways. It was quite spacious actually, and there was even a second floor to accompany the large complex. However, it was just a tiny bit nerve wracking with the place eerily resembling a prison.

You focus on the wooden counter in the middle of the room, and also the tv screen on your left indicating the registration requirements.

{Each player must put on a collar in order to participate}

Ah yes, the fan favorite neck exploding collars.

Glancing down, there were only two more collars remaining, and strangely enough, there was a tiny circular screen on the front. You quickly reach for one of them, before freezing as someone’s hand brushed against yours, reaching for the same one.

In that slight moment of hesitation, they had taken the collar.

You looked up, a bit offended and half expecting a meager apology, but was met with a taller man wearing a neat blue button up, who only smiled in return.

You decided to just take the other one…and hopefully avoid him later while you’re at it. A few seconds pass with you trying to snap on the collar to no avail, and while you were frustrated, you didn’t want to ask for help from strangers.

Lucky for you, you didn’t need to ask, because the cold hand from before, who you now know belongs to the weird guy that just had to take your collar, gently took the collar from your hands.

“You’re putting it on the wrong way.”

He didn’t sound condescending like you thought he would, instead just putting the collar around your neck, the item making a metallic click sound as it securely snapped closed.

It took every muscle in your body to not flinch back from how cold his fingertips were when they made contact with your much warmer neck.

What is up with weirdos and having cold hands?

Chishiya also had cold hands.

Not that you ever held his hand, or thought about holding his hand, but you just knew.

“Oh, uh..thanks.”

At least the blue button up guy was helpful, more than the other people just staring.

You thought that concluded your painfully awkward interaction, but the man leans a little closer to your face and lowers his voice.

“My name is Banda. Banda Sunato. We should be friends.”

Yes, you could use a friend. A trustworthy one.

And you weren’t desperate enough to settle for Banda.

“Uhm..”

Banda waits for you to reply, and he really hopes you’ll be compliant. He just couldn’t help it, see, he just really liked…cats.

He hadn’t seen any animals since waking up in the borderlands, and the only thing he really missed from the ‘real world’ was his pet. So when he walked in and saw you in your cat-eared hoodie, all he could think about was how he wasn’t there to feed his cat (whom he creatively named Kitty)…and how easily blood can taint your white jacket.

Another smile seemed to grow on Banda’s face at your visible nervousness, but he wasn’t given long to appreciate it as a robotic voice filled the air from the speakers.

{The Game Will Commence}

Everyone’s attention was captured by the flickering tv screen that began displaying the rules.

{Solitary Confinement}

{Each round will last one hour. Players must guess the suit: heart, spade, diamond, or club displayed on their collar by the end of the round within five minutes. Players must report their answer inside a cell of their choosing.}

Murmurs arose around the room, and you instinctively reached up to touch your collar, now realizing that the tiny circular screen was on the back of your neck.

And everyone else’s.

{Failure to do so will result in a Game Over.}

{Clear condition: Eliminate the Jack of Hearts hidden among the players.}

{Time limit: None. All player’s visas will be frozen throughout the game. Enough food has been provided in the cafeteria.}

You share the same look of shock as many others, the thought of staying here for a long period of time leaving a bad taste in your mouth.

{Round one: Start}

There was a countdown that began immediately on the screen. People were starting to talk about the rules, and you remembered that you were still standing next to Banda. He seemed to be listening in, and you took the chance to scurry away before he could try to talk to you.

Multiple voices engaged in conversation, seemingly suspicious of the simple nature of the game.

“Well this is easy. We can just tell each other our suits.”

“But the rules mentioned that the Jack of Hearts is one of us, wouldn’t they lie to make us lose?”

“Meaning, this game would go on forever unless someone lies to the Jack.”

The last stranger's voice makes your eyes widen, looking around the room until they land on a figure leaning against the wall, arms crossed.

Chishiya.

He was alive, with his clean white summer hoodie and calm demeanor, completely fine even after the destruction of the beach. You weren’t exactly close per say, but a few interactions here and there and it was impossible to forget him.

Someone like Chishiya stood out too much, and you didn’t know whether it would be better or worse for him to remember you or not.

You might’ve stared a bit too long, because when everyone began to disperse and form their own little alliances, Chishiya caught your eyes, raising his eyebrows and grinning when you looked away again.

“Hey.”

You jump, feeling a hand grip your shoulder from behind.

It’s Banda, and he’s amused at your jumpiness by his presence.

“What do you say? Let’s be useful to each other.”

His way of wording things made it sound as if he lacked understanding of how human relations worked on the surface level. Can you really trust a man like Banda?

“Oh, I-“

Someone else butts in, stepping in next to you.

“Actually, that’s my partner.”

You held your breath when Chishiya, still full of as much audacity as the day you met him, pursed his lip and waited for Banda to back off.

Banda’s expression was unreadable, looking over at you for confirmation.

“Really? I haven’t seen you two talk at all.”

Oh.

So, Banda has been watching.

Chishiya prepared to say something else, but another small voice sounded a few feet away.

“Oh uh..”

A boy wearing a yellow striped shirt and overalls looked at you nervously, then looked back on the floor.

Chishiya and Banda glanced at each other, then at the boy, as if saying ‘what?’.

The boy bowed politely, addressing you.

“I-I was wondering if you would like to be partners!”

The two men beside you scoffed, not really expecting a third competition. But it wasn’t as if you'd pick Mr.Overalls who randomly came up over them, right?

“O-oh yeah, sure.”

Both of their smirks drop.

~AN: This is my first time writing a reader insert, so I hope it is okay. If anyone is interested in part two, let me know, and feel free to ask any questions. ♡︎~

#aib season 2 #chishiya shuntarou #chishiya x reader #banda sunato #banda x reader #chishiya #aib banda #aib s2 #alice in borderland #chishiya shuntaro #banda sunato x reader #shuntaro chishiya #sunato banda #chishiya shuntaro x reader

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slippinmickeys · 4 months

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Prompt:

Mulder & Scully vacation Christmas/Hanukah at the Quonochontaug cabin post season 11

I got such wonderful prompts right before Christmas, and I was halfway through several of them when my kiddo ended up in the ER with the flu, and then my family and I all succumbed one by one. We’re finally at full strength, and I hope to fill each prompt you all sent at some point. Hopefully this festive one isn’t too late to enjoy.

Scully looked up at the constellations rising up above the line of the house’s roof, Orion standing just along the edge of the ridge cap, shooting his arrow into the onyx horizon. The Anishinaabe called him ‘The Wintermaker,’ and on this, the solstice, the longest night of the year, she could feel the chill he brought with him. She shivered, and pulled up the neck of her coat.

“Sorry,” Mulder apologized from below the lintel. “The lock’s pretty sticky. Hasn’t been opened in a while.”

“Wasn’t the caretaker supposed to get here before us and turn on the heat?”

“The ‘caretaker,’” Mulder said on a grunt as he pushed his shoulder into the now unlocked, water-swollen door, “is an eighteen year old kid still in high school. I think we’re lucky the place is even still standing.”

The darkened maw of the summer home stood open before them, and Scully, having only been into the house twenty years before with the whole of the Kingstown police department at her back, took a hesitant step inside.

“This is a summer town, Mulder,” she said, looking around dubiously as Mulder felt around the wall for the light switch. “Don’t they have a service you can employ?”

“‘Summer’ being the operative word,” he replied on a click, flooding the room with light. “In the dead of winter, the Quonochontaug labor pool isn’t exactly flush with candidates. I think we’ll be lucky if the trash bin isn’t full of empty Stoli bottles and dead soldiers.”

Scully made a face of distaste.

“Ah,” he said, blinking into the sudden brightness. “Actually looks pretty good in here. And I think the heat is on. Maybe I should give Logan a raise.”

Mood brightened, Mulder’s eyes rove around the room, all knotty pine paneling and 70’s decor. He reached out and ran a hand down her arm, smiling.

“Why don’t you take a seat,” he said, leading her over to an avocado green davenport. “Put up your feet. I’ll bring in the bags.”

“I’m pregnant, Mulder,” she said, rubbing a hand over the swell of her stomach. “Not incapacitated.”

He gave her a sheepish grin.

“Still,” he said, and she capitulated. It’s not like they had all that much luggage. She wasn’t comfortable flying in the third trimester, and so she eschewed her usual trip to San Diego to do Christmas with what remained of the Scully clan. Mulder had suggested spending the holiday at the house in Rhode Island and here they were, alone for a week in the dead of winter in a summer house.

“When was the last time you stayed here?” she asked, wrinkling her sensitive nose at the smell of dust, of mildew.

One suitcase on the floor at his feet, one still in his hand, Mulder closed the door behind him, his face ponderous. “Overnight?” he clarified. “I think I was nineteen?”

She imagined Mulder just before twenty, lifeguarding on the local beach by day. He’d have ropey muscles, suntanned skin—all the energy of youth, the metabolism of a racehorse. She preferred the thicker, more mature version before her, though his hairline was thinning and his knees ached at night; the version of him who lit candles for her in a church.

In the linen closet, they found flaxen pouches filled with brittle lavender tucked amongst the sheets, and they made the queen-sized bed in the back bedroom, the eiderdown quilt puffing up nicely with a few vigorous shakes.

Once settled—pajamas donned, teeth brushed, Scully found she didn’t have to move far in the bed to settle into Mulder’s side, the round of her stomach resting on his belly, her leg thrown over his. She’d barely be able to roll over without falling off, and she was pretty certain Mulder’s feet were hanging about four inches off the end.

“Your parents fit in this bed?” she asked him dubiously. “Both of them?”

He pet her hair, pressed a kiss into it. “It was a different time.”

Scully thought back to those sepia toned days and pictured the Mulder family summering here; the sliding door open to the Sound, the Eagles on the radio, cigarettes hanging out of everyone’s mouth. She saw Samantha on the beach in pigtails, Mulder reading a pulp novel in an Adirondack. There would have been Tupperware jugs of lemonade on the picnic table outside, the commodore of the yacht club dropping by for a gin and tonic.

She sighed. It was indeed a different time. Nowadays, puddles didn’t freeze in December and Fox was the only Mulder left.

She rubbed her stomach gently. Maybe not the last.

He shifted his arm until it was more comfortably under her neck and sighed into the crown of her head.

“I thought we could go get you a Christmas tree tomorrow,” he said. “There’s a farm nearby where you can cut your own.”

The idea sounded eye-wateringly quaint.

“We don’t have ornaments,” she pointed out, picturing a plain green tree taking up a corner of the small living room. She wasn’t really fighting the concept, merely tempering his expectations.

“We can get lights at the drugstore. We’ll make popcorn strings or something,” he mumbled. “I’m sure there’s some fishing line in the garage.”

The corner of the living room took on a cheerful air in Scully’s imagination, a small tree with bright white lights, a jaunty fire popping under the mantle. The smell of fresh pine would do wonders for the stale air.

“Sounds nice,” she smiled.

Mulder gave her a happy squeeze.

“I’ll get up early and pick up groceries,” he said with rising enthusiasm. “Hot cocoa and eggnog. Maybe some sparkling grape juice for you and the little one for New Years?”

It was sweet how hard he was trying.

“We may need something other than beverages,” she said pragmatically.

“Pancake mix,” he went on, his exuberance not waning in the least. “Or oh, how about those cinnamon rolls in a can?”

“Perfect,” she said, chuckling. Her eyes were getting scratchy with fatigue.

Mulder sighed happily, squeezed her again, probably assembling a grocery list in his head.

Silence settled over them and Scully could hear the surf crashing into the shore, the wind buffeting the eaves. The sounds were cold, but her thoughts were warm, and as her body drifted toward sleep, she pictured Mulder holding up a small child to put a listing star on the top of a tree, Mulder walking a toddler through the dune grasses, pudgy fingers gently clasped in the bowls of his hands. She imagined filling this old house with happier memories than it had seen in years.

“Hey Mulder,” she said, her voice slurry with lassitude.

“Mm?” he hummed.

“Get real champagne for New Years,” she said, wanting to toast this second chance. “We can handle half a glass.”

#the x-files #fanfic #my fic #msr #prompt

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snitchesnsneeds · 2 months

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After too much stalling, I finally finished the other half of Miraculous Season 2. Here's my thoughts episode-by-episode:

Zombizou: The episode focused on Ms. Bustier. Honestly I get where she's coming from in that statement to Marinette. This is a world where people can become butt-ugly abominations because they felt upset, although I think Chloe still needs consequences for her actions as well as something like positive reinforcement. She had plenty consequences in season 1. Speaking of Chloe, That Asshole was wrong. There was clear intent for Chloedemption. Also could we at least have seen all that stuff Ms. Bustier does in previous episodes?

Syren: This was an episode the salters talked loads about, and honestly, I get where Adrien's coming from here. On a fundamental level the Ladybug and Black Cat miraculi aren't equals due to the Ladybug's magic reset button, but as one of the first Miraculous users, Adrien should've still been let in on the loop. Kid felt like he was useless, that Ladybug could save the day without his help. At the very least have Master Fu go one-on-one or have both kids show up while transformed or blindfolded. Also the water voices ticked me off, but that's relatively minor.

Frightningale: A fun character-of-the-week episode, especially since I'm fond of Clara Nightingale's constant rhymes and rhythm. She's dedicated to it and I love it. It's also good to see Chloe be an exceptional and talented dancer! It's good to see her having talents and interests that aren't just making people suffer!

Troublemaker: Another episode showing why I think Marinette and Adrien shouldn't date in any of their forms. I don't know enough about stalker shrines but I think Marinette's room is getting close enough to be one for Adrien. Though I'm pretty sure Adrien's seen worse or has been conditioned to not care, based on his reaction at the end. Still a shame that the local TV show had to live-film Marinette's room and beach her privacy in the local city-town of Paris while the real Paris has been converted to an amusement park for tourists. You got any other reasons why the population is so low? One more thing: I'm pretty sure the lack of ladybug-vision was more due to anxiety over losing one of her earrings and the difficulty of the villain more than anything else.

Anansi: I find the new heroes good, personally. They give more screentime to other characters. Also again with Adrien's insecurity about being useful. And I think this episode would've been over sooner if they noticed that Anansi was going to get herself akumatized over the stress and maybe just let her come or something. Or if they got Marinette to arm-wrestle her instead. Marinette has muscles, right?

Sandboy: A lore episode, mostly. The nightmares were funny for a second and I was a bit annoyed by the Akuma's voice, but that's small potatoes. I like how compared to season 1, where we would be given a bunch of development for Sandboy it's just explained to us afterwards while we instead get more time for lore.

Style Queen: Hawkmoth has a contender for the most evil character in the show. Audrey Bourgeois is the kind of person that would be made fun of in those Karen freakout videos. She cheats on her husband, neglects her daughter to the point of not remembering her name, fires people over the most minor inconveniences, and starts G-rated killing people over getting a seat in the second row. She needs to be cancelled, deplatformed, and Chloe needs a therapist and better role models. I really liked the split-second of Adrien looking shocked after Marinette told him he had the catwalk down, btw. Did he think his identity was outed there?

Queen Wasp: This is why teenagers shouldn't get superpowers. I get secondhand embarrassment watching them. Also Marinette What The Fuck why the Hell are you getting Chloe to bond with the Absolute Worst Person For Her

Maledictator: This is what happens when you make Chloe bond with a Chernobyl-level toxic influence, Marinette. In general this episode was funny, both intentionally and unintentionally. Everyone starts celebrating Chloe ditching Paris with her mother except Adrien because Chloe was her only friend even though she was a detriment to everyone else and suddenly Marinette feels bad because she worships Adrien. The first thing the villain of the week does is make Audrey stop being such a horrible person and later he made Chat Noir reach the limit of catboyness. It's like a Smiling Friends episode. Also it was cool to see Chloe's depths and self-loathing. Surely that won't be forgotten and Chloe will be given therapy so she can become a better person, right?

Reverser (Put here so it makes sense timeline-wise): It's Yaoi time. Except that Nathaniel is into Ladybug (who I assume he knows is Marinette) here and Marc is fine with that. Overall a good episode. Some nice humor, and Reverser's probably the best akuma design so far I love the paper stuff. Plus more info on the side characters and a spot of good humor, excellent!

Frozer: Ah, there's the Nathmarc. And explicit Julerose. And Marinette getting some idea that her fantasy of Adrien is unhealthy and shouldn't be followed. And Adrigami, albeit a bit one-sided. Quit pining over someone who doesn't love you and get with someone who does, kid. And a smidgeon of Marigami. And Adrien's bodyguard being his daddy in place of his father. And a pinch of me seeing what the salters were talking about with the girlsquad and them forcing Marinette and Adrien together. Or at least Alya and Mylene. I couldn't hear what Alix, Juleka, and Rose were saying, but they disagreed, right? At least one of them had to disagree, right?

Heroes' Day Two-Parter: Marinette you're being too hotheaded against Lila no you gotta be like Columbo. Also yet another Marinette Costanza moment. Otherwise not much to say here. It's the boss rush episode, it's the series finale, Alya managed to catch onto Nino being Carapace but still can't seem to connect the dots between Ladybug and Marinette, the Peacock Miraculous is introduced, and Natalie is on my suslist.

I might procrastinate again on the first half of season 3. The first episode deserves a post of it's own. It's the salt episode.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #marinette dupain cheng #miraculous marinette #adrien agreste #miraculous adrien #ml salt #chloe bourgeois #miraculous chloe #alya cesaire #miraculous alya #miraculous #lukanette #adrigami #nathmarc

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ashintheairlikesnow · 4 months

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Wonderful

CW: Intimate whump, frank/mocking noncon discussion, captivity, forced relationship (... sort of), threats of violence/death

(As always, Jax is @comfy-whumpee's OC and is used with permission and oversight)

Brayden Marcoset has never hated a single soul as much as he hates his cousin’s stupid fucking English muffin of a man.

Savvie had taken a perfectly good house slave, trained by the best man in the business, and then she somehow ruined him entirely. Placid and obedient had become watchful and cunning. As if she’d turned a fucking housepet into a caged, half-rabid… coyote, or something.

Not that Brayden’s ever seen one other than on television, but… still. Metaphors don’t matter.

She’s given the man delusions of grandeur, pulled him into her bed when he should have spent his nights in the servant quarters or bedded down with the hunting hounds where he belongs.

It’s one thing for a Marcoset man to take a liking to staff - that's just part of life - but none of them ever demanded to marry one. And no Marcoset man ever tried to make any of the resulting little bastards into legitimate Marcoset heirs.

It’s disgusting.

Brayden’s eyelid twitches just looking at him, where he sits on the long end of the sectional like he even deserves to be there. Savvie dresses him in clothes that are worth more than he is, simpers and smiles and kisses him, calls him sweet little nicknames and all but throws herself at him 24 hours a day, seven days a week.

It’s hell, having to play along with her ridiculous little games.

But… here they are, he and the man Savvie insists on calling her husband sitting across from each other like this is normal or fine and not Savvie twisting and bending the rules of reality to her will like she always does.

Jax should be standing unobtrusively in a corner waiting to be given an order. He should be wearing the staff uniform of white shirt, black pants, black collar, and eyes on the ground.

He should be her little secret she brings to her bed and then sends away right after and he should be grateful for being her favorite.

Instead, he’s sitting on the couch as miserable as Brayden is, wearing a pair of tailored jeans and a sweater Brayden owns himself in a different color and now can’t wear ever again, not now that the muffin has worn it.

Not now that he realizes Jax looks better in that style of sweater than he does.

Grudgingly, he admits to himself that Jax looks pretty good in general. Too thin, thanks to Savvie’s iron control over how much he eats and when he gets the chance to eat it, but… good. He’s got that hint of lean muscle you can’t quite hide, and his hair looks good. Maybe he’s got shadows under his eyes, but really… that’s not so bad. He’s handsome enough, even with the shock collar permanently locked around his neck.

Next to him, looking ethereal - she thinks, anyway - in an empire-waist gown with too many layers of faint pastel shades that she believes turn her into some kind of watercolor queen, Savvie has a hand on his knee as she gestures. She pauses, looking between he and Jax, and Brayden feigns a reaction - he has no idea what she just said.

Neither does Jax, he thinks - he’s staring slightly off to one side as Savvie chatters about their most recent ‘babymoon’, a trip down to the beach house to enjoy the waves, work on her next album, and really just focus on being ‘us’ for a while. She’s only twenty-three weeks pregnant and they’ve already gone on two of the damn things, Savvie dragging Jax with her like the idiot little dog on a short leash he might as well be.

How many more can she plan? How many more of these stories is he going to have to pretend he’s listening to?

Brayden watches Jax instead.

His jaw is angled more sharply than it was when he’d first arrived, years ago, as if he’s always biting something back. Brayden had seen him a few times before back then, before he’d gone to the cops and it had nearly cost them all everything… Jax had been blank, then, too, but it had been… different.

Now he isn’t really empty.

Jax's face always looks like a computer with the monitor off but programs still whirring all the same. Whatever there is going on behind his eyes, Brayden can’t see it. And he’s usually pretty good at reading the shit the servants think they’re hiding. Or roughing them up until they tell him anyway.

But with Jax, it’s like looking through completely frosted glass. Shadows, a hint of a color, maybe, but… nothing clear. Never enough to get any understanding. Being trapped in Savvie’s life - in her bed, in her arms - has made Jax into a better liar than he’d been when he first arrived.

That’s not just irritating.

That’s dangerous.

But Savvie doesn’t see it.

Savvie pauses, leans over, whispers into Jax’s ear as she gives his knee a squeeze. Brayden watches a soft smile flicker across his face, gone as fast as it came. He whispers, Yes, Miss Savvie in that hushed voice that makes Brayden’s teeth itch. Savvie pushes herself to her feet. Her stomach isn't really that rounded but she acts like it’s already huge, rubbing her hand over it, up and down. Brayden barely stops himself from rolling his eyes.

He gets the sense Jax feels the same as he does, for once.

“I’ll be right back,” Savvie says brightly. “Keep an eye on him for me, won’t you, Bray? Just… part of the magic, I guess, is having to go to the bathroom every six minutes. I swear…” She’s still talking when she leaves the room. Has she stopped since she got here? He’s pretty sure she hasn’t. She barely even pauses to breathe.

But at least the room gets quiet, now.

He glances over at Jax, who doesn’t look back. But, like a shark scenting blood a mile away, Brayden sees how his scarred hands shift where they rest, falsely relaxed. Brayden watches his ring finger twitch, the simple band Savvie put there glinting dimly in the light.

“How badly do you wish she would just drop dead right now?” He asks, seemingly idly, tipping his cut-crystal glass to watch the whiskey and ice swirl around each other. “More than before she got herself pregnant, or less?”

Jax’s jaw shifts. Those eyes move to his, briefly, all innocent uncertainty. “Don’t know w-what you mean,” He says, voice low.

“Oh, give up the bullshit,” Brayden says, huffing as he takes a drink, leaning over with his elbows on his thighs. He finds a half-smile, but he doesn’t mean it, and he doesn’t try to look like he does. “We all know how you feel. You might as well be honest with me about it. Besides, we’re basically family, now, right? I was at your wedding. I was your best man, your best-... what, d’you call it your best mate in merry old England?”

He laughs at his own mockery of an accent that has only the slightest relation to Jax’s own, taking a drink. This is his fourth whiskey of the evening and the other three went down smooth. The world is getting brighter, with sharper edges - just how he likes it.

At the mention of the wedding - where Jax had gone where he was told, done what he was told to do, said the words Savvie gave him to say, and probably gone back to Savvie’s home that night and whispered sweet nothings like a man with a gun to his head - Jax’s fingers twitch again. They close into loose fists. He doesn’t even bother with a reply, this time.

Just looks away again.

“Hey.” Brayden frowns, snapping his fingers, but Jax doesn’t even flinch. “I’m talking to you.”

More silence.

“Come on. Give me something to work with.” He sits back again, raking a hand back through his hair. “You’re a treat to have around for a visit, aren’t you? So very talkative. Goddamn chatty. Jax, why are you even here, anyway? You don’t have to be.”

That gets him the briefest bit of eye contact, but nothing more. “Miss Savvie was invited for dinner,” He says, voice low and blank and empty. It makes Brayden’s anger rise like a storm surge inside him, battering his resolve.

The rest of the staff… react. They murmur obedience, they smile when he tells them to, they answer every question with yes, Master Brayden or no, Master Brayden, or whatever you want, Master Brayden. But Jax, the worst of them all, has to be treated like he matters just because Savvie thinks his dick hung the moon.

Brayden moves fluidly onto his feet, ignoring the way the world spins a little. Maybe, he thinks, he shouldn’t have another whiskey after he finishes this one. He moves around the coffee table, closing the distance between them. Jax’s fists close tighter and tighter, until his nails must be breaking skin. As Brayden bends and then leans in close, Jax subtly leans away, trying to keep distance between them.

But Brayden isn’t in the mood for distance.

Not tonight.

Instead, he shifts gears, switches over to easygoing, we’re all guys here friendliness. “Seriously, man. We all know she’s batshit, she always was. We all know it. Nobody really thinks this is Romeo and Juliet but her. You know? You should be scrubbing floors right now. Or… I don’t know, maybe you should be somewhere else. Like back home, huh?”

Jax takes in a breath, his eyes determinedly focused on a spot on the wall somewhere over Brayden’s shoulder, but he doesn’t reply. This close, Brayden can smell the cologne Savvie makes him wear.

“It’s okay,” Brayden murmurs, looking towards the door Savvie went through and then back. “It’s just the two of us here. Be honest with me, Mr. Marm-... Marcoset.” He’s slurring a little as the whiskeys catch up to him, but it doesn’t matter. “You spend half the night thinking about putting a pillow over her fucking face, and you know nobody who actually knew her would even blame you, so why not do it? Or… look, it’s just us here and now. Just you and me. Tell me why you don’t just… go, get out of here, get the fuck out of my sight. And don’t say the collar. If you’re here at this house, the shock collar can’t be set to make you stay at her house, so… why not just fucking take off before she can get to the remote? You could make it outside before she even notices. I wouldn’t even say anything, I’d just sit here and wait. I’d even give you a good head start.”

He drops his voice lower, soft and poisonously seductive. The kind of voice he might use on a pretty servant girl, not his cousin’s idiot husband. Just above a whisper. The same way he might have otherwise murmured to one of the staff to be in my room at midnight, to Jax he offers a different kind of poison laced with sugar.

“She left the keys in the car, didn’t she? You know she did. Go on, Jax. I won’t say a damn thing. Just go. Get the fuck out of our lives and be free and then I never have to see your ugly fucking face again.”

He’s nearly breathing whiskey-breath in Jax’s face, and still, the man doesn’t move. Doesn’t even wrinkle his nose.

Brayden chuckles, forcing it, because he’s getting absolutely nothing from the man still seated in perfect still silence on the couch, but he can feel under all that empty space the rising tension. He can tell he’s getting to Jax, at least a little.

He wants to throw him to the floor, kick his ribs until he hears the satisfying snap when one of them breaks, and then keep going. Give Savvie back her man with black eyes and busted-out teeth, a broken jaw. Show him how little he means, no matter what Savvie tells him.

He’s just staff.

He’s just something else the Marcosets own.

He doesn’t deserve their name, and he isn’t even grateful for it.

“Come on,” He murmurs, nearly close enough to touch now. “You know you want to go. You could get out before there’s some little monster screaming for you alongside her all night, some bastard baby you’ll hate as much as you hate her. Throw a punch, I’ll let you hit me even. Make it look like a fight and not like you’re just following my orders, too. Go on. Or… well, wait a second.”

He sits down next to Jax, slinging an arm around his shoulder like they’re the best of friends, leaning in until he’s nearly close enough to kiss.

“Do you... do you not even want to go? Huh? Is the problem that you really want to be here? Got a lil case of the Stockholm Syndrome? That’s not real, you know. They made it up... doesn’t matter. But hey, maybe you have it anyway. Maybe you like fucking her every single night. That’s why you never take the chances, because… because we know there are chances, don’t we, you and I? After you dick her down real good, she falls asleep and you have hours, but no… you stay right there and wait to be told to dick her down again, huh? Because you want to be here." He laughs again, barely making a sound. "You sad little shit, you actually love her and you don’t even know it. Love her so much you’re having a baby together. Some little fucking clone of my cousin, but hey. Maybe the little goblin will have your eyes, huh? You can teach it to say yes, Miss Savvie like a goddamn moron just like you. Gonna be the baby's first words, right?"

There.

Jax’s back and shoulders feel like iron, tense as steel bearing too much weight under the soft cashmere, beneath Brayden’s arm. The way that tension turns to shaking makes him smile. Jax’s knuckles are bleached against the fabric of his jeans, his face paper-white beneath some red that lingers in his cheeks.

It’s a good look on him.

It’d be better if he was bleeding.

Too much whiskey has Brayden’s hand creeping back up, over the back of Jax’s neck to the shock collar’s lock. He knows the combo, the whole family knows the combo they use for the shock collars. “I’ll take it off,” He whispers, “And give you twenty minutes. How far can you get, I wonder? I want to see. Don’t you want to see how far you can get?”

Jax’s eyes, locked as they are on the wall in front of him, flare slightly. Brayden’s close enough to hear his breathing suddenly go shallow, and then catch.

“Come on,” Brayden whispers. “Run, rabbit. Run.”

Brayden’s fingers brush over the lock, the hair that just barely curls over it at the nape of Jax’s neck.

“Don’t,” Jax says, voice tight.

Brayden’s lip curls in disgust. “Why not?”

“Because, Brayden, in this particular moment he is smarter than you are.”

The voice of Brayden’s father booms from the doorway,.

Brayden feels blood somehow both rush to his face and also drain from it at the same moment. Then his vision goes red. Jax had seen Isaac coming, hadn’t he? He'd seen, and he hadn’t said a damn thing.

Brayden gets back to his feet, stumbling forward before straightening his posture. Even in his late thirties, he’s still got a hint of nerves around Isaac. Being too drunk in front of his father feels like a great way to get himself in deep shit all over again.

Isaac Marcoset, always the biggest presence in any room he enters, moves casually as he rolls his sleeves back down. Smears of faint red on his knuckles are the only sign of the work he’s been busy with for the past hour. The head of the Marcoset family is all charm and darkness. He’s sly smiles and handshakes that sometimes go on just a little too long, and he’s also agonizing, lingering death in a back room, with staff removing bodies out the back door.

Brayden takes a breath. He feels the strangely teenage urge to hide his whiskey glass behind his back and fights it. “Hey... Hey, Dad.”

Isaac only raises an eyebrow, pouring himself a drink from the bar cart in the corner. The silence draws out, awkward and heavy.

Brayden clears his throat. “I-I wasn’t really going to take it off, I was… I was just fucking with him, that’s all.”

“I certainly hope you’re not fucking with him, Bray.” Isaac takes a drink, waiting for Brayden to understand his terse joke. No one laughs. “I realize he has some sort of attractive quality to him, although I have no idea what, but still. It’s bad enough that my niece lowers herself to bedding him, surely you can abstain?”

Brayden's face burns so hot he half thinks he'll catch fire. "Dad!"

In the corner of his eyes, Brayden sees the corners of Jax’s smile shift into a shit-eating little smirk.

The little shit. How dare he looks like that, like he's gotten one over on Brayden, and how dare he wear the fucking wedding ring that means Brayden can’t even do anything about it. Not anything permanent enough to count, anyway.

Brayden drops back into his seat, hunching his shoulders and glaring over the edge of his glass. He tells himself if Jax so much as cracks a fucking joke, he’ll break this glass, carve that smirk into the stupid fucker's face, and beg Savvie for forgiveness afterward.

When he looks, though, Jax isn’t even looking at him. Those hazel eyes are locked on Isaac, as if Brayden simply ceases to exist when his father walks in the door. It’s a feeling that’s far too familiar, and it makes Brayden feel… small.

Which pisses him off even more.

And Jax knows it.

“Hello, Uncle Isaac,” Jax says, serene. As if they were all simply discussing the weather. But that shit-eating grin doesn’t leave his face, even if it never makes it to his eyes.

“Hello, miscreant,” Isaac replies, apparently in a good enough mood to humor him. “I have to assume, if I’m forced to endure your presence, that my niece is here as well?”

“She went to th’bathroom,” Brayden mutters, drinking the rest of his whiskey in two gulps, using the burn as a distraction from his embarrassment and fury at even being embarrassed in front of glorified staff, Savvie’s little toy. “Mother said… what, twenty minutes ago? I think? She said supper’s served at seven.”

“Hm. Not much longer, then. Good, I’ve worked up an appetite.” Isaac settles into his favorite armchair in the sitting room, tapping fingertips on the upholstery. “You should learn to control yourself, Bray. My niece’s choice of men may not run to the most handsome or most intelligent-... or men with brains at all, really-... but despite his many faults… well. There isn't anything we can do about those. The miscreant remains whether we like it or not."

“Now you’re just hurting my feelings,” Jax says, with absolutely no emotion whatsoever. “Thought we were family now, Uncle Isaac.”

Brayden glares at him - he’s been silent, but now he talks? Now he has little quips to say, once Brayden looks like a moron in front of his father and Isaac is the one holding fucking court?

Jax’s smile widens ever so slightly as he finally meets Brayden’s eyes. “Didn’t you just say so? You were at the wedding. You were my best mate.”

“I’m going to pull your teeth out with pliers!” Brayden lunges forward with a roar. He winds one arm back and whips his glass right at Jax, whose hands are up fast enough that it just bounces off his forearms, sprays half-melted ice cubes and whiskey-flavored water in Jax’s hair and clothes, and then cracks into pieces on the floor. “You little shit! I’ll pull out each and every fucking fingernail and make you regret-”

“Brayden Marcoset!” Isaac’s voice is louder than the pulse of fury in Brayden’s mind. “Calm yourself!”

For a long, drawn-out moment, he can’t move. All he can think about is choking the life out of Jax until his smirk dies, until his eyes go dim, and then the emptiness isn’t fake anymore, it’s real. And he can see that Jax knows he wants to, knows just how little there is keeping him from turning him into a smear on the floor for the staff to scrub out.

He wouldn’t even be the first.

Then, he takes a breath and sits down.

“Hannah!” He yells over his shoulder. “Come clean this mess up in here!”

She’s always close by. Hannah, one of the aforementioned bastards the Marcosets hold onto for their own purposes, looks entirely too much like Savvie. She, though, wears the white-and-black uniform, her collar snug around her neck, and her hair - that Marcoset hair, wavy and thick - is cut to her chin. She swallows, hard, when she sees them all. “Master-... oh, good evening, Master Isaac,” She says, feigning cheer, but Brayden isn’t in the fucking mood for it. "Master Jax."

"He's nobody's fucking master. Shut the fuck up. Just clean up the fucking mess,” He says, and waves his hand. Hannah takes in the sight of the cracked glass on the floor and droplets of water, Jax sitting there marked with it himself, and then her gaze moves to the fury on Brayden’s face.

She pulls a towel from where it had been tucked over her belt for easy use. Her face is carefully expressionless. “Yes, Master Brayden.”

That’s more like it.

The three of them watch her clean in awkward silence - or Isaac and Brayden do, who the fuck knows what Jax is actually looking at - and then she vanishes as quickly as she came.

Brayden points after her. “That should be you,” He says to Jax, voice flat. “Cleaning up my mess, saying yes sir and no sir, and never giving me any shit. Got it? Savvie’s weird obsession with you is the only thing that keeps me from making sure you work your hands to the bone here on my orders.”

Jax opens his mouth - Brayden’s going to kill him, whatever he says next - but Isaac speaks before he manages to say whatever was on his mind.

“Oh, let it go,” Isaac says, waving a hand. “You’re letting him work you up. When you do this, you teach him that he matters to you.”

“He-”

The door bursts open and all three men tense, then, but it’s only Savvie returning. She’s breathless and flushed and her eyes are shining. She looks like a princess in a fairytale as she rushes forward to grab Jax’s hands in her own and pull him to his feet. “Jax! Honey, come feel!”

She doesn’t even seem to see her cousin or uncle. Only Jax.

Only.

Jax.

Brayden’s teeth grind together watching Jax’s sly cunning disappear, replaced with the play-acting at earnest, if nervous, adoration that Savvie demands from him. Everyone else on earth could disappear and Savvie wouldn’t care, as long as she had her fucking English muffin to cling to.

Nothing fucking matters but him.

“Feel what, Miss Savvie…?” Jax’s confusion, at least, is genuine. His hands hang slightly limp in her grip. She pulls him to her, pressing his palms over her stomach through her dress, biting her lower lip and looking downward.

Brayden groans as he realizes what it is.

Jax glances at him and then back, but it doesn’t seem to have sunk in for him, not just yet. Then he flinches, minutely, eyes widening. He pulls his hands back. “M-Miss Savvie-”

There are bloodstains, small but vibrant, on her dress now, from the wounds he’s made with his own fingernails in the palms of his hands.

Savvie doesn’t notice, or doesn’t care.

She pulls him right back, her hands pressed down a little too hard over his to keep them where she wants them. Hard enough to make him wince. Savvie’s forehead touches his, and she whispers excitedly, “Did you feel her? Did you feel her kicking?”

Jax stares down, then, at their hands, and her rounded stomach. As if he could look right through it and see the growing life inside. “Yeah,” He whispers. He looks like he wants to sink into the floor, like he might be sick. “I-... I feel it, I th-think. That’s-”

“That’s her kicking,” Savvie whispers. “That’s her. Jax, sweetie, that’s…” She sniffs, taking pause for dramatic effect. “That’s our daughter. Our baby.”

“Th-that’s our baby,” Jax repeats. He sounds numb.

“Oh,” Savvie whispers, sounding a little amazed. It’s an oddly genuine sound, dropping the theatrics, the eternal performance. As if this has knocked even Savvie out of her usual song-and-dance. She hesitates, and then shifts Jax’s hands a little. “She’s kicking harder for you, isn’t she? She knows it’s you already.”

“Y-... you think she does?” Jax’s voice nearly matches Savvie’s. The awe in his voice might almost be real. It’s brief, but they almost look and sound like a real couple. Just for a second. Just if you tilt your head, squint, and pretend you don’t see the shock collar locked on his neck and the way she holds his hands too tight.

“Yeah,” Savvie says, and her smile is sweet as she lifts one hand to touch his face. There’s a pause, Jax’s eyes are locked on her stomach, he doesn’t react to her touch at all. Some of the syrupy-soft smile on her face starts to fade. The warmth in her chills. “Jax. She knows you’re her daddy, isn’t that wonderful?”

Half of Brayden is amused that she still has to prod Jax to give his line, to keep up the performance. Half of him is disgusted that Jax goes along with it, tips his head into the palm of her hand and gives her the big doe eyes she loves so much.

“Yes, Miss Savvie,” Jax answers, automatically, meeting her gaze now. He turns his face and it might almost seem like he’s kissing her palm, although even drunk Brayden can see that he isn’t really doing that at all. Savvie, though, sees what she wants to see - she always has. Jax’s fingers twitch where his hands are still laid on her rounded stomach, feeling the shifting movements of the growing child, the fucking anchor Savvie has tied around his neck. He manages something like a slight, faint smile. “It’s w-wonderful.”

It’s fucking depressing, is what it is.

“Fuck,” Brayden mutters, wishing he had another drink.

#the motherfucking gallaghers #jax gallagher #jax #savvie marcoset #sadistic whumper #captivity #whump #multiple whumpers #intimate whumper #creepy whumper #defiant whumpee #it's quiet here but jax absolutely is pissing brayden off #also features: brayden being weirdly homoerotic about jax #you uh #you got something to share with the class there buddy #alcohol use tw #pregnancy tw

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enchantedchocolatebars · 4 months

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🍎 Lesharold Headcanons 🧡

🍎 Original headcanons 🧡

🧡 Ao3 version 🍎

• After the show ended, the two decided to start dating!

• Harold adores his large and in charge queen. She's soft, sassy, affectionate, and caring. He ensures that he drinks plenty of respect Leshawna juice every day. 🥤🍹

• Leshawna is head over heels for her funky and scrawny little white boy! Sure, he has his awkward moments, but he has a sweet side to him that a sister like her could get used to.

• The nerd is fond of writing Leshawna little love letters and putting them in places where he knows she’ll find them. When she does, Leshawna gushes over how cute they are and thanks Harold with a kiss. 💋

• IF ANY MALL SHOPPING PONYTAIL WEARING TEEN GIRL READING PEAKING IN HIGH SCHOOL PROM TRASH TALKER tries making fun of her man, they are DEFINITELY going to lose an arm or two. Leshawna IS NOT playing around. She will not hesitate to smack them down. Harold's a geek, but that’s HER geek.

• Harold has a tendency to stare at Leshawna’s bum from time to time. Him: (In his mind) Thicc.

• Leshawna loves surprising Harold with hugs from behind.

•When they go to the beach and Harold spots Leshawna in her swimwear, the dweeb can’t help but WORSHIP and PRAISE her like a QUEEN.

• Harold is flexing his "muscles" and trying to use his "mad surfing skills" as a way to appear cool in front of Leshawna at the beach. Leshawna sees this and simply chuckles, finding her honey bun too cute.

• If Harold spots another guy trying to flirt with his girl, he is not having it! He marches over there and, as a gentleman, asks Leshawna if she would like to hold his hand. When she says yes, the two walk away hand in hand. While the couple are walking, Harold looks back at the jerk who was trying to flirt with Leshawna and gives him a nasty glare.

• I can totally see them being a musical couple who love performing for fun at karaoke bars together! 🎤🎵 We all know after listening to the song “Sisters” that Leshawna can sing her freakin’ butt off and Harold is an expert at rapping and beatboxing!

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exitpursuedbyavulcan · 6 months

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I made a list of pairings, but now I've got titles and summaries for you! Headers will be added as I make them.

12/14: Patience, Zaldrīzītsos Hand holding & dry humping with What is Broken!Aemond x Fiancee/Sister!Reader

At their pre-wedding tourney, Aemond sits in the stands with his sister – his betrothed – and holds her hand to help calm her while they watch the fighting, and continues to do so all through the dinner. He escorts her back to her chambers to kiss her goodnight, but kisses turn into something more…

12/15: After the War Dreams & Dirty Talk with Tom Bennett x Reader

The night before Tom is sent back to his ship, he spends one last night with his best girl and makes plans for what they'll do when the war is over.

12/16: With No One Around In Nature & Deep Throating with Aemond x Wife!Reader

When you and Aemond need to relax, you have a secret spot where you can go and be all alone.

12/17: Okay? Okay. Reassurance & Car Sex with Modern!Aegon x Girlfriend!Reader

You end up needing to run a few errands at the same time Aegon has his weekly therapist's appointment, so you decide to drop him off and pick him up. But when he gets back in the car, he's desperate for affirmation. It seems the topic of his appointment was his parent's marriage

12/18: Enclosed Letters & lingere kink with Tom Bennett x Reader

When he's far away at sea, Tom finds himself infinitely grateful that you found work at a photography studio.

12/19: One Day... Future & Face Sitting with Billy Washington x Reader

After months of recovering from Cranstead, and even more months of job-searching, Billy has finally been hired. And he knows exactly how he wantsto celebrate.

12/20: Presents Wrapped in Black Sharing a Drink & Toys with Daemon x Sugar Baby!Reader

Unfortunately, Daemon was the only one home when his Christmas present arrived, and even worse, there was no wrapping on the package. So, you spend Christmas Eve experimenting with his very extensive new collection of fine spirits and liquors. And since he got his present early, he thinks it's only fair that you do too. Of course, he can never resist spoiling you...

12/21: Dusky Pink Sunset & Orgasm Control with Studious!Aemond x Wife!Reader

Y'all'll get this summary once Studious VI is out... 👀

12/22: Hold Your Breath Swimming & Face Fucking with Tom Bennett x Reader

When Tom takes you to the beach for your first holiday since the war, you quickly begin to suspect he has an ulterior motive. But as long as you can watch his muscle moves as he swims, you can be okay with that.

12/23: The Princess at the Inn Bed Sharing & Accidental Stimulation with Ser Criston Cole x Aegon's Twin!Reader Yes I'm a simp for Cole, fucking sue me

For the first time in years, Ser Criston Cole is not guarding his Queen. Alicent has sent him on a covert mission to retrieve her wayward daughter, who has fled from the prospect of marrying her twin brother. It was supposed to be simple, but he quickly finds that the girl he thought to be so like her elder half-sister is in fact quite different.

12/24: Office Christmas Party A Fancy Party & Praising with Modern!Aemond x Reader

You totally aren't worried about making a fool of yourself at your boyfriend's office Christmas party. Why would you be? It's only hours of socializing with people richer than you, better dressed than you, and probably smarter than you. It's only the first time you would meet Aemond's famous family (who you may or may not have heard telling him how 'beneath him' you are whenever Aemond forgets you're home and has his phone on speaker). What about that could possibly make you nervous?

12/25: I'll Be Home for Christmas Promise & Phone Sex with Osferth x Reader

Your fiance, Osferth, has been gone far too long. The two month trip - to see all the holy sites from the New Testament - was already long enough as it is. But now, a massive blizzard has stranded him at the airport. It's Christmas Eve, and you might very well be spending your favorite holiday alone.

#12 days of smuff #aemond fic #aemond targaryen fic #aegon fic #aegon ii fic #aegon ii targaryen fic #daemon fic #daemon targaryen fic #tom bennett fic #billy washington fic #osferth fic #what is broken #studious #criston cole fic

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piinkyypriincess · 4 months

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SWEET SUMMER ORANGE

Targaryen Dynasty x Fem!Teen!OC

"Green must find her way to orange, or all is lost. The dragons will dance and die, surrounded by fire and blood."

Multiple Main Pairings!

Main Focus ~ Fem!OC and Targaryen Dynasty (Yandere, Obsessive, Protective)

Warnings ~ Obsessive Behavior, Possessive Behavior, Spying, Implications of Self Harm (Blood Oth), and Anger.

Spoilers ~ Ton!!

Masterpost ~ Here.

Beta Read/Edited ~ No (No Beta Lmao)

Word Count ~ 2.8k Words.

Chp Summary ~ The job of being a guard to a Princess with a large heart is taxing.

Chp 5 ~ The Job of a Royal Guard.

A vital part of a guard's duty is to keep their monarchs safe and alive.

That job should be considerably easy for someone who was formerly a part of the Unsullied army.

Black Scorpion is a trained soldier that is made to kill. His tall body was packed with lean muscles that rippled as he moved and he had scars from war that were grotesque.

They were all a testimony to his decade and a half as a slave-soldier. They were a testimony to the Queen of the Summer Islands when she appointed him as the Sword of the Sweet Lotus Vale Princess.

It was especially comical because the small girl also was appointed a shield.

Yellow Lizard was Black Scorpion's brother in arms during his time as a slave-soldier. They trained alongside each other and worked well without spoken words.

Yellow Lizard was only a few inches shorter than Black Scorpion, but he was more muscular in a burly sense. The man appeared so strong that others were sure he could fight off angry elephants.

The job of being guards should be even easier for two Unsullied, who are assigned to protecting a child half their size.

It was not like Vhagarhā Qo was an unpleasant Princess to guard. No, not at all was she rude or arrogant.

The pair actually looked forward to running around everyday with the young Princess.

She kept them entertained with her babbling off history and random facts.

Sometimes, she would force the pair into painting with her and the Princess Shaeneera of the Island of Women.

Other times they were commanded to drink tea with her and the Crown-Princess Xhandam of Tall Trees Town.

Occasionally, the young girl would join Princess Visenrhae of Pearl Palace to the forests in search of adventure, and the Unsullied would trail along with attentive eyes.

Once in a moon cycle, the King Xando would summon the three to watch performers in Ebonhead and be one with the people.

Everyday, the Queen Lynara and the young Princess read in the Queen's private solar. The two young men would be allowed inside and sat with their weapons laid around their feet.

More times than not, after spending time with the Islands Rulers and her Princess sisters, the child would doze off while looking into the sunset. The two men would stand guard dutifully and ensure her saftey.

She was usually perched in a hammock on her private beach watching the stars blend into the night sky. There was no need for private royal guards however, the private beaches were surrounded by bought Unsullied personnel that was freed in the Summer Islands.

When the hour grew dark, Yellow Lizard would wake the girl so she could bathe, then sleep.

They had a steady routine with just enough adventure to keep both men on their toes. The young girl had both wrapped around her pinky fingers and the only way they would let go is if they were dead.

However, the Princess had too large of a heart.

Seemingly a poetic reason for why she had two guards, Unsullied soldiers nonetheless, instead of one. That was besides the fact that she was the youngest.

Watching the young Princess converse with a venomous woman like Alicent Hightower was not a surprise. Vhagarhā had affection stored in her heart for even the ill hearted.

The Unsullied duo's job was more than protecting the child's physical form, it was their duty to protect her heart.

That was something that the two decided on their own after watching her cry for the first time.

They cut open their palms using the Vhagarhā’s Valyrian steel dagger, Sunstriker, and swore to protect her until the end of their days. If they were to fail at their duty, they would execute themselves.

Black Scorpion could shutter at the thought of harm befalling upon his Princess.

She had asked for the men to stay within where they could see her, but not be noticable. The pair obliged despite their want to protest, the Princess had a determined look on her face.

They just hadn't expected her to fall into the snake's den willingly.

Black Scorpion was perched on the opposite side of where the Weirwood tree stood, eyes sharply watching the Queen.

Yellow Lizard was behind the stairwell leading to the library, only the glare of the sun reflecting off his dark armor visible.

The woman seemed unnaturally mellow for a viper, it almost made the man want to rip the young Princess away from the older woman.

A viper had no business mingling with a delicate doe like Vhagarhā. Eventually, the woman would try and snap her fangs at the girl; the pair hated to think of the consequences for killing the Westerosi Queen.

A vital part of the guards duties is to keep their Princess safe and alive; they would not hesitate to have the blood of the Queen Alicent on their hands if it meant ensuring just that.

However, sometimes not interfering would benefit her more. Black Scorpion swallowed pride as his heart ached to bring the Princess back to the Maidenvault.

If he were to listen to his urges to escort the girl away from the Godswood, Alicent may grow upset with the pair of them.

That anger could be projected onto Vhagarhā, who deserved nothing less of appreciation.

They both stood in position due to their foresight of a potential reluctant ally. It was better to keep the Princess with the Queen of the realm rather than pull her away. Keeping their enemies close would be an advantage, especially when knowing how much animosity Alicent Hightower had for Rhaenyra Targaryen, the Heir to the Iron Throne.

War was bound to break out as the days grew cold and King Viserys health declined.

Vhagarhā possessed a charm that could sway evil spirits and ward away madness.

The Unsullied pair witnessed her do it with gentle hands and a kind smile more times than they could count. They'd felt that charm soothe their own wounds more times than they were willing to admit.

Having the Queen as an ally instead of an enemy could prove to be fruitful in the upcoming years.

Yellow Lizard had informants report that a war of succession was bound to break out. It didn't matter what the Prince Aegon or Princess Rhaenyra wanted, the realm of Westeros would tear itself apart regardless.

From what the royal guards had witnessed so far within the Red Keep, the House of the Dragon wasn't standing tall either.

The one-eyed Prince held onto Princess Shaeneera with a tight hold on her arm. The pair glanced at each other from their positions with amusement dancing in their eyes, but straight faced.

The Princess could quite literally walk on water. A dragon's fire was the least of their concerns when dealing with Princess Shaeneera, who looked almost bored.

Yellow Lizard observed from behind the staircase how the man's lone eye never seemed to stray far from her face, and how the man huffed at her nonchalant attitude.

After a shared word, Shaeneera tugged Prince Aemond along with her to converse with her sister and the Queen. Surprised by her strength, he almost tripped before falling into step with her.

A smirk was evident on the man's face, Black Scorpion noticed. He quickly schooled his expression into a blank canvas before they reached his Mother.

The Queen's demeanor seemed to shift from lighthearted to judgemental in the matter of seconds. She stepped from behind the young Princess and seemed to play guard for Vhagarhā, blocking her from the second oldest Princesses view.

The guards knew that Shaeneera wasn't the most strategic, not that the Princess had to be. Especially in non-political situations, the girl shouldn't have to think strategically.

The Rhoynish woman knew more about the sea’s, boat's, and crafting than planning.

None could blame her, but she was still ignorant with the Westerosi kind.

Every interaction was a political move, every word would be hung onto and could dictate the status of your likeness in the country.

As Black Scorpion suspected, the green Queen's venom began to spill out.

Alicents auburn eyebrows were pinched together in frustration and her hands tightly clasped behind her back as a means to steady herself.

Yellow Lizard could see Alicents lips move better In his position; Black Scorpion watched as Shaeneera's blonde eyebrows raised slowly.

The pair could feel the tension rising as Vhagarhā's unique eyes started to go glassy.

With one firm nod at each other and fire behind their eyes, the pair snuck around to the end of an open stone passage. They fell in step together with haste to collect the Sweet Lotus Vale Princess.

Shaeneera did not have a treacherous mouth like the second youngest Princess and the Queen of the Summer Island's. Yellow Lizard doubted the woman was planning on remarking anything slick.

Shaeneera was second only to Vhagarhā in sweet talking, but did not have the girlish charm to win over the Westerosi woman.

Before the Princess could even open her mouth, Yellow Lizard intercepted.

“Queen Alicent, My Princesses, Prince Aemond. Please excuse my interruption, but the Princesses are required to attend supper with their parents, The King and Queen of the Summer Isles,” The man bows as he speaks in respect and Black Scorpion keeps his gaze to the floor.

The pair was lucky that the sun dimmed rather quickly as they watched the Princess sit under the Weirwood for hours. The King and Queen would actually be eating within the Maidenvault and calling for their kids soon.

Alicent turns to look at Yellow Lizard as he straightens his posture from his bow. The woman's eyes were stuck on Black Scorpion's form as he straightened up as well.

Yellow Lizard resisted his facs twitching annoyed using his discipline training.

Black Scorpion was unsure of where he was taken from at the age of four.

He had long white-gold hair that was longer than the Prince Aemonds. It was a sandy beach white-blonde that Vhagarhā tended to, and he kept it slicked back in a ponytail. His eyes were ones of Earth, a tree bark color that swirled chocolate brown in the sun.

He was tall and large with muscles like a man from House Strong; not quite too large like Yellow Lizard, who looked huge like a man from House Umber.

Black Scorpion's face was set with stoney sharp Baratheon features, yet held a Targaryens grace and beauty. A true enigma like the rest of the House Qo members.

Alicents eyes widened with a flash of hot anger, then turned into slits of sharp emeralds intending to pierce skin.

“There she is,” Black Scorpion thought. The Viper Queen had awakened for the second time for the guards to witness. The first being when she first laid eyes upon Vhagarhā.

Alicent scoffed at Yellow Lizard, “Of course,” She started, anger softening into sorrow if only for a moment.

“We cannot have the Princess eating only cake all day,” She says, venom spitting from her lips as her eyes grow cold.

The woman's hands folded in front of her as she sighed harshly through her nose. The hazel light in her eye dimmed, leaving only green left in her wake and she gave her son a pointed look.

Vhagarhā caught onto the Queen's disposition and placed a hand on the woman's covered arm, “I will try and see you on the marrow if it pleases you,” The girl whispers, testing her luck as the vipers' fangs were already drawn.

It almost seems to work, the woman's eyes going soft but hands clutching each other tighter. “Yes, please-” She started almost eager.

A staring contest occurred between both Mother and Son. After a pregnant pause the woman continued with more authority holding herself together, “That would be wonderful, Princess,” She breathed out the words quickly.

Giving a firm nod of her head, the Queen leaves the two Princesses with their guards. She sent a pointed stare at her second oldest son to follow, and whispered orders to a nearby attendant.

Aemond bows respectfully at the Summer island's Princesses but then leans to whisper something short in Shaeneera's ear as she's mid-curtsey.

Sending a final squint of concealed intrigment at Vhagarhā, he's gone with a smirk plastered on his face and hands clasped behind his back.

The two islanders wait until the Mother and son Westerosi royals are out of sight before turning to each other.

Yellow Lizard does not move his gaze from Vhagarhā’s form, her eyes bright with hope. Black Scorpion stands with hands behind his back as well, his knuckles brushing against the twin Bastard Valyrian steel swords strapped to his back.

Shaeneera flits her eyes over the small one's body, checking for any abnormalities with her attire or skin.

“Why were you chatting with the viper Queen, little sister?” Shaeneera asks in Summer Tongue, the clicking sound of their first language harsh to foreign ears only.

Vhagarhā’s eyes widened like a doe, hands playing with the gold necklace hung around her neck, “She looked lonely, sister,” She replied innocently, Summer tongue rolling out of her mouth like honey.

Only the child had the capabilities of making a harsh sounding language seem magical like a Merlings song.

Shaeneera raises a blonde brow, a small frown stretching on her face in concern, "We are not home, small one. We dance with the snake's here."

Black Scorpion hums in agreement, keeping his eyes up as he stays aware of his surroundings.

“Even I have trouble navigating myself here. You are especially vulnerable,” She admits with a defeated look. Shaeneera knew she wouldn't be able to contain her sister's kindness, and she didn't want to.

However, she wished the girl chose sparingly with who she socialized with.

Yellow Lizard nods his heart firmly. He bends down to look into the eyes of the girl as she bows, her head in reluctant submission to her older sister.

“What you did could have gone horribly wrong, My Princess,” Yellow Lizard agrees, probably out of turn in Westerosi standards.

It is a guard's duty to protect his monarch, and make sure they do not endanger themselves.

Vhagarhā huffs a whine under her breath, staring down at her gaudy rings with sadness in her eyes. Yellow Lizard sighs at the girl's sad frustration.

“However,” Vhagarhā instantly perks up, lilac and coral eyes peeking through her thick lashes. The man could laugh at the girl's constant want for praise.

“It is always wise to have allies everywhere, even if you do not like them,” The words make Vhagarhā smile solemnly with a slow nod.

Taking a step back to look at both her sister and guards properly, Vhagarhā sighs deeply with saddened eyes, “I still think she has a heart somewhere in there,” She insists quietly.

“Vhagarhā-” Shaeneera's protest is cut off quickly.

Vhagarhā goes to lace her fingers with her older sister's own, small hands swinging their interlaced fingers with desperation.

“Please sister! I am never wrong about these things – I feel it in my heart,” She claims, looking between her sister and Black Scorpion who's only sign of emotion is the hard blank stare he gives when he is in disagreement.

Shaeneera presses her lips in a thin line as the long haired Unsullied looks away, not wanting to see the child's sappy eyes.

Turning to look at Yellow Lizard, Vhagarhā states, “There is a dragon still somewhere inside of her. She just has to find it. Unleash it.”

Frustrated, Vhagarhā looks up at the sun that has begun to set. Turning her head to the Weirwood tree, she marvels as shades of red and orange start to reflect off the ancient tree's leaves.

Oh, what bliss a child could find in the most delicate of situations.

Black Scorpion admired the girl's colorful outlook on life, just her mere expression painting the picture of hope.

Shaeneera averts her gaze to the Weirwood as well, noticing her sister's eyes had been caught somewhere else. With a small smile sent down at the girl unknowingly, she sighs as her eyes flutter closed for a moment.

As her short attention span sister stares at the tree with saddened hope, the Rhoynish woman sends a pleading look to Black Scorpion. The only expression of opinion she receives is a nod of his head, softened chocolate irises placed on Vhagarhā.

“Okay…” Princess Shaeneera sounds as if she is convincing herself, rather than affirming her sister's claims.

“You have always been able to find the best in others," Even when they don't deserve it.

The unspoken words echo in the guards ears hauntingly.

They will think of all the negative aspects and outcomes so the youngest Princess won't have to.

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eggsnbac0n · 2 years

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Hi!! Can you do a SFW head anón version for Carlos? Tyy

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My first request!! And no problem! I'm going to try to make this post a little bit longer than my other posts. Enjoy♡

Paring: Carlos Oliveira x Reader

Tags: SFW, fluff, carlos being a flirt, wholesome stuff, mature language

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- carlos met you during the crazy events in raccoon city. and you guys immediately connected.

- he loves cooking for you. treats you like a queen. he definitely feeds you cuz he loves you so so so soo much. (his mother raised him well 🙌🙌)

"babe let me feed you. youre gonna get tired"

"its fine carlos and im not going to get tired just by feeding myself silly"

"NOPE NOT GONNA HAPPEN"

- this one time when you guys were getting your groceries from the car, carlos grabs the bags from your hands then carries you and the groceries.

- he loves flexing okay 🤷‍♀️

- he also loves it when he flirts with you. cheesy pick up lines, compliments, anything to get you embarrassed. goes to google to search up pick up lines.

-"do you play soccer? because you're a keeper!"

"i ought to complain to spotify for you not being named this week's hottest single"

"if you were a transformer, you'd be optimus fine"

- and my personal favorite

"if i were a zombie, i would eat cuz' you look like a damn meal"

- I can see him going to disneyland and universal studios a lot. begs you to go to the big rollercoasters, but would stop if you really don't want to go/have a sensitive stomach/etc. doesn't mind going to a kids ride as long as you are having fun, he'll do anything just to make you happy♡

- when he sees you staring at him while he's working out, he smirks and tries to put on a show for you.

"take a picture it'll last longer ;)"

- carlos teaches you how to defend yourself just in case something bad happens. he really loves you and wants you to be ready if he's not there to protect you

- speaking about that, carlos gets overly protective when a guy tries to flirt with you. remember when i said he loves to flex well he shows off how strong he is to that guy. if thats not enough to get him away from you, carlos acts mean and aggressive. (thats a real alpha 😈😘🥰🥶💪🐺)

- carlos drools when he sees you wear something skin tight, showing your curves, muscles, and etc. secretly wants you to wear more clothing like that.

- bing watches love island and trashy tv shows

- loves playing video games with you. he hates losing in games like street fighter but when it comes to you, he'll "try" to go easy on you.

- thinks about marrying you and having a big family with you♡

"Because I can see us holding hands. Walking on the beach, our toes in the sand. I can see us on the country side. Sitting in the grass, laying side by side."

"You can be my baby. Let me make you my lady, girl, you amaze me. Ain't gotta do nothin' crazy. See all I want you to do is be my love."

My love - Justin Timberlake

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#carlos oliveira #carlos oliveria x reader #carlosoliveriaheadcanons #resident evil headcanons #resident evil #resident evil x reader

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Kirishima's Mystique: Weapon XXX-23

Canada, the great white north, a vast wide little land consisting of regions such as Toronto, Ottawa and Quebec. Currently within the serene wildness of the Canadian rockies, our resident Red Riot and his cotton candy link Alien Queen were having themselves a little camping trip. Nothing said summer fan like gong hiking around a different country as the sturdy and acidic pair were busy setting up shop. Mina busy prepping the picnic spot and gathering up some kindling for a campfire, that is when she wasn’t busy stealing some glances at her man.

Sensually biting her lip as his tanktop did a grand job showing off that pair of gun shows he called his arms. If there was a vet around,she’d have to call about some “sick pythons”, that was for sure, his biceps and biceps pumped and flexed from all that effort and goddamn was it making her thirsty as all fuck. Rubbing her thighs together as she tried to keep her dirty thoughts at bay, at least until they'd finished setting up camp. Pouting adorably as she thought of how lonely she and Kirishima felt without the third wheel of their tricycle.

Mina:"It's still such a bummer Maya couldn't join us on this trip. I mean granted not often she gets to visit home..."*The cotton candy bombshell quipped as she was still feeling a bit incomplete without their shared girlfriend. Maya of course was indeed spending a week or two in her home of Jagua del Toro which did remind Mina of one thing. They definitely had to go their for sure, she just knew that place wasn't just famous for its beaches, but especially the babes. The kind of babes she and Maya knew would get their Riot all nice and riled up....*

Kirishima:"Ah it is what it is, sometimes but hey next time around we might go with her there, right?"*The sturdy hero quipped in response as he continued nearing completion of the tent. Missing the erotic leer Mina shot his way as she began making her way towards him, lust glowing in her golden racoon eyes. Who could blame her when her man was looking so delicious and fuckable, those firm muscles of his in motion as he worked away on setting up their camp. She had to think it wasn't all bad given she and Kirishima could fuck as much as they wanted, loud as they wanted without anyone to bother them but the critters of nature.*

Any further personal musings of thought or conversation dirty or otherwise when they heard some very loud sounds incoming from nearby their way. Sounds of a very telltale nature that implied combat and conflict of a struggle that was very intense. Being of heroic personality of course the red and pink duo knew they had to intervene and go see what the situation was and just their luck that had to be quite a doozy. Upon investigation of course that wound up being proven to be quite the understatement.

But of course how often were you to likely run into some petite but well toned feisty but fierce girl clad in leather swinging pair of duel bladed claws in her hands like a wild animal. Small wonder she was fighting of course given she was going up against a group of misfits from the infamous Brotherhood, one of the most notorious quirk supremacist gangs around. Suffice to say that what was followed was an intense battle to say the least but numbers weren’t a problem when You had a duo like Pinky and Red Riot backing you up. Oh come on, you really think I’m gonna go into details about how the battle went?

Yeah I thought so, we all know what you’re all really here for so let’s get this show on the road, shall we? After the ragtag renegade band of villains were rounded up followed by some questions and statements with local law enforcement, the red and pink duo were soo back in their camp now with the added company of their new friend they'd saved. A young girl by the name of X-23, or Laura as she found most preferred to call her and to say her lifestory was complex and tragic was an understatement. But she wasn't one to dwell on the past, least compared to how she was then compared to now though it could be hard to tell with how calm, composed and stoic she was.

But she proved to be willing to try and socialise and it helped that Kirishima and Mina had a natural friendliness and affability about them that made them easy to like. Laura certainly had to say mina's peppy motor mouth and spunkiness rather reminded her of Jubilee in a way as the trio enjoyed some small talk and a little bit of the natural tranquillity and serenity of nature of course. Soon of course dusk began to make itself known as the Canadian wilderness became bathed in the fading light and shade of the setting sun as the trio enjoyed a little peace and quiet and making some s'mores around the campfire before Kirishima and Mina decided to call it a night but not before offering to set up a spare tent for Laura to enjoy some privacy as well as peace and quiet. Leaving her be to enjoy the campire while it lasted as they ducked into their own tent a few feet away.

Laura of course wasn't clueless or naive as she seemed to the duo and what they were really up to at this very moment. Her enhanced senses could pick up the sounds and scents of what was going on so close yet so far from her in their tent. The slapping of skin on skin, the clapping of asscheeks as Mina struggled to keep her volume down against the relentless assault of pleasure coming from her boyfriend as he danced the oldest dance known to men and woman with her sexy pink self. It was, quite frankly, intoxicating for the young woman as she felt leather clad thighs becoming soaked with sticky nectar flowing from her quivering pussy.

Oh she certainly appreciated their civility and politeness in not wanting to disturb or offend her with their passion and desire but if anything it made her curios. Despite how cool, calm and stoic she seemed, internally was a different story as she felt that innate primal beast within her stirring. The beast within that desired to mate and breed, sensing the presence of a strong, worthy alpha male, an instinct she felt the moment she'd laid eyes on Kirishima and his feats of strength and power from when he and Mina had helped her out earlier today. Hence she saw no lack of logic in her next set of moves to make as she got up from her seat by the weakening campfire and made her way over the lovers' tent.

The closer she got, the more intense the sounds and scents of their erotic mating hit her senses turning her on something fierce, a glowing red blush on her face as she silently panted with husky desire, eyes glowing with rising lust as she approached the tent. Kneeling down as she stealthily, slowly unzipped the entry way and peeked inside to find quite the delightful show happening before her. The sight of Mina mounted atop her chivalrous Himbo cowgirl style as she bounced her bubbly cotton candy pink booty on that shaft of his. Which she could gleam had to have quite the length and girth on it if the rising bump in Mina's stomach was anything to go by, the alien queen sensually biting her lip, perky pink titties bouncing as she caressed her man's washboard abs while he held her hips firmly.

Eijiro of course hadn't yet noticed their sudden voyeur but Mina's lust hazed golden eyes did, sending her a secret sensual smile Laura's way. The goth-like Wolverine clone knowing enough body language to know Mina wasn't just asking if she was enjoying this show but inviting her to join. After all why watch when it'd be better to share the fun together? Laura of course got the hint easily enough as to Mina’s delight, she began to strip down until she was naked as the day she was born.

Kirishima of course was none the wiser until he suddenly found his view of Mina bouncing on his Lil’ Riot suddenly obscured by Laura straddling his face as she sat and parked her toned perky ass atop it. Grinding and rubbing her slit before she let out soft gasps and moans as she felt his tongue respond to lick and lap away at her flowing nectar. Mina's sensual smile widening as she continued to bounce away on her lover's cock, leaning forward to press her lip's to their new sex friend's own. Tongues dancing together in their growing bond of intimacy as the girl most knew as X-23 expressed her gratitude in a way that felt fun and natural for her.

The campfire had long since gone out but the fires of passion in this threesome only continued to burn bright well long into the night as moans and the primal rhythm of skin on skin filled the wild Canadian air. The tent a tangle of limbs shifting and dancing through a variety of positions and combinations of 2 on one to one on one as one third of the kinky group would catch their breaths. Laura or Mina eating one another out as the hard-headed redhead pounded them doggy style or in missionary to Mina fingering herself with erotic delight as she looked on at the female Wolverine getting it deep and hard in a mating press. Laura was clearly no virgin by any stretch but hotdamn if it wasn't clear she hadn't been with someone on the level that Kirishima and his Alien Queen were at, and this was without their resident blue shapeshifting bombshell girlfriend!!

Naturally Mina was making plans to send Maya the details of this illicit little encounter with their lovely new friend, that is once they woke up in the morning of course. Right at the moment was about feeling as good as they possibly can, as Laura herself now watched on as she recovered her stamina. Probing her pussy with her fingers as she looked on at Mina getting it deep and hard while that flexible bubblegum pink bombshell body of hers was held by Kirishima in a full nelson as he knelt on the tent ground. Grunting and groaning as Mina was rocked with orgasms which only skyrocketed as she soon found Laura licking away at their conjoined loins, lust glowing in those cool eyes of hers. Which the horned girl of course found so damn hot....

By the time this little threesome had finally finished, dawn was kicking in as it bathed the wilderness in the radiant glow of sunrise's light. The tent warmly glowing adding to the afterglow shared by the 3 as Laura laid draped atop Kirishima while Mina spooned and hugged her boyfriend's side. Their bodies glistening with sweat and spent juices as Laura held a soft, rare little smile on her face, thinking to herself she needed more than just the one night. Reminding herself that she had come out looking to find herself spiritually and now she was thinking maybe she might be able to do that if she transferred to Japan, especially once she learned which campus Kirishima and Mina went to.

Not long after this unexpected acquaintanceship encounter in Canada, Laura's well known, imfamous father had his clone daughtered texting with enquiries about arranging a transfer or entry into an exchange program for hero schools in Japan. While Maya found herself getting a delightful surprise in the form of a few texts and videos, especially of the sexy variety from her fave Pinky and definitely liking what she saw. Reminding herself she should definitely get a few of her gal pals in Jagua to come meet her girlfriend and especially their boyfriend and ooh some gals in Japan should definitelt come to her little home paradise. The beaches were hot but the dudes and bitches were hotter!!

Sometimes it wasn't easy being a student for a hero school, especially when yours was the generation that had to deal with quirk erasing yakuza bosses, a quirk hoarder with a demon god complex and a nihilistic hand-freak among other things. But other times it made for quite the love life when you found romance especially when going camping somewhere like in some woods in Canada made you get lucky. Yeah a mouthful I know but hey, you know what they say. How sweet it is....

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