#that's not always going to be misogyny? and the solution i think is to talk abt HOW we write m characters compellingly and

[v-arbellanaris]

tbd later but i keep seeing people just try to go on and on abt how ppl are morally reprehensible or whatever for Not Liking f characters and i just wanna say there's definitely. ABSOLUTELY. some people in fandom that need to fuckign check their misogyny. there absolutely is and ive been talking abt it on various different blogs and things like that since '09.

but.... idk is that constructive? or helpful? to attach morality to the gender of the characters that you like? idk! this shit fucked me up bc i would like... deny that i liked m characters. like i used 2 feel soooo guilty for liking m characters???? for YEARS??? and i rly felt it was my moral obligation to Like f characters and it was SO forced... and the truth is that a lot of the time ppl write f characters with v little depth and v little intrigue bc they dont want to make Statements abt women overall bc every f character written is somehow supposed to Represent multiple someones and even when theyre """"problematic"""" or """villainous""" or whatever its in a way thats designed more for them to be unlikeable instead of morally complex or morally compelling. ppl who write m characters usually dont bother to think abt the Optics (esp when theyre white m characters) and so all of the lovely complexities come through and its clear from the story n narrative that its unrelated to their identity, or if it is related to their identity, its because of how they relate to it (rather than the relation between identity and action being that being x means you do y or that BECAUSE you're x you do y). in all honesty there's v few f canon characters that have that kind of complexity (part of the reason im always writing my own - ive been writing ofc x canon character fics for actual decades, long before i joined this fandom) and the v few f characters that do have tht complexity are probably side characters or characters not directly relevant to the plotline. and bc theyre so preoccupied w writing these characters as like... a stand-in for Minorities or whatever, they're so careful to strip any potential conflict or moral ambiguity from them in a way that leaves me feeling not v compelled to care - compared to, lets say, m villains who almost always still have that shred of humanity left to compel me to care so much about them bc i can see myself in them, f villains usually dont get that. there's exceptions to this - i can think of a lot of comics characters for e.g. - and i love those exceptions, but they're exceptions.

and idk i feel like we should also acknowledge that like... ignoring that these f characters are badly written or lack compelling (notice i specify COMPELLING here like its not rly enough for them to have a husband or a kid or whatever that's not compelling???) humanising moments because ppl treat f characters like they're supposed to Represent All Womens and 2. this makes them less compelling than m characters like 80% of the time and 3. that these critiques should be anchored in "FUCKING DO BETTER". what could we change abt how we write and engage with f characters? talk about that as much as the critiques or whatever that we have for f characters in the first place bc people are much more willing to give up on trying to write f characters if theyre told "this was shit" vs "this could use with some improvement - what abt this? or that?"

like idk i think there's a more productive way we could be talking abt this

#fandom critical #i guess. i'll probs make this private or smth later but idk! im not a huge fan of 'if u like x why dont you like y' #with the intent of shaming rather than trying to encourage a discussion. is it rly misogyny or are the f characters here just badly written #and saying f characters are badly written IS NOT MISOGYNY. when m characters are badly written its rarely bc they're m #but when f characters are badly written it's usually contained to f characters only. and we should interrogate that and question it! #i dont think its BAD to say this f character was badly written to me and so i dont find her that compelling comparatively. like... #that's not always going to be misogyny? and the solution i think is to talk abt HOW we write m characters compellingly and #whats stopping us from writing f characters the same way. that's a more fruitful discussion to me #than just sitting there whinging that no one likes f characters. (which isnt true). DO SOMETHING about it.

[evansbby]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dark!Steve Rogers x naive!Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: VERY DARK ELEMENTS, noncon, extremely rough smut, daddy kink, captain kink, age gap (Steve is very into the age gap), MAJOR size kink, no seriously Steve is HUGE, misogyny, loss of virginity, mentions of blood (heavy mentions), mean Steve (seriously, he has no soul and is very mean, honestly unhinged), anal play, oral (f receiving), innocence kink, naive reader, 18+ ONLY, NO MINORS. MINORS DNI.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Even Captain America deserves a reward after an intense, grueling mission.

𝐀/𝐍: Here we go! 16.3k words. Written very quickly. Not edited so please be forgiving. Also I don't have much knowledge on Shield and all that, so yeah! Final warning to PLEASE read the warnings! Anyways, enjoy!

“The girl’s ready, Captain.”

Steve nods at the SHIELD agent tersely, “She’s in my room?”

“Yes, sir. And all your specifications have been followed.”

“Good. You’re dismissed.”

The agent bows his head before leaving the office, and Steve finds himself pacing. He often paced after gruelling missions, as if trying to get all the leftover adrenaline out. Tonight had been particularly challenging; a local university under threat from HYDRA. Thousands of screaming staff and students, the air painted with gunshots and screams of chaos. But Steve’s team had come to the rescue. Just like they always did.

His team all had different ways of dealing with it, the trauma and evil they saw every day. Clint had his family to go home to, and some middle-of-nowhere farmhouse that Steve would’ve found quaint if he’d given more of a fuck. Tony’s solution was alcohol – copious amounts of it. And maybe that would’ve been Steve’s fate too, stumbling out of a bar at three in the morning having no idea where he was, but of course, he had the serum to thank for avoiding him that. Natasha immersed herself in her friends, Sam partied a lot, Bruce locked himself up in his lab because God knew he was wrestling more demons than anyone else. Except maybe Bucky… But even Bucky had a girl to help him cope.

That left Steve. But Steve had this.

I deserve this. He thinks it to himself as he makes his way out of his office and down the hall toward the elevator. There are SHIELD agents scattered here and there, chattering mindlessly about the successful mission and how, thanks to the Avengers, there were no civilian deaths. But they all hush when they see him, parting like the Red Sea, their heads bowed in respect as he walks past them. The Captain. The hero. Their leader. He’s still in his suit, the shield still on his back and bloodied cuts decorating his face. Nevertheless, he’s the face of the Avengers. Everyone in this building looks up to him.

Everyone on the face of this Earth looks up to him.

And a few minutes later, when he gets off the elevator and to his private floor, walks over to his bedroom door and opens it, he finds a large pair of eyes looking up at him too.

You jump, the fear on your face so evident that Steve can almost smell it. Standing in the corner of his room as if you want to permeate through the wall or maybe disappear altogether. Your arms hug your body in a bid to hide it from whoever you thought was going to enter this room, but you seem to relax once you see that it’s him.

“C-Captain, it’s you! Oh, thank God!” Your shoulders sag in relief, although – much to Steve’s displeasure – you continue to cover your body with your arms, “I-I don’t know what happened, but there’s some bad people here, and they took me while I was being evacuated from the university, a-and they brought me here and they wouldn’t answer my questions and–”

Steve frowns as you drone on and on, talking about a mile a minute – a quality he doesn’t particularly care for in a woman. But his eyes drink you nevertheless. You look young – a college student, no doubt – but he finds he doesn’t mind that. In fact, it makes his cock harden, seeing how wide-eyed and naïve you look, a lot younger than him. A pretty face, and an attractive body too despite the fact that you seemed hell bent on hiding it from him.

“Put your arms down by your side.” He commands you, watching closely as you stop mid-sentence, your voice trailing off. He can tell you’re uncomfortable, confused, and probably tired out from fighting and arguing with his agents. But he knows already what’s going through your mind: that you’ll obey because it’s Captain America, and Captain America was a hero who always meant well. Hesitantly, slowly, your arms fall down to your sides.

Steve had very specific tastes, and his agents knew to follow his instructions to a tee. Which was why you stood before him, your body sheathed in the prettiest, most expensive vintage lingerie. All lacy and intricate, just how Steve liked it – white and silky, hugging your body like a second skin and accentuating your curves, making you look like half angel, half seductress. He’d long ago, in a different lifetime, pored over old pin-up magazines, just like any other boy his age would. He’d likened the white lingerie in the pictures to be what his innocent bride would wear the night he deflowered her. Back in the forties, back when he’d been a different man, a man who actually cared about trivial things like marriage and family. Years of war and fighting had beaten that out of him.

And yet, almost a century later, Steve still has a partiality for white, lacy lingerie.

After every mission (successful or not) SHIELD would bring him a girl in vintage lingerie. Always an unsuspecting girl who had no idea what she was being pulled into. They came in all sorts of varieties; crying, kicking, screaming, paralysed in fear when they realised the reason they were in his bedroom. But Steve deserved it, for every single sacrifice he’d made for his country, for the world – he deserved this one bit of pleasure. Bucky had his girl, Sam had his parties, Tony had his alcohol, Bruce had his lab… And Steve had this.

And it was the least you could do, the least all those girls before you could do, because hadn’t Steve saved you? Saved all of you? This was his payment. You were his reward.

“C-Captain?” He notices how you can’t help but stutter, and he finds it amusing despite the fact that he’s used to having this effect on women – especially immature college girls like you. You gesture down to your body, “Th-This isn’t how I was dressed – they put me in this, those bad guys! N-Now I don’t know where my clothes are, and, and…”

Once more, your voice trails off as Steve walks past you nonchalantly. He heads to the bathroom, making sure to leave the door open so he can keep an eye on you lest you try to escape. Not that you’d get very far – this whole floor was his and every lock required his facial recognition to open. In the past, other girls had tried to escape, and sometimes Steve enjoyed the chase. But tonight, he felt tense. He’d wanted to capture all the HYDRA agents but two of them had escaped. To Steve, that was failure, and failure made him tense. Angry. Frustrated. He needed someone submissive, obedient, quiet…

“C-Captain, I’m gonna be okay, aren’t I?” You ask, voice high-pitched and shaky, and Steve almost smirks. He stands in front of the sink, surveying the scratches on his face. They’d heal overnight, and once more he’d be the perfect face of the Avengers. The face of America. The face of hope, the face of good. If only they knew what went on behind his eyes, the thoughts he thought, the darkness behind the façade.

He washes his hands, observing the blood as it swirls down the drain of the sink.

“Sir… Captain… Is there a way I could call my family? They’ll be worried about me, and those people took my phone so I don’t–”

“Get on the bed.”

“H-Huh?”

“Get on the bed. I won’t repeat myself.”

Steve’s voice is soft, levelled, yet commanding. And he knows you’ll listen. He’s been over this with so many of the other girls brought in for him as a post-mission reward. You still trust him, he can see it in your eyes. You know him as the superhero you see on TV, where he’s all clean-cut and politically correct as he commands the hearts of millions through his motivational speeches and actions. And by the looks of it, you’re so naïve that he knows you haven’t yet figured out what “get on the bed” truly infers to.

And so you do, gingerly settling down on the edge of his king-sized bed, shaking like a little leaf but he can tell that you’re trying to keep a brave face as you look up at him, determined to trust the super-soldier that the whole country trusted. And breaking that trust, breaking that spirit that shone in your innocent eyes, that was the sweet release he needed tonight, or any other night after each mission made him grow more disillusioned. Breaking your trust, breaking your body so all of this was worth it.

Sometimes, Steve wonders when exactly he had changed. He remembers how plucky and optimistic he used to be. A little bit sardonic, a little bit sarcastic, but he really did have a heart of gold – at least that’s what people told him. Even after they’d dug him out from that iceberg, he’d still been that same guy. But that was years ago, and each day he grew more disillusioned with what he preached, what he stood for. He could never settle, never feel like he fully belonged in the world he kept risking his life to save over and over again. Even Bucky, who’d gone through so much, had managed to find fulfilment through finding love.

Steve, on the other hand, doesn’t think love exists.

What does exist is you… Sweet, quivering, innocent little you. The SHIELD agents know his tastes down to a tee, and physically, you’re everything he likes, everything he prefers. It’s nights like these when Steve really feels alive, when he snuffs out the innocence of some unsuspecting girl and reaps his reward for saving countless lives. He deserves this. God knows he deserves this.

“What’re you doing?” You whisper, eyes round as saucers as he reaches out to stroke your hair. He bristles slightly, annoyed by your persistant questions. You should know better – he was your superior after all. But you’d learn by the time the night was over, and so Steve resumes petting you, slipping his hand down to rub your cheek, feel your smooth skin under the rough callouses of his hand.

The same hand that had choked two or three HYDRA bastards to death earlier tonight.

“You will address me as Captain.” He says, dismantling his shield from his back and placing it on the floor against the bed. He follows your gaze, how your mouth drops open in awe despite how scared you are. His cock hardens, knowing you’re impressed by him. By his size, because he’s aware he looks even bigger in person than on the news – enough girls have told him that. And by the shield too, because it reflected his power, his status, everything that he supposedly stood for.

You clear your throat nervously, “S-Sorry, uh, Captain, I just, uh, I was wondering when you’d take me home,” you say the last few words quickly, as if you’re mouth’s dry and you’re rushing to get all your words out. “I n-need to get home, my parents will be worried about me, Captain, and I have homework–”

Steve almost snorts at that. Homework. You were even more innocent than he thought you were, if one of your biggest concerns was whether you’d get your homework done or not. And this naivete amuses him, enamours him, but most importantly, it gets him hard.

“You’ll be taken home tomorrow.” He informs you, his tone clipped and formal, clinical like a doctor informing his patient when they’d be discharged. He liked to keep it like that between him and his “rewards.” Steve didn’t believe in intimacy, and didn’t feel the need to waste kindness on you or any of the previous girls. He faked kindness and heroic optimism all day, it was only at night in the privacy of his quarters that he could shed all that away and allow his darkness to take over.

“T-Tomorrow? Why? Why not tonight? And why am I here, anyways? Everyone else was evacuated together!”

“Enough.” He says sternly, and you shrink back like a chastised child, or an injured puppy. He watches your lower lip as it juts out, and he wonders if you’ve done that on purpose as a way to appease him. He wouldn’t fall for it though, he was wise to women and all their cheap tricks they used to wrap weaker, lesser men around their fingers. Steve would never be one of those men. “You will not speak unless I give you permission.”

Your lower lip quivers, “I don’t understand…”

He sits down next to you, acutely aware of how much bigger he is than you. Leisurely, his eyes drink in your body now that he’s much closer to you. The bra pushes your breasts upwards so they spill out attractively over the creamy white lace of the lingerie, and he watches them rise up and down as you breathe heavily, probably trying to keep yourself from crying. He wishes you would cry – tears have always turned him on. But the night is young, and he knows he’ll see some tears soon, he always does.

“C-Captain, please, please help me! I’m so confused and I don’t know what’s going on, and I don’t know how I got into this outfit, I think they drugged me, and I’m scared, and I have homework, and I gotta go now, so pl– OW!”

Steve yanks you forward by your hair, till your face is inches from his, and he can practically smell your fear. Eyes as big as saucers look up at him, shining bright with unshed tears of both fear and pain. He loosens his grip slightly, despite the fact he isn’t holding you too tightly – but the serum gives him inhumane strength, and you’re just a weak little girl after all.

“Once again, I’m telling you not to speak without permission. Do not make me repeat myself one more time.”

You swallow harshly, bowing your head once he lets go of your hair. But your lips are now pressed tightly together, as if you’re hoping he’ll take you home if you shut up and listen. There’s still light in your eyes, you’re beginning to question him inwardly but you still trust him, Steve knows you do. And it’s not long now before he crushes that trust completely.

He sighs at your compliance, stroking your quivering bare arm, thrill shooting straight down to his cock because of how soft and smooth you are. He likes the juxtaposition between the two of you right now: you, so soft and small, so much younger than him, like a doll in your pretty lingerie that he’d picked out. And him, more than double your size, jaded with age that didn’t physically show, bloodied and scratched suit, rough hands, dark thoughts.

“C-Captain, I’m scared,” you whisper, and you really do look like you’re about to wet yourself, and it turns him on so much that he doesn’t even bristle at you speaking out of turn again.

“Good.” He murmurs, continuing to stroke you like you’re his little doll. There’s something about you, something so pure that he can’t really put his finger on. In the past, he’s been detached, unforgiving, often just throwing his “reward” on the bed, holding her head down against the mattress while he fucked the living daylights out of her. He would be detached and cold with you too, but this time he feels a peculiar need to savour you at the same time.

It's when he grabs your hand and places it on his hard crotch that you start crying in earnest, finally realising your fate.

“What’re you– No, please, not that! Please, I don’t know what’s going on, Captain, please–”

You try to snatch your hand back, but he holds it steadily in place. You’d never be a match for his strength, no matter how hard you tried – he had more brute power in his pinkie finger than you did in your whole body. And that turns him on even more.

“You’ll go home tomorrow,” he repeats, not even sure why he’s explaining anything to you, because he usually doesn’t speak to the girls brought for him at all, let alone reassure them. “Tomorrow, you’ll see your family but tonight, your body is mine and I’ll do with it what I please.”

You look like you’ve seen a ghost, but quickly you shake your head, blinking rapidly as if you’ve misheard him. “N-No, Captain, I don’t want to! Y-You can’t make me,” you look at him pleadingly, trying to tug your hand back but he holds it firmly against his covered cock, “You won’t make me, will you, Captain? Th-That’s wrong! An’ you’re a good man so you’d never do that!”

“Take it out.”

A different man would have perhaps consoled you, told you it would all be over soon, or maybe even made up an excuse to manipulate you into sleeping with him. A better man would’ve taken pity on you, given you your clothes back and taken you home. But Steve wasn’t like any of those men. All Steve was right now was impatient, and more than ready for his reward. I deserve it, he thinks once more to himself, before pressing your small hand down on his crotch meaningfully.

“Take my dick out.” He repeats sternly, and when you still don’t comply (probably because you’re frozen in shock and fear) Steve can’t help but quickly undo his fly before pushing your hand down his suit pants, letting out a hiss when he feels your dainty palm and fingers on his rock-hard flesh.

“No, no, no, please no,” you cry softly, rivulets of tears streaking your face, “This is wrong, Captain, please.”

He makes you wrap your hand around his cock, smirking to himself when your fingers don’t even come close to wrapping around all the way. The serum had made him a lot bigger than average, and a lot thicker too. So much so that every time he had sex, no matter how much he stretched the girls out, there would always be blood. He’d grown to become turned on by the sight of it.

“I’ve seen you on TV,” you whisper desperately, and he knows you’re in that state of mind where you’re just so scared that you’ll say anything and everything, “I’ve seen how you are, a-and you’re supposed to be the good guy, Captain. Please, let me go, y-you’re a good man so please–”

“Shut up.” He says simply, making you take his dick out. That quietens you up for a second, and you gape at his huge dick as it slaps up against his abs which are still covered by the suit. He hasn’t had sex or jacked off in about a week now (missions, press conferences, community work and other bullshit had kept him busy) and his dick is almost angry hard, the veins so prominent as he throbs in your hand.

“Stroke it.” He instructs you.

You shake your head, hand limp around his hard cock, “You c-can’t, this is wrong.”

“Drop the coy act,” he orders you, feeling a surge of impatience when he’s tried to be level with you for so long, “I know what you kids watch these days on the internet, and all the vulgar movies on television. Now do what I fucking say, or else.”

You look both taken aback and hurt by his sharper tone, and immediately you’re shaking your head.

“N-No, Sir, please. I don’t watch any of that stuff, I’m not allowed to, okay? A-And this is wrong on so many levels, you’re meant to be a good guy!”

Steve finds his cock hardening even more when he hears how you’re not allowed to watch the vulgarity that’s become so normalised in the media now as compared to back in the day. Were you, perhaps, a girl with morals? Someone who was raised well? He had yet to run in to such a girl in the twenty-first century.

“I’ve seen you on the news,” you try again when he doesn’t speak, “you and the Avengers, you’ve saved c-countless people. You’ve won wars for us. I w-went to see you when you gave a talk at my school last year, the one about good versus evil. You’re an inspiration, Captain, you wouldn’t do this!”

You’re talking a mile a minute, and Steve knows you’re doing it to prolong time till your inevitable fate. He’s tortured enough men to know that goners loved to run their mouths. As for what you’re saying, it has zero effect on him. He didn’t believe in what he said, what he stood for – you could never use that to persuade him to take a higher road.

He starts moving your hand up and down on his dick, hissing again because of how pleasurable your dainty hand feels on his rock-hard length, not to mention how much it turns him on that you’re still trying to pull your hand away, looking anywhere but at his cock, embarrassment mixing with the bone-chilling fear on your face.

“Y-You’re not a good man!” you finally sob out, shaking from head to toe as realisation finally seeps through your head.

Your words bristle Steve for whatever reason. In the past, his “rewards” have often back-talked him, insulted him as if they thought their words would have any impact on him – which they never did. But seeing you, with your bright, optimistic eyes that clearly looked up to him up until this moment, hearing you call him a bad guy… It makes him feel defensive.

“I saved you.” He spits out, “HYDRA attacked your university and I saved you and all your little friends. You’d be dead if it weren’t for me.”

You nod desperately, “I-I know, Captain, that’s why I don’t understand why you’re doing thi–”

“I deserve this.” He says simply, cutting you off. “I risk my life to save unthankful people like you, over and over again. Even a super soldier deserves payment, or at least an incentive to do what I do.”

Your jaw drops open, speechless and horrified. Steve couldn’t care less, and he feels another wave of impatience. Two weeks ago, he’d endured a similarly gruelling mission, and his reward had been waiting for him in his room. She’d been mouthy, of course, as most women of the twenty-first century were, but he’d fucked her and sent her packing within fifteen minutes. So why, on this particular occasion, was he sitting here making idle chit-chat with some dumb-witted college girl who was half his age?

He's always been quick, and you yelp in surprise when he grabs you by the waist, his rough fingers digging into your soft skin. He drags you into his lap, till you’re crying on top of him, your back to his chest. You struggle and flail against him, but it’s to no avail as he presses you down on top of his thigh, spreading your legs and locking them with his own.

“Stop struggling,” he orders you through gritted teeth, although he has to admit that having a weak girl like you fighting against him with all her might while he held you down with just his one arm was quite arousing, “It’ll be easier for you if you just stay still.”

“Please don’t, I-I’m not ready for this, I’ve never done this before, I–”

Steve snorts at that. He knows you’re young, but he also knows that girls in this century are promiscuous, and that’s putting it kindly. How many lies would you tell before you realised they’d all be in vain? He was goddamned Captain America, and he was going to have his way with you tonight no matter what came out of that pretty, pouty mouth of yours.

Grabbing your soft, bare thighs with his hands, he pushes them further apart, all while you cry and quiver in his arms like a wounded animal. Your white, lacy panties hide your pussy from his greedy, impatient gaze, and he wants nothing more than to rip your lingerie apart and ravage you to soothe the ache of his hard cock which is currently pressing against your back.

“Push your panties aside.” He commands, “and don’t even think about arguing with me. One more word of insubordination out of you, and you don’t even want to know what I’ll do.”

You’re sobbing and sobbing as you gingerly do what he says, and he licks his lips when he sees your bare pussy, trussed out for him as he holds your legs apart. He can’t help but press a finger on your bundle of nerves before swiping downwards over your slit. He frowns. You’re not wet. That simply won’t do.

Of course, he’s been in this situation before. Not often, because truthfully, women got wet the second they looked at him, turned on by his size, his power, his authority. But sometimes, like now, when one of his “rewards” was very scared and non-compliant, she wouldn’t be wet. Steve didn’t care, and he’d go in dry if he could except, with the sheer size of his dick, it just wasn’t physically possible. Often, he’d tell the SHIELD agents to prep his rewards before they were sent to his room – stretch their pussies out by whatever means (he didn’t care) so long as they were able to take his girth.

But you… Oh, he reckons he’ll have fun with stretching you out all by himself.

“Touch yourself.” He says into your ear, holding you in place tightly.

“I…I…I don’t know how, I don’t– I don’t do this, I’ve never done this, I–”

There’s something about your frightened demeanour that makes him realise that maybe you’re not lying after all. He raises a brow, “You’ve never touched yourself?”

“N-No, Sir – I mean Captain – I’m not allowed to. My parents are very conservative, Sir, I haven’t even had my first kiss. Please don’t make me do this!”

Steve didn’t think it was possible for his dick to get any harder, but it does. So big and painfully hard, it presses against your back almost indecently as he licks his lips, now infinitely more interested in you. So you were a girl raised right in these godforsaken “modern” times. His mind conjures up different ways in which he could teach you, mould you, ruin you… He doesn’t remember the last time he had a virgin – it was probably back in the forties, back when women were pure and of good heart and good intentions.

Maybe tonight’s reward would be sweeter than any other.

He grabs your hand, pressing it against your petal-soft folds. He takes your pointer finger and slowly, gently, circles it around your clit. You fight against him but it only takes you a few seconds to realise that your efforts are completely futile. Steve does not care for what you want, not in the least. You’re his reward, and he deserves this.

He leaves your finger on your clit, shooting you a deathly look that conveys that you better keep circling it or else. His own eager fingers explore your core, slipping down to probe you, finding that not even one of his fingers fits inside your little fuckhole. In fact, he tries pushing his pinkie finger up inside but to no avail at all. Fuck. You weren’t lying – you were definitely a virgin. Another telltale sign is how it only takes a handful of seconds before your wetness begins to spread, and you whimper softly – probably at all the foreign sensations you’re feeling as Steve continues to probe your hole.

“Feels good, huh?” Steve hears himself say softly, and he doesn’t know why he’s bothering wasting words on you. He never spoke to any of his other rewards – they were only there for his pleasure, and may as well have been inanimate objects to him. Dolls brought in for him to use and then promptly taken away when he was done with them. But you? Fuck, Steve doesn’t know what’s come over him.

“I-It won’t fit, Captain, please stop,” you cry softly when he tries to force his finger into you again. You’re adequately wet now, but your pussy continues to reject his finger, and he knows there’s no way you’ll be able to take his dick if he doesn’t stretch you out with his fingers first.

“I’ll make it fit,” he mutters, throwing you aside on the bed and standing up quickly. He sucks his finger into his mouth, tasting your sweetness and shutting his eyes for a second to savour your taste. And then he shoots you a warning look, “Stay there.”

He smirks when you don’t move an inch – probably paralysed with fear – as he walks over to the dresser next to his bed. Rummaging through his drawers, he sorts past all the sex toys that some agent had probably stocked up inside. Steve didn’t have much use for them, as he considered himself too traditional for toys. But he can’t help but be turned on by the idea of using a large dildo on you, or stuffing your virgin ass with a cute plug. But for right now, he grabs the bottle of lube – it’s half empty because of how often he’s had to use it on his past partners. Since the serum, his dick was way too big to go in naturally, especially when it came to a sweet virgin like you.

Roughly, he pushes you down till your back is pressed against his king-sized mattress. He climbs on top of you, rolling his eyes at the fight left in you, how you flail and fight against him despite his body being more than twice your size. He uses his arm to hold you down, but truthfully, he could’ve done it with just his pinkie finger.

“Stay still,” he commands, pinning your limbs down flat against the bed. You resort to sniffling and crying silently, your wary eyes watching him as he spreads your legs as wide as they’ll go. A sudden feral urge takes over him, and he rips your panties in half, the flimsy material landing gracefully on his sheets. Your bare pussy glistens up at him, now wet with your sweet cream despite how much you continue to cry. He can smell your sexy aroma; the scent of a virgin pussy and it goes straight to his dick.

With an animalistic snarl, he dips his head down between your legs. Using two fingers to spread your creamy petals, he lays his tongue flat against your quivering fuckhole. You scream in shock, body jerking underneath him but he doesn’t care. He grips your thighs, lifting your ass and lower back up off the bed, watching carnally as your wetness drips down to between your ass crack. He spreads your cheeks, smirking when you wail in surprise. He digs his eager tongue between your cheeks, probing your puckered, virgin ass before licking a straight line all the way back up to your pussy, ending with a harsh suck on your clit as he holds your hands at bay.

It’s come out of nowhere, this sudden need to taste you. Back in the forties; Steve had rather enjoyed going down on women. He knew he was skilled at giving head, he’d been told more than enough times. But he can’t remember the last time he’d done it. Never with any of his “rewards,” who were only ever good for fucking on their hands and knees like dogs. But you, you were different.

You wiggle, crying and begging him to let go of you but you may as well be a fly with how weak and inconsequential your pleas are to his ears. Instead, he laps at your baby cunt like he’s starved. Like a starved caveman, he spits down on your clit, wanting to make your pureness as messy as possible. He spreads his saliva all over your core with his fingers, marking you up with his DNA. He encases your now engorged bundle of nerves between his lips once more, giving it another hard suck but this time his teeth graze against it.

“C-Captain, oh-oh my God–Ah!”

It’s when Steve finally forces his one finger inside you that you squirt, drenching his digit as your walls clamp down around it. And God-fucking-dammit, he can’t believe how tight you’re squeezing his one singular finger, how tight and sexy and soft you feel around it. How your slippery walls pulsate around his digit like you’ve never cum before in your life – which would explain how quickly you’ve come undone. Some of your wetness lands on his face, some of it on the sheets beneath you, and that’s when Steve realises he’s given a virgin her first orgasm.

He can’t help but smirk, his finger still lodged inside you, but not even halfway because you’re still so fucking tight.

“Doesn’t seem like you want me to stop after all, sweetheart.” He says, not realising he’s used the pet-name on you until it’s already out of his mouth. He sets the lower half of your body back down on the bed, his finger still inside you.

You sniffle as your whole body shakes with the remnants of your orgasm, “P-Please,” you say faintly, and you can’t even raise your head to look down at him, “Please, can I go home now?”

Steve’s lip curls into a snarl, and he drives his finger inside you with renewed force, curving it upwards even when he feels resistance. You scream bloody murder, and he knows if your orgasm hadn’t sapped all your energy, you’d be flailing your legs again. But for now, he easily holds you down, feeling your soft walls encase his finger which is now up to the hilt inside you. That’s when he grabs the bottle of lube, squirting out a generous amount onto the rest of his fingers.

“N-No, Captain, please, I can’t take another one, I can’t, I can’t!” You plead, fat tears rolling down your cheeks. “Captain – Steve – please listen to me, please, look, I can’t take another finger, pl–”

His palm lands on your clit with a wet smacking sound, and you howl in pain, your pelvis lifting off the bed except he pins you back down with just one hand.

“Don’t fucking use my first name. You will address me as Captain. One more slip up and I won’t do you the favour of stretching you out.” His intense blue eyes meet your tear-filled ones, “And trust me, you want to be stretched out for when I fuck you.”

With gritted teeth and a cock that’s now painfully hard, he gets to work trying to stuff another finger into your pussy. His other hand grabs your hip in a bruising grip, and his fingers stroke your smooth, bouncy ass every so often like he can’t help it. You’re turning him on so fucking much; with your crying, how you’re begging him to stop, how weak and small you are, how fucking tight your pussy is. It makes Steve want to say something just so he can hear you speak in response, despite the fact that he’s never vocal during sex.

“Tell me, why is your pussy so fucking tight?”

“H-Huh?”

“You heard me.”

You sniffle again, shooting him a pleading look that he doesn’t even bother acknowledging. He just looks at you with waiting eyes as he nonchalantly continues to force his second finger inside you. He wants to hear you say naughty things with your innocent little mouth, and talking would get you to fucking relax so he could penetrate you with his digits properly in order to stretch you out in preparation for his dick.

“I-I’ve never done this before…” you scrunch your eyes shut, but a quick slap to your thigh has you opening them again.

“You’ve never fingered yourself?”

“No!”

“Tell me why not.”

You bow your head, “I don’t know… I just… I never did, okay? I’ve never done any of it.”

A wicked thought crosses Steve’s mind, “Oh yeah? You’ve never done anything naughty, huh? You’re a good girl?” His second finger curves up to join the first, and your hips jerk forward as you suck in your breath. It makes him smile, and he slowly begins to pump his two fingers in and out of you, “You’ve never, say, humped your baby cunt against your pillow at night? Or your stuffed animals?”

The way you freeze and how your eyes widen is all the confirmation Steve needs. He chuckles darkly.

“So that’s the type of girl you are. Riding your pillow at night when you think no one’s watching, and you probably touch your body all over, too, don’t you?” Lightning quick, his other hand leaves your hip, grabbing your wrist and bringing your hand up to your chest. Through the material of your bra, he makes you cup your breast like how he would, wanting to watch with dark eyes as you play with your tits, trying to imagine how hot you’d look doing just that all alone in the privacy of whatever girlish bedroom you had.

Steadily, he continues to finger you, pumping his digits in and out of your greedy, wet pussy, and it makes slurping sounds as it swallows his fingers in over and over again. And he observes you carefully, notices your wide eyes, the sweat on your brow, the way your lips are parted as your breathing shallows out. He even sees the slight buck of your hips, and he knows he has you where he wants you, hanging on to his every filthy word despite your mind screaming at you to continue resisting.

“Yeah, that’s right,” Steve mutters lowly, “I know that’s what all innocent little girls like you do when they think they’re alone. You play with your tits and you rub your cunt all over your pillow, till you’ve got it all wet and messy. All while you fantasise about a man like me fucking you, taking care of you, huh? I’m right, aren’t I?”

You’re full on panting now, as if his beguiling words have made you forget all about your resistance, and you rock your hips harder against his thick fingers, little pants and moans sneaking past your pouty lips as he watches you closely.

“And then you act like a good girl, and you lie to me and tell me you’ve never touched yourself. But you and I both know that’s not true. Not when you spend your nights alone in your bedroom riding your little pillow while mommy and daddy sleep in the next room, and then when you’re done, I bet you bring it up to your face, just so you can smell your own wetness, right?”

This time, he gives your ass a swift slap when you don’t reply, and you cry out in pain before squeezing your eyes shut.

“Y-Yes,” you breathe softly, so softly that he barely catches it. But it makes him grin wickedly all the same. He hasn’t had this much fun with a reward since God knows when. He never bothers speaking to the lowlife girls brought to him as post-mission rewards, let alone engaging in dirty talk with them as he was with you, hanging on to your every word because it makes his dick so fucking hard.

“Of course, I’m right,” he mutters, “Captain always knows. I know you’re a little slut in the making just like all the other college girls of this century. You bring your pillow up to your face and you smell your cunt on there, and you lick it too, don’t you? You taste yourself because you’re curious, and you don’t have a man like me to show you how it’s done.”

He slips his fingers out of your cunt, your walls automatically squeezing around them as if they want to keep him inside you. But his digits are dripping wet, and he brings them up to your face. He shoves them past your lips, and you protest but all it does is create vibrations around his fingers as he smears them inside your mouth.

“Taste yourself,” he orders you, “suck on daddy’s fingers, don’t be shy.”

It takes him a few seconds to register that he’s just referred to himself as daddy. He hasn’t done that in a while – not since the forties, at least. Back then, it was quite common for women to call their man daddy, and Steve remembers enjoying it when he used to fuck the show girls during tours. But now? He usually stuck to being called “sir” or “captain” or just nothing at all. Because “daddy” was way too intimate, it suggested that he was going to take care of you. And he wasn’t going to take care of you – he was going to ruin you before you’d be taken away tomorrow.

And yet you look so sweet and cute as you suck on his fingers, too scared to fight back any more although your eyes blaze with objection, and tears stream down your face. He doesn’t think you’ll stop crying at all tonight, but he doesn’t give a fuck about that. Not when your pouty lips look so hot sucking yourself off his fingers.

“That’s right, get ‘em nice and wet,” he murmurs lowly, before deciding he misses the feel of your tight cunt squeezing his fingers – and he still has to stretch you out, too. He removes his digits from your mouth, watching as you gasp to breathe. He trails them down your front, down your chest, down your torso, all the way down to your clit. He gives it another smack, loving how you jerk upwards like you’re so damn sensitive.

He grabs a pillow, putting it underneath your ass so he has your cunt propped up and he can examine it better. Your cream is pouring out of you almost, dripping down to the pillow below you while you cry and pretend you don’t like it. But the signs are all there, he can even see how your pelvis shakes and humps upwards, because you need a man to fill you up no matter how much you protest.

“Tight little baby cunt,” he says softly as he spreads your pussy lips once more. You look so wet and slippery and yet he knows he needs to pour some more lube into your fuckhole, which he does. And then, without giving you much time to react, he shoves three of his fingers inside you, pushing harder and with more force when he’s met with any barrier.

“STOP, NO, PLEASE! STOP, CAPTAIN – TOO MUCH!” You scream so loudly that the walls seem to vibrate around the two of you.

“Shut up and take it,” Steve says, narrowing his eyes up at you before he focuses back on your gorgeous cunt, watching as your leaking hole finally swallows his three digits, “Look at this greedy little virgin pussy, so ready for my big dick to split her in half.”

You shake your head violently, crying and protesting, but it’s when you bat at his head that he sees red. How fucking dare you hit him? Just now, when he was thinking you’d been raised well, but clearly not if you didn’t think it was a problem to hit your superiors.

“You raise your hand at me again, and I’ll hit you back twice as hard.”

His menacing words make you freeze, and you whimper quietly in absolute fear as he continues to play with your pussy. He fingers you in earnest now, three of his digits stretching you out as he scissors you open, amused by the squelching sounds your cunt makes as it swallows his fingers over and over again.

“Apologise to me,” Steve demands, “say you will not raise your hand at your superior ever again.”

You sniffle, “S-Sorry…”

“Sorry, who?” He pinches your ass unforgivingly.

“Sorry, Captain! I won’t raise my hand at my superiors, okay? I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” You squeal the last few words, your pitch going higher and higher as your hips begin to meet his thrusts. And bless your innocent fucking face, you look so confused by what’s happening. Your pussy’s jammed tight but he knows it must’ve started feeling good. All greedy little girls like you needed was a little push in the right direction.

Off their own accord, your thighs lock around his hand as you cum for a second time, your walls squeezing and pulsating against his fingers so fucking tightly as you mewl and cry above him. You’re absolutely gushing with wetness now, and the pillow below your ass is stained dark with your juices. For someone who kept claiming she didn’t want this, you sure were receptive to his touch.

Steve snatches his fingers out of you, smirking when you, despite everything, cry in protest at the loss of friction. He bets your pussy feels all gaping and empty now, because he knows how big and thick his fingers are. A normal-sized man would’ve had trouble stretching your virgin cunt out with his dick – Steve had had that same problem with just his fingers.

But he knows he’ll somehow manage to fit his cock inside you if he prepped you well enough. Or else he’d spend the whole night trying to. Often, with the women he’d slept with in the past, he’d be too impatient and couldn’t be bothered to prep them properly. Because of that, he’d only be able to fit half his dick inside them, and he’d grown used to fucking them like that, only because it was physically impossible to go any deeper. He won’t let that be the case tonight.

He climbs up your quivering body, and you look spent already after two orgasms, your eyes fluttering like you’re about to pass out. Steve can’t have that though, and he taps your cheek not so gently, hovering on top of you till you open your eyes and meet his gaze.

“Please, Captain,” you whisper faintly, “E-Enough, please. Can’t take any more.”

Steve ignores you. He’s grown distracted by your lips. How wet and warm and pouty they look, glistening with a mix of your salty tears, your cum and your saliva. Fuck. He never kissed any of his “rewards” before, it was too intimate and Steve didn’t do intimacy. But maybe…

He spits down on your face, his saliva landing on your cheek as you cringe. Fuck intimacy, Steve thinks, using his hand to smear his spit all over your face, till it’s shining with a mixture of both your bodily fluids. So messy yet so pretty…

“N-Never been kissed before!” you blurt out once more all of a sudden, as if you’ve read his mind. Your eyes plead up at him, a tiny bit of hope in your eyes as if you truly believe he’ll show you empathy and spare you, “P-Please, Sir. I’ve never been kissed, a-and I want it to be special…”

How cute. You were worried about him spoiling your first kiss as if he hadn’t just finger-fucked you to two orgasms in the span five minutes. Amused, he brings his thumb up to your mouth, stroking your pouty bottom lip gently.

“You don’t let the boys at your college kiss you?” He asks, again not fully understanding why he’s even bothering to talk to you, but he figures it’s simply because he finds it amusing.

“N-No, Captain.”

“Why not?”

“I’m t-too shy, and they’re not… they’re not interested in me,” you sound so shaky, peering up at him as if you expect him to just get off you now you’ve told him your sob story about wanting to save your first kiss to be something special.

Steve snorts. And just how fucking naïve could you be? You’re fucking delectable, he bets the lowlifes at your college creamed their pants thinking about you. Suddenly, he bristles at the thought of sending you back tomorrow, back to the dumb idiots you went to college with. But he shakes the thought out of his mind to focus solely on you.

“There’s nothing special about kissing,” he tells you, “Love, intimacy, saving yourself for that special someone – none of that’s real. The sooner you realise that, the better.”

He kisses you, cupping your cheeks with his hands so that you don’t move your face aside. At first, he’s rough, unforgiving, pressing his tongue into your mouth because you taste so sweet and he needs to get more. And then he slows down, registers your soft, quivering lips on his, how rigid they are as you don’t kiss him back. He snorts inwardly, not caring in the least. He’d kiss you all he wanted – he doesn’t care if you don’t respond.

Steve sighs into your mouth, so tuned in to your senses that he feels your breath hitch, and a tiny squeak sounds past your lips and straight into his. His thumbs, seemingly moving off their own accord, stroke your cheekbones, and he feels your body instinctively relax underneath his – probably because that’s the first and only gentle gesture you’ve felt from him this whole night.

Slowly, he sucks your bottom lip almost sweetly, as if lulling you into a false sense of security. You’re still too scared or shy to kiss him back, but that doesn’t make the kiss any less enjoyable for him. His tongue plays with yours coaxingly, because he can’t remember the last time he kissed a girl and liked it so much. And then he feels you give a tiny little kitten lick, as if you’re testing the waters as you move your tongue shyly against his. And the feeling goes straight to his dick.

He pulls away slightly to watch your face, amused when he sees your eyes scrunched shut and your lips slightly pursed, as if awaiting another kiss. And that’s what he does, giving you one, two, three quick pecks that have you inhaling deeply, and your eyes open cautiously. But they flutter shut almost immediately when they find him staring back at you.

Steve goes in for another kiss, as if one wasn’t enough because suddenly it’s like he’s parched, and his raging hard on would have to wait a second longer. His dick is as hard as a metal rod, resting against your bare stomach as he makes out with you. One of his hands reach down to cup your breast, and he can feel your nipple, hard as glass, poke against his palm even through the material of the bra. You squeak into his mouth again, as if him touching and playing with your breast is making your body invertedly respond to him.

He can definitely feel you kissing him back now, even though it’s shy and periodic… Your tongue moving slowly against his for a few seconds before you remember you’re not supposed to be enjoying this and you freeze. And then you start again, your tongue timidly stroking against his once more. Then you stop again. Repeat. It makes him smirk against your lips, feeling a rumbling in his chest like he wants to chuckle in amusement.

He pulls away, examining how breathless and cute you look. And you gaze up at him with glassy, wet eyes, those perfect, pouty lips still slightly puckered, as if you’re asking for more. But he continues to just drink in every detail of your face and how you look a mix of scared and curious, afraid and confused.

“W-Was I bad?” you breathe, and your innocent face is begging for reassurance. He knows because little girls like you always want reassurance, are always seeking out the approval of men like him. And a part of him wants to tell you no, no you weren’t bad at all. In fact, he rather enjoyed kissing you. But he keeps his mouth shut, because it wasn’t his job to reassure you. And maybe he wants you to be a bit insecure; you’d work harder in pleasing him if you thought he didn’t like your kiss.

He’s still cupping your breast with one hand, and he suddenly feels a wave of irritation at the lacy material of your bra. Quick as a wink, he tears your bra apart, the two ripped pieces now lying on either side of you. A hungry growl emanates from him, and he feels like an animal, he really just wants to suck on your tits but his dick is growing impatient, and you’d probably pass out from fear and dread if he stretched this out any longer.

He reaches to grab a condom from where he stashes them in his bedside drawer. Protection was a must for him – who knew what kinds of diseases all these modern, promiscuous girls were carrying? And yet, his hand falters before he draws back completely, his mind clouding with thoughts of how sexy your soft pussy would feel around his dick if he fucked you raw. Yes. He had to fuck you raw, feel your tight virgin pussy around him as he ruined it. He deserved as much.

Instead, Steve grabs the lube once more, acutely aware of you watching him with eyes round as saucers as he squirts a generous amount of it on his dick. He looks back at you, lying deathly still underneath him, looking like you’ve seen a ghost. He wonders if your pussy’s still tingling from the two orgasms he’s just given you, and he absentmindedly pumps his dick at the thought. He doesn’t think he’s ever been this turned on before in his life, his dick so hard he feels he’ll blow his load right there and then.

He lines his cock up against your entrance, his hands holding your silky soft thighs apart. A part of him wishes you’d fight back just one more time, just so he could exert his dominance over you once more, just so it would highlight how weak and small you are. But you lay there, quivering in fear, definitely too scared to fight back, or too distracted by his dick he glides it up and down your wet slit in anticipation.

Suddenly, you grab his arm as if to stop him, and Steve narrows his eyes.

“W-Will it hurt?” You ask softly.

“Yes.”

You whimper, your grip on his arm tightening as another tear trickles down your cheek, and you look up at him with desperate eyes.

“Please, Captain, p-please could you… could you make it hurt less? Please?” You beg him so prettily, and he can’t help but focus on how your tears get caught in your lashes, and how you sniffle like a baby. “Please, I’m sc-scared, I– maybe if you were slow–?”

“It’s going to hurt no matter what,” Steve says briskly, feeling impatient beyond belief, and yet a part of him wants to brush and collect your tears. “In fact, if I go in slowly, it’ll hurt more.” He wonders if he should say more, say anything at all to ease your discomfort. But he reasons that that’s not his job – he’s not a lovesick boyfriend who needs to worry about your feelings. This is for him. He deserves this.

You start crying softly once more, your whole body shaking. Steve tries to ignore it, focusing on your cunt instead. His dick is twitching with excitement, the tip an angry red as he brings it up against your fuckhole. He grits his teeth and pushes in, but he can’t. You’re too tight – and he’s way too big. He sighs in frustration.

“Stop being so tense.” He orders you, pouring another decent amount of lube all over his cock as well as your entrance. He’d scissored you open with three of his fingers, but it had been an extremely tight fit. And three of his fingers didn’t compare to the girth and thickness of his dick – not even the tip of it. He frowns down at you, “You need to relax. It’ll hurt less if you relax.”

A panicked look flits over your face as you look down at his dick, and he knows you’re intimidated by his size. But then you take a deep breath, close your eyes and he feels your body get less tense underneath him. He smirks.

He grabs his cock by the base and lines it up against your hole once more. You flinch away from him, your innocent, puppy dog eyes blinking up at him. He doesn’t give a fuck though, and with a lot more determination this time, he grits his teeth and forces his way inside you.

Your scream is earth-shattering. But it’s music to his ears.          

“NO, PLEASE, NO, TAKE IT OUT! TAKE IT OUT! TOO BIG!”

You thrash violently underneath him, limbs flailing before he pins them down. But for a handful of seconds, he can’t even really focus on you. Not when he’s finally basking in the glory of being inside your tight little snatch, and it feels almost euphoric. You feel so sexy around him, so hot and velvety, squeezing the life out of his fat cock. Well, he’s only got a bit more than his tip inside you, but it already feels fucking heavenly.

“Oh fuck,” Steve mutters under his breath, trying to get a grip and not get too lost in the feeling of your gorgeous fucking pussy. He hasn’t even fucked you yet, and yet he feels like his balls are about to blow with how fucking hot it feels being inside you like this.

“It hurts! T-Take it out, Captain! Please!” Your tiny hand grabs his forearm again, lips puckered so sweetly, even the grimace on your face looks beautiful. You’re beautiful when you’re in pain, and he’s addicted to the sight of it. For a split second, he imagines it’s his wedding night, and you��re his beautiful bride – sweet, innocent, beautiful bride and he’s just popped your cherry and now you’re his forever.

The thought makes him shudder, and he quickly pulls out (not that there’s much to pull out, since only his tip had entered you. You were crying and screaming just from being penetrated by only his tip, and this makes Steve smug, despite everything).

You’ve barely caught your breath when he drives his dick back inside you, and this time he really forces it in. Now that he’s got a taste of your warmth, he wants to be completely enveloped in it. His hands grab your hips tightly, forcing his fat cock inside you inch by inch. He doesn’t care if it takes all night, he was going to fully penetrate you if it was the last thing he did.

“Shhh, shut up and take it,” he orders you as you scream and protest. If any other one of his girls had screamed bloody murder the way you were doing right now, he would’ve smacked them unconscious. Not you though, and he doesn’t know why that is. “God fucking dammit, how is your pussy so fucking tight?”

“Y-You’re too big,” you answer, shaking your head over and over again, “th-this… this isn’t normal, Captain, y-you won’t fit! Please stop, something’s gonna break, I-I’m scared, I–”

He wants to break your pussy. He wants to break you.

“Shut up,” he snarls, before a thought occurs to him. Out of nowhere, he kisses you once more. Silencing your protests as his tongue works against yours, and he finds that he was already missing kissing you. God, you felt so good. Your warm, sexy lips against his and your warm, sexy pussy gripping his dick. God, fuck… So this is what great sex was, huh? Maybe he’d been fucking the wrong girls this whole time. Maybe he should’ve sought you out from the beginning – or someone like you. Someone young, innocent, unexperienced, delicate, fragile, a cry-baby. Just the complete opposite of him.

Despite everything, you kiss him back once more. Steve bets it’s because your girlish mind is trying to convince him (and yourself) that you’re a good kisser. He makes a mental note never to give you this reassurance – that way you’d just keep kissing him as if you had something to prove. Or at least that was the hope. Nevertheless, the kissing distracts you enough for him to still inside you (he’d only gotten less than a quarter of his huge dick in) and then he pulls out.

The third time he penetrates you, he does it with more force than ever before. And he bites your lip hard, grunting against you till he can taste your blood. That’s when he finally pushes more than halfway inside you, and he hears something rip from within. And you scream, you scream so fucking loudly and straight into his mouth, but he continues to kiss you, basking in the feeling of being inside you properly now. His dick feels so constricted inside your tight walls, but it’s the best feeling he’s ever felt.

He breaks the kiss to look down into your eyes, and savour your reaction to being impaled by him, to being filled up by only half his length. But your head lolls to the side, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

You’ve passed out.

“What a fucking baby,” Steve hisses, shallowly thrusting in and out of you. “Can’t even take daddy’s dick inside this tight little snatch of yours without passing out, can you?” Truthfully, he doesn’t even want to pull out, he’s so obsessed with how good your pulsating pussy feels around his dick. But he knows he needs to draw back so he can thrust back in even deeper. He’s only got half his dick inside you now, but he’s determined to get in balls deep before the night is over.

“Wake the fuck up!” he commands, wanting you alert as he defiles you. He slaps your cheek lightly several times, to no avail. He sighs, reaching for the glass of water on his side table. He dips his fingers into the liquid before sprinkling the water over your face. He slaps your cheek again, harder this time, and it turns him on when he hits you, taps into his darkest, most masochistic desires that he keeps under wraps from even himself.

It's only when he pulls out and slams back into you that you suddenly rouse, and it takes you a nanosecond to start screaming again, panicking and flailing underneath him once more. But he’s not having it this time, and quickly plasters his palm over your mouth to silence you.

“Tell me... how does daddy’s dick feel?” He asks you darkly, and he can sense the sadistic smile on his face fuelled by the sheer power he has over you right now. “And I’ll backhand the fuck out of you if you start screaming again, so don’t even try it.”

He removes his hand from your mouth and focuses on pushing more into you, and you pant underneath him, silently sobbing and cringing in pain. And yet you swallow and look up at him bravely.

“I-It hurts!”

“Address me properly.”

“C-Captain, it hurts!”

He narrows his eyes, “No. I asked you how does daddy’s dick feel?”

Your jaw drops open, and it looks like you’ve momentarily forgotten that he’s currently trying to impale you with his huge dick. Your face has the audacity to look mortified, and he wonders how innocent you truly are.

“I can’t… I can’t call you… That’s wrong!” you sputter, looking almost – dare Steve think it – cute. With your wide eyes and indignant gaze and delicious pouty lips in the shape of an o. You seem to blurt out your next words without even thinking: “Y-You’re not my dad!”

Steve barks out a laugh before he can stop himself, but he straightens his face almost immediately, reaching up to grip your chin harshly between his thumb and forefinger. Faced with your horror-struck reaction to calling him daddy, he now wants you to address him as that and nothing else.

“Listen, sweetheart. You may have noticed by now that you don’t get much of a say in what happens to you tonight,” he licks up your jawline before his lips brush against your mouth, and he speaks in a whisper, “Now answer my question. And address me properly. Or else.”

You look mortified, scrunching your eyes shut as you breath rapidly in and out. “It… It hurts…daddy.”

Steve feels like he’ll bust a nut right there and then. He doesn’t think he’s ever been more turned on. You’re so small and shy, so tiny and naïve and scared like a baby, and now you’re calling him daddy in that sexy, shaky voice of yours. Goddamn, what a sexy little slut you were. And he’d take care of you tonight, just like any daddy would. Oh… damn right he’d be your daddy tonight. God fucking dammit, you were such a little slut for calling him that!

With a renewed, carnal type of lust, Steve grabs your legs and hoists them over his shoulders. You yelp as he folds you in half like a goddamned pretzel. And the juxtaposition, the visual of your naked body underneath him still in his bloodied suit from the mission – God, it turns him on so much. He presses another kiss to your lips, guiding you into making out with him, wanting you to get obsessed with the idea of kissing him. And then he pulls away, and looks you right in the eye.

“Now you can scream.”

“Huh?”

He slams into you so fucking hard, he’s sure you see stars. And if you were screaming loudly before, it’s nothing compared to now. His entire floor is sound-proofed, but he’s sure the people above and below can hear you. He’s pushed himself far deeper into you, so deep that he senses something rip inside you again. And you’re crying, your little fists pounding against his chest, and yet Steve grits his teeth and mutters, “take it, just fucking take it,” pushing into you bit by bit, inch by inch, so determined to finally get his cock all the way inside you. Pulling out a bit, then pushing in some more while your tight walls try to push him out but he’s so much fucking stronger than you.

A deep rumble emanates past his lips when he finally – fucking finally – bottoms out inside you, and he leans down to press his forehead over yours so he can savour the moment. You were his, completely, irrevocably, undeniably his. You whimper and cry underneath him but it’s music to his ears, your sweet reaction to him popping your cherry, completely snatching away your virginity and possessing it as his forever. He looks down to where you two meet, sees your pussy stretched out completely around his girthy dick, and it makes him want to spontaneously combust.

“You’re mine.” Steve breathes against your lips, and for the second time tonight, the image of you as his little bride flits through his mind. Yes, you’d make a very fitting bride for him. Small and submissive and innocent. And he’d never taken marriage seriously before now but… well, how could he give you up? When he’d taken your virginity and made you his? How could he possibly send you back to wherever you’d come from? The mere thought fills him with vitriolic rage. No. You were to stay with Steve, and you’d be his bride. His wife. His. “Say it. Say you’re mine.”

You don’t argue this time, or even hesitate. He knows he’s broken you when you look up at him, dazed expression on your face. “I’m – I’m yours, daddy.”

Fuck. And you’d gone and called him daddy again without him even having to prompt you. Yes. That more than sealed your fate. You would be his now. His girl. His wife. He’d keep you locked up in his room forever, the same reward that he’d look forward to coming home to after every mission.

“How does it feel to have your baby pussy split open on my cock, sweetheart?” He presses kisses down the nape of your neck, excitement rippling through him at his impulsive decision to make you his wife. The thrill of finding a bride as cute as you makes him want to kiss you even more, and he nips at your neck before reaching your lips, pecking them once, twice, three times. All while you look up at him with glassy, wet eyes and a pitiful expression mixed with something else.

“Please,” you breathe quietly against his lips, and with sapped energy you manage to grab a fistful of his suit, pulling it to get his attention, “Please, make it hurt less. Please.”

Steve smirks, pulling out of you and preparing to slam back in. But he grows distracted by the sight of his cock, completely coated scarlet with your blood. Your virgin blood. The pillow under your ass is stained with drops of dark crimson too, and he’s never seen anything like it. Fuck. He’d really done a number on you, hadn’t he? And he hadn’t even begun fucking you yet.

I deserve this, he thinks to himself.

He slams into you again, the gasp dying in your mouth when he grabs you by the chin and forces you to look down at where you two meet. Your eyes grow wider, your mouth dropping open as you shake your head in disbelief at the sight of your pussy so stretched out to accommodate his girth.

“What’re those conservative parents of yours gonna think when they find out their good little girl just got her pussy ripped apart by a man twice her age?”

You swallow and shake your head, “I–I…”

“Answer me!”

“They’d be d-d-disappointed!” You cry out, ripping your gaze away from the sight of his dick penetrating your formerly virgin pussy, instead looking up at him instead, your mouth looking so deliciously pouty.

Steve smiles wickedly, “It’s a good thing you’re not their little girl anymore, huh? You’re mine now, so their opinion doesn’t matter.”

“Th-They like you! They’re fans of you… They wouldn’t like this at all! OH MY GOD!” You gasp, and he has to hold you down to keep you from sliding upwards from the power of his thrusts. You cry out once more, “W-Was supposed to – ah! – wait till I was married…”

The mention of marriage has Steve imagining you as his little bride once more. He already owned your body, mind and soul – but the marriage certificate would make sure he owned you under the eyes of the law too. His kept woman you’d be, fluttering around his apartment like a bird in a gilded cage. Or maybe he’d move you into one of the suburban properties he owned, where he could come home to you and relieve all his tension and worries. Yes. It would be perfect. He’d make all the arrangements tomorrow…

For now, he focuses back on fucking you silly. Pulling out all the way, he rams his dick straight back into your cunt, and you let out a sound that’s a mix between a squeak and a moan. He looks down at you curiously.

“You like that? You like daddy’s big dick?” He grabs your hands, squeezing them tightly.

“T-Too big!” Your eyes flutter shut as if you’re about to pass out again. “C-Captain, please slow down! H-Hurts so bad!”

Steve bristles. Hadn’t he explicitly told you to call him daddy? After all, he’d be your daddy now. You wouldn’t be your father’s property after tonight. No, you were Steve’s. He was your daddy, and he’d take care of you because you’d soon become his bride. But he wouldn’t have an insolent, insubordinate wife who couldn’t take instructions well. That wouldn’t do at all.

He grunts, letting go of your hands and wrapping his fingers around your throat instead. You squeal in protest but it lands on deaf ears. His other hand presses down over your mouth once more.

“Shut up!” He snaps, “Stop squealing like a little bitch. It hurts but you’re just going to have to take it. And you better start calling me daddy, or else I’ll drag you back downstairs and fuck you in front of everyone.” He only means it as a threat, but he knows by the way your breath hitches that you’re innocent enough to believe him.

He removes his hand from your lips and taps you roughly on your cheek, “Tell me you understand.”

You nod, receiving a harder tap on your cheek and a menacing look.

“I-I understand, daddy, I – oh – oh my!”

He thrusts into you with such force, he knows you’re seeing stars. And it’s subtle, but Steve catches it. He catches the shift in your expression, this unfamiliar spark in your eye as if you don’t know what’s happening with your body. But Steve knows. Your body is finally starting to respond to his cruel ministrations – just like he knew you would. You were an innocent little baby but you were also a horny little slut who was enjoying getting fucked by a man like him.

“It’s starting to feel good, huh?” Steve whispers against your lips, imagining the different ways he’d take you for the rest of the night. Of course, you’d probably pass out again once he was done with this first round. But after that? Maybe he’d put you on top of him, bounce you up and down on his cock and get in even deeper that way. Or he’d make you suck his cock, or maybe he’d manhandle you till you were on his face, rubbing that sweet, gorgeous little baby cunt on his –

“I-I don’t understand!” You cry, and he feels you wiggle your hips subtly as if you’re trying to do it without him noticing, “Feels…feels…oh, oh god!” With abandon, your head lolls back and you rut your hips up against his dick, meeting his thrusts. Steve chuckles, a satisfied feeling spreading across his chest.

“All that crying and screaming, just for you to enjoy getting fucked by me,” Steve murmurs, brushing your hair off your face so he can gauge your expression better. You look so pitiful, biting your lip and looking up at him with wet eyes, humping up against his dick and your eyes reflecting the confusion you felt. “But don’t worry, all little girls like you love getting fucked by their daddy. It’s only natural, sweetheart.”

“D-Daddy, please,” you pant, and now your hands come up to grip a fistful of his suit, and he knows that you don’t even understand the pleasure you’re slowly starting to feel. And you’re gripping his cock so tight as he rams in and out of you, building up a steady pace now. He knows he’s found your g-spot and he’s pounding against it, but you have no fucking clue and it’s the hottest fucking thing ever.

“Look at you, humping your baby pussy up against daddy’s dick,” Steve shakes his head as if he’s reprimanding you. He spits down on your face, wanting you even messier. His hand leaves your throat as he shoves two of his fingers past your lips, spreading them open and spitting again. His saliva lands on your tongue, “Swallow it, you nasty fucking slut. I knew I’d make you my little slut before the night was through. I said fucking swallow it. That’s right. Good girl.”

“Ah, ah, ah– tingles… I – daddy! P-Please, I don’t know what’s – AH!”

 Your breathless moans and nonsensical garbles are like music to his ears, but nothing compares to the way you clamp down on his cock when you suddenly squirt around it. The way you squeak and clutch him tightly, and he fucks you through your orgasm. Your very first orgasm while getting fucked, and it’s so fucking sexy the way your tight walls flutter around him. God, he could get used to this feeling – buried deep inside your wet, tight snatch every single night from here on out.

“Did daddy make you feel good?” He breathes, hips moving like a jackhammer, his balls slapping against your pussy as he continues to fuck you.

You nod timidly, wiped out from your orgasm to say anything else. He smirks, watching your breasts bounce up and down as he fucks the living daylights out of you and you just lie there beneath him and take it. As if a part of you had understood that this was to be your job from here on out – his little fuckdoll, his little prize after God knows how many listless years of saving the world, saving people who he didn’t give a flying fuck about.

He’d won countless medals of honour, rewarding him for his bravery in serving his country, in saving his people. But you were his true prize, with your tight cunt that was his and his only. And how jealous every other man would be! He knew they already envied his physique, his fame, his authority. Now all those assholes would have another reason to envy him – because his little bride was the most innocent, most vulnerable, most beautiful girl they’d ever lay their eyes on. And it would be his bed in which you’d be, night after night, waiting with spread legs for him to fuck you.

Of course, he’d fuck other women if he so wanted to. Steve didn’t believe in love or monogamy. He believed in ownership, though. And he owned you, every part of you from your cunt to your soul. You wouldn’t even look at another man ever again, or else Steve would have you killed. And the thought of you with another man is what incenses him even more.

With a low growl, he pulls out of you. Your eyes shoot open, your mouth pausing mid-moan to look up at him desperately. Your cunt shamelessly humps the air, and he can’t believe what a little harlot you’ve turned into after your first taste of sex. He looks down at his blood-covered dick, grabbing it by the base. He lays his fat cock on your stomach, painting your smooth skin scarlet with your own virginal blood. The sight turns him on even more, and with another growl, he puts your legs down and flips you over on your stomach.

He grabs your ankle, dragging you to the foot of the bed while you squeak in protest and confusion. He gets off the bed, standing up to his full height as you cower beneath him, looking back at him over your shoulder warily, a trail of blood on the sheets from where he’d dragged you.

“Hands and knees,” he orders, “and don’t fucking make me repeat myself.”

This time, you do obey pretty quickly. Mustering up whatever energy you have left, you shakily get on your hands and knees. He grabs your hips just in time, keeping you upright before your body has a chance to collapse. Your legs are shaking and he knows your body can’t take much more. He doesn’t care, because he owns your body and you’ll take what he gives you.

“Nice ass,” he smirks, squeezing and kneading your ass cheeks liberally before giving your ass a hard smack that has your knees buckling. He hoists you back up by your hips, “Thank me for the compliment, sweetheart.”

“Th-Thank you, daddy.” You answer almost at once, and Steve grins wolfishly. He’s broken you. He bets you’d do just about anything to please him now. He bets you’ve forgotten about your life back home, and all your tiny mind can think about now is your daddy and his big cock.

With a grunt, Steve pistons his fat cock inside you once more. And god, from this angle, with your gorgeous, perky ass right in his fucking face, he feels like he’s going to blow his load any second. You start moaning again, rocking your hips backwards, garbling “please” and “daddy” and other nonsense. Your ass bounces with each thrust, and Steve can’t help but slap it brutally hard, over and over again, wanting you even more bruised and bloody than you already are right now.

“You like it rough, don’t you?” he asks, slapping and pinching your ass while he watches his dick disappear inside your sexy cunt over and over again, “you tried to act all innocent and cute, telling me you had fucking homework to do tonight, fuck!” He lifts your hips up off the bed to get a better angle, till he’s holding your entire lower body up in the air.  It gives him better leverage, since he’s so tall, and he fucks you on his dick like you were nothing more than a fleshlight.

“I – ah, daddy! – I d-do have h-h-homework – OH MY GOD!”

It just gets Steve even harder, hearing you be so innocent despite being held up and fucked like a dog. You’ve got your elbows propped on the mattress to keep you up, your legs flailing helplessly as he holds your hips in the air, ramming you repeatedly with his fat cock till he knows you’re seeing stars.

“Forget about your fucking homework from now on,” he spits out, grabbing your ass lewdly and jiggling it, fascinated by how it bounces so cutely. “There’s no way I’m letting you go back to that college of yours.”

“Wh-What?”

He doesn’t answer, and the room is filled with sounds of skin slapping against skin, the carnal sound of Steve staking his claim on you. With all his other rewards, he’d be done in about fifteen minutes. You, he’d have you all night if he could. Well, he can – he’s built like a fucking tank with stamina for days. You, on the other hand, keep looking like you’re going to pass out and he’s pretty sure he’s done some type of damage to your pussy. He’d have SHIELD’s physician check you tomorrow.

He throws you back down on the bed, not giving you a chance to even catch your breath before he’s on top of you, flipping you on your back and urgently pressing his lips to yours. Much to his smugness, this time you respond as if it’s muscle memory, kissing him back as best as you can. And for a person who’s just learnt how to kiss, you sure were extremely desperate for it. You keep kissing him even when he enters back into you for the third time, fucking you on your back and this time you wrap your arms and legs around him like a goddamned koala bear, your kisses growing more fervent till Steve pulls away and chuckles against your lips.

“You like kissing me?” He finds himself asking you, holding you in place beneath him as he fucks you hard, but his one hand comes up to grip your chin so you don’t look away, “be honest, baby. You like kissing daddy?”

Your eyes widen in fear at the direct question, and he watches the panic on your face. But then your features contort in pleasure as he repeatedly hits that spot deep inside you, and you nod desperately, surging up to kiss him again but he pushes you back down.

“Use your words.”

“Ah, y-yes, I do, okay!? I like it! P-Please!”

You start doing that thing again, humping pathetically up into him as if to meet his thrusts. And he wonders if you realise how easy he’s truly going on you. He reckons he’s using about five percent of his power right now as he rams into you repeatedly. Any more than that and he’s sure he’d shatter your pelvis or cause permanent damage.

“Kiss me, then.” Steve says, not knowing why he sounds so gentle. He probably had something stuck in his throat, but he doesn’t dwell over it because, like a good little girl, you obey him. Your needy lips, your desperate tongue poking against his in a perfect kiss. He groans into your mouth, his thrusts going sloppy as your cunt squeezes around him because you’re so turned on by him kissing you.

“Am I… A-Am I doing this right, daddy?” You breathe, batting those fucking sexy, innocent eyes up at him.

Steve smirks, “You’re fine.”

You’re more than fine, of course – but he doesn’t need you knowing that. He needs you to be as insecure as possible. It made you even hotter, the look of self-doubt that you have on your face right now. He’s violated your body, he’s still violating your body, and yet all you seem to be focusing on is the fact that he thinks your kissing is “fine.” Not good, not great… but fine.

You kiss him once more, even more desperately this time, as if you’re trying to prove something. Steve relishes how easy it is to play with your mind, how naïve you are. How much he’ll enjoy playing with you when he makes you his wife. He continues pistoning his dick inside you as he lets his mind wander.

All the others would be so fucking jealous of him – even Bucky, who had a girl already but Bucky’s girl was nothing compared to you. He’d drag you around the whole building, the whole headquarters, the whole compound, showing you off like a shiny, new toy. That’s what you were – his very own toy.

He’d take you into meetings with him, make you sit on his lap and play with you in front of everyone. And he’d chop the dick off of anyone who looked at you in a way he didn’t like. He’d make you wear pretty dresses, make you look like a cute little housewife, train you to answer his every command. Fuck yeah, you’d be his reward. He deserved you, after all he had sacrificed for his country, for the world.

“D-Daddy, I’m feelin- tingly again!” you moan, your words shaky from how hard he’s fucking into you. Your legs wrap tighter around his waist and in return he clutches you harder, determined to make you squirt again before he had his own release.

“Oh yeah? What does it feel like?”

“D-Daddy – nngh…ah, I–I–”

He swats your clit harshly, making you howl in what he knows is pleasure. His dick hammers in and out of you unforgivingly, and you’re such a fucking slut, humping up against him, crying for your release. And it’s such a far cry from how much you were resisting him at first, he can’t believe what a little slut he’s reduced you to in such little time.

“Stupid girl, can’t even talk anymore, can you?” he mocks, pinching your clit meanly, bullying it as he rubs it fiercely. Till you’re thrashing underneath him, so desperate to cum that you don’t even care that your body is betraying you. “Tell me you’re a stupid little girl!”

“Oh fuck! I’m a – a – a stupid little girl!”

He can see the remnants of your tears stained to your cheeks, and he feels a carnal level of possession within him. With a growl, he lewdly licks the side of your face, claiming his territory, tasting your salty tears. Roughly, he tugs your hair, pulling your head to the side and biting down on your neck. So hard that he draws blood, and then he licks that up too. God, what a little slut you were – a slut disguised as an angel and you were making him act like a motherfucking animal.

And now the side of your neck sported his bite mark, your porcelain perfect skin marred by his branding of you. And this was just the beginning – Steve already knows that he plans to mark you in many different ways. Tomorrow, he’d get one of the agents to bring over a tattoo artist to tattoo his initials somewhere on your body. Maybe right above your baby cunt, just so you would always remember who you belonged to. He smirks, and wonders what your conservative parents would think of that.

“What would your parents think now, sweetheart?” He asks, grabbing one of your legs and hoisting it over his shoulder for a better angle. And you’re so pliable, so easily going along with whatever he’s doing to you like a perfect little doll. “What would they think of their perfect little girl getting fucked by Captain America like it’s her fucking job?”

You panic, as if the mention of your parents is a reminder of how wrong this all is for you – not that Steve gives a fuck. Biting your lip to keep from moaning at all the sensations you’re feeling, you shake your head. Only for him to slap you not so lightly on the cheek.

“Answer me, baby girl.”

“They’d – ah – they’d hate this, they’d be upset, they’d – OH FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!” You scream out all of a sudden, your pussy walls gripping him like a vice, “O-Oh, I’m feelin– I gotta–”

“Hold it.” Steve hisses warningly.

But you don’t. Of course, you don’t. Babies like you couldn’t hold orgasms for shit. And you cum, crying for him and gripping him tightly, and Steve feels like he’s going to lose it with how sexy it feels. It feels like your cunt is trying to swallow him up, crying for his seed as it pulsates around his fat cock that continues to move in and out.

“Bad girl,” Steve chastises, giving you another not-so-gentle slap on the cheek because you look like you’re about to faint again. He jostles you with the forces of his dick, still ramming in and out of you at lightning speed. “You do things without permission a lot at home?”

You have the audacity to, despite everything, look indignant: “N-No, never, I never–”

“Then what made you think you could cum without your daddy’s permission?”

Your lips purse as if you’re about to cry, and you blink up at him so goddamned innocent. Steve’s honestly surprised he’s still going, surprised he hasn’t busted a fucking nut with how goddamned cute and sexy you are.

“I’m…I’m sorry, I couldn’t – ah! – I had to, I–I–”

“Give me another one,” he orders you darkly.

“Wh-What–”

“You heard me. Cum for daddy again. Since you like doing it so much.”

Frantically, you shake your head, “C-Can’t! Too much, daddy, it’s too much– O-O-HHH GOD!”

He reaches down to strum your clit before a dark thought crosses his mind. His fingers slip lower, gathering the wetness of your pussy along the way. Lower, between the cleft of your ass cheeks. He can’t resist giving one of your perky cheeks a hard smack, before going straight for your puckered hole. He circles it with his thumb and your body stiffens in shock and horror.

“N-No, daddy, no please, that’s wrong, that’s–”

Steve shoves his finger in your tight, virgin asshole. He hadn’t been planning on defiling that third hole tonight, but oh well. And it’s even tighter than your pussy, and you clench against his digit like a fucking whore because he knows you like it. You like your daddy’s finger up there. His fucked up little wife-to-be… God, you were so perfect for him.

 With his fat cock, Steve fucks your pussy and at the same time, his huge finger fucks your tiny ass. Pumping in and out of your tiny hole while you cry and yet once more you slowly begin humping up against him. As if the depravity of it all turned you on even more – which he knew it did.

Your hand tugs at his bicep, making him shift his gaze back up to you.

“It’s happening again, daddy, it’s– d-don’t stop, I–”

Steve licks his lips, “Say you’ll marry me.”

Your eyes widen the most they have all night, “Wh-What?!”

“Say it!” He orders, “Say it or else I’ll fucking stop and leave you hanging. Say you’ll marry me, be my wife and do whatever the fuck I tell you to do.”

“N-No, I–”

He stills his hips, only for you to shake your head and grip his arm harder in desperation, humping up against him hopelessly.

“Say it. Say you’re daddy’s little bride. Fucking say it.”

“I-I’m daddy’s little bride, okay? I’ll do it, daddy, I’ll marry you, I – OH FUCK, PLEASE – I’ll do whatever you say, I, just please, I–” You’ve lost it, completely lost it as new tears swell from your eyes and you beg him as if you have no shame at all. And Steve feels all the pride and smugness in the world as he resumes fucking you, knowing he won’t last any longer after this carnal display of submission from you.

“Cum.” He orders you, “right now, sweetheart, do what I say and cum for daddy.”

You squirt so violently around his cock, that your whole body shakes and shudders, you’re so overwhelmed by pleasure. Toes curled and tears streaking your face, you hold him so tightly that he’s surprised by your strength, and you keep moaning his name, you keep moaning “daddy” over and over again as if he got his agents to reprogramme your brain and it’s all you know how to say now.

“That’s right, baby girl,” he mutters lowly, “squeeze that pretty little princess cunt around daddy’s dick. You’re such a good fucking girl.”

“Th-Thank you, daddy,” your meek response, barely audible by how quietly you say it, is not something he expected, and it goes straight to his dick. Not you, not his little bride, thanking him for deflowering you in the most brutal way possible? Fuck, he’d broken you. You’d be licking the palm of his hand by tomorrow; he just knew it.

The thought makes him shudder, his dick twitches and then he unloads inside you. Spurt after spurt unloaded straight into your pussy, and it’s such a satisfying feeling, pumping you full of his seed. Filling you the fuck up, and he’s glad he didn’t use the fucking condom. And there’s so much of his cum, because of the serum of course, so much that it doesn’t even fit inside you. It pours out of you and you watch with wide eyes before letting out a soft cry.

“I’m not… I’m not protected, I don’t take birth control, I–I…” Your voice trails off, too weak to voice any more protestations as Steve continues to empty himself inside you, your words having no effect on him whatsoever.

“Good. You’d be lucky to carry my child.” Steve informs you, his cock already thickening again at the thought of him knocking you up. He’d never had an interest in having children before now, but fucking a whole family into you seems like the hottest fucking thing he could do right now. Captain America: the family man. It made sense for his image.

Your protests fall on deaf ears, and he remains inside you, till he’s finally emptied out and your poor, raw pussy is overflowing with his cum. But he stays on top of you, propped up on his elbows as he watches you underneath him. Your chest rising and falling as you breathe, and you’re so pretty, and he can’t help but lean down to kiss you again. Once, twice, three times. He frowns when you don’t kiss him back, drawing back to take another look at you.

Your eyes have fluttered shut. Your body couldn’t take it. You’ve passed out once more.

Steve smirks, feeling himself hardening up again inside you. He had absolutely no qualms with fucking you back to consciousness again.

***

It’s gone past midnight when Steve hears a knock on his door. He calls for them to come in, and two SHIELD agents appear in his doorway. The same two who always come to take away his rewards after he’s done with them.

The female agent’s jaw twitches at the sight. Steve on the bed, having changed and washed up with a quick shower. And you’re next to him, passed out on the bloodied sheets. Steve reckons you look beautiful, like you’re sleeping.

“Would you like for us to take her away, Captain?” The male agent asks.

“No. She will stay with me. Contact her family and let them know, make them pack a bag for her and make sure it arrives here by tomorrow.”

The male agent nods, but the female – it’s always the damned females, Steve scorns – she hesitates.

“Captain, she looks like she’s in bad shape. Maybe–”

“That will be all.” Steve interrupts, “you can leave now.”

They do, and Steve turns his attentions back to you – his little girl, as you begin to stir.

“Shhh,” he orders, when you open your mouth to speak. Your eyes look bleary, you look confused, wondering whether all this was a dream or not. Steve’s in no mood to indulge you, and yet he presses his thumb past your lips. And fuck, it goes straight to his dick when you readily accept it, sucking his thumb like a baby as you blink up at him.

His beautiful, broken little bride.

“Go back to sleep.” Steve tells you, “Tomorrow’s going to be a busy day for us. You need all the rest you can get.”

Yes, tomorrow. When he’d parade you around his teammates as Captain America’s little bride. It would be perfect. His forever reward.

Tony had his alcohol, Sam had his parties, Bruce had his research and Bucky had some girl. But Steve? Steve had drawn the best cards out of all of them. Because he had you. Your submission, your devotion. You.

He deserved this.

AKFSLA THE END!! Steve's inner monologue was unhinged af. I know! Please, please let me know what you think!!! It would mean the world, please do reblog and leave feedback!!! I have been writing this for around two weeks and would love to know what you think!!! As usual, thanks so much for reading my work and supporting me!!! I love you guys!! SORRY IF IT SUCKED ASDAGNL.

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DOUBLE TROUBLE

.ೃ࿐ feat. atsumu + osamu miya

in which: the twins have a little bet, and you’re their next target. who can make you cum the most on halloween night without anyone knowing, keep quiet virgin or you’ll get caught.

warning: 18+, college!au, fratboy!inarizaki, oblivious!reader, non+ dubcon/peer pressure, threesome, corruptive thoughts, misogyny (?), manipulation, drugs (molly), vaginal fingering, vaginal penetration, unprotected, petname: angel, oral (f!receiving + m!receiving), virginity loss, exhibitionism + voyeurism, implied orgy (with suna), sunaosa TEASE, they’re sleazy hoes. wc: 2k

ೃ࿐ ki’s note: this is fic was supposed to kickstart my kinktober series. i hope you love this as much as i do because i had the best time writing it! in my mind it’s still october 😭 divider: @cafekitsune

two devils, one angel, and fate. being a virgin sacrifice wasn’t necessarily on your halloween bucket list for this year.

— ♡︎ —

“can’t think of anyone to bring ‘samu ?” atsumu piqued, osamu is supposed to be the smart one.

the infamous twins had been thinking for some time on who to invite to their annual halloween party.

there were plenty of guests, but they needed someone special for the night.

atsumu’s fucked half of the bimbos from his fan club, meanwhile osamu was never satisfied with any of his groupies.

“well,” he starts. “i have an idea.” the light bulb in his head flickered before finally going off when he thought of the perfect girl. the dainty little college freshman whom he sees walking around campus all dolled up.

“who’s that girl that we always see with sunarin?” he ponders, in attempt to remember your name. atsumu’s eyes lit up when he realized. he knew exactly who his brother was talking about.

osamu really was a genius.

“y/n..” his tone was unsure, but curious nonetheless. osamu shot a finger gun “bingo.” indicating that his atsumu was right on the money. they paused, staring at one another as if they were reading each others minds. twin telepathy surely was a blessing. if they were both thinking correctly it seems like they’ve got a target.

*incoming facetime from; suna rintaro*

“yes suna?” you answer holding the phone above your face. “what’re you doing tomorrow?” the abrupt question never threw you off anymore, it was common for suna taking you on all kinda of spontaneous adventures on and off campus.

“ ‘m not doing anything, gonna watch horror movies and eat candy.” suna eyed you feigning disgust, what lame plans. “absolutely not..” he scoffs, “the twins invited you to their party tomorrow and you’re going.” the miya twins were mutual friends and have been known to throw some awesome ragers from time to time, how could you decline such an offer?

“i don’t have a costume???” honestly you were trying to find any excuse possible to lessen your chances of coming home wasted on halloween night. but suna had a solution to everything, even this. “wear white, i’ll sort out the rest.” he hung up after the condescending message, leaving you to piece together his surprise.

white, the colour of purity and innocence. nothing is innocent about a college party, especially because,

halloween was the one night a year a girl could dress like a total slut, and no one could say anything about it.

a firm knock was set on your dorm room door. “let’s go” his eyes fixated as you opened the door. suna mildly regrets not taking up the twins’ offer to join them on their escapade tonight, especially with the way that dress hugs your body. he quickly releases himself from the dirty thoughts.

“okay, what’s my costume? you said wear white.” suna’s hand rises from his side revealing a halo. makes sense why he told you to wear white now. it wasn’t until you took in his costume that really made you understand his choice.

he’s dressed in a red button up, except the buttons weren’t being used at all. the devil horns stuck in his hair confirmed the unoriginal costume idea. a few days back he mentioned matching costumes with the rest of his fraternity, and if you had to see the rest of them like this, than you were sure that attending this party was worth it.

the house was loud, as much as it was crowded, suna’s hand around your wrist is the only thing preventing you from getting caught in the ocean of people.

“sunarin! we’re over here.” pi kappa alpha (ΠΚΑ) was one of seven frats at your university, and was definitely the hottest. pretty, rich boys with the world at their disposal. everyone knew this but that never stopped girls from clinging onto them, after all osamu’s arms and atsumu’s abs— focus!

“ah, you made it.” osamu exclaimed opening his arms for a particularly tight hug. you hugged all of them, each cologne scent different from the last. “mind if we steal rin for a minute? won’t be long, promise.” atsumu’s tone of voice couldn’t have been more condescending, talking to you so sweet and saccharin. you nodded, shooting the quintet a small smile, before going to find a drink.

“an angel, cute.” atsumu watched your back was you walked away into a crowd of people. all that clouded his thoughts were all the things he wanted to do to you throughout the night. “get yer head intha game. what are the rules?” osamu chuckled, it was no doubt that he was having the same thoughts as his brother. that’s for sure.

“ ‘ts 10:30, whoever can make her cum the most before midnight first wins. unless you fuck her that is.. she’s a virgin so if you manage to to take her virginity you automatically win. get caught and you have to restart.” the night is young and the rules were set, but there was one question unanswered, whats the prize for a game such as this?

money of course. sex and money have been interchangeable for as long as mankind can remember, no difference here. a thousand dollars put up by each member, totalling to five thousand. winner takes all, loser gets nothing. may the best twin win.

atsumu wasted no time following you to the kitchen hearing the laughs from his friends behind. unfortunate for him bokuto caught your attention a little too quickly. he watched the two of you laugh and introduce yourselves to one another. it wouldn’t go on for much longer, not if atsumu could help it.

“bo-kun! do me a favor would’ya?” he said, slinging an arm over your shoulder. “get some more ice for the cooler, ‘ts intha basement.”

in boy world, this was a territorial interaction meaning; get the fuck out of here.

meanwhile in girl world, you didn’t think anything of it.

bokuto cheerfully agreed uttering “nice meeting you!” before sliding past the crowd of people to go fetch that ice.

“cute costume miya.” you look up to see him above your shoulder. he unhooks his arm from your side, leaning up against the counter. “not too bad yourself. you look,” he pauses for a mere few seconds. thoughts of you and how innocent you look plagued his mind, costume doesn’t help either. something in him was excited to taint that, you’d look so much prettier with your makeup smudged and begging him to make you cum, he thought.

“pretty,” he smiled, eyes shifting around your lips, and neck then back to your eyes. “you look really fucking pretty.”

“nights still young, you like games?” you tilted your head at the question. a suspicious question but how could anyone say no to him. “dependsss..” you drag out the word, tone laced with hesitation. this was all one big game, that you unfortunately didn’t know you were apart of, throwing another in the mix couldn’t hurt.

“how do ya feel about suck and blow?”

—♡︎—

suna forcefully offered up kita’s amex for the game, safe to say that he’s not happy about it.

the game rules were simple; suck and blow, on a card that is. pass the card mouth to mouth without dropping it. drop it and make out with the next person in front of everyone and spend an additional 10 minutes in an enclosed space. sounds easy right? it wasn’t a pi kappa alpha party without this tradition, they have a separate room dedicated for games such as these.

you watched intensely as the card made its rounds over and over you successfully received and passed it on. you were also standing between atsumu and bokuto, yikes! the card was making its way back around and like before it was just a matter of sucking and blowing, until you were locking lips with one of the hottest guys on campus. atsumu ‘dropped the card’ by accident, catalyzing the makeout sesh between the two of you.

it’s hot, it’s sloppy, it’s fucking miya atsumu.

you feel his smile on your lips as he slips his tongue in between yours, aiming for your bottom lip. the whooping, and whistling among the group was enough to encourage the egotism within you both to put on a nice show for everyone. your nails intertwining in his undercut, while his arms hug your waist.

“okay okay,” kita pushes, removing the two of you off of each other. “10 minutes, you know the drill.”

the frat brothers exchange a glance, one of many kita has shared with his little since atsumu started college.

the amount of girls that have survived that room, godspeed.

hearing the door close behind you was almost frightening, even after the spectacle you put on for everyone just now. it wasn’t until you took a few steps in you noticed this is a bedroom, not your average stuffy coat closet.

“suna teach you to kiss like that or what?” he teases, watching you stare at him in disbelief. “can’t believe he hasn’t fucked you yet.”

guess i’ll be the first, he thought.

suna? fucking you? confusion was an understatement really. unbeknownst to you they all thought you were sunas secret fuck buddy till he told them you were untouched.

atsumu almost forgot, and the realization ran through his blood with pure mischief. he was ready to get his hands on you and play with his toy of the night.

“let’s have some fun, yea?” he quips, walking towards you. “fun like what?” unintentionally you take a step back, the two of you flowing in a seamless b-line towards the bed as he goes forward and you go back.

“you’re a big girl right? in college now. ya know what big girls do?” his tone was informative signalling that there’s more to his mini monologue. “big college girls…kiss, and suck, and fuck boys.”

the smooth of your calves hit the sheets.

“a-atsumu i’m—” you’re a stuttering mess, and he finds it adorable.

“you’re what?” he mocks, lifting his voice up an octave to replicate you. it was only a matter of seconds before you were pushed onto the bed with his body caging yours beneath him.

it was all happening so fast, it’s not that you didn’t want to but this has never happened before. being stuck in a room with a guy especially an experienced one was never on you to-do list for today.

atsumu’s done this to many girls. he’s used to fucking bitches every week and you were no different. he never looses and he’s damn sure nothing will change that tonight.

“i’ve never done this before…” shame drowns your conscience as you confess what you thought was a secret. little did you know, he knew.

“s’okay,” his lips pecked against your jaw lightly, he could feel how tense you were but curious as well. “just wanna make you feel good, hmm?” you could feel atsumu’s hand creeping between your thighs though his eyes never leaving yours. this look on your face, the look of a virgin, never gets old for him.

the inquisitive look of “maybe it’s not so bad” staring back at him as he pulls your panties to the side running his fingers along your wet folds. you didn’t protest, or squirm, or defy, you just laid there beady eyes staring, legs spread for him awaiting his touch.

simultaneously, his fingers slide into you with ease while sharing a kiss to keep you quiet, earning a soft moan onto his lips. your body can’t help but concentrate at the foreign feeling of someone else other than yourself fingering you. “ahhh—! s-slow down ‘tsumu, too much!”

“no can do angel, got a lot ridin’ on ya.” completely dismissing your feelings, he continues to pump his fingers into your leaking cunt. “hurts..” you whine. “atsumu it hurts!”

“don’t lie ta me pretty, i can feel you clenching ‘round me.” your face flushed at his words, fluttering around his fingers. besides the slight discomfort it felt so fucking good, you really couldn’t get enough of it.

the humiliation you felt hearing the lewd squelching of his digits fingerfucking you was apparent. you watched in awe as he sped up, arm now jackhammering in and out of you at an ruthless pace. “fuckfuckfuck!” you cry, eyes brimming with tears.

atsumu traps your lips in a messy kiss, tasting a mixture alcohol on each others tongues. whines and whimpers escape fall from your lips onto his at the feeling of the coil in your stomach about to break. the euphoria that overcomes your body when your legs begin to tremble, thighs squeezing around his hand, your virgin cunny covers his fingers in sticky cum.

but his assault on your pussy doesn’t stop there, he’s still going; fucking you through your orgasm. “can’t stop there, you can give me another one baby, know you can.”

“no! c-can’t take it! i—” his hand quickly cups around your lips, muffling any sound that dares to come out of your mouth. time’s almost up and atsumu would throw more than a fit if he got caught and had to restart already.

he could feel it again, your pussy clenching around his fingers. atsumu continued at his gruelling pace, with a slick smile on his face. It was so cute seeing you like this, half an hour ago you walked into this party as an innocent little thing, and now he had you exactly where he wanted you — under him with his fingers buried inside of you, on your second orgasm.

“cumming… ‘m cumming—!” you mumble under the weight of his hand, eyes fluttering shut. “atta-fucking-girl angel.” your chest heaved and knees buckled while you creamed on the blondes fingers once more this time at full force, making you see stars before he pulled out of you.

“wasn’t so hard now was it?” he smiled sucking your slick off of his fingers. atsumu is now leading by two points and cocky was an understatement, he can feel himself growing hard watching your body go limp against the sheets. if he had the time, he’d take you right then and there but there was always an opportunity for that.

“make yourself decent before you come out.” was the last thing he said to you, chuckling while the door clicked shut behind him.

get yourself together! the sound of your own voice mentally cursing you was enough to spring you back to your feet, pulling your dress down, and fixing your hair. luckily for you, everyone continued their conversations, dancing, and games as you crept out the room exhaling heavily with relief.

a few eyes lingered, especially kita’s. he peered at you from afar, while atsumu whispered in his ear. he raised the red solo cup with an upward tilt of his head before smirking in your direction, taking a sip from the cup.

frat boys are just the equivalent to mean girls.

hell, it hasn’t even been five minutes and he’s already going around telling everyone. you couldn’t bare to see it really, causing you to relocate somewhere else in the house, the stairs.

you sat on the wooden steps, eyes glued onto your phone screen. the feeling of someone walking down was evident as the hardwood took a dip at the weight, it was osamu.

he pondered, swirling the liquid courage in his hand. how could he get you on his white linen sheets? he thought. osamu smirked at the idea that popped into his head soon after remembering the common denominator between his bed and that dress you’re wearing.

starring at your back from a few steps above, his eyes moveded to suna who was situated mere meters away from where you sat. he feigns tipping his cup, eyes pointing down to where you sat then back to the brunette.

it was genius, if he ruins that pretty little dress of yours you’ll have no choice but to take it off.

“do it.” suna mouthed covering his words with a cupped hand.

the weight of someone walking down the stairs returns after having paused, you didn’t think much of it until alcohol poured down your shoulder and into your bra from above you.

“sorry angel! that was my bad.” osamu quips, downing the rest of his cup.

“you’ve got to be kidding me..”

“relaaax,” he drawls before reassuring that “you can come change up here.”

—♡︎—

osamu scanned his closet looking for one of his old flings’ clothes murmuring, “no-no-no-too big-too small— damn i should call her..” as he looks through the assortment of clothing.

you waited on his bed partly disgusted at the fact that these clothes were equivalent to trophies.

“check that drawer ta’ your left for something.” he gestures a waving hand, pointing to the side table next to his bed.

the drawer was less then helpful, containing: condoms, an agent provocateur set (brand new, mind you), a bottle of dior sauvage, and a miniature plastic bag with two smiley face pills in it.

he has drugs just laying in his room?

“what’re these?” prodding at the drugs you ask, dangling the bag between delicate fingers.

he turns to face you, smirking when he sees what caught your curiosity. “a pretty girl named, molly.” osamu banged a girl with that name now that he thinks about it.

“you guys seriously take these?” eyes narrowing at the tiny pill analyzing it’s appearance, but wanting to know more at the same time. “are they fun?”

osamu closes the closet door, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed. his attention is focused elsewhere when you display genuine interest in the party drug.

“wanna find out?” he asks with the tilt of his head.

fuck around and find out was an understatement, getting fucked after finding out was more accurate really.

“fuuuuck ‘samu..” your manicure runs through silver hair, as he messily laps at your cunt.

every flick of his tongue making your knees buckle, the pleasure was overwhelming your lower half as he teased your clit with the tip his tongue.

you couldn’t get over how good it feels, what was the point of staying a virgin when there’s men who will pleasure you like the miya twins.

“pussy tastes s’good princess.” he mumbles onto you, sending vibrations up your spine, continuing to eat you like you’re his last meal.

he could feel now eager you were to get off, grinding yourself against his face in hopes to chase the orgasmic high that your body was so close to.

the loud noises of his mouth smothered against your pussy and broken whimpers fill up the room.

loud enough for suna to hear through the bedroom door he’s standing on the other side of. he could feel his erection growing, listening to his best friend taint his virgin girl bestie on the most sinister night of the year.

“righthererighthere! ‘m cumming— oh fuck!” the euphoric feelings of the drug in your system enhanced every last nerve running through your veins.

you’re loud, high pitched whines falling from your throat as you throw your head back, eyes shutting tight.

osamu’s face pushed into your cunt with force, nose nudging at your clit. little did the two of you know, the brunette purposely walked into the room with you on the verge of a mind blowing orgasm and osamu’s mouth quite busy.

“you cumming?” suna asks, gripping your face with slender fingers.

your eyes shoot open to see one of his hands planted on the back of osamu’s head pushing his mouth deeper into your pussy, the other holding your face, taunting from above.

“oh yea, you’re fucked.” he taunts, pushing your lips into a kissy face forcefully moving your head from side to side, observing your features.

suna’s done his fair share to know you weren’t all there, your dilated pupils, flushed face and very vulnerable state gave it away.

“don’t be shy, go on. might be ‘samu going to town on ya but your attentions on me, hmm?”

seeing you tweaked out on the verge of your third orgasm of the night really did it for him.

it was torture, watching and hearing the twins have their fun with you meanwhile he had to watch.

absolutely no fair. he’s the reason you even considered coming to the party at all it wouldn’t be all that bad if he used you as a reward for his efforts, now would it?

“rin!!” you whine, “get out! this is embarrassing!”

suna doesn’t bother listening to your protest. he’s already slid his shirt off, unbuckling his belt watching osamu make you cum.

“move it.” he chuckles, tugging at grey locks.

“hey, i had her first.” osamu scoffs at his friends audacity.

“technically atsumu had her first, but it’s my turn. so, are you gonna keep bitchin’ or get your dick sucked while i fuck her?”

the two boys spoke as of you weren’t even there, like you were just an object for them to play with. this wasn’t about the bet anymore. this was about you, and the fact that they’d never get the opportunity to see your tweaked out, legs spread, off molly ever again.

a once in a lifetime opportunity with you in a position to not protest.

suna’s shadow hovered over you, manipulating your body to fit both of them on osamu’s mattress.

hazy eyes stared into his green ones with incoherent mumbles falling from your lips. seeing you fucked out made him want it that much more.

“hang in there for us pretty.” his voice sounding so sincere, meanwhile rubbing the tip of his cock along your slit.

he pushes into you without warning, stretching your cunt around his girth.

“shit..” he hisses through his teeth. “definitely a virgin, fuck.”

“ah—!” your hand flies to his chest in attempt to get him to slow down. “s’too much..”

“none of that,” osamu coos, grabbing your wrist.

you didn’t even notice that he slid his boxers off, smearing precum on your lips like lipgloss.

“hey ‘samu where’s the—” atsumu says, swinging the door open to the lewdest live scene he’s ever seen. “holy hell.”

“are you gonna stare or join?”

sluttsumu 2023

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[eddiemunsonw]

None of your business | PART 1

PART 1 - PART 2

Gator Tillman x fem!reader

Summary: It's none of your business what Gator's doing at the bar you work at. But at the same time, it is.

CW/Disclaimer: Alcohol consumption, smut (handjob)

Words: 2346

On Wednesdays it was rarely crowded in the bar you worked at. There were always some regulars, those that fled from their wives (more commonly known as waste aways who should have never married nor had children) and those that loved alcohol more than life. Sometimes you can't blame them. 

This also meant that you spent most of your time with people, usually men, twice your age. You had built up quite some strength against their sexist remarks, their misogyny and the way they often tried to undress you with their eyes. Every now and then one would even actually lay a hand on you but by now your boss knew you needed no help taking care of those. 

Often, a glare would do. Sometimes they needed to be spoken to very clearly to get the message. Other times, you simply stabbed their hand with a fork. Painful, not lethal, easy solution.

Looking around the bar now, you noticed it was far busier than your usual Wednesday. There were more couples, surprisingly, as it was a rare sight at your bar. Also some new faces. Maybe there was something to do nearby? A festival, a concert? You no longer had any time to dwell on it when Brutal Bob called you over for a refill. You still didn’t know what he had done to earn that nickname.

“Same as usual?”

“You know it dearie!”

You gave him a friendly smile and took his glass, replacing it with another whiskey. After adding his drink to his tab, you did some dishes until a very obvious “clearing of throat” caught your attention. The polished badge caught your attention before anything else. It was rare to see anyone of “importance” step in here. Those visits were usually reserved for when there was trouble. Warily, you made your way over to the deputy sheriff.

“What can I get you, Deputy?” you asked, trying to read his expression to figure out whether he was here for business or pleasure.

“Anything strong will do,” he mumbled, not really looking at you as he was focused on cleaning off some specks of dust from his badge.

“How’s whiskey on the rocks sound?”

“Alright.”

“Coming right up.”

By the time you returned with his drink, his attention had shifted to his left hand that rested on the bar. Other than noticing he had big hands and long, quite slender fingers, you didn’t see why a hand would be so much more interesting to look at than the person serving you a drink.

“There you go,” you sighed before naming the price. Absentmindedly, he reached into his breast pocket and fished a couple dollar bills out. Normally you wouldn’t go out of your way to talk to customers, but his deep sighs made it impossible not to.

“What’s on your mind? You look like you don’t even wanna be here sipping expensive whiskey.”

Gator looked up, barely moving his head so it was more of a glare in your direction under his dark brows.

“None of your business.”

“Ooookay, sorry to step on your toes, sir.”

You tried to fight it but your eyes rolled back into their sockets anyway as you turned away from him. The noise that came out of him as a reaction to that was almost funny.

“Who do you think you’re rolling your eyes at?”

As you gave yourself a moment to think, you slowly turned back around again. His eyes narrowingly followed you as you approached him, leaning over the bar before you softly told him;

“None of your business.”

His eyes were almost slits as he narrowed them further and you quipped a quick smile.

“Not so fun, is it? Being on the other end?”

Gator mumbled something incoherent to your ears and turned his gaze down into his glass. You were surprised at his defeated nature, knowing he’d normally go out of his way to demand an answer, as unfair as it would be. He seemed to have lost his attitude a little lately. It was impossible to guess what was going on in your town. It felt like everyone carried big, heavy secrets around. Everyone had their secrets of course, but with the way some people were looking… it sometimes felt there was a lot at stake.

You left him alone after that, only walked back to give him another drink, and another. After a few of them you started giving him water alongside it and surprisingly he took it with no snide remarks and actually drank it. Many people came and went, yet Gator seemed to be very stuck on his stool holding his drink or vape (which smelled disgustingly sweet, by the way), occasionally taking a break for the bathroom. The crowd slowly started to thin out, which wasn’t very surprising at this late hour. You were just busying yourself with doing some dishes when you heard Gator curse and slam his fist on the bar. Slowly, you made your way over with a new glass of water.

“Might not wanna do that too often, you know. Unless you want both your arms in a cast,” you tried to joke lightly. He maintained his frown which he had kept for most of the night. It wouldn’t surprise you if he was already suffering from a headache. When he didn’t respond, you hummed softly in thought.

“You left or right handed?”

“Right.”

“Oof. That’s a bummer. Must be frustrating, y’know, during…”

You had no idea what came over you to even move into that direction, but it surely caught Gator’s attention at last. His eyes flicked up at you, waiting.

“I mean,” you continued airily, “unless you like using your left for the pretense that it’s someone else doing it.”

It was impossible to miss how his eyes shifted down to your hands and a smile crept on your lips. You waited for his eyes to shift back to you, making sure he would realize you caught him. This must have been the first time you had seen Gator Tillman blush since… ever. He didn’t say anything however, which gave you the feeling it was your que to leave.

“I can’t. Doesn’t work for me.”

Oh. Oh. Maybe that’s why he was so grumpy. You cocked your head and fought to mockingly pout a little. But god was it tempting. As you took a sip of your coke, you watched him squirm with the nervous anticipation of your response.

“No wonder you’re in such a bad mood. No one to help you out a little?”

Gator shook his head and took a sip of his water before catching your gaze.

“Is that a hint?”

Hmm… was it a hint? Maybe. It all depended on his behavior, really. He was cute when his father wasn’t breathing down his neck. Made him seem a little more human rather than a shell chasing some unattractive ideals. You knew he was all talk and how whatever came out of his mouth was rarely true. That didn’t mean you weren’t cautious.

“Do you wish it’s a hint?”

Gator’s hand tightened around his glass, lips pressed tightly together as he seemed to be fighting some inner demons. Whatever they were telling him, you weren’t sure. Eventually, he nodded, a defeated sigh leaving him.

“Yeah…”

As you looked around the bar, you noticed that the last two people were gathering their stuff, knowing well enough you were about to close the bar. You nodded your head at them.

“If you wait ‘till they’re gone, I’ll see what I can do.”

Gator turned his head followed by a wordless nod. Even under the dim light, it was impossible to hide his rosy cheeks. He excused himself for the bathroom, as if he wanted to make sure you knew he wasn’t leaving. By the time he came back, the last customers were gone and you had already locked the door.

“So…” he started unsurely. “How do we do this?”

“Uh… you know, how it usually goes?”

“I-I haven’t, uh. I’ve never—”

Ah. That explained a lot as well.

“Had sex?”

“Not so loud!” he huffed and you rolled your eyes.

“Don’t you worry, no one can hear us. A virgin huh, who would’ve thought.”

“I just haven’t found anyone- anyone worthy.”

“And a random girl serving you some drinks at the bar is?”

Gator shrugged.

“If she’s hot.”

“I have a hard time believing it’s about my looks here. I’m sure you’d say yes to just about anyone at this point.”

“Are you gonna jerk me off or are you just gonna keep making fun of me?!” Gator retorted, his patience thinning rapidly. You sighed and tapped on the bar.

“Hands.”

“What are you…” he started, confusion etching in his brows.

“Hands.”

Gator put his hands on the bar and almost swallowed audibly as you moved behind him, pulling his hips slightly backwards. You wasted no time undoing his belt and dropped his pants down. One glance downwards confirmed his erection was outlined perfectly in his boxer briefs.

“Luckily you didn’t drink so much to the point that you couldn’t get it up anymore, hm?”

He was ready to comment on it when he felt your hand grope him lightly. A shaky moan left his lips instantly and you could see how the knuckles of his left hand whitened as he tightened his grip on the bar.

“Good?” you asked softly, mouth close to his ear. He nodded rapidly, a whimper leaving him as you moved your hand up and down along the fabric. A damp spot was already forming on the dark green fabric and you figured it would be cruel to make him wait any longer. His moan was ushered out painfully when you exposed him to the airy room temperature and wrapped your hand around him. You were about to move when you thought of something. With your front pressed up against his back you lifted your hand to his mouth.

“Spit.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t tell me you’ve never spit on your hand before to make it glide easier?”

“You want me to uh… Why don’t you do it?”

You smiled and leaned closer to his ear again.

“Cause this is a team effort, Gator.”

With some reluctance he swirled his tongue around to gather some saliva in his mouth before he spat it onto your hand. Before the generous amount could slide off your palm you brought it down to his cock, immediately feeling the ease with which your hand moved up and down.

“Oh shit,” he hissed, hips bucking into your hand until you stilled him with your other hand. You pumped him faster and relished in the sounds of his desperate whimpers.

“F-Fuck I can feel your tits— Can I, can I touch them?”

You ignored the request in favor of jerking him off faster and he didn’t ask again. His breath quickened and although you could tell he tried not to, his hips bucked forward again. He let his head hang down and you didn’t have the heart to tell him that that might be a dangerous position to have his head in as he seemed so lost in the pleasure your hand was giving him. His voice cracked, the octave of his voice rising as thick white ropes came out of his reddened cock, one effectively landing on his face. He flinched, but he was too lost in the high to let it distract him fully.

As soon as he turned around you were met with the most love sick puppy eyes you had seen on a man in a long while. He leaned in closer with a dazed expression as if to kiss you, but you quickly stopped him by putting a clean dish rag in between you two to wipe his face off.

“Oh uh, thanks,” he mumbled awkwardly, glancing back at the bar which definitely needed a thorough cleaning again. “Sorry ‘bout that.”

“No worries. So… feeling better now?” you asked as you noticed his frown had gone. He nodded and let go of a big sigh he didn’t seem to know he was holding.

“Yeah… much.”

“Good. Well then, I gotta clean this up and close off so—”

“Wait. What about you?” he asked, the surprise in his voice genuine.

“Oh honey that’s sweet, but you and I both know you won’t get me there on the first try.”

You didn’t mean to sound condescending, it was just… men, right?

“I could try,” he mumbled, avoiding your gaze.

“It’s fine. I’ll take care of it when I’m home.”

Gator’s expression was an open book on what these words did to his brain.

“Fine. Can we uh, do this again sometime?” he asked eventually, finally able to look at you again. You glanced at him, considering.

“Maybe. But no more “none of your business” bullshit. You could have stopped moping around a lot sooner if you had just told me what was up,” you mumbled.

“What was I supposed to say? I’m horny but I can’t jerk myself off?”

Judging by his expression, that was definitely not all that had made his mood turn so sour, but you decided not to press it and smiled softly instead.

“Something like that, yeah. Honesty goes a long way. You should try it sometime.”

“I really like your tits,” he said earnestly, putting your advice to work. A helpless chuckle left you. God he was hopeless.

“Okay, maybe not like that. With a bit more nuance, maybe. We can work on that.”

“Okay… sure.”

“Sure?”

“Yes. We can. Ma’am.”

“Good. Lose the ma’am.”

“Alright…” he checked your name tag, just to make sure, “Y/N.”

“I’ve got the closing shift again on Saturday. Do with that what you want.”

Gator nodded and hastily put his pants back on as you ushered him to the exit. He seemed to have a lot more to say, but since you knew it was guaranteed that he’d be back on Saturday and you were extremely tired from work, it could wait.

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[riacte]

So like, are we gonna talk about how there is a problem in this fandom about some creators, mostly female ccs, being critized by fans whenever they "overshadow" the more famous hermits? No shade to any of the hermits, they are wonderful and i am sure this is the last thing they wanted to happen, but i am starting to notice a pattern. And it s always with the same excuses! "They did not play by the rules" "Someone else did the work for them" "It was boring and anticlimatic". And although I can think of some cases of this happening to male ccs (well, one case, and it was to a non-hermit), women have to deal with a looot of shit every time they score a victory, and it s terrible that this is just a routine at this point. And like where do the critics come from? Are these ccs supposed to lose in purpose and act as secondary characters to those who have more views or subs? I just don t understand

Oh yeah there's definitely a misogyny / popularity problem. It's always been around, got a bit better, and now post-Covid, it's getting worse.

Women can do everything and anything and they'll be criticised by some assholes. If False was proactive and killed every reaper who came near her? She would be "mean" and "a bully". If False kept her distance? She would be "barely online" and "not deserve a win". If False was on all the time, "the trappers wouldn't have time to lay traps". If False wasn't on because of work purposes (the meeting) or to EAT (because women are human beings who LIVE), "she wouldn't have a chance to die". I found it sad to see False explain herself and justify her jokes and actions. AND that is wholly dismissive of any irl things that may or may not have been going on.

Also... the popularity gap is getting worse. Some hermits have stagnating or even negative growth in terms of viewership and subs. It's unfortunate because everyone is free to watch who they want, work with who they want, everyone has limited time and attention span, so there's no real solution. Which is why I'm all for spreading propaganda. And I feel like my mains False and Ren are in the middle in terms of this— not the most popular, not the least either, so they kind of get left out when it comes to "underrated hermits" discussions. Idk. I know this has been a problem since the birth of Hermitblr and I know from the pov of a fan I do have it much, much better than some other fans who main other people. My main duo interact alllllllll the damn time. And I know I am guilty of sticking very closely to my main povs.

We have to drown out the trolls. Be vocal about what we love. I love seeing all the nice comments on vids. <3

#ask box #answered #discourse #negativity #salt

[that-stone-butch]

You're kidding yourself if you think you're a real feminist. Men will never defend you the way you defend them.

okay, let's set aside the fact that you're blatantly wrong; that i have friends and loved ones who are men. that men are among the people who, out in the real world, have stood up against homophobia in general and stood up for me in specific. that i have heard genuinely thoughtful and well-intentioned contributions to the greater cause of feminism from real men in my life.

let's pretend you're right. so what? am i supposed to grow resentful of them, and their privilege? am i supposed to try and get one up on them by shit-talking and abusing them to anyone who'll listen? am i supposed to pursue political change that somehow disempowers men?

like, what do you want me to do? what does your worldview actually do? except for harming marginalized men, disenfranchised men, men who experience racism and homophobia? alienating potential allies? if we buy into your childish worldview and believe that all men are evil, that men are inherently a category of people that aren't worth any work understanding or helping, that don't have a place in feminist frameworks of political and socioeconomic theory, then what's the point? should we kill em all? what's your solution, aside from trying to shut people like me down for having nuanced discussion of sexism and the effects it has on people of all genders?

on top of the fact that you're dead wrong that men would 'never defend me,' i see what's up with your reductive bullshit. it's an excuse not to try. if all men are shitty, then there's no reason to try and reach out to them politically, socially, in solidarity or intersectionality.

see, i work with men all day. among them are some pretty cool dudes, and some assholes. people who i would consider my friends, and political allies, and those that i've had to report to HR. because this shit? it's complicated. there are good men and there are assholes, and if you want to pretend that because of a few assholes men as an entire category don't merit nuanced discussion in feminist circles, then you're either an idiot or you're scared. probably both.

you can sit on your ass sending anon hate all you want, but intersectional feminism is out here actually achieving community building and solidarity. i know which worldview i'm putting my efforts into. i will always call out sexism, will always be critical of systems that do perpetuate misogyny and double-standards, networks of behavior and cultural biases that prop men up above people of other genders, but if you think many men aren't going to be a vital part of that discussion, then there's no point to any of this. and that's fucking stupid.

#ask #anonymous

[utilitycaster]

In the end, it is misogyny but in the form of that Imogen (and most of the female cast, if we are being fair) gets reduced to just being a woman to the point that criticizing any real flaw, wrong doing, or "hey i personally maybe perhaps don't like that she did this" is turned into an attack on her because she is a woman, because after all, all women are perfect and so so dainty they must be protected (sarcasm)

Without mentioning the attacking real women in the name of the fictional one

It really is the "God forbid a woman do anything" but in it's worst form

Sorry for venting, been having thoughts about the fandom for the past 5 years

YUP. I do recommend Unlikeable Female Characters by Anna Bogutskaya which I devoured in like, one sitting over my winter break and posted a bunch of excerpts from but this discourse is extremely not limited to the CR fandom. I mean, think about all of the endlessly churning nonsense about the women of Gone Girl and Midsommar. I am going to see Love Lies Bleeding tomorrow and have steered well clear of really any discussion because I simply would like to see buff lesbians in a crime drama but apparently the discourse is rancid.

Of course there are people who assume ill of female characters while excusing men. That is absolutely a big problem. But again, we can barely talk about that. I recently made a post about how Laura is not a particularly chaotic player, and indeed is one of the most cautious players in actual play, and again I think there is a serious and important conversation to be had about how there's probably a reason why, say, Travis and Taliesin are more likely to make extremely bold moves, because they didn't get raked over the coals during C1 for stealing a cool broom from a guest character! I actually think Marisha has managed to hang on to some of her boldness and it makes her a stronger player but I would not have been surprised if she retreated after the hate she got from Keyleth. But yeah, in actual play, bold moves are pretty important. We can't even talk about how real-world misogyny holds back the actual actors without some moronic wretch being like "FIGURES THAT A MISOGYNIST CUNT LIKE YOU LIKES A MALE ACTOR."

When a character who is a man - or in some cases, characters who are not men but are played by men - does something people don't like we can say "wow, I didn't like this, but it was an interesting choice by the actor!" but we aren't allowed to either talk about the reasons why a real world woman might hesitate to play a character who does ugly things - because of the misogynistic backlash that will land specifically on her as a real person - nor can we compliment her for going for it and playing a complex flawed character, because how DARE you say a woman is anything less than some kind of Divine Feminine ideal. At best you're allowed a two-dimensional caricature of She's So Sweet And Good But Sometimes Gets Angry (this also happened to my friend Keyleth).

And this might reveal my own biases but like. I as a woman don't love being called self-centered, but that, personally, would probably lead me to some reflection. If you call me a girlfailure, even jokingly, I am going to break your nose. It's really telling that like...one of the absolute no-brainer "hey stop calling grown women girls" feminist tenets has gone by the wayside particularly with the set of people who think that meta that fails to put women on so high a pedestal they are untouchable is misogynist. They are awful towards women, fictional and real.

A line that always stuck with me from, bizarrely, a book about wordplay, was that Victorian men would treat women of their same classes as their superiors, but never their equals - they would coddle them and protect them but they wouldn't actually engage with their thoughts and foibles. (This happened to my friend Jester).

Anyway my personal solution is to keep going. On some level, as my previous post indicates, while I don't want the harassment it also only underscores my point, that a lot of these people are way more invested in being a dick to women on the internet than writing meta about the pretend women they think they like. I have to imagine they're doing this because either think they're entitled to meta they like from people who can actually fucking write it because god knows most of the people making this complaint have the most "if you can't dazzle them with brillance, blind them with the most purple-prose bullshit you can muster" attitude; or because they literally are just champing at the bit to attack women online with the ostensible veneer of "but it's FEMINIST to call THESE women cunts because they said my blorbo wasn't saintly and flawless." However, again, I know that I'm pretty bullheaded and forcibly unlearned the uh, patriarchal idea that women should not be confrontational. I do not blame people who look at this whole situation and say "I'm going to keep my thoughts to myself because this is so unpleasant."

#answered #Anonymous #i got a ghost message too that i only assume is for the same reason as my previous anon #and like. ngl. i'm THIS close to naming suspected names. like i have tried to keep quiet but *rashinna voice* can we take out the trash #i'd love to see more meta about imogen but again i don't blame the people who are like nope not worth it. #cr tag

[sugoi-and-spice]

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Chapter Twenty-Five - Leap Without Looking

Summary: Tomura Shigaraki was her dad’s boss’s son. He was the creep that stole girls’ underwear and tried to grope her in his room. But it’s not like he could get her Dad fired just because she wouldn’t sleep with him, right? …right?

CW: Quirkless!AU, Explicit Smut, Dub-Con, Coercion, Blackmail, Cheating, Sexual Guilt, Humiliation, Unhealthy Relationships, Virginity Kink, Groping, Power Play, Hate to Love, Emotional Manipulation, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Animal Death, Slow Burn, Misogyny

Notes: Happy 2024 friends! We have officially crossed the 600 page threshold with this fic and my husband has informed me that in that amount of words, I could've finished three novels by now... I think I've spent my time wisely on this xD

Anyway, thanks as always for following the progress of my long-ass, over-emotional dub-con fic!

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[excerpt]

What was she doing? No seriously, what the hell was she doing?

That’s all she could think as she paced anxiously in her living room. She hadn’t even planned on calling Shigaraki, her fingers had just moved before her brain could. She’d been so worried about leaving him hanging the way she had at the arcade, that he was going to do something drastic, she knew she needed to get back to him as soon as possible. That action, she didn’t kick herself too much for.

But then he had texted her.

Shigaraki

[on the train]

[b @ ur place in 20]

She should’ve corrected him. Told him to meet her at a restaurant or a train station or a diner. Wait, yeah! A diner! That’s what she’d told him earlier, they’d go to a diner! A public, safe place that would pose a much lower risk of clothes being lost (although, not a zero chance, she admitted bitterly as she remembered one of their last serious talks over dinner). 

But no, she’d been too preoccupied trying to work out what to say, that when she’d finally gotten her head put on straight, about fifteen minutes later, she’d found a new reason to lose it. Tomura Shigaraki was going to be in her house, in the middle of the night, when her parents weren’t home. 

Nevermind the rather important question regarding how exactly he knew her address already, just what expectation was she setting with that?! Especially right after telling him that she and Mirio broke up. There’s no way Tomura Shigaraki of all people was coming over with anything other than sex on the brain. 

All of the fully rehearsed words she’d had suddenly didn’t feel sufficient anymore. This was way more serious than she was ready for. It was all happening way too fast. She didn’t even know what she wanted. She hadn’t even had the courage to fully admit to herself that she had very serious feelings for him, didn’t even know if she wanted to date him, so just what the hell was she supposed to say now in her house?!

Her heart just about beat out of her chest when the doorbell rang. That terrible cheerful little jingle that signaled the demise of her self-control. What was going to happen when she opened that door? How could she stop whatever he tried to make happen?

Especially when it was something she deep down really wanted to happen.

Luckily, she didn’t have to think of a solution. Because when she opened the door, she did not find Tomura Shigaraki holding flowers or video games or ready to sweep her off her feet (and into her bed). She saw him instead, hunched over panting, soaked to the bone, and not wearing shoes.

“O-Oh my god!” she practically shrieked.

“I didn’t bring anything,” was all he managed to say through heaving breaths. 

As if she would’ve expected him to bring a home gift under normal circumstances, let alone when he was hunched over and dripping onto her welcome mat.

She huffed in confused exasperation and pulled him into the house by the front of his sopping wet shirt, “Get in here right now!”

“W-Wow. It’s warm…” he muttered, looking around the living room in a daze as she closed the front door behind him.

“Yeah, I’m sure!” she snapped, “What happened to you?!”

“You said you wanted to talk in person.”

“So what, you ran all the way from Roppongi?!” she demanded.

He looked away, a blush dusting his cheeks, “I took the train too…”

She shook her head in disbelief, “You’re not even wearing shoes…”

Before he could say anything more, embarrassing himself further, she pressed a hot hand to his neck with a quickness that had him shuttering out a sigh. But she didn’t notice what she was doing to him. 

(She never truly did, did she?)

“Oh my God, you’re freezing!” she grabbed his shirt suddenly again, this time pulling it straight up over his head, “Take these off— take them off now!”

It all happened too fast for either of them to really process or be embarrassed about. She peeled his clothes off piece by piece, all while shoving him frantically down the ever-warmening hallway of her home. At some point he blinked and found himself stripped down completely and standing alone in the middle of her bathroom, fluffy beige towel in hand.

Shigaraki blinked as he finally had a coherent thought for what seemed like the first time in the last five hours. That thought being that when he’d pictured himself naked in her house, this is not the way he’d thought it’d go. 

He looked around the room, still in a bit of a daze. It was a typical Japanese bathroom, a nice one, he supposed, with its auto-filling tub and real tile, notably not laminate. But it was cozy (the nice way of saying small) and the only one for the whole household. The whole house seemed to be that way, from the quick glimpse he saw of it all. Simple, modest, warm. Quite a difference from his own luxurious and picture-perfect, but admittedly cold household. 

It surprised him a bit, the modest part. Though maybe it shouldn’t have. The more he learned about her and her family, the clearer it was that maybe she wasn’t as overtly privileged as he’d once assumed, as he was used to. Sure her family was comfortable, but there was a much wider gap between them, the family that packed onigiri and Don Quixote-purchased lawn chairs for swim meets, and he who had a Kurogiri at his every beck and call.

By the time he got to running his fingers along her slew of floral body washes and shampoos, he couldn’t help but shake his head and laugh over the situation. The ridiculousness of it all. How panicked he’d been, how undoubtedly panicked she’d been waiting for him. How all of it seemed to go instantly out the window the moment she saw him and had something all new to worry over. No, not just something. Someone. Him. Him and his well-being. 

Well wasn’t that something new.

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[peachymilkandcream]

My Husband, My Monster|Part 7|William Afton x Wife!Reader

(A/N: Now I'm kind of back in the swing of things, writing can continue as scheduled with a brand new chapter of MHMM. This one is a bit of a time jump, since the series isn't going to be that long. Who knows when the sequel comes out I might do some oneshots in the same timeline. Hope you enjoy and comment to be added to the taglist!)

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, violence, mind breaking, misogyny, etc.

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Her body was spent, two kids later her body had taken the toll. William demanded that perfect picket fence life, and that included his children, their two boys Michael and Evan Afton. At ten, Michael was already more than the couple could handle, since Evan was the baby he got more attention. This caused a rebellious streak, he acted out at any given opportunity to get his parent's attention. Knocking over vases and terrorizing his poor brother with a Foxy mask he had stolen from their newest location. She had gone past exhaustion when it came to trying to discipline him, William was no help, telling her as the wife she should handle it herself and not bother him. Single life appealed more and more, but in her heart she was becoming more and more fond of William, maybe it was the start of even loving him.

All of his time was now spent at work, his own children treated him as little more than a stranger since he was this vague and distant character they had never come to know. When it came to her they either despised or adored her and there was no in between, she was all that they had so it they made the best of it.

When she voiced her concerns to William, finally after all this time he seemed to hear what she had said and listened. He was lost in thought for so long after she had finished her ramblings that she thought he was angry with her.

After what seemed like an eternity, he finally spoke. "I suppose you have a point."

"I do?"

"Don't let it get to your head. I said you have a point, but as always I need to be the one to figure out a solution."

"Yes- right- what do you suggest?"

"Bring them with you tomorrow and come to the restaurant, they can see what I do and maybe I'll be able to spend more time with them while getting work done."

"You don't think they'll get in the way?"

"Are you questioning me?"

"I...no- you're right William, I'll do that tomorrow."

"Good, then let's not talk any more about it, come here." His arms were outstretched waiting for her to join him in bed.

She does so, laying against his chest and listening to his heartbeat while he strokes her hair.

"It'll all work out fine my dear."

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Children and large machines do not mix.

Despite all of William's attempts to introduce Evan to the animatronics that took up so much of his time, he was determined to hide from them and cling to his mother's skirt at all costs. The machine's terrified the hell out of him, he just wanted to go home. Although this just seemed to annoy William even more, an aggressive streak coming into him as he dragged him around and forced him to get closer despite his mother's protests.

"William can I talk to you about something?" She was wringing her hands with worry over her son's increasingly stressed behavior.

With an eyeroll he nods for her to follow him into his office, leaving the children alone in the restaurant since he refused to have the children in his workspace.

"What is it?"

"You're scaring the children, can't you see how terrified they are of those machines?"

"He needs to grow a backbone, you're raising him to be soft. I never should have let you raise them on your own."

"He's five!"

"And? I wasn't afraid of machines at his age. He needs to grow the fuck up."

"I can't believe you would act like this."

"Oh get off it, you're being so dramatic."

"I am not! You're just-"

She's cut off by a bloodcurdling scream outside of the office, causing the two of them to rush out to the source of the noise.

The first thing they saw was Michael sobbing on the floor, holding himself while he looked up in horror.

The two parents slowly scanned their eyes up to meet what he was looking at, freezing in horror when they saw the crushed head of their son trapped in the mouth of the golden Fredbear.

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[princncess]

forcefem is cool, gentle coercion-fem is cool. i want to talk about gentle coercion transition prevention, for tgirl eggs.

you’ve got an obvious egg, and in order to inflict the most pain, you decide to try to keep it in the closet for as long as possible. sad little “cis” boys make great playthings, and even greater tools, of course. plus it’s fun to watch them struggle not knowing what’s wrong when it’s right in front of them.

always making sure to say things like “you’re a man, so you wouldn’t/don’t understand this,” always accusing her of manspreading or misogyny, and bonus points if she’s autistic, because then you can coax her into infodumping only to drop an “i know how [topic] works, sweetie, no need to mansplain it to me.” this one should shut her up and shut her down for quite a while. make her quiet, make her reluctant to talk about anything, especially something you know more about. make sure she’s sorry for being a man. this part is to make sure she takes as long as possible to bring up that she might be trans.

one day, however, that will happen. make sure she hasn’t developed relationships with any other trans people. cis queers are fine, but if you can isolate her from queerness entirely you’re golden. this is to make sure you’re the first to hear about her gender questioning, and you can crush it immediately. express your doubt. you’re trans, you know the signs, and she just doesn’t display it. she’s the cissest cis man you’ve ever seen. maybe she’s just sorry for being a man and wants to fix it, or worse, evade responsibility for her misdeed of being one. you might be able to throw something in about not appropriating from trans people, which should dissuade any independent gender exploration. this will not stop her permanently, but she will grapple with the guilt you instill for quite a while, and you can drink up her delicious distress in the meantime.

at some point, you will need to execute the Decisive Decision. all the thoughts, guilt, pain, and desire has been swirling around her head for a long time, and she’s begging for a definitive answer to the question: “am i trans?” you have to answer this question for her, you have to answer it strongly and with evidence, and you have to answer a decisive and permanent “no” that leaves no room for rebuttal. don’t wait too long for this stage, because a less malicious tranny will sweep her up and turn her into a happy girl. a happy girl is not what you want.

for your Decisive Decision, you need to run a Test. you’ll crossdress her and do her makeup, and if she doesn’t like what she sees, if it’s viscerally uncomfortable for her, she’s painfully obviously not trans. you will make this as viscerally uncomfortable for her as possible. tell her you’ll plan for a later date, but not late enough that she has time to become “excited for what’s coming up,” after recovering from what you’re about to do to her.

you’re going to measure her. you’re going to measure her on short notice. you’re going to measure her hairy. if you can manage it, you’re going to measure her naked. you’re going to touch her in all the ways you know would make an egg’s skin crawl. you’re setting up her outfit tomorrow, and you need her to be too focused on this violation to spiral into gender thoughts tonight. give her the rundown of how her body proportions differ from average women, but don’t go too overboard with this. you needed these measurements to set up her outfit, and set it up you will. unflatteringly. not so unflatteringly that she thinks her body needs to change. you’ll notice just about everything in this process is “bad, but not bad enough for her to demand a solution.”

she will come to your house to pick up and try on, but not keep (don’t want her trying it on alone without your miasma of discomfort), the outfit. don’t leave the room or give her privacy, but do turn around. if you’ve picked well, she will need you to help her put it on. ABSOLUTELY DO NOT USE A BACK ZIPPER FOR THIS STRATEGY, IT WILL AFFIRM HER AS A WOMAN. try to pick something that will audibly rip slightly as it catches on her shoulders, but not leave a visible hole. apologize when it rips, you didn’t know it would do that, but it looks fine so let’s keep going. don’t make her too explicitly dysphoric, since that will be recognized as dysphoria and raise questions. most of the discomfort should be coming from a place of “this does not feel right.” if you can throw in a change of clothes for yourself at some point, making her leave the room to emphasize the absence of a “we’re all girls here” attitude, it’s a nice touch. if she tries to make any design decisions on her own, tell her you know more about fashion than her and that’s a bad idea.

the kill sequence begins. you’re going to take her picture. you’ve made sure she’s uncomfortable, she will not look happy in these pictures. don’t force a smile, but do force a pose to make her feel nice and on the spot, make sure to awkwardly correct what she’s doing wrong. have her try a few different poses, don’t give her time to get comfortable. show her the pictures. she will not like them. say she doesn’t look happy like this. it’s not right for her. the conversation is over, the questioning is over, this was a terrible experience for her. tell her it’s better it turned out this way, because she gets to keep all that cis male privilege. she should consider herself lucky. “that was dysphoria, just a little bit of it; how trans people feel all the time. i know this was a bad time, but it’s a happy thing. you found out who you really were.”

#this is that “maybe one of the worst things i’ve ever written”

[nrilliree]

Hey! I have to say that I truly enjoy all of your posts and as a fellow TB supporter I wanted to share with you one of my most recent debates with a TG and see what you think about it.

We were talking about something else when suddenly the topic changed to HOTD. Now, this is not the first time I hear this nonsense but they began by saying that they are TG because “Rhaenyra is an entitled b*tch” (as if a chosen heir wasn’t entitled to their inheritance). And I couldn’t help but think that TG comes up with a lot of BS to try to diminish Rhaenyra’s rightful claim to her inheritance and justify the usurpation of her throne.

What’s funny is that their entire speech revolved around “Rhaenyra should’ve done so much more to deserve the throne” or “She didn’t prepare to rule” (which she actually did but they were definitely not ready for that conversation).

The point is they think that Rhaenyra is unsuited to rule but, what is their option? Aegon? Pfff! They think Rhaenyra is unsuited for the throne and their option is Aegon? What a joke! Now, the real question is: what did Aegon even do to deserve the throne? Whenever I ask this to a TG, they always evade this question. They always change the subject to something that’s completely irrelevant to the topic of discussion. But they never answer the question. Why? Because they don’t have an appropriate answer for this.

I proceeded to ask this question to that person from TG and insisted on getting an answer and do you know what they answered? That whether Aegon was suited to rule or not was irrelevant and not the point. Like, they were trying to justify Aegon usurping Rhaenyra’s throne and they still think that whether or not he was suited to rule was irrelevant? I mean, that is the whole point. If you don’t think that the ruler from the opposite team is fit to rule, then at the very least, you should consider the one you support to be better for the role.

But no, according to them, Rhaenyra is not a good option to rule the Seven Kingdoms, but it doesn’t matter if Aegon is a good option or not.

Thank you, that's nice to hear :)

While going through all these discussions, I noticed the arguments that were always repeated: Rhaenyra did not deserve to be the heir; Rhaenyra has not shown herself worthy of the Throne; Rhaenyra fled to Dragonstone and abandoned Viserys; it doesn't matter that Rhaenyra is the heir because she's boring; Rhaenyra shouldn't rule because she's not a true feminist; it doesn't matter that Rhaenyra is a woman, only that she is a stupid woman; it doesn't matter that Aegon is not suitable either, because he will have good advisors (Alicent and Otto...)

It all comes down to what Otto said - it doesn't matter that Rhaenyra would even be Jaehaerys reborn, she won't take the throne. Because she is a woman. And all the repeated accusations above boil down to the fact that she is a woman and Aegon is not, even if people pretend that it is not about misogyny at all.

Rhaenyra was a cupbearer from an early age. She participated in Small Council meetings and presented sensible solutions to matters. As heir to the throne and Princess of Dragonstone, she moved to Dragonstone to learn to rule on her own. She was familiar with the affairs of the capital. She did what every heir to the throne did. But somehow, she was the only one expected to PROVE that she DESERVED the throne. Hmm... I wonder why... It certainly wasn't related to the fact that she was a woman. After all, then people who say so would be openly sexists, right...?

TG stans try to explain themselves by saying that if the Greens had not stolen the throne, Rhaenyra would have murdered them and the kingdom would have rebelled. When Rhaenyra and Daemon wanted to negotiate at the beginning, and Otto had a plan to murder her entire family. If Rhaenyra had not returned to Dragonstone with her family and stayed as Alicent insisted, she would have been murdered. And if the throne were not stolen, who would rebel? More than 2/3 of the kingdom supported Rhaenyra, 53 houses vs 25 + the bribed Triarchy.

If someone prefers a drunken rapist without a shred of knowledge or preparation to a prepared heir, and only because the heir is a woman, he is simply a sexist who tries to hide it under a "but"

Additionally, they forget that although they claim that Viserys's peaceful rule is only thanks to Otto and Alicent,... Otto was released for over 10 years. For over 10 years, the Hand was Lyonel Strong, who, with his advice and approach, proved that he was worth more to the kingdom than Otto and Alicent combined.

#house of the dragon #team black #anti team green #hotd #pro team black #rhaenyra targaryen #anti alicent hightower #asoiaf #anti team green stans #anti otto hightower #anti aegon ii targaryen

[valittlecorner]

Hello, today we're complaining about Bushiroad's tactics and clear exploitation of the Sapphic community in their rhythm games💘 cause I'm feeling like a hater rn.

For starters, I've always noticed WLW representation is usually non-existent or placed on a side character with 3 seconds of screentime. It's pretty hard to even find appropriate WLW content that isn't sexualized to appeal the male gaze. And when you do find it, it's probably either cancelled midway (the owl house) or it makes you wait 6 years to see a proper display of affection (adventure time). Now this complaint came to me since it's reflected in a lot of female centric rhythm games, especially Bushiroad rhythm games.

First, Bang Dream. Pretty sure the Bandori fandom still remembers Bushi HINTING at every character from it being Sapphic, but were too afraid to confirm or say it clearly. And you know why is that??? Well, most of their income comes from thirsty males who wouldn't want to see their anime 'waifu' not appealing to them or being 'unavailable", that's how the market works bestie!!! So their solution is having extremely vague depictions of WLW while still making sure it's appealing to the male gaze. The main point that messes with WLW rep is misogyny, and how men are constantly trying to twist women into being their own little trophy that appeals ONLY TO THEM and completely ruining how people view Lesbians. To me, Bushi's rhythm games are a prime example of that.

Now let's talk about D4dj. D4 struggles with the same thing as Bandori, but arguably manages it worse. Since D4's characters are mostly adults, their cards are very suggestive, often showing their characters in questionable situations with one another, this is an example of wanting to appeal to the male gaze via the sexualization of Lesbians. And in the game's dialogue they show characters clearly blushing or being flustered around one another and overly exploit what I call "Sapphic bait". Sapphic Bait is showing you two female characters with CLEAR INTEREST IN ONE ANOTHER but never making it canon and just using it for clout. A clear example of this is TsubAoi (Tsubaki is clearly in love with Aoi and they play around with the concept a lot, but it's just that. It's never taken seriously enough, it's just a bait). The main problem with D4 is how they don't commit to the bit unless we're talking HayaCoco, their first Canon couple. They're the only ones who brought back hope of Bushi eventually stopping the Sapphic Bait, though I still think that's impossible to be honest. I really have no idea how their reveal went over in JP, but those two are a step in the right direction. However, there's still a long way to go when it comes to these topics AND ESPECIALLY coming from Bushi.

I know many other franchises do this, but I'm Bandori centred so that's about it. Conclusion of this rant being: Give proper Lesbian representation instead of just baiting your Sapphic audience into thinking they're finally being heard. It's tiring!!!

Edit: I made A HUGE mistake with the D4 card section of this post. I did not mean "sexualized / suggestive" cards, I was referring more to those Sapphic bait cards D4 has. Those with two characters involved in more romantic situations that Bushi usually plays as bait and is never mentioned again yknow!! My bad I wrote this when I was mad and didn't research properly oh my god

#I will not be silenced!!!!! #apparently bushi also owns love live but idk about them so that's that #if you do have income on them don't be afraid to share it!!! #bushiroad #bandori #bang dream #d4dj groovy mix #d4dj #sapphic #wlw #lesbian #the flag colors being on the lesbian tag is so cute lmao #valittleopinions

[autolenaphilia]

I don’t like the term “toxic masculinity” that much. And I recently learned that the concept did not originate in feminist theory, but in the “mythopoetic men’s movement”. It was a thing in the 80s and 90s before dying out and being essentially replaced by the more openly anti-feminist and misogynistic men’s rights movement. It was basically a new age take on Jungian psychology, and its gender essentialism. Basically it argued that in industrial society men had lost touch with their primal, natural “deep masculinity”. Men had either become effeminate or developed an aggressive, violent, emotionally repressive and hypercompetitive “toxic masculinity”. And its solution for this was self-help meetings with weird rituals based on new age Jungian stuff to help men recover this deep masculinity.

The concept of toxic masculinity was essentially these men movement people’s answer to the feminist criticism of masculinity as violent, oppressive, emotionally repressive, (trans)misogynistic and homophobic. They argued that it was not real masculinity, but some aberration of modern industrial capitalism that men were taught. Whereas real “deep masculinity” was natural to men and universal, existing beyond any historical context. This gender essentialism was not new, but derived from Jung’s ideas. He thought both masculinity and femininity as intrinsic and universal parts of the human collective unconscious, expressed in the myths of every culture of the world.

It’s bullshit of course, Jungian psychology is basically a fantasy worldbuilding exercise masquerading as psychology. It’s theories are both unproven and unfalsifiable. There is no primal, natural masculinity (or femininity), but instead all masculinities are product of the society and historical context in which they exist.

Yet this concept of “toxic masculinity” got taken up ten years later by feminists sometime in 00s, to describe basically the same thing. It’s the bad parts of masculinity, the misogyny, the homophobia, the violence, the emotional repression. It is usually put into opposition to a healthy, positive masculinity that is feminist and non-misogynist. That idea of a healthy masculinity is inherently implied by a concept of toxic masculinity, because you wouldn’t need the adjective “toxic” otherwise. It’s not always explicit, but it’s almost always implied.

Anti-feminist right-wingers of course gets outraged about the use of the term, arguing it stigmatizes masculinity as a whole. But as feminists who use it like to point out, it’s literally a way of saying “not all masculinity”. Not that the anti-feminists care, it’s a culture war battleground now.

Toxic masculinity has thus been appropriated from the men’s movement. But I strongly doubt we have really taken the gender essentialism or even the anti-feminism out of it.

I don’t think you can neatly remove the (trans)misogyny and violence from masculinity, because any culturally relevant concept of masculinity is shaped by the society in which it exists. And we exist in a deeply patriarchal, transmisogynist and violent society. Any idea of how men should be and act is shaped by that.

The transmisogyny, the violence, the homophobia, the emotional repression is not an aberration, but part of the core values of hegemonic masculinity, a core part of the function masculinity plays in a patriarchy. And what it does is give power to men and instructs them to use that power in violent ways against all women and girls, cis or trans, or degendered “others” to keep them in line and keep the system going. This power is only given to men who perform masculinity correctly, and those who are AMAB and fail or don’t perform masculinity are punished, again to control them in service of the system. (I talked before about the myth of trans women’s male socialization and the basic problem with that framework is that it assumes trans women in childhood were the perpetrators of such patriarchal violence, instead of the truth that most often we are its victims.)

The violence, the (trans)misogyny, the homophobia of masculinity, it all serves a purpose in this patriarchal system. The concept of toxic masculinity misses out on this because it isn’t rooted in any meaningful systemic analysis. It doesn’t see patriarchal violence and masculinity in the context of a system of laws, institutions and norms of which it is a part. Instead masculinity is seen as a cause in itself of patriarchal misogynist attitudes and violence.

In the toxic masculinity framing, such problems are seen as being caused by some kind of aberrant cultural sickness in men. The modern feminist use of the concept and that of the mythopoetic men’s movement is essentially the same analysis in this case, just worded differently. It’s a re-iteration of the idealist thinking of the neo-Jungians from which the concept is taken, instead of a material systemic analysis.

And the solution is similar. Instead of systemic and material changes, boys and men are to be re-educated into a healthy sense of masculinity. An industry of educational programs have sprung up to deal with toxic masculinity. We are right back at the mythopoetic men’s movement self-help meetings to help men develop a healthy masculinity. If you take analysis of problems from a self-help movement, your solutions are almost inevitably self-help. I think these programs can be helpful for many boys and men, but it can’t be a solution for (trans)misogynist violence when there are strong systemic incentives for men to ignore what they are saying.

The concept of a healthy feminist masculinity is essentially the neo-jungian concept of a “deep masculinity” being given a feminist spin. But it doesn’t remove the gender essentialist roots of the idea of masculinity entirely removed from the patriarchal societal context in which we live. It’s an idealist solution rather than a solution based in systemic and material change.

In fact, toxic masculinity discourse ultimately reinforces gender roles and gender essentialism. By framing the alternatives as toxic patriarchal masculinity and a positive healthy masculinity, there is still the expectation that men and boys are to be masculine. It doesn’t challenge the idea that it’s shameful for men and boys to be feminine, the misogynist attitude that femininity is lesser than masculinity, especially in men and boys. Often the idea of healthy masculinity involves men and boys adopting some traits conventionally deemed feminine, such as open emotional expression, but feels the need to arbitrarily re-define them as masculine, thus reinforcing this hierarchy.

The feminist appropriation of the concept of “toxic masculinity” has thus not been able to cleanse it of the anti-feminist gender essentialism at its source.

The solution is not of course to condemn anyone who acts in conventionally masculine ways or self-identifies as masculine, as long as they don’t harm anyone else to prove their manlinesss. Especially not anyone trans. This also applies to femininity. This kind of moralism, you are either gender non-conforming and a good feminist, or gender conforming and a bad feminist, is just not helpful. It’s again blaming individuals gender expression for systemic issues, and seeing some form of lifestylism as a solution. Fighting for the rights of gender non-conforming people, whether cis or trans, is important, but it’s not as simple as blaming feminine women and masculine men for their plight. Instead it’s to criticize gender roles and stereotypes, rather than people who happen to conform to them.

It’s especially odious when applied to trans people. Claiming trans women being conventionally feminine and trans men being conventionally masculine are upholding gender roles is bizarre, since gender roles in our society, seen as a systemic force, aren’t trans-inclusive. It assumes some mythical version of gender roles which doesn’t misgender trans people. Thus trans people inherently subvert the gender binary and gender roles by rejecting their AGAB.

It’s just that the concept of toxic masculinity isn’t helpful. It isn’t good feminist theory, because it doesn’t originate in feminist theory. It doesn’t place the masculine behaviours it deems toxic in a systemic context of our patriarchal society. Instead it’s probably more helpful to look to thinkers who do actual feminist analysis of masculinity like Raewyn Connell and her concept of hegemonic masculinity. She is a trans woman, a fact that is probably not incidental to her interest and analysis of masculinity. Her research has been misused by the toxic masculinity discourse, but it actually contradicts its assumptions. It doesn’t see masculinity as just one thing that is only bad, but also sees the (trans)misogynistic violence of hegemonic masculinity as serving a purpose in a patriarchal society of reinforcing its hierarchies.

#my writings #toxic masculinity #feminism

[aibidil]

A lot of people like to talk big shit about how self-diagnosis and self-treatment of medical problems using internet research is the height of narcissistic internet absurdity and an example of millennial and gen z women letting the internet rot our brains

Meanwhile

A friend of mine with a dad, brother, and two kids formally diagnosed with ADHD and a lifetime of symptoms finally went to get a diagnosis for herself and was told that her problems were due to being unhappy in her marriage, not ADHD

A friend of mine in an excruciating flare of chronic pain including recovery from a vulva biopsy was asked by a doctor if she'd tried yoga

A doctor once told me that I should go ahead with a radiation treatment that wasn't indicated for young women because "well, it'll probably make you infertile, yeah, but you'll have enough money to do IVF in like ten years so that's ok"

Doctors routinely prescribe antibiotics to breastfeeding moms who have thrush even though antibiotics make fungal infections worse

Every new doctor I tell I have EDS asks me to do the hypermobility party tricks because they want to see them, even though they should know that doing those movements isn't good for my body

Doctors refuse to advise parents to give their constipated kids enemas, one going so far as to tell me that it would give my kid psychological issues, blatantly allowing a homophobic fear of penetration to stand in the way of proper medical care for kids who don't respond to miralax

An old man obgyn once told me, when I informed him that I was going off the pill, that he was sure he would see me soon, because I would change my mind because "women are happier on the pill."

Girls with autism and adhd are completely underdiagnosed and parents' concerns dismissed because the girls are too smart or too good at masking

I have friends whose doctors will refuse to even discuss treating infertility until they lose a certain number of pounds, quite literally refusing medical care on the basis of weight

Sure, there's a lot of misinformation on the internet, and you need to be careful and sift through it all. And at some point you'll need the input of doctors and tests to confirm your hunches, etc. (Which you may only have access to if you have $.) But how can you honestly look at this situation and NOT think the only solution is for us to research everything ourselves? To diagnose ourselves? To figure out what the best-practice treatment is so that you can question suggestions? When misogyny is so rampant in a Healthcare system, how can women ever make sure we're cared for properly? And if you're also poor, or uneducated, or fat, or bipoc, or trans, or a non-native-English speaker?!?! FORGET IT

I'll be over here in my internet groups where women put in countless hours compiling medical research with citations and sharing health conditions and treatments and experiences. Because the village witches have always been the ones to figure this shit out and also the ones to get blamed whenever something goes wrong—only now the village witches are compiling 100-page detailed guides on Facebook groups on how to combat iron deficiency, while the doctors refuse to even test our ferritin levels. I'll brave the medical offices when I need to, armed with my advance research to combat the bullshit I will inevitably encounter as I try to access to care I need

#tw doctors #tw healthcare #doctors #healthcare #misogyny #misogyny in medicine #I diagnosed myself and my kid with adhd #and then had it confirmed #I diagnosed both my kids with dyslexia #and then had them both confirmed #I diagnosed myself with EDS and MCAS and POTS #and then had them confirmed #I figured out how to treat my kids' encopresis through an online group and had to lie to our doctor #we have to do everything ourselves around here #so yes not downplaying that there's problems in this system #but what the fuck else could you expect us to do #raaaaaaant

[camilbarnessss]

¤ The Invitation ¤

{ Aemond Targaryen }

《 Part 7 》

When Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen's big family arrive at King's Landing for princess Helaena and prince Aegon Targaryen's wedding, things go as they always do. Dragons, uncles, nephews and cousins discussing and fighting, tension on every look, and disconfort when being with each other. Just the usual stuff...until the princess Daera Targaryen got drunk at a ball where The One-Eyed Prince happened to sneaked in

Masterlist

Warnings: swearing, explicit nakedness, mutual masturbation, thigh riding, explictit sex (p on v), cock warming, jealaousy, swords fighting, misogyny and more fighting, TARGARYEN INCEST [cousinXcousin]

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Enjoy your reading!!! Likes, comments and reblogs will be highly appreciated ♡♡♡

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-May I share a secret, with you, my Godess?-

-Hmm, you may, my prince-

Aemond's hands were placed on Daera's ass, above the dress. He was caressing it, massaging it, feeling it under all his ten fingers. Under the light of the library's fireplace, she was still seated on his legs, quite comfortable.

She was looking down at him, breathing with easiness, while he was staring up, having a long smile on his closed lips. His eyes were so flirtatiously calmed.

-We both know about the fact that it results no easy for us, if not impossible, to...meet, without suspicions, in the castle...-he begands to talk, lowly, under her shiny gaze-, I think I have a solution for it-, Aemond whispered.

Daera blinks one time, starting to side a curious smile towards him.

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-Are you sure, my lady?-. One of the maidens of the princess looked at her, confused. This one was named Pentia.

Daera smiled calmly, moving her hands in the air a little.

-I very much can get myself ready for the supper, sweet ones-. She said at the three women that were on her chambers, to assist her.

-At least let us prepare your bath, princess-, proposed one of them, Silia, with a warm smile.

-So you don't have to force yourself-, nodded the other, Clair.

-Nonsense-, the princess shook her head in a scoff-. I can do it myself, I inssist. I already told the cookers to give you a good wine while you rest-, Daera smirked kindly, walking to the door.

The three maidens looked at each other with shy and surprised smiles, appreciating the gesture.

-Princess...-they made a courtsey at Daera, who closed her lips with a low chuckle.

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-There happen to be secret passageways...-Aemond's lips neared to Daera's ear, whispering on it-...behind the castle's walls-, he said.

When hearing this, the princess raised her eyebrows and looked at him with a surprised confusion, tilting her head.

-I do not follow...-, she whispered over his nose, looking briefly at his lips-. What do you mean?-

The One-Eyed Prince raised one of his hands, holding her jaw in it to drag her even closer. She laughed breathless, feeling how his other hand was gripping strongly on her ass.

-I mean we have a way-. Aemond murmured with a quiet smile, staring at her mouth stoppless-. I mean that such suspicions will gain no existence if we'd make use of those passageways-, he said-...And we will-, the prince smiled.

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Daera closed the door after saying goodbye to the maidens. Wheen their steps were far, she bited her lips and put the lock from a second to another.

The princess turned around and ran to her bed, falling on her knees and quickly searching for something underneath, having a wide smile on her mouth.

Seconds later, she raised again, now holding that long hooded coat of leather, Aemond's. Daera bited her lips, again, not waiting a minute to quickly putting it on.

-Ay, Aemond, if you are lying...-she sighed.

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-I am no liar, I have told you-. He scoffed in a funny murmur on her neck.

-How do I get to them?-, she whispered lowly, passing her hands over Aemond's clothed chest.

-Push all your walls-. He answered. She opened her eyes bigs, not holding severe chuckles-. I am serious!-, the prince inssisted in a scoff, making her bump a little over him when he moved his knees.

-Fine, fine-. She laughs, now caressing his hair-...Walls, then?-, she sighed.

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Daera's hands were pushing all of her chamber's wall, waiting desesperately for something to happen, but nothing was. She tsked, pushing and pushing everywhere.

-Fucking walls!-, the princess swore with annoyance.

Until, she reached a wall where there was a brave dragon sculpted of red stone. She pushed the dragon's head with tiredness, expecting nothing to appen. But, this time, somethind did happened.

It opened. Daera let her mouth fall, in shock. It was a door, it was a full bloody hidden foor!

-Fucking walls...-she whispered in disbelief.

The princess sighed with a huge smile, not looking back even one more time. She hugged the hood hard to hersef, and instantly crossed through the door, closing it behind her.

She breathed fast, looking around, having a full sight of all The Red Keep's bone. This was insane, she thought. Laughing with surprise, she began to walk, looking everywhere at every step she advanced.

While she walked, she pictured in her mind where was she truly walking behind of. In a moment, she knew she passed Baela's room, and giggled, covering her mouth strongly so she wasn't heard.

-Gods be good-, she whispered, amused, walking every time more freely, and fastly.

She passed behind Jace's room, also, where she heard him talking alone to himself, and she had to fight against her own will to not explode on laughs at that moment.

All of her coat was blew by the air currents that were everywhere, and that made her giggle excited, letting the cold breeze draw her hood back, and free her hair while she was turning on her place, seeing around with admiration.

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-I wonder...-Daera spoke over Aemond's mouth, which breathed against her.

-What is that you wonder, doll?-. He whispered back at her, seeing his own saliva on her neck, and cheeks. And lips.

-If you claim to know so much about these passageways, how come you did not use them the other day, when my siblings came to my chambers in the middle of our...-she bited his ear, at which he groaned-...act?-, she asked.

-Hmm, funny answer-. Aemond murmured with a smirk, having his eye relaxed on her-. I decided to stay, for when they were gone, I though we were gonna be able of finish such important matter-. Shameless, he flirted, face to face.

Daera curved her lips in a hussy smirk, holding all herself to not fuck him right in the public library.

-You were not of luck-, she taunted.

-Indeed-. Aemond agreed, raising his hands and squeezing her waist harshly. Daera bites her mouth in a long moan, smiling at him-. But I will be-, he said.

-I will make you be-, she noded, instantly throwing herself to him.

They kissed wildly, with the young girl grabbing his face, and the young man gripping her waist and ass in the middle of laughs and groans, desiring her deeply.

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Daera came out from some stairs she ran through, laughing. When she reached a new floor, and looked what was in there, she stopped running, and her smile went away.

The princess gasped, looking front, speechless.

Surrounded by a thousand lighted candles, there it was. The mighty skull of Balerion, The Black Dread. The last pair of eyes who saw The Old Valyria and it's glory were his, and now they are closed forever, not even on his bones anymore.

Daera felt all of her body shiver, letting her mouth open as she slowly approached to the skull. Her eyes were a little watery, reflecting the candles, and seeing it stoppless. She shivered again, and again, and again. It could not stop, so mesmerized by her clear look of a dead legend, a gorgeous beast, a footprint of her ancesters's history.

-Balerion...-she whispered, almost pained, just trying to imagining how this skull would look if being still alive and powerful.

-The Black Dread, he was-. Another voice spoke in the room, but Daera did not even flinch at the echoe-...Proper name, for such creature-, he said.

The Targaryen princess turned her head around, raising her purple eyes. In a dark wall, steps behind her, it was Aemond, with his arms crossed and one of his foot resting against the wall, as well as his back. He was wearing a hood too, which was a obscure green. Apart of that, he was wearing no color but black.

Since she arrived from those stairs, he was looking at her, silently, with his eye glowing unconsciously and his lips forming a tiny calmed smirk, following her every step under his gaze. He even heard the gasp she let out.

Daera sighed, turning around again. He left the wall hehind, crossing his hands behind his back and walking to her in silent, soon reaching her side, not being afraid of such short distance. Shoulder to shoulder, they both now stared at the dragon skull.

-Is this the first time you see it?-, the prince asked in a very low voice, but she was so close to him that it was easily heard.

-It is-, she whispered, forgetting how to blink while seeing that wonder-. He is...at least three times Kalistrox's size-, a surprised tone left her mouth.

-And twice of Vhagar's-, he nodded, admiring too the cleanest bone structure he has ever seen-. He was...a dread, indeed, a gorgeous dread-. He dictated with an amazed whisper.

-How does it feel, knowing that your father rode such dread?-. Daera asked, fascinated, with her eyes narrowed. Aemond made a little face with his lips at the mention of his father.

-Wonder how he feels about me riding The Queen Of All Dragons-, the one-eyed whispered with certain amusedment, elbowing her a little.

Daera smiled, finally looking at him. Aemond licks his lips, and faced her fully, fading his smirk and gaining a wide shine on his eye, one that it was not due to the candles around, but due his soul. She gave a slow blink, staring softly at him.

-You are...-, he whispered.

-What am I?-, she asked.

-The purest manifestation of the blood of the Old Valyria and our ancesters-. Aemond murmured. His cousin looked at him with a small smirk, listening-. The womb you were made in was truly a dragon's, it can not be purer than that-, he denied, staring at her as if she was even more of a wonder, than Balerion.

-Ah, my mother would love to hear that, I am certain-. Daera whispered with a pressed smile, raising her hands. For a moment, she seem to doubt of the intimate touching she was planning. Aemond did not want her to think it twice, so he himself took her hands, and made them rest on his own chest. He saw how she smirked, and he did too, lowering his head a little to stare more directly at her eyes. She gulped, enchanted by the beauty of him-...You are a dragon too, remember? I am not a lonely wonder-. She remembered in a tiny laugh.

-As much as I love my mother, I recognize her womb is not as sacred as your mother's-. The prince points on a little sigh. She snorted, shaking her head a little-. I do feel like a dragon, indeed, and I know I am-. He nods-. But your purity just opaque mine, Daera, and I have my peace with that-, he whispers.

-Hmm-, emitted Daera on a small laugh, caressing his chest softly. He put his hands above of hers, interwining their fingers. They both smiled, looking at each other-. You have make me see the sense on why you call me "valyrian goddess"-, she whispered amused.

-Hmm, you have solve it, then-. Aemond pressed his lips, smiling, and she copied him, laughing from the bottom of her throat-. Though I do find some others characteristics of you that are also worthy of the name-, he murmured narrowing his eyes.

-I don't doubt it-. Daera giggled. She suddenly tip-toed, nearing even more to his face, which he did not move an inch-. Well, now that we are past the flattery...-she says, and Aemond sniffed a laugh-...would you tell me the tale of how you know about all this?-. She asked.

-About what?-, he whispered.

-This-. Daera's voice made an echoe into the room and the halls from around. The prince sided a smile, looking at Balerion, and then around for a few seconds, like studying the place before talking about it.

-Aegon the Conqueror had them built, when there were only the groundworks of The Red Keep-, Aemond whispers quietly. She raised her brows, interested at the mention of their ancester-. If his enemies ever invaded the castle, he and his closer ones would have this passageways to escape from them-. He says, looking around slowly. His face, divine, lighted by all the candles-. Though it was his son, Maegor The Cruel, the one who saw them fully ended. And when it was done, he killed every builder, woodworker and stonemason who labored on it-. Aemond narrates in a low voice.

-Gods-, Daera whispers with inevitable pity, thinking of those poor working souls of the past.

-A wise decision, I think it was-. The prince nods briefly, and she looked at him with some reproachment-. Only those whose veins carry the blood of the dragon have knowledge of this paths and tunnels, and not even all of us-. He shook his head with his brows up-...Now you do-, his lips smirked briefly, staring down at her.

-Hm-, Daera sided a tiny smile, looking at him too. Aemond made a sound with his mouth when opening it again, sounding like a 'tik'.

-I figure that story out by my own, by connecting the dots, for it is not explicit on any of the books I have read-, he informs, sighing a little-. And, besides that, I found them before even knowing of their existence, I confess-. Aemond admitted in a brief laugh.

-I would like to know how-, she whispered with a curios smile, playing with one of the golden bottoms of his jacket between his fingers. The prince sighed, giving a slow blink.

-One of the passageways, the biggest I have ever seen, connects directly with the Dragonpit-. He informed, making her go speechless-. I was...nine years old, and was having a lesson in there, with the others-. He talks with serenity, looking at the candles for a few moments-. When we were done, and after they left me alone, going to some place I do not even recall, I went down the caves, and...and tried to claim Sunfyre-, he let a laugh out.

-What?-. Daera opens her eyes really big, smiling surprised. He chuckled a little, noding-. Aegon's dragon, are you mad?-. She asked in a laugh.

-He was not his dragon, yet-. Aemond clarified, smiling. She saw how a red tone was covering his cheeks as he talked-. And...and he got so altered, the dragon. I had to ran, immediately, otherwise I would had burn in there-. He tsked, and she laughed once again. It was not a mocking laugh, she was really enjoying his tale, which made his cheeks turn even reder-. I reached a cave, so hidden and little, I fighted to fit in. But I could crossed it, and I did, and there was this huge tunnel, inmense-. Aemond opened his eye big, throwing his head behind. Daera smiles amazed, uppering her hands slowly to his neck-. I walked it, and, the next thing I knew is that I was on the castle, behind the walls of the kitchen-, he sighed while remembering.

-Wow...-she whispered with awesomeness. Aemond nods silently, feeling how her hands were now behind his neck, caressing it slowly. He had to close his eye, enchanted by the warm of her fingertips-. I...I have to thank you, for providing me with such knowledge, Aemond-. She says with honesty and bemusedment-. All I ever pictured behind this walls were rats and corpses-, she admited on a brief giggle, one he copied.

-I hope that, this knowledge, stays just between us-. He asked in a whisper, directing one hand to her neck as well, holding it softly from behind.

-Ah, there are a lot of things that need to be kept between us, I agree-. She said in a firm nod, looking at him-. But...I do think that, our clothes...may be an exception, perhaps-. Daera murmures lowly, narrowing her eyes.

Aemond inhaled strongly and slowly, staring at her with his lips pressed and his eye wide open, feeling how the temperature on him raised even more. And it was not because of the candles.

-Yet again, we agree, princess-. He noded. Daera bited her cheeks with a smile, and gave two steps back, getting away from any touch. He followed her with his gaze-. You were waiting for this, were you not?-. He smirked, advancing.

-Umm, mayhaps, mayhaps not. Worry not, you did not bored me-. She tilted her head from side to side, walking backwards as he walked front, on her side, smiling at her-. But I must admit, I have been feeling an inmense curiosity about how your chambers looks like-, she narrowed her eyes.

-Curiosity-, Aemond repeated in a nod, fighting himself to not show the biggest smile of his life-. Then perhaps that is a problem we must solve-, he said.

-Perhaps it is-, Daera mumbled, flirty, taking one of his hands from a moment to another and giving him a big pull, draggin him with her. Aemond chuckled, beginning to walk fastly with her-. Show me the way, my prince-. She asked for in a dreamy smile.

-I shall-, the one-eyed noded, fastening his steps and now heading the way, with her behind, still hands helded.

Balerion was left behind, and alone.

Daera and Aemond ran through the passageways, having huge smiles on their faces and fast beats on their hearts. On the way, she suddenly pushed him into a wall, stopping for a wild kiss, one he answered hungrily, grabbing her face with force. Little did they care of being behind Daemon and Rhaenyra's quarter.

They kept running, with The One-Eyed Prince leading the way like it was his usual thing, not even having to look to take the right path. That is why, many times, he allowed himself to kiss the princess time after time, gripping all of her body on his hands while they barely stopped. He was already hard.

In the middle of some stone stairs, she attacked him, again, with her tongue passing over all his neck, sucking in there. He moaned like painly, grabbing one of her hands and making it caress his dick, which she touched briefly above of his pants, giving it the right touches for it to harden even more.

-Daera...-he mumbled, full of pleassure.

While they were running, from a moment to another he stopped and grabbed both of her thighs, lifting her from the air. Daera did not have to think it twice, and surrounded his hips strongly with her legs, beginning to kiss him wildly and stopless, full of desire, having his hands on her ass.

They kissed in the middle of moans and caressings, not having track of time. In a moment, Aemond was suddenly pushing one of the stone walls. Turned out it was other of the hidden doors. She separated from his lips and turned her head around, agitated and smiling.

Now, they were on Aemond's chambers.

The princess gasped, letting his hips go and landing on her feet again, entering the room with a curious gaze. While she stared around, Aemond entered too, looked at both sided of the hall, and closed the door once again. The success he felt at that moment made his cock twitch on his pants, making him to bite his lips in a low groan.

-Fuck, you have one piece of a chamber in here...-she whispered, amazed. She had never seen it before, why would she needed to? Now, seeing it for the first time, she could not hide her surprise when seeing how huge the room was, filled with the luxuriest of furniture, the rarest of books, and the goldest of decorations.

Aemond sighed deeply, looking around with a proud smile and light nods.

-I appreciate everything I have-. He whispered in another sighed. He saw her giggling and running to the washroom, at where he followed with a smirk, while taking off his hood.

-Fucking seven!-, she shouted when reached it, opening her eyes really big. The washroom was almost the size of her quarters alone!-. Huh, all Flea Bottom could wash themselves in here-, she scoffed in disbelief.

-Though I only would like one person to-. Aemond's voice came from behind, and soon, she felt him right on her back, nearing their bodies. Daera sided a slow smile when she felt his erection pressing against her lower back.

-You are already so hard...-she mocked. Slowly, he placed his jaw on her shoulder, staring at her face. She moved her eyes to see him too, sighing when seeing him so close-. If I had a cock, I also would be-, the princess whispered.

He hummed a tiny laugh, directing his hand to her coat's only botton, and unbottoning it. She licked her lips, feeling how the garment left her body slowly, falling throught her arms, and then ending at the floor of the bathroom, just between their feet. Aemond closed to her neck, and sniffed it, going mad at the smell. Daera raised a hand and put it behind his head, nearing him more.

-You told me about how you have had some former experiences with other men in your life, is that correct?-. He whispered, directing his hands to her dress's tighted threads.

-That is correct-, she noded, taking his other hand and directing it to her waist. The prince breathed hard, taking one more step. His cock skimmed the middle of her buttcheeks, making them both moan-. Why the sudden interest, cousin?-. She asks.

-Did you ever...-he begins to question, at the same time of taking off her threads, slowly-...have some experience, on a washroom that looked like mine?-, he asks.

-I am afraid I have not-, Daera whispered, feeling how one hand of his was massaging her waist, and the other one taking the dress off, slowly-. Do you mind to...grant me the honor?-, whe raised her eyes, locking them with his.

Aemond stared straight at her, with his nose red, and she stared at him back with a flirty smile. She took a step back, and her back met with his chest, pressing against his body, just like she once did in that city's alley. The prince grunted with a perversous smile, directing both of his hands to the dress start, and tearing it apart from a moment to another. She moaned loudly, feeling how her back was now fully uncovered.

-I wouldn't dare to deny your desires, princess-. He says, not waiting a second to make her sleeves go down.

-I appreciate that devotion-, Daera laughed lowly-. Let me help you there, my prince-, she whispered. He saw how she grabbed her skirt, and from a moment to another pulled it down almost with brutality, making herself naked in a single blink.

He forgot how to blink.

Aemond looked down, admiring her bare back and ass, how smoothly defined every inch of her skin were. He planned to grabbed all of it, but she suddenly stepped front with two delicates steps, outing completely from her dress, which was now on the floor, as well as the hood.

-The supper is due two hours from now-. The princess said, looking at the big and empty porcelain tub of the room-. We need at least half an hour to get ourselves ready to such-. She faced him, and Aemond went speechless, hardening even more when seeing her bare womanhood and breast, as smoothed as her behind-. Meanwhile, on the rest of the time...you may grant my wish-, she raised her brows.

-I am your servant-, Aemond mumbled, taking his belt and beginning to take it off with quickness. She bited her lips, seeing his hands while she felt how her core was starting to really acke.

-...I would like to know if you have, my prince-. She says.

-If I have what? Please, elaborate-, Aemond narrowed his eye, letting the belt fall on the floor. He, then, went for his bottons, taking them off fastly.

-If you have also had...-she walked backwards, taking seat on one of the tub's corners. He gulped very hard when seeing her seated on there while innocently talking-...experiences, with other beings-, Daera said, looking him from up to down.

-I have-. He said taking off his jacket. The princess bited one of her cheeks, feeling a sudden itch on her chest when imagining him with another woman-. But, I think I owe most of my knowledge on the matter to my books-, he raised his brows, beginning to take off his pants threads.

-Books, you say?-. She furrowed her brows, painting every part of him with her eyes.

-I posses marvels from the Citadel-. His pants finally fell off, ending in the floor as well as any other clothe. Daera tightened her legs so hard, and moaned shamelessly, when she saw his cock, once again. Clean as always, pulsing and desesperate, for the Warrior's sake-. Wonders about...coupling with a lady, you see-. In a whisper, he began to closing to her, at last-. I have read how a woman can be purely satisfied, just by the use of...a finger of mine-, he placed his hands on her knees.

Daera breathed fast, looking up at him, suddenly feeling that she was not longer in control, if she ever was. Her heart's beats were so fastened, feeling how he was giving a deep and slow massage on her knees, making circles in there while looking directly to her eyes.

-With my thumb...my tongue...-Aemond listed, beginning to slowly separate her legs. Daera bites her lips, which were now trembling-...my thigh-, he mumbled, directing his gaze down.

-Thigh?-, she whispered in disbelief, and felt so dumb.

Aemond lowered his head, and kissed her with no more words. She sighed and instantly corresponded him, grabbing his head with a hungry desire. Their tongues met really soon, fighting against each other in the middle of low groans and moans. Her legs were fully opened, ans she whimpered when feeling her cunt's wall clenching into nothing, but air. The prince came to its rescue.

He broke the kiss and seated at her side on the tub, doing it quickly.

-What are you doing?-, she asked, breathing fast.

-Fullfiling your whishes, of course-. The one-eyed murmured, taking one of her legs, and crossing it above one of his. Daera bited her lips, looking how his hand caresses her inner thigh, drawing an invisible path with his fingers as he closened to her core-. Do you want me to?-, he whispered over one of her ears, feeling how her hair skimmed his shoulders and back.

-Ruin me-, she pleaded in a sigh, taking his jaw and making him to look at her. Aemond could not hold himself from gulping, seeing how horny she was. Ah, and he was even worse.

-Daera-, he named at the same of placing his two middle fingers abover her clit, pressing lightly on it. She turned speechles, grabbing his jaw with force and curving her eyebrows. Aemond bited his lips and looked down, starting to make the most symetric of circles on her clitoris, moving it with his warms fingers, which met with her warms fluids.

-Fuck-, she whimpered, about to close her legs, but he grabbed the other one with his free hand, forbidding this. At the contrary, he opened them even wilder, which made her moan louder, feeling every single touch of his and the particles of fresh air on her cunt. Daera opened her mouth big and closed her eyes strongly when those circles began to go faster on her, merciless-. Aemond-, she moaned.

-Are you enjoying it?-. He moved his lips against her ear, and saw her noding while groaning-. You deserve all the fucking pleassure in the Seven Kingdoms, my dear-. The prince whispered, feeling his cock twitch constantly while masturbating her, with no stop. He felt how her clit was everytime more wet, not to mention her hole, where sometimes he skimmed, and felt how it was soaking of pleasure-. Tell me if you are enjoying it, no shame, I can do better-. He said.

-Yes!-. She almost shouted, and he giggled a little, going faster on her-. Bloody hells, Aemond, bloody hells-. She swore, breathless-. You are the fucking god, for fuck's sake, fucking maniac-. Daera mumbled, moaning and grunting, making her hips dance against his fingers.

-Hmm-, he simply hummed, siding a smile. He hold tight her leg, massaging it, and directed those two fingers now to her hole, entering in there, slowly, with no previous notice. That made her go insane, giving a loud cry towards the ceiling with no shame, smiling surprised.

-Fuck, Aemond, yes!-. She whispered agitated, right on his ear. He grunted, opening his mouth widely while feeling all of her inside surrounding his two fingers. So wet, soaked and soggy, just for him, and because of him-. Oh, you do it so good-, her voice was really sharp. His fingers curles inside her, dancing in there, going in and out with a perfect rythm.

-You are so wet, Daera-. He laughed with no breath. His cock was beginning to pain, but he did not wanted to neglect her-. Is it because of me?-. He wanted to hear her saying it.

-No, its for fucking Aegon-. She said with all the sarcasm of the world. He tsked and grunted, nonstopping. Daera laughed, trembling and gripping his jaw harder-. Oh you know it is for you, my prince, only because of you I am this fucking, bloody soaked-, she whispered, praising him, breathless. Aemond smiled, licking his lips-. It is just that you are...fuck! the best-, she said when he fully sinked his fingers on her. And all of a sudden, another one came in.

Daera gulped strongly, and there was silence from her for a moment. The mayor sound heard was how the prince's fingers were swimming on her cunt, from outside to inside, curling stoppless in there. The sound was so raw and sticky it both gladded and drove them insane of pleassure.

-Prince Aemond!-, the soft voice of a lady came far from behind the door of the chambers.

None of them stopped moaning, ignoring easily the maiden. Daera bited her lips and he bited her ear, mumbling low words to it while drops of her womanhood were falling on the floor and in the tub's wall.

-You are dripping so fucking much-, he whimpered over her hair, almost licking it-. I have never seen anything like it, you river-. He mocked, and she laughed breathless.

-My prince do now how to fulfill my whishes, it seems-. Daera moaned happily abover his lips, feeling her inner thighs trembling crazily.

-Prince Aemond! We are here to prepare your bath!-, the maiden spoke again, and he grunted-. Prince Ae-

-Not now!-, he shouted from a moment to another, furrowing his brows really hard. Daera chuckled in her moans, and the quick steps of the maidens getting away were almost heard-. My princess...-he softly murmurs, attending back to her with a kiss on her cheeks.

-Oh...-she moaned at his change of attitude, so cold with the maidens yet so warm with her, wriggling slowly under his touch. She heard him whimper a little.

-It hurts...-, he whispered this under his breath, so low. But it reached her ears, and at this, she sighed surprised, blinking rapidly.

-Ah, here is my prince, pampering me, so devoted-, Daera sighed-. I want you to know...that I am not an ungrateful goddess-, she squeaked, staring at his red and pleading cock. And, with all the softness of the world, she placed a hand on it-. I return such devotion-, she whispered.

-Daera!-. He quickly moaned, having to stop his fingers for a moment when feeling how she began to stroke his pulsing dick, from up to down, having her five fingers holding it-. Fucking hells, Daera-. He swore, closing his eye with a smile.

-I may be your goddess but that cock of yours is my true authority, hells-. She said with a fast breath, feeling how his fingers began to move on her inside again-. I want it cumming on every inch of me-, she bited her lips, strocking the dick so softly yet so tightly, without hurting him.

Daera sighed, raising this hand to his face, which confused him a little. She kissed his jaw, and then his neck, and then his lips, being responded at an instant. When they separated, they stared at each other.

-...Lick it for me-, she asked. Aemond blinked, feeling how the tip of his cock pleaded him to just obey. Without any questions, he did, and so, he outed his tongue and licked Daera's five fingers and palm, passing through every inch of it while moaning, and looking straight at her eyes-. Good-, she sighed, bouncing against his slowed fingers on her core-. You are so good, boy-. She whimpered.

-Just for you-, he said with his tongue on the middle of her fingers, smiling at her. Daera smiled back, placing again her hand on his cock, and this time it felt even better, now lubricated with his own saliva and breaths. He groaned so fulled of plassure, widening his smirk-. You are a genious-, he said on a moan. The princess stroke his weted cock, smiling at it while breathing really fast. Aemond outed his fingers from her, raising them fastly-. Lick them-, he ordered, copying her demand. She smiled, with not one complain. Her mouth took all of his three fingers, sucking them hardly into her cheeks, which made him go insane, noding. Daera licked his fingertips and bited his nails, leaving all of her heavy saliva in them. Them fingers were so shiny now-. Good girl-, he murmured.

-Only yours-, she winked an eye at him, who smiled with his mouth opened, breathing really fast, and going down on her again. He hummed at the same slow rythm he entered his fingers again on her cunt, now having more access than ever. Daera grew insane, twicthing below him with a smirk so big and her brows so raised, holding tighter to his dick and speeding her hand on it.

The white hand was placed on the dripping cunt, digging on it, while the brown hand was placed on the trembling cock, stroking it stoppless, and their respective owners were moaning, grunting and swearing with lust and pleassure taking over their minds, appreciating every second, every touch.

Daera looked at Aemond, and he looked at her, resting his forehead against hers while they breathed without control, smiling to the other while they groaned endlessly, hearing the raw sounds the hand of one was causing on the other's private part. They may be "privates parts", but now they know the other's like the palm of their hands, touching and seeing them shameless.

-I am so close-, she murmured with a string of voice-. Make me cum, Aemond-. She sang on his ear, whispering it so thinly.

-That, you will do it yourself-. He giggled, and he did not give her time to even question, because from a moment to another he was grabbing her waist and moving her off the tub's wall.

Daera squeaked when he placed her over one of his strong thighs, keeping her legs wide opened and making her cunt burn directly against his skin. She screamed to the ceiling, holding his shoulders automatically, and he groaned putting a hand on her waist, and other on her ass, grabbing it tightly.

-This is...this is what you meant, about your thigh?-. She asked, with no breath, looking down to see how her parted and soaked lips were opened against his thigh. She moaned just at the sight.

-Hmm-, he noded, giving a light push in her ass, making her move. Daera bited his lip-. Ride it-, he whispered. She grunted, starting to move her hips really slow, soon whimpering-. Ride my thigh, soak it, break it. Matters don't to me-, Aemond murmured, following the move of her hips with his hands placed on her.

-Fuck-, she smiled with her brows furrowed. His skin was so soft, and rubbing her clit and hole against it was like a blessing of The Seven or whatever fucking gods are out there. The only god she was acknowledging now, was Prince Aemond-. Aemond-, she hugged to his neck, closing her eyes.

-Do whatever you want, my goddess-, he hugged her back and directed her moves, making her go back and forth endlessly. She was leaving a sea on his thigh, dripping on it while she masturbated with it, and he liked that so much. He wanted to lick his own leg just so that he could profiteer of everything she had to offer-. Cum-, he whispered.

-No, no-. She shook her head, throwing it back and making her hips go faster on him, feeling how his nails were nailed on her ass and waist, marking them as his property, which she truly was feeling like, in the best way possible-. No!-, Daera moaned, feeling her heart close to explode, as well as her orgasm.

-No what?-, he asked tauntly on her ear. He was bouncing over the tub, covered in sweat, making wet noises, but none of them cared, more concentrated on the feelings and the touching.

-I...I want you to make me come-. She whispered over his shoulder. Aemond sighed strongly, blinking-. I want your cock to make me his, again, I want you to make me yours, again-. She pleaded in moans, beginning to lower the speed on her hips. He kept on grabbing them, placing his nose on her neck while listening at her-. Do you not think I am tired of making myself cum?-. She said with a thin voice, directing to his ear-...You do it for me, and I will do it for you-, she proposed.

The Targaryen prince leaned back, staring directly at her face. Now quiet, she smiled at him, caressing his cheeks and jaw with her thumbs and a fasted breath, awaiting for his answer.

His answer soon arrived, in a kiss. Aemond made his lips to kiss hers so dearly and passionate, opening them and making them fit so perfectly. Daera moaned, enslaved by this, and grabbed his face with her ten fingers, kissing him back with so much freedom, and desire. His lips are just a whole new world.

-As I have said before...-he whispered over her mouth. She sighed, feeling how his arms hugged her fully, and then he stood up, making her to surround his hips with her legs-...as my goddess wishes-. He smiled, kissing her again. Daera chuckled amused, thanking him with a soft lick on his lips, caressing them with her tongue-. And as I wish as well-, he whispered.

Aemond stood up from the tub, grabbing her legs firmly so she wouldn't fall. In the middle of that deep and slow kiss, he started walking cautiosly, knowing the way through his chambers. Like this, they outed the washroom, leaving their clothes definetely behind.

There were no savages moans in the air anymore. With that last petition, the aura had become more...intimate. Even more than before, which is almost unbelievable.

-The bed?-, he proposed on a soft whisper, having his nose skimming hers.

-Yes-, she laughed a little, moving her fingers on his disheveled hair-. I want to feel your sheets, to smell you in them...while you make me yours-. That whispers were poetry to him.

-And you make me yours-, Aemond murmured with a presed smile, walking slowly. She giggled and noded, braiding briefly a tiny part of his hair, distracted on his shiny gaze.

Daera's back slowly reached Aemond's mattress, and she instantly sighed when feeling his silk sheets, and smelling him on them too. And, over all that, she saw him above of her, staring at her with softness and a smile while placing her cautiosly on the bed. She bited her lips, still hugged to his waist.

He caressed both of her thighs, now kneeling on the bed and leaning foward to be face to face, admiring the shine of her skin and the glow on her eyes. So fucking divine, as he always thinks. Aemond sighed through his nose, caressing her hair with one hand. Daera smiled dreamy, forgetting how to blink.

Every existing concept of time disappeared with those shared stares of them. They lasted seconds, but felt like the happiest of summers.

Daera caressed his neck with her thumbs, and then pulled it closer, kissing him with a low sigh. Aemond closed his eye and smiled briefly, resting his elbows on every side of her.

Seconds later, his manhood found its way to her womanhood, entering it with so much easiness due to how lubricated it was. Both Targaryen moaned deeply at the wholy feeling, so mesmerizing. She hugged him with whimpers coming out of her mouth, and he rested his forehead on hers with low groans.

The prince began to dance with his hips, making his dick to thrust with deepness on the princess's cunt, which clenched around him with lust. He moaned, going back and forth inside of her, nonstop. She bited her lips and noded at the sensational feeling. He filled her like no one else ever had, and she took him like no one else ever had either.

-Daera-, he sobbed against her mouth. She kissed him with it, scratching his back with one hand, and pulling his hair softly with the other-. Gods be good-, he whispered, blinded by the feeling-. I am yours, Daera-. The prince sighed.

-And I am yours-, she moaned with her brows furrowed, feeling how his cock was gaining more speed at every passing second, hitting her cunt harder, and harder-. Fuck!-, she squeaked.

-Say it again-, he pleaded in a sigh-. Say you are mine-, he was breathless.

-I'm yours, I'm of no one but yours, Aemond-. Daera said, so certain, yet trembling because of all the pleassure that was overwhelming her. He moaned so loud when she said it again, forming a quick smile-. I'm coming-, she sighed.

-You deserve it, for you have done so good for me-. Aemond whispered on her ear, kissing on there, licking her jaw. She felt so appreciated, smiling breathless-. Cum, Daera, I want to see your face when you do it-. He murmured in a low laugh, one she copied along with a moan.

He thrusted harder, and directed a hand to her clit, rubbing it on the same circles from before, just faster this time. She groaned, agitated, grabbing the sheets below her and twitching her abdomen from side to side, going to madness.

-Finish, Daera, for me-. He said, grabbing one of her tits on his free hand, and nearing hiw own mouth to suck its nipple with no shame, passing his tongue on it. She gulped hard, giving a loud palm on the bed-. You are so mine-, he giggled.

Daera cried, and she had her full orgasm at last, closing her eyes strongly and twitching under his body while moaning. Aemond grunted, amazed by the view, and did not stop his thrusts inside of her, driving her even craizer. He grunted and grunted, clenching his ass, feeling that he was close too, just by seeing her expressions and listening to her breath.

-Aemond!-, she named in the lustest of moans, grabbing her own tits.

That was just what he needed. His cock finally let out all he was holding before. Aemond's eye went blank and he moaned roughly while going back and forth, emptying, and feeling how all of his fluids were filling her from the inside. Daera sighed at this, loving the sound of his fresh cum being push on her cunt by all the force of his cock.

-Oh Daera, Daera-. He named, sillied and mumbling, tightening his fists hard on the sheets at her side, wrinkling them-. You...you take me so well...-he said with no breath.

-You fuck me so well-, she sighed with her eyes closed. She heard him giggling, and felt how he was starting to move away-. No no no!-, Daera instantly stopped him.

-What? What is it?-, he asked a little exaltated, opening his eye big.

-Stay inside me-, she pleaded, whispering low. He blinked with surprise, not moving a single muscle-. I will keep you warm, you'll love it-, she promised with soft laughs, making signs with her hands for him to get closer.

-Is that a thing?-, Aemond whispered surprised, leaning front.

-Huh, the Citadel's marvels did not tell you about that?-, she scoffed. And he laughed, ending the distance between them and granting her a slow and deep kiss. The princess chuckled, kissing him too and hugging his back fully.

Aemond groaned and leaned to a side, now lying over one of his shoulders. The princess also sided her body, facing him. They both acommodated their legs at the same time, interwining it so his cock stayed in there, fully buried. Her cunt was dripping her own fluids, and his, and she could not be prouder. He hummed, pulling her even closer with a push from a hand on her lower back.

Daera bites her lips, staring at him, and he widened the smirk on his, admiring how the sun from outside, purely orange, lighted her in such a magnificent way, giving her skin this sweet cinnamon tone.

-Hmm-, he emitts.

-No Citadel wonder will ever compare to your cock, I promise you-. She whispered, and he scoffed rolling his eye-. Enough about the Citadel, I know, but I just find it amusing-, she purely smile, laughing.

-Then do not deprive yourself from that joy-. He said in a honest chuckle, shrugging a bit. Daera blinked softly, staring at his face for a few seconds.

-Could I know, cousin, when was your first time?-. She questioned with honest curiosity, remembering what he said before about former experiences. Aemond sighed a little.

-You shall, of course-. He said, looking a little ashamed-. It is not my desire to bore you with a long story so, to make it short, umm, Aegon took me to a brothel on my thirteenth name day-. Aemond noded, and she went speechless.

-Wut?-, she blinks.

-He told it was time, to...adventurate myself into the wide world of pleassure, joy, and...fannies, I think he said-. Aemond sighed, obviously unconfortable with the tale-. But, shortly, he told me "time to get it wet"-, he nods. Daera breathed heavily, thinking of the fucking bastard he has as a brother.

-Cunt-, she whispered.

-I remember, actually, that it was not as...joyfull, as it was expected-. The princle mumbled, suddenly paying too much attention to that day. She furrowed her brows, shaking her head-. The lady acted her cumming, because Aegon paid her, and he told me...that he would never pay for that again, it was not worth it-. He gave a dry blink, furrowing his lips.

-You were abused-, she whispered thinly. He instantly shook his head.

-I do not see it that way-. He confessed with a tiny laugh-. It was...a needed experience-. He convinced himself. She sided a thoughtful little smirk, looking at him tenderly. He sighed, looking back at her too-. I'd like to ask a question-, he said.

-I'd like you to ask it-, she smiled, making him laugh a little. He, then, licked his lips, gulping-. Why the nervous?-, Daera smiled, curious.

-Was I...good?-. Aemond asks in a low tone, narrowing his eye. She raised her brows, knowing he was asking this because of his previous memory-. Have I been good?-, he clears his throat, pretending to not be nervous-. I would like to truly and fully fill your desires-, he mumbled.

Daera's eyes flickered, and her nose let a sigh out while her lips sided in a moved and soft smile, looking at him with a tender amusement, shaking her head a little.

He expected words, but instead, she closened more to him, caressed one of his cheeks, smiling, and then left a kiss on his lips. He closed his eye, receiving another kiss, and one more, feeling his heart go insane.

When she separated, she did not stop the caressing on his cheek, doing it so lovingly. Her lips curved in a presed smile, staring at him with true dearness, not being conscient of how pure it looked. Aemond felt he had it all, when he saw her looking at him like that.

-Nobody is paying me-, she said lowly. Understanding the meaning, he laughed through the nose, blushing quickly-. I have had already come more than one time with you, and not gained a single coin for it-. Her brows went up, and his softened while looking at her-. That means you have been doing quite good-, she whispered amused.

-Ah-, he sighed with his cheeks red, looking down. Daera tsked lightly, thinking of just how gorgeous this man was-. You were right, I do love it-. He whispered-. You keep me warm-, Aemond caressed her hips slowly, moving a little to remind her he was still inside of her. She bited her lips, laughing.

-I am never wrong-, she showed off, and he snorted amusedly.

Daera looked above him, staring at the balcony of the chambers, being able to see how the sky was already turning dark. Aemond turned his head around, noticing this too. The sky of King's Landing was painted on a soft purple, indicating that the sun was leaving, and the moon almost arriving.

-The sky is already our eyes's color-. Daera sighed, which made him to look back at her-. We must bath now, and ready ourselved for the supper-, she said with a tiny smirk.

-You are right-, he noded, sighing too. He did not wanted her to leave his side, to get his cock outside of her cunt. He wanted to stay just like this. And, thinking the same things, she had an idea.

-I propose you an invitation-, Daera said in a cocky smirk-. Formally, I invite you to a post-supper meeting...in my quarters-. Her whisper was flirty and funny, narrowing her eyes. His one opened big, smiling at her words.

-After supper? That will be...a little late, no?-. Aemond asked, but it was obvious that his answer was already a positive one. Daera take and grabbed his neck on his hand, shaking her head.

-'Tis my last night on the capital-. She whispered, and he gulped at the recalling-...And I want it to spend it, and sleep it, with your company, cousin-. Daera stared softly at him, honest. Aemond smiled, moved, presing his lips slowly-. Or must I pay you?-, she snorted.

-You must not-. He laughed grabbing her neck back and caressing it softly.

-Very well, then-. Daera smiled-. I shall wait for you then, bring your pillow and your cock-. She left a quick kiss on his lips.

-I won't forget neither of them-. Aemond smiled, kissing her back. Daera laughed closing her eyes, and she laughed even louder when he suddenly rolled on the bed to be at the top of her, kissing her deeper.

Minutes after, the royal ones had to already stand from the bed and attend their expected duties. When his cock left her it wanted to cry, wanting her back. Daera went to the washroom, cleaning superficially the cum on her cunt and thighs.

She will bath at the moment of reaching her chambers, which she was about to be heading now, putting back her clothes. Aemond, with his pants now on, was seeing how she get on the long leather hood.

-If I am not mistaking, that coat is mine...-he spoke funnily, narrowing his eye.

-Ahh, it was yours, indeed-. She corrected, and he smiled curious, noding-. My grandmother already saw me on it, and I told her it was mine-. Daera smirked, walking to him with playful steps-. So, it turns out it is actually mine, cousin-. She said proudly.

-I am afraid it is now-, he sighed with pretended heaviness, at what she snorted at-. I never asked-. He suddenly said.

-Asked what?-, she moved her head.

-Why did you keep my belt?-. Aemond questioned, interested, tilting his head. Daera blinked widely, chewing her cheeks from inside, and shrugging.

-Helps to keep the dress in place during training-. She simply says, to then walk worriless to the hidden door of the room. Aemond snorted a laugh and turned around, following her.

-Of course-, he murmured, taking his coat from the floor and putting it on with big arms movement, at which she stared with a smile-. I shall take you back to your quarters, then, my love-. Aemond sighed with a cocky smirk, and pushed the door with his hands.

Daera noded. Huh, she noded, pretending that her cunt didn't start to wet again when she heard him calling her "my love". When the door opened, they both walked into the secret hall and closed it behind them, staying in silent.

While they began to walk, Aemond raised a hand at Daera without looking at her. She tried to hide her smile, but just did not, giggling like a child and taking his hand firmly. The prince glanced at her with a warm and quick smirk, leading the way.

The princess studied the path while they advanced, memorizing every hall and every corned they turned, if it ever comes the moment where she needs to go to his room. Which will definitely occur.

They passed Balerion's grave, sighing amazed at it again.

Soon, they were now standing on the hidden door of her chambers. She was already in, while he was standing on the secret hall, staring at each other with tiny but dearly smiles.

-I will see you at supper, then-. He noded-. And after supper, I will see you here-, he sided a smirk.

-I cannot wait-, she whispered.

-Hmm-, Aemond looked at her with such trust, nodding briefly-. I will not forget your moon tea-, he said, making her smile relieved-. Get yourself ready, then, princess-. He gave some steps back.

-Until then, cousin-. She whispered, tip-toeing and going for a kiss, which he doubtlessly granted her, holding her face with a laugh coming from deep his throat.

Then, Daera followed with her gaze how Aemond was getting away with silent steps. She sighed, silly, with the biggest of smiles on her face while she closed firmly the hidden door.

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Every cook of the kitchen was going from one side to another of it, quickly and stoppless, takind dishes, cups, cutlery and whatnot. A tasty smoke was in the air, and swet on their skin, with them working effortly for their princesses and princes. Not to mention The King and The Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.

Most of the royal family was already on the dining hall, having a wide tabke just for them, already being filled by the tasties dishes prepped by their servants. The supper has not officially begin, so they were still killing time, expecting the rest to arrive.

Rhaenyra and Daemon were seated side to side, as expected, murmuring and smiling between them constantly. Sometimes they tried to mantain serious appearances, but Nyra's mouth was breaking a smile every minute, laughing with her gaze downed.

Aegon and Helaena were also in paired chairs, but they were not as chatty as the other couple. The young prince already had a cup of wine between his lips, while his wife has playing with a wooden figure of a bird on her fingers, looking at it distractedly. She was not aware of the glances her husband was giving to one of their cousins.

Rhaena.

Rhaena was seating right in front of him, across the table, and had her fist tightened nervously while she was whispering to Baela and Luke, who were listening to her with expressions that tried to hide annoyance, but did not. Them three turned to look at Aegon, and he snickered behind his cup with a malicious gaze, directing it to another place.

Otto was just on his place, silent, staring at the emptys chairs of the evening. Alicent, at his side, was also at the side of Viserys, at who she was giving water with softness. He, with his mind the clearest it could be at the moment, was drinking quietly from the cup his wife was holding.

-Princess Daera Targaryen!-, the voice of a guard announced at the entry of the dining hall.

-Thank you, Ser-. The princess smiled softly at him, entering the room with a sigh and a polite expression, noding at everybody, who noded back at her in the same way-. Good evening, family-. She sighed raising her brows.

-Daera, child, join us!-. Viserys sighed with an open smile, moving his grey hands towards her.

-My King-, his niece did a polite courtsy, smiling warmly at him. Her uncle smiled back at her, noding with a little laugh-. My Queen-, she quickly glanced at Alicent.

-Niece, welcome-. The Queen noded with a tiny smile.

-Your- your father could learn one or two manners from you-, joked Viserys with a forced tone, raising his brows.

Daera bited one of her cheeks, and looked at Daemon. He was already looking at here, a little tense. The last time they spoke was at their discussion after her arrival, so things were not light between them. His oldest daugher dryly blinked, looking at Viserys again.

-Perhaps he could, uncle-. She answered the joke, making the King laugh amusedly, turning to look at his brother, who did not even breathed a smiled.

Daera made a last courtsy and turned around, now facing the other members of the supper. Aemond was not here yet, it appears.

-Night, Daera-. Greeted Rhaenyra with a sided smirk. Helaena straightened her shoulders a little and wided an innocent smile, waving a hand to her.

-Rhaenyra-, Daera noded at her warmly-. Cousin-, she smiled at Helaena, who chuckled a little. Aegon rolled his eyes at the smile of his wife, finding it annoying. Daera pretended to not even noticing him, just looking at her siblings.

-Here-, Rhaena palms the empty seat on her side. Her older sister did not hesitate, stting on it with a long sigh-. You are late, weird of you-, she commented.

-Nonsense, I am not late-. She instantly snorted, looking too at Baela and Luke, who were also in the conversation-. Your dishes are not even served-, she points.

-Hm-, her little sister nods with acceptance.

-But I can't wait them to!-, whispered Lucerys opening his eyes wide.

-Gods I am so hungry-, noded Baela in the same way. Her sisters aughed amused.

-Where is Jace?-, Daera asked curiously, staring at the empty seat at her right. One of the two which were still personless.

-Has not arrived yet, probably singing some songs in the bath-, Luke shrugged, and they all laughed lowly with diversion.

Aegon drank slowly from his cup, looking directly at the older of the Targaryen sisters. She, feeling his fucking eyes right on her forehead, tsked and looked at him back with no hidden tediousness, raising one side of her lips.

-Do you want my gown? Is that it?-. Daera threw him a bad glance. Weirdly, he stayed silent, just breaking the eye contect. She turned to her siblings-. Is he already drunk, or something?-, she asked.

Rhaena opened her mouth to answer.

-Prince Aemond Targaryen!-, the guard notices one more time.

Daera felt her heart pounding strongly when she heard that name. She made all the efforts of the world to show no emotion. But, as the others did, she saw how the one-eyed entered the room with his firm and almlst tensed steps, serious expression and closed mouth. The princess almost sighed, almost not believing this was the same man she was having sex with before.

-Mother, father-. He greeted to The King and Queen, who noded at him with smiles. Alicent looked at her boy with so much dearness, pointing with her gaze the empty seat close to her and his grandfather-...Family-, he glanced at the others, walking there.

-Brother-, Aegon raised a cup. Helaena greeted him with a smile and a waving hand, quiet.

Daera's siblings just noded at him, serious, and she did too, keeping appearances. Shortly after everyone began to talk again, attending to their own matters. While Aemond took place on his chair, he could not help but look at Daera, not holding a sigh either on his opened lips.

Taking advantadge of her siblings talking to each other, distracted, she blinked and turned her gaze to him while caressing her cup, almost forming a smile on her mouth, sucking her inferior lip a little. Aemond gulped at the beautiful sight of her, remembering how those very fingers were on him before.

Having all those memories, they forced themselves to look away, he doing it first, and then she doing it too.

-Daera-, called Rhaena.

-Yes?-, she instantly turned to her, feeling a quick alerted pinch on her heart.

-You asked about Aegon-, remembered Luke, and she noded, attentive-. Well, he...-. The phrase was not ended, looking around with doubt.

-He mocked Rhaena-, said a cold Baela. Daera frozed.

-Baela-, the younger tsks.

-What?-. Daera leaned foward with her brows really curved. None of them noticed it but, from across the room, Daemon listened to that, and now was looking at them with his brow furrowed too-. When was this?-, she asks, serious.

-When you went to ready yourself, I walked alone for a few minutes on the halls, reaching my rooms-. Rhaena explained in a really low voice, not wanting to be heard by none of the adults but her sister.

Aemond glanced at Daera, seeing how she was leaning foward and looking worried at Rhaena. He wondered why she she seemed so tense at that moment, and expected for her to look back at him, which she did not.

-What was that he said to you?-. Asked Luke in a low and worried tone, having his eyebrows knitted. Rhaena sighed under her siblings gazes.

-He mocked me for having no dragon, telling me that it was getting late for it-. She whispered, bitting her cheeks. Daera's lips closed with so much force, shaking her head from side to side-...He said I waid I was worthless-, she snorted, looking away.

Baela and Luke gulped, feeling pity for her. Meanwhile, Daera's cold eyes turned to Aegon, and she surprised when seeing hoe Daemon did the same thing, staring coldly to the drunken prince, who was sipping from his cup as if nothing had happened. Father and daughter stared madly at him, wanting to do a lot of things.

Aegon burped lowly, and downed his cup when noticing his cousin's sharpen expression. He sided a tauntly smile, looking in ashance at Rhaena and then back at her again, knowing why she was so mad. Huh, if he only knew The Rogue Prince was also looking at him like that.

-Do you want my cup? Is that it?-. He asked burlesque, just as she did before.

-No, it is worthless-. She spat her words strongly and loudly, reaching every ear.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at the princess with differents expressions. Rhaena scratched her arms, unconfortable. Viserys sighed, confused, seeing how Daera had her fists tightened, and Aegon was gulping hard. In the middle of the silence, Daemon's funny laugh made echoe.

Aemond narrowed his eye, curious, and looked at Daera, seeing her dragon's eyes staring at his brother. He sided a really tiny smile, hiding it from Otto's near gaze.

Rhaenyra cleared her throat, gaining everyone's attention.

-I apologize for Jace's lateness-. She talks with a polite smile, making an effort to dissolve the tension. Daera sniffed her nose, aparting her gaze from Aegon and snorted frustrated. Daemon did not hided a tiny smirk at her, though she didn't notice-. I expect that my son arrives before the food gets-

-Prince Jacaerys Velaryon!-. The guard shouted, having to interrupt the princess.

-I am here, I am here!-. Jace arrived with an agitated smile. His siblings turned to look at him amused, while Aemond rolled his eye when hearing the guard calling him a Velaryon-. Your graces, I apologize deeply for my lateness-, he said, courtesing at them.

-Ahh, worry not, grandson-. Viserys smiled at him, exhausted. The Queen noded, smirking briefly at him. Jace sighed a smile, a little shamed-. Take place beside your cousin, go!-, he pointed at the empty seat besides Daera.

-Your graces-, he nodded-. Mother, family-. He greeted the others with a polite smile. Rhaenyra smiled funnily at him behind her cup-. Gods...-he reached his seat in a long whisper.

Aemond followed him with his gaze, playing with a table knife between his fingers. When he entered, he wished to be seated at Daera's side. It would have been so easy, the action itselft, but he just could not. Not when having another option closer to his own family. How bad it would look. But, he has to admit, seeing Jacaerys seating instead at her side was even worse.

-Where were you?-. Daera whispered, turning to look at Jace.

-Amm...-he shakes his head from side to side, lasting seconds to respond-...sleeping-, he shrugged.

-Singing on the bath!-, acussed Luke from his place. Jace opened his eyes big and pointed at him with warning. Baela and Rhaena laughed lowly.

-Do not be ashamed! Your singing is quite well-. Daera smiled placing a hand on his shoulder-. It is so well we no longer have living birds on Dragonstone-, she said.

He snorted looking away, while all the other siblings chuckled with very much diverssion, trying to not be so loud. Daera giggled giving a grip on his shoulder, and he just smiled rolling his eyes.

Aemond looked at there briefly, curved his lips a little, and then looked at Helaena, who was playing with his wooden figure, boredly. Aegon was sipping from his cup, giving constant glances to the maiden that helded the wine, smiling at her. She was doing nothing but trembling. Otto was looking at Aegon with annoyance, wanting him to stop. Rhaenyra was smiling to their father, who was talking to her. Daemon was noding in silent to Rhaena, speaking to her with his gaze, apparently. Alicent was thoughtfull. Daera and her siblings were being the happiest people in the world, joking only between them.

The one-eyed prince sighed, having just one thought. This was gonna be a long supper.

-We might begin-, Alicent smiles at everyone. Otto made a hand movement to the servants, who instantly approached, and began to ready the family's dishes.

-Yes!-, Luke and Baela whispered, victorious, when seeing the food being served. Rhaena chuckled, while Jace and Daera looked funnily at each other.

-How much joy it gives me...to see all of you, gathered here, tonight-. Viserys speaks, making everyone go silent and look at him-. Tonight, we...we dine, as the family we are, to cheer for the weded princes-, he raises his cup to Helaena and Aegon, looking with a tired smile at them. Aegon gulped and noded, nervous under the sight of his father, while Helaena smirked kindly at him, blushing a little-. And, and to also offer a proper farewell to princess Rhaenyra and Prince Daemon, who tomorrow will be...returning, to their home with their family-, he smiled warmly, looking at them. Nyra sided a dear smirk, while Daemon stared at him with a silent grattitude.

Daera directs her eyes to Aemond, who looked back at her almost automatically. He blinked, and she gave him a quick wink, thinking of their planned encounter after the supper. He gulped a smile, attending to his father once again.

-I also express my...my sorrow, for the scarces suppers we have shared, in the last past years-. Viserys says looking down for a moment, obviously ashamed. Alicent looked at him with a light sadness, while all the others moved a little unconfortable on their seats-. The last time we dined together, all of us alone, was...was...-he breathes heavily, trying to remember, but could not.

-On princess Rhaenyra's thirtieth name day, your grace-. Recalled Otto with a serene voice, nodding. Daera made a pity face towards her uncle, the king, truly feeling the disappointment on his face when hearing the date. Rhaenyra, who was thirty and two at this day, gulped.

-We...we need to gather more constantly, set asides whatever differences still remain between us-. The King spoke tiredly, tapping his cane on the ground. Aemond wanted to laugh, thinking about the multiple times Viserys has said this on his life. And it has never done any effect, of course-. It should not be such an arduous work to join us as a family-, he sobbs briefly, and Rhaenyra bited her cheeks.

Silence covers the dining hall. The only sound were the ones of the cutlery cutting the food. Viserys sighed, lowering his head, and accepting the food Alicent was handing him, chewing it slowly. Aegon scratches his jaw with a bored expression, pinching the chicken on his plate. Daemon looked at Rhaenyra, and she looked back at him, nodding a little.

Chewing her salad, Daera looks around with certain inconformity, seeing how nobody was making a single sound. She looked at Viserys, noticing how he was also looking around while eating, expecting for someone to talk. Even the servants were beginning to pity for the king and his divided family.

After feeling a sad itching on her chest, Daera inhaled through her nose, and cleared her throat.

-Well, gods be damn, bring the coffin already-. She suddenly mumbles, gaining everyone's look-. This is a funeral, is it not?-, she pretends confusion, tilting her head.

And, for Visery's sake, her joke bringed laughs around the table, with her siblings chuckling more amused than everybody. Alicent and Otto giggled briefly, while Rhaenyra and Daemon laughed openly, looking at her. Helaena scrunched her nose, chuckling. Aemond directed a smile to the floor, and Aegon forced himself to laugh, seeing how The King was doing it so happily.

-A rogue child, this one is!-. Viserys pointed in the middle of his rough laughs. Daera giggles digging her fork on her plate, and looked up while laughing too.

-Well done-. From across the table, Rhaenyra mumbles, and smiled at her proudly, thanking her help. Daera smiled back at her, looking sideways to her father.

-Hear hear!-, Jace raises his cup funnily, and the laughs continued while they responded the action, cheering. Daera chuckles, elbowing him. Aemond was looking at there, fading his smile slowly.

Rhaenyra let a sigh out and, taking advantage of the dissolved tension, she stood up from her chair from a moment to another, having one of Daemon's hand between hers.

-I would like to make an announcement-, she says looking around. All the presents turned to look at her, some curiously, others desinterested. Viserys's gaze shined when looking at his firstborn, something Aemond stared at, silently-. My husband and I...we, take grand pleassure, at sharing with you that...-she places their hands above her belly. Daemon smiled to the floor, biting his lips-...I am with child, once again!-. Nyra sighed with a nervous smile, raising her brows.

The joyful gasp Viserys let out was heard on every hall of the castle. He instantly began to praise his daughter, while her children had gone muted. Jace and Luke blinked in shock, not having expected any of that at all. The girls, Baela, Rhaena and Daera, felt how they went breathless for a few seconds, opening widely their eyes.

At the same time, they directed their gazes to Daemon. Across the table, their father presed a smile and looked back at them, having a little red on his cheeks. They stared silently, surprised and, over all, warmly. The girls had gone speechless when learning they will have a new sibling, one fathered by him. Baela and Rhaena sighed in disbelief, smiling at him, and he smiled back at them with his lips closed, noding.

He, then, looked at his first child, who was with her throat afflicted and brows a little curved, playing with her fingers. Daemon stared at her with a soft gaze, moving his fingers too on Rhaenyra's hand, expecting a reaction from her. She looked at him while gulping, not hiding how proud she was at him, how happy she was for him. Their former fights almost faded from their minds, and they stared at each other with love, not having to say even one word.

While everyone was complimenting Rhaenyra and Daemon, Aemond just choose silence, not even a little happy for the announcement. Why should he be, anyways? Another nephew it was going to be, perhaps not a bastard, but not special either. Aegon was sharing his brother's feelings, sighing constantly and giving a lot of glances at Daera, who was not attending to him.

-For my future grandson, then, the fourth one!-. Viserys shouted tiredly and happy, raising his cup, which everyone did too. He knew by heart how many sons Rhaenyra has, but the gods forbid him to remember that he rides the largest dragon in the world, Aemond thought.

-To princess Rhaenyra!-, Jace smiled raising his cup too. Lucerys laughed clapping happily. Their mother smiled at them with such love.

-Hear hear-, Daera giggled before sipping her drink, as well as the others did. She glanced at Aemond, at who she found glancing at Luke, which made her brows to furrow a little.

Everyone drank from their cups after the toasting, savouring the good wine. Viserys could not be happiest at the moment, thanking the gods to be so clear minded now, allowing him to enjoy of such familiar moment. If I just could do this every day, he was constantly thinking, ignoring his deep physical pain.

-We are going to have a brother!-, said Rhaena in an excited whisper towards her siblings.

-Or sister!-, smiled Baela in the same way.

-Or both!-, dreamed Jace, and they laughed excited and surprised. They looked at Rhaenyra when she spoke one more time, taking back her seat.

-Due to my just heard condition, we are going to leave, earlier than planned, to Dragonstone-. She informed, glancing at her family. Daera's eyes instantly looked at Aemond, who looked back at her, gulping-. The maesters has recommend me to reach tranquility in the conforts of home as soon as I can, so we will be setting sail at The Hour of the Owl-, she informed in a quiet smile, caressing her belly.

-A wise decision, princess-. Noded Otto with a serene smirk. Aemond furrowed his lips, looking sideways at him. Daera clenched her teeth, thinking that she and her lover will have no time alone, in the night, if she is to sail so early.

-We wish you a safe path-, Alicent smiled calmly. At her side, Viserys noded in silent, not having expected for his child to leave so fast.

-Can't we leave on our dragons?-. Luke suddenly asks. Daera stared at him with attention-. If, if we could...-he shrugged, a little intimidated by all the looks on him. By Aemond's, to be clear.

-Why?-, Daemon asks, shaking his head.

-I agree, I don't wish to wake so early-. Said Baela, backing her brother, who smiled tinyly at him-. Perhaps it is better for us to leave on the morning, and we will meet you on the way-, she proposed.

-Sounds quite good to me, more hours of sleep are always welcome-. Noded Daera with her brows raised, causing some laughs.

The truth is, they all knew how sea sick Luke gets on a ship, especially at the moment of sailing. So, for the sake of his brother, and for more hours of sleep, they doubtlessly backed him.

-Afraid of the sea, Velaryon?-. Aegon whispered, so low, in his cup, laughing. Daemon looked at him with coldness, being the only one that heard him.

-Does not sounds like a problem to me-. Rhaenyra shrugged, also knowing of her son's easy greensickening. Luke smiled shyly at her, nodding-. The children will leave on dragonback, then-. She sighed, turning to the King-. You will have them for breakfast, father-. She smiled warmly at him.

-I shall enjoy their company, then-. Viserys the happiest accepted, looking at his grandsons and nieces. Jace looked at him with dearness.

-Rhaena will gladly join us on the ship, then-. Daemon spoke with a soft smile to his younger, who nodded at him in silence, smirking a little too. Aemond bited his cheeks, hiding a burlesque smile.

-As if she had another option-, mocked Aegon behind his cup, looking inside of it-. AU!-. And he screamed with pain when, suddenly, the pointy shoe of a lady kicked behind the table.

Everyone jumped on their places, staring confused at him.

-Aegon?-, Alicent raises an eyebrow.

-Fiu, cousin! Are you well?-. Daera asked with worriness. Agitated and confused, Aegon looked at her-. Why did you scream with so much pain, sorrow and weakness?-, she sighs, "worried" for him. Her cousin gulps strongly while closing his lips, instantly realizing that it was this whore the one that kicked him-. Perhaps we should check under the table, there might be a rat between us-, the princess said, alerted.

Rhaena covers her mouth while she chewed, hiding the amused smile that formed in her lips since she saw Aegon bumping of pain.

The oldest son of Viserys gulped, staring firmly at Daera, who was playing her act of not having done anything. He just tightened his fists under the table, really hard, and forced a slow smile.

-That will not be of need. I am quite well, cousin, worry not-. He said in a nod. Daera smiled lovely, sighing relieved.

-Oh, I got scared there for a moment-, she smiled with a hand on her chest, and Daemon laughed sharply. Alicent's eyes nailed on Daera, looking at her with a hidden resentment, knowing what she truly did.

Aegon looked at Aemond, who looked back at him, shaking his head briefly. The older brother snorted, wanting to really do something about it, while the one-eyed made him a sign for him to just let it pass. Huh, of couse he would not let it pass.

-I want to toast-, Helaena suddenly says, standing up with her cup raised. Otto smiled softly when she talked, looking at her-. I want to toast for my cousins, and nephews!-. With a bright smile, she looked at them, who quickly smiled back at her with kindness-. For they were the greatest companions on my wedding week, and helped to made it less worse-, she nodded proudly. Aegon rolled his eyes blank, while Daera and Baela laughed loudly, an the others smiled. Viserys smirked a little confused, just nodding-. Thank you-, the dearest moved her shoulders.

-Nothing to thank us for-, Baela raised her cup too, smiling dearly.

-We are glad we helped-, smiled Jace in the same way, gaining a bad look from Aemond and Aegon. Helaena laughed kindly, planning to seat again.

-Ah, and...!-. She bumps, standing again when she remembered something-. I also wanted to announce that, when the winds allow me, I will be visiting you to Dragonstone-. Helaena clapped, and they raised their brows with surprised smile. Alicent fighted to not interrumpt her, scratching her ear, and Aemond blinked, curiously-. If The Heir have me-, she adds, glancing at Rhaenyra with respect.

-You are more than welcome, at any time-. She nodded with a gentle smile. Helaena laughed happily, taking her seat finally under the proud smile of Daera.

-Whenever you want, girl-. Viserys smirked at Helaena, who sighed happily when he looked at her, nodding quickly. Aegon hummed stressed at her side, wondering when will this supper finally be over.

-But, dearest, you- you rarely ride Dreamfyre, do you not?-. Polite and curious, Alicent asked at her daughter, who faded her smile. Rhaenyra eye sided The Queen, coldly.

-I want to visit them-, Helaena simply said, shrugging. Alicent close a tiny smile and, when noticing Viserys strange gaze on her, she just gulped and nodded, looking back at her food.

-Of course-, she whispered.

Aemond stared at Helaena for a few moments, and then blinked looking at his cutlery. Before, on this day, when he was with Daera at the library, she told him how, apparently, Helaena know about them, and promised to not breathe a word about it. He definetely will have to talk to her about the subject, and ask her for total discression.

Then, he wondered if he could ever join Helaena to her visit on Dragonstone, or visits, if she plans more than one. He suddenly started dreaming with visiting the island where Daera lives, with no one suspecting a thing from them. The excuse was raw, but easy: he wanted to accompany Helaena so she does not find herself in bad situations with those savages, as Alicent once called them.

The one-eyed smiled on his mind, already working on his plans. Moments later, he came back to reality, noticing that the silent was, once again, partially ruling the supper. The adults were all shushed, while his cousins and nephews were talking. As always.

He sees how Daera was fully entertained on a talk with Jace, both giggling constantly under their breaths, palming each other jokingly, barely breaking eye contact. Aemond breathes hard through his nose, asking himself how many topics could they have to talk with no stop, and so smiley. Making sure that nobody was looking at him, he rolled his single eye, having to stop looking at Jace before getting more mad.

In other matters, The Stranger works hard, but Luke works harder, trying to cut a piece of meat with all of his force, grunting at the resisting food that was not ceasing under the knife.

-Help?-, offered Rhaena with a nervous smile. He looked up at her, blushing.

-Uhh...-he blinks-. Yes, please-. He nodded. The girl laughed and directed her own cutlery to his plate, beginning to cut his meat.

-Uf, bloody hells, it is hard-. She snorted, funny.

-Yes, yes, it is-. Lucerys laughed and nodded, looking at her with a soft and thankful smile. From across the table, Rhaenyra was slowly chewing her food, and smiled silently and hugely when looking at the gentle scene in front of her.

Luke's softness suddenly goes away when hearing some low laughs. He knitted his brows and looked around, finding Aegon and Aemond laughing discreetly, seeing how he was having Rhaena to cut his meal. How much they wanted to use the strong word in front of everybody. It looks that he is not so strong, after all. Lucerys gulped ashamed, looking down and aparting Rhaena with a low whisper, confusing her. Helaena turns to look at Aegon with disgust.

-Ah-, Viserys sighed with a tired smile, looking around-. Music, let us have some music-. He says, a little breathless. Alicent smiled at him and instantly nods.

-Music, please!-. Otto was the one that commanded it, raising a hand. And, in an instant, the musicians of the hall started to play their instruments in total harmony.

-Uhh-, Daera smiled excited when listening to such beautiful interpretation. Aemond was staring so deeply at her-. I love this song-, she turns to Baela.

-You do not know this song-, she snorted.

-But I love it-. She shrugged happily, making her laugh-. Do you not love this song, brother?-. The princess turns to Jace again.

-I do, sweetest-. Jacaerys smiled, and she answered him-. If you excuse me, I will fetch myself some dessert. Would you like something?-, he raised his brows, standing up.

-I excuse you, and no, thanks-, she points the way. Jace smiled, and instantly walked to the desserts table, which was some steps behind them.

Daera forms a kind smirk and raised her cup to the musicians, toasting, and they smiled her back with grattitude, not stopping their melody. She sniffed a little and turned her gaze to Aemond's seat. And right at that moment, he stood up and headed to the desserts too, looking at Jace, and not knowing she was looking at him. The princess blinked, breathing deeply.

Jace looks at the different cakes with a dreamy smile, indecisive in which to take. Such smile went away as soon as Aemond standed in front of him, reaching the table too. The brown-haired boy closed his lips with annoyance, and his uncle looked at him with a dry glance, fetching himself some dessert too, or at least pretending to. They stared silently and coldly at each other, not even tolerating the other's breath.

-Daera, sweetheart-. Rhaenyra suddenly calls her, so she instantly draws her gace away from Aemond and Jace-. Could you bring me some mint cake, please?-. She asked with a smile, having Daemon caressing her belly distractedly.

-At once-, the princess did not wasted a second, standing up and instantly walking to where Aemond and Jace were burning each other with their eyes. Aegon scratched his nose, and he silently stood up too, heading to the same place behind her.

Daera arrives, quickly gaining their attention. The one-eyed softened his eye a little, while Jace sighed. She planned to talk, but made a surprised face when she saw Aegon arriving as well, looking at her with a dry smile. She just snorted.

Now, there were Daera, Aegon, Jacaerys and Aemond at the dessert table, in total silent and staring at each other while they filled their plates slowly. Aemond looks at Daera, and she looks at him too, shaking her head a little. He looked down.

-You know, cousin, I've been becoming aware of your inclinations towards injustices-. Aegon suddenly mumbled, pinching one of the cakes. Daera looks boredly at him-. You tricked me on the battle field, the other day, and now you pretend you did not kicked me before-, he dryly laughs, chewing the dessert.

-Did I, now?-. She simply sighs, not flickering at his acussations.

-You seem to think a lot about Daera-, Jace murmurs with a fake smile.

-You seem to not know to respect other people's conversations-, Aemond stared at hin with his eye wide opened.

-At least Jace does not looks for fight where there is none-. Suddenly, Baela arrives to the table, looking at the one-eyed with coldness.

-Another disrespectful one-, he looks at her from up to down in a snort.

-You leave them alone-, Daera warned pointing at him while looking at Aegon. Aemond knitted his brows and looked at her without hiding his offense.

-Mayhaps, instead of looking for fight, you could bring some topics yourselves to the table-. Lukes arrives too, tensed and sarcastic, looking at Aegon and Aemond, who did not even blinked.

-Curious that you mention it, nephew, because earlier I proposed Jace to present to the family a swords espectacle, to entertain them while eating-. Aemond says with a cocky smile, staring at Jacaerys, who gulped strongly.

-I beg your pardon?!-, Daera whispered lowering her head with her eyes wide opened. Aemond looks at her with neutrality, just noding.

-Love the idea!-, Aegon smiles with fake surprise, raising his hands-. Let's see if you are good without your tricks-, he mumbles at Daera.

-Oh, she is-. Roars Jace facing him.

-And are you?-, Aemond took a step front. Daera put a foot on the middle, forbidding him to advance more. He looked down at her, tensed.

-If is not a fight, it is nothing!-. Rhaena also arrives, complaining to all of them with a loud whisper.

-And if he looses, it's trap, right, child?-. Daera mocks at Aegon, who tightened his fists really hard.

-You...-he gulps his words, shaking his head.

-Beware your words-, Baela grunts at him.

-Beware your tone-, Aemond said at her.

-Beware your commands-, Daera stared at him, both breathing heavily.

-Everyone beware everything now, you can't stay quiet-. Rhaena grunted at the Targaryen brothers, who looked annoyed at her-. Promise of fight always excites you-, she spat.

-And what are you gonna do, burn us with your dragon?-. Aegon mumbles amused, and Aemond smiled maliciously. Daera stared at this with her eyes wided opened.

-Enough about the fucking dragon!-, she loudly whispered and neared to Aegon, who clenched his jaw with a burlesque smile-. Shut up!-, she ordered.

-Get your sword and shut me up-, he dared.

-Huh, I would enjoy that-. Luke scoffed, arms crossed.

-I would make sure to make you no longer joyfull-. Aemond groaned at his direction, frozing him.

-Enough!-, roared Jace, whispering and stepping front.

-Enough indeed-, Aemond stepped front too.

-Enough you too!-, Daera whispered madly.

-Hello-, Helaena smiles.

They all made silence and turned to look at her, confused, not knowing when she arrived. She just looks at the desserts with interest, smiling quietly. Aemond narrow his eye, and Daera sighed stranged while the others just blinked.

-Oy!-, they all heard Daemon's rough call.

All of them turned around like puppets, encountering how all the adults of the table were staring at them with confusion and warning, especially Alicent, whose eyes were really big opened.

-Sit, all of you!-. Rhaenyra orders with her strong voice, pointing at the seats.

They bited their cheeks and, silently, began to walk back to their places. Daera's spines shivered when Aegon's voice suddenly whispered on one of her ears.

-Wonder if you are as good with a cock as you are with a sword-, he whispered tauntly and grossly. Having hearing that, Aemond felt his heart stops and looked at his brother with fire on his eye.

Daera presed her lips, and she did nothing, but to cross one of her feet on Aegon's path. And in a second, while all of them kept walking, he screamed and fell hard on the ground, making a dry sound. Everyone raised their eyebrows, and her siblings laughed with no restriction, looking down at him as they walked.

Aegon tighted his fist and let out an angry scream, one Daemon looked at with caution.

-Aegon, quiet!-. And before he could do anything, Viserys stopped him with an authoritary voice, serious. Aegon breathed agitated while standing up, seeing how Daera took her seat with a innocent smile towards him, alongside her siblings.

-But she...!-, he planned to complain.

-Sit, boy!-. The King ordered, coughing a little. Alicent gulped harshly, seeing how her wounded boy walked madly back to his chair, having to stay silent. Once again, her husband goes blind at the search of justice for his children.

Aemond took seat, and directed his gaze at Daera. She stared back at him, serious, almost talking with her eyes. She did not wanted something like that to happen again. He blinked, playing with his fork a siding a quick and dry smile at her. The princess slowly blinked, and looked away from him, trying to ignore how her core felt with that smile.

A few minutes passed were they all just kept eating, hearing the music that still was being played. After chewing his last spoonful, Lucerys looked at Rhaena side way, noticing that she was staring at the musiciand with a dreamy smile. He bumped a little on his chair, gulping nervous. His gaze met with Jace's, who nodded insistently at him, raising his brows. Luke gulped, looking back at her.

-Eh, Rhaena-. He called, and she turned to him with a soft smike-. Would, would you like to dance with me?-. He proposed, offering her one of his hand. Rhaena instantly smiled, feeling how her cheekes burned in that moment.

-I very much would like-, she politely nodded, taking his hand, and being the one who stood first. Luke sighed a smile and followed her dreamy.

-Woo!-, Jace clapped quickly, and the girls looked at there with big smiles. The adults of the table couldn't hold their smiles at this, seeing how nervously Luke grabbed Rhaena's waist, beginning to dance with her.

Helaena sighs in a sweet disbelief, tender, and Aegon snorted closing his eyes tiredly. Aemond's chest beated fast, looking at them. Then, he glanced at Daera, who was playing with her fingers while looking thoughfull to their siblings. He wished to dance with her. Just imagining them moving along the music made his heart melt, having to bite his cheeks from the inside.

Suddenly...

Aemond then saw how she stoop up, and he bumped a little on his seat, thinking for a second that she would apprach him. But, he quickly noticed she was walking to her father.

Daemon, who was looking a Rhaena with a warm gaze, opened his lips when seeing how Daera approached and offered him a hand, smiling almost nervously. He blinked, and in a little laugh he stood up, holding her both hands, and heading them to a wider space.

Viserys looked at them with a gladden smile, breathing heavily. Alicent wanted to dance, glancing quickly at her husband.

Daemon held Daera with softness, and they started to slowly dance to the music while looking at their eyes, smiling tinyly. The girl, then, sighs, letting a lot of air out.

-Father, I...-her voice was fulled of shame.

-Your mother loved to dance too-. He said lowly. Daera sided a smile, looking down for a few seconds-. And, just as I do, she would also worry for you, not materring how little your moves were-, he raised her brows.

-I...-Daera sighs-, I apologize if I have been stressing your sake, since we arrived to the capital-. She speaks, looking at him-. I know you just want to look after me, keep me away from dangers, and whatnot-. She snorted briefly.

-I carry both of our worriness, for you three, Daera-. He said, referring to Laena. Daera smirked, licking her lips.

-I know, I know-. She softly whispers, dancing quietly. Aemond stood up from his chair, something she glanced at quickly-. Congratulations on your future son, for the fuck's sake-, Daera sighs, bemused.

-Ahhh-. Daemon laughs, looking down while nodding.

-We are so happy for you, father, we three are-. She murmured sweetness-. And mother would be too...-she whispered, giving a soft caress on her dad's shoulder, who smiled tenderly at her.

-Yes, she would-. He laughed sharply and a little nostalgic. Daemon sighed longly, closing his eyes, and letting his forehead rest on his daughter's shoulder. She giggled, knowing this was his purest demostration of love. He smiled, just feeling how his girl kept the dancing with him.

Viserys's teary eyes were nailed in them, smiling thoughfuly. It has always been a marvel, for him, to see how his brother always softened himself when speaking with his children, so different to what people always see and perceive about him. The Rogue Prince, as fierce as he always is, never let his daughters down when talking about love, help and protection. Seeing him like this was so...humanazing.

Daera went speechless, when seeing how Baela stood up from her chair, really unconfortable, now holding one of Aemond's hands, who directed to the dance space with firm steps. Daera was not the only one burning from inside, but Jace was too, following them madly with their gazes.

-Hmm-, Daera moved a little, making her father to separate from her shoulder, still smiling-. We will talk better in home, now you go with your wife before she gives births-, she jokes, winking an eye.

Daemon laughed funnily, and after giving a palm on her head, he turned around and walked back to the table, were Rhaenyra wad expecting for him with a sweet smile. Daera looks at Aemond and Baela, who were dancing with no joy in it, avoiding each other's gazes. But, nevertheless, his hands were on her waist, and their chest neared. The single sight made Daera's fist tighten, clenching her teeth. Aemond's eye met with hers, and he sided a funny smile, fading it quickly while he turned around on the dance.

-Let us just get over with this-, a tired sigh spoke behind her. Daera instantly turned around with a disgusted expression, seeing that it was Aegon the one offering his hands.

-I would rather burn alive-, she hissed in disbelief.

-And I would rather burn you alive, but it was father's orders-, he grunted furrowing his brows.

Daera looked at Viserys, breathless, and he clapped in their direction with a big smile, waiting for seeing their dance. At his side, Alicent and Otto were not so happy.

-Fuck-, she swore, facing him again-. Come here you-. She grunted taking his hands and dragging him closer. Aegon grunted too.

Aemond's eye flew there, having to hold a laugh when he saw how they were dancing with all the dryness of the world, staring with disgust at each other and barely moving any parts of their bodies. When Baela looked too, she made a scared face, not knowing who was with a worst dance partner, if she or her sister. They seemed like angry children dancing.

The music began to grows faster, making their steps to do so as well.

Jace was now standed along with Rhaenyra, dancing happily in the middle of laughs and funny steps, with him talking so proud of his future sibling, melting Nyra's heart with every second passing.

Daemon asked for Rhaena, and Luke instantly let her go, smiling and walking backwards. They holded each other and started to dance with amused smiles, going at the rythm of the multiple instruments.

Lucerys returned to the table, and offered a dance to his lonely cousin, Helaena, who instantly smiled excited. She let her wooden figure fall on the table and she literally jumped at him, dragging him to the dance floor with excitedment, which he appreciated in loud chuckles, quickly beginning to dance with her.

-Huh-, Aegon chuckled dryly, seeing how his wife and his nephew were now dancing. Daera stared harshly at him, anticipating any mean comment-. I do not know who I pity more. He is gonna step on my wife's feet, and she is gonna curse him or something like that-, he laughed funnily.

-Fucking hells, I really cannot believe you think yourself funny, cousin-. Daera grunted, tired, rolling her eyes blank. Aegon looked at her with disgust.

-You say a joke then-, he dared.

-Aegon-. She smiled fakely. He grunted angrily, tightening his force on her hands, at what she squeaked-. Touch me again, you fucking drunken!-, Daera hissed pushing him quickly.

-Keep teasing me, twat, and you will see what I will do to you!-. Aegon roared walking bsck at her, and she did the same, ready to throw hands once and for all.

-May I?-. Jace suddenly crossed in the middle of them, preventing any punch to be throwed.

Aemond, who was just on his way to Daera, stopped walking in blank, seeing how they hold hands while looking harshly at Aegon.

-I wish to dance with her-, Jacaerys smiled, not waiting answer and giving his back to his uncle. This one mumbled a thousand swears, turning around and walking away with annoyance.

-I wish to shoke him-, grunted Daera getting closer to her. Jace laughed, placing his hands on her waist, and having hers on his shoulders.

Aemond looked directly at there, feeling almost sick when seeing how they started to dance. He had to pretend to be unbothered, not being able to do anything more than blink. While they were that close.

-They all have been unbereable-, murmured Jace with a snort-. I want to leave already, I can not stand Aegon or Aegon one more second-, he whispered. She gulped a little at the mention of Aemond, glancing at him really quick. He was back on his seat, silent.

-We will be leaving soon, on the morrow-. Daera nodded-. We could have leave earlier, but we could not left Luke unbacked-, she remembered.

-Indeed, indeed-. He nodded with not disagreement. She sighed, holding softly his shoulders.

-Thanks for rescuing me-, she whispers, referrinh to Aegon.

-Do not thank me, you did the same back there-. Jace sighed pointing at the desserts table with his head. She smiled, laughing bemused-. And Aemond was also approaching you!-, he opened his eyes big, and she turned speechless, stopping her smirk-. So, yes, it was a rescue-. He scoffed.

Daera fighted herself to not gulp, but she felt a pain on the inside when thinking that she could have danced with Aemond, at least if it was at the cost of pretending they did not wanted to. Quickly, she glanced at him, finding his deep stare nailed on her. He wad looking at Jace's hands on her hips, how they were so still yet touching her. That was the fact that angried him, that he was touching her. When she, was his.

-Come, husband...-Alicent speaks softly to Viserys.

The music lowed its level, and the dancing partners respectfully stopped when they saw how The King and The Queen were already standing up from their seats with their escolts behind. They were leaving.

-Your graces-, Rhaenyra nodded at them, caressing her belly.

-You all have...have given me, today, the greatest of suppers, and the joyest of moments-. The King spoke kindly and warmly, being held by a guard, his wife, and his cane.

-Have a good sleep, uncle-. Baela smiled at him.

Viserys sighed happily and nodded, deciding to not say one more words, for he has to reserve some air for the walk to his chambers. Alicent gave a kind pull on his arm, beginning to walk slowly.

-The King and I thank you deeply, for this beautiful evening, it was indeed a successful encounter-, The Queen said with a polite smile. Her children, but Helaena, snorted lowly, while the others, but Daemon, nodded with the same politeness, smiling a little-. We wish you a good night-, she sighed while the guards opened the doors.

-Sleep well, father-. Sighed Rhaenyra. Alicent gulped at her obvious denial to wish her a good night. She was used to it, anyways.

When seeing how both of his parents left the room fully, Aegon blinked and watched Daera as if she was a prey. He grunted under his breath, tapping his fingers on the table. Aemon was not understanding, at all, what was the need of Jace's hand still placed on Daera's waist. They were not even dancing anymore.

The one-eyed prince stared coldly at the bastard, who in one moment look back at him with the same coldness, not trembling under his frozen gaze, and then ignoring it with a snort. Aemond blinked, and looked at Otto. His grandfather answered the look, staring quietly and moveless at him, having a very tiny smirk of cockiness on his thin lips. Aemond, then, remembered the talk they had earlier on the day.

-Well, it is the best for us to head to bed too-. Rhaenyra spoke with a smile, holding Daemon's hand while they walked to their children-. We have a long voyage on the early morrow, you included-. With softness, she tapped Rhaena's chin with one finger, making her smile.

-Go and rest, we will dance a while more-. Said Jacaerys sharing a smile with Baela, who instantly nodded.

-Hmm?-, Daemon raised his brows.

-The night is still young-, Baela shrugged, and her siblings laughed, knowing that she just wanted to dance with Jace.

-Very well then-. Rhaenyra smiled caressing Luke's hair-. I will check on Joffrey now, and you...-she looked at Daera, who tilted her head-...see that everyone goes to bed on time, Rhaena has to wake quite early-, she remembered.

-We won't pass the hour, easy-. Daera nodded trusted, and the adults smirked in the same way at her-. Just one last dance, oy?-. She elbowed Luke, who chuckled.

-We'll meet on Dragonstone then-. Nodded Daemon, beginning to turn to the door with his wife-. No trips to the city tonight-, he mumbled at them.

-To where?-, Rhaenyra furrows her brows, exaltated.

-Out you go, mother, rest!-. Luke instantly said, and before she could say another word, Daemon placed a hand on her lower back and pulled her out sofly of the dining room.

They laughed while seeing them leave.

Aegon walked to the musicians, who stopped their songs when the prince made signs with his hands, silencing them. When hearing how the music stopped, they turned around, confused.

-Leave-, the prince ordered dryly. They did not wait for another command, and instantly stood up from their places, not looking at him.

-But our dance-, whispered Baela with dissapointment.

-That is no stop! Lets go!-, Daera shouted and began to clap, bumping Luke with ger hips and making him laugh, clapping too-. Ey, ey, ey!-

Helaena closed to them with tiny jumps and a wide smile, clapping happily as well. Jacaerys held Baela's waist, dragging her to a quick dance. She giggled holding to his shoulders instantly and looking at him with a smile.

Aegon walked slowly to Aemond's chair, standing behind it while they stared silently at how their sister was enjoying herself so much with them. They looked at Otto, who cleared his throat, and stood up from his chair.

-This was a very enjoyable suppers, but now I must leave to rest, grandsons-. His rasp voice spoke, smiling at them-. You see that your nephews and cousins find their places gladly-, he said. Aegon and Aemond looked briefly, and then looked back at him.

Daera and Luke circled around with big smiles on their faces, holding their hands as Helaena and Rhaena were clapping at the same rythm, at which Baela and Jace were happily dancing too, just paying attention to each other.

A few minutes fulled of dances passed, where they enjoyed themselves with no worries. Until, on a certain moment, Lucerys gave a quick glance around. Soon, he realized that all the adults were now gone. It was just them in here now.

And Aegon and Aemond were staring deeply at them.

-Hells-, he suddenly stops, confusing his dance partner-. We, we must go already, Daera-. He gripped her hand, and when she looked around, she noticed the same.

Daera looked at Aemond. He was firmly seated on his chair. Until he wasn't. The one-eyed prince stood up, placing himself at the side of his brother, who was tauntly smiling at her. At that moment, she did not know what to think about Aemond's intentions. And that really freaked her out.

-We are leaving-. She firmly said. Her voice made Baela, Helaena, Jace and Baela stop, confused. It only took a glance from them, to understand. Jacaerys gulped, taking Baela's hand-. Come-, she nodded to the door.

-Were we not standing another while?-. Aegon's voice asked. She looked at him, tedious-. I was hoping some instructions from you, cousin, about training-. He smiled-...Why don't we train, now?-. He scrunched his nose.

-Huh-, Luke laughed a little, shielded behine Daera' body and having a hand of hers on his both-. So she leaves you on the ground again?-, he scoffed, looking at the three guards of the dining hall. They were in no danger.

-Luke-, Jacerys reproached him, speaking lowly.

-That is why I presume the best idea is for you to train with us, now, nephews-. Aemond smirked and walked towards them. Daera clenched her jaw and stepped foward, now shielding everyone behind. He stopped, not looking at her-. If she is the one teaching the Velaryon boys how to use the blade, the Velaryon boys are good trained then-. He tilted his head.

Behind her nephews, Helaena places her hands over her chest, breathing with growing discomfort. She felt a serious tension in the air.

-We will not train now-. Jace shook his head, and his uncles looked at him with tiny smirks-. It is quite late, we do not wish to wake anyone from their sleeps-, he said, keeping his head cold.

-He is right-, Daera backed him, proud. Aemond blinked one time.

-Ah no, no needs of swords, then-. Aegon shrugged and walked with easiness to her, who afflicted her throat while seeing him approach-. Daera and I wish to do a with body to body-, he smiled, suddenly grabbing tightly one of her arms. Aemond flinched.

Everyone screamed when, in a second, she let a mad grunt out and instantly pushed his head down and stamped Aegon harshly on the table, making all of the cutlery jump on their places, as well as the others did while the prince shouted, angried.

-NO!-, Aegon screamed, and also look at the guards with warning, stopping their every move.

-You touch me one more fucking time. One more fucking time, cunt, and I will end you!-, she whispered with harshness on his ear, feeling him trembling stoppless-. Did you hear me?!-, she shouted.

-Whore!-, Aegon grunted.

Helaena covered her ears in a gasp. Jacaerys grunted walking fastly to there, but Aemond appears on his way, scaring him with his fucking eye that was so fucking opened always.

-Grant me a lesson, nephew, I can probably learn a thing from you-. He spoke with so much taunt, not blinking.

The guards breathed fast and looked each other with doubt, not knowing who to obey.

-No no no, stop this right now!-. Baela shouts walking forward-. Do not commence your childishness, it is stupid!-, she moved her hands in the air, exasperated.

-Stupid is this child!-, grunted Daera, keeping Aegon against the table, and hitting him with it once again-. Fucking coward!-, she shouted right on his face.

Aegon screamed with fury, slipping away from her grip and turning around with a wild movement, planning to punch her right on the face. Thanks the gods, Luke came to her rescue, breathing nervously and pushing Aegon away with all of his strength. Helaena squeaked looking around with ansiousness, forgetting how to talk.

-Luke!-, gasped Daera, and in a moment Aegon was holding his neck with madness, grunting. Lucerys squeaked, scared.

-Stop!-. And, at the second, Rhaena came from behind the Targaryen prince and pulled him away, harshly, in an angry scream-. Cease this!-, she pushed Aegon away.

-She started it!-. Breathless, he pointed at Daera, who placed herself in front of Luke with her eyes wide opened.

-By what?! By being better than you in fucking everything?!-, she scoffed loudly.

-Your graces, please!-, one of the guards shouted.

-This is why we never come here, all you ever want to do is fight and fight! Children is what you are, for the Mother's sake!-, Jacaerys speaks tiredly and angrily, wanting to stop everything.

-Children, we are? Who are the one hiding below Daera's skirt?-. Aemond faced Jace with a burlesque smirk, looking down at him. Daera gulped really hard, and Luke trembled behind her-. Is it that you are scared, nephew?-. He raised a hand, and pushed him all of a sudden.

-Aemond!-, Daera screamed upsetted. Aegon cleaned his full of saliva lips, staring just at her.

-Can we not just play around, as the family we are?-. He pushed him again, and Jace breathed with all of his remaining sanity, having an pulsing vein on his neck-. Do not fear, no one will loose an eye-, Aemond smiled bigly.

-I would not be so sure of it-. Baela, once again, came in the middle of them, now being the one facing Aemond, threatening him. His one eye traveled down to her face, staring at her with disgust, fury and cockiness.

-Walk one more time in the middle of my matters, child, and we will see who loses an eye this time-. His voice was spitted, sounding like poison and looking at her, hateful.

Daera's whole body shivered at that moment, going speechless, looking at him in disbelief. How madly he was staring at her sister, looking like he would hit her at any second. Like he would hit any of them at any second.

-We are going to train-. Aegon suddenly was nearing to her again, roaring, and abruptly gripped her skirt with force.

-No, no, let me go!-. Daera squealed instantly, trembling strongly while fighting against him. Luke gasped worried.

Aemond turns around with his eye wide opened, and when he saw this, he instantly jumped and walked fastky to there, planning on pulling Aegon away. But, before he could, someone else pulls Aemond away, grabbing his jacket's necks and pushing him behind, making him to strongly collide with a wall. Baela looked furriously at him, walking away while he groaned.

-Daera!-, Jace was the one who arrived at her deffense, trying to pull Aegon away, but he was laughing stopless while grabbing her skirt everytime stronger, almost dragging her.

-Let me...go!-, Daera roared scratching harshly Aegon's hands, and he grunted hurted. She shouted and gave him a hard kick right on his balls, with no mercy.

-FUUCK!-, the prince screamed with so much pain, instantly kneeling on the floor while tears reached his eyes.

-FUCKING LOOSER!-, Daera roars down at him.

Helaena was sobbing from a corner of the dining room, looking at the fight without knowing what to do. The guards were almost sobbing too, seeing how the children distructed one another. And, suddenly, Aemond neared to one of them, taking off his sword with a low grunt.

-My prince...-the guard went breathless.

-Quiet!-, the one-eyed pointed at him.

Jace and Daera gather around the sobbing Aegon, looking at him with a silent angriness.

-Lets leave, come on!-. Lucerys quickly screams, taking Rhaena's hand-. Come!-, he turns around.

And instantly stopped, when he came face to face with a sword's end. Aemond, holding such, smiled tauntly at him, rising his furrowed lips with cockiness. Luke gulped strongly, frozen in fear.

Jace turns around confused, and at the instant of seeing such monstruosity, he ran to one of the other guards, robbing his sword as well. Daera gasped breathless and held her own belly when seeing Luke being pointed at by Aemond, cruelly.

-Not before we are done with our training, nephew-. The one-eyed prince whispered-. You've been doing well until now, a soldier who hides always lives, does he not?-. He mocked.

Lucerys's lips trembled, looking at his uncle with fear.

Alicent's, Rhaenyra's and Daemon's feet were quickly running down the stairs of the castle, having their night clothes on already, but they could not care less of it, running stoppless, in the middle of frighted gasps, since they heard all the squarrel that was coming from the dining room.

-Fucking whore-, mumbled a sillied Aegon, beginning to stand up. Rhaena grunted and instantly pushed back on the floor, making him scream-. Do not dare to touch me, fucking hells!!-, he squealed like a baby.

And, Aemond's sword is suddenly pushed back by Jace's, who stepped in front of his brother with an angry face. When the sharpen sound of the swords was heare, everyone froze, looking at there in shock.

-Jace-, Luke said, breathless.

The one-eyed giggled, and he began to attack his nephew, who grunted while responding the attacks. Their swords were now clashing and clashing, from one side to another. But this were no training swords. Helaena flinched at every sound, having her eyes fully closed.

-Faster, nephew!-. Aemond laughed, full of maliciousness. Jace was breathing so fast, barely able to respond at his fastness-. I am not even trying!-, he laughs.

-Shut up!-, his voice trembled. He was scared.

Daera's chest was coming up and down, seeing at this in shock, and little tears on her eyes. She wrinkled her lips and shook his head, gaining fierceness, not standing frozen for one more second. She kicked Aegon's ribs brutally, making him cry, and then she ran to one of the guards. The only remaining one with a sword.

-Princess, no, no-. This one denied, worried for her.

-Give it, Ser!-. She insisted in a grunt, wanting to take it off his belt.

-You will hurt yourself, princess!-, he said loudly.

-Leave him alone!-, Lucerys shouted and ran to Aemond, planning on pushing him. But Aemond was quicker, and grabbed his jacket's neck just before he could touch him.

-Easy there-, Aemond calmly speaks, looking at him while keeping Jace's sword uncapable of moving, making him grunt-. You need more training, Luke-. He smiled coldly at him.

Lucerys squealed, and then, he was harshly pushed into the floor, hitting his arm. Aemond laughed and raised his sword, planning on clash it into Jace's once again. Right when their swords were about to clash, another one made a sudden act of presence in the middle of them, making them both to gasp surprised.

Daera's breath grunted wildly while having her sword tightened held in the air, forbidding any of the other to move.

-STOP. THIS!-, she firmly screamed, and with a quick movement she separated both swords. And, hers, headed down until pointing coldly at Aemond. He opened his lips, feeling how his heart stopped beating when he realized he was the one threated by the sword's point-. One more move, cousin...-her voice warned him. Cold.

Everyone went completely silent. Helaena opened her eyes slowly, worried.

-...Cunt...-a hurted Aegon spoke from the floor. Baela grunted and kicked him again-. Fuck!-, he complained, once again.

-At last!-, Jace sighs-. Now you-

-Shut up!-, Daera screamed firmly. He gulped instantly, closing his lips-. Every body, just shut the fuck up! AEGON, SHUT THE FUCK UP!-, she shouted at the sobbing twat.

-Uh...-he sighed tiredly from the floor.

Daera's eyes traveled to Aemond's single one, letting him see the fury on them, the pain, the betrayal. He didn't do anything but gulp, letting his sword fall on the floor while looking back at her at every moment. She shook her head with a sour lip movement, not caring about his surrender. Aemond curved his brows slowly, breathing fastly and with no control.

The doors were abruptly opened from one second to another.

-What is this?!-, Rhaenyra talks agitated.

-Oh, gods!-. Alicent went breathless when seeing Daera pointing a sword at Aemond, while he was doing no effort on defending himself-. Disarm her, disarm them!-, she quickly points at Jace too, who was also wielding one.

Daera tsked and let her sword fall, almost having throwing it at Aemond's very feet. Jace did the same, gulping strongly.

-We were just training!-. Daera spoke so loudly and automatically, looking at the agitated Queen-. No one was harmed, and Aegon stumbled-. Those were literally her only words, and instantly walked to the doors, not looking at anybody.

When she passed at his side, Aemond followed her with his eye, breathing fast and heavily, looking for her gaze, which he did not found.

Daemon, while he was staring at the others with his eyes narrowed, caressed Daera's head when she passed, stoppless, at his side. Rhaenyra followed her with a worried gaze, seeing how she was silently leaving the hall, and then looked back inside with a reproachful expression.

Alicent breathed nervously, seeing how Aegon was grunting sleeply on the floor, hugging his own knees, Helaena was mumbling nonsenses on a corner, playing with her fingers, and Aemond had his eye lost in a blank point, serious, not blinking.

-Mother!-, Luke planned to talk to her.

-I want no explanations now, go to your quarters, all of you!-. Rhaenyra firmly ordered, pointing outside.

-You don't understand!-, complained Baela.

-And neither want to!-, she quickly denies.

-Go-, Daemon ordered opening an arm towards them. They closed their mouths and sighed heavily, obeying at last, not before directing hateful glances to the pathetic brothers.

-You three as well, now!-. Alicent roared at her children, looking so mad at them. Aemond did not needed to hear it twice, and outed the room with the biggest of silents. Helaena, scratching her arms, walked fastly to the exit, having her eyes closed-. Aegon!!-, she roars.

Her drunk son grunts, hurted, needing the help of two guards to stand up. They dragged him outside of the hall, leaving the royal ones alone.

Rhaenyra and Daemon stared at Alicent with coldness, and she gulps mad, turning fully to them.

-Who were the ones wielding the swords?-, she instantly said, with her voice trembling, acussing Daera and Jace.

-Who do you think provoked them?-, Daemon sharply snorts, acussing Aegon and Aemond, cutting his eyes on hers and turning around with his wife, who did not glanced at her again, gulping.

Alicent stayed by herself in there, holding nervously her neck, and looking at the fallen swords with sourness.

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The hours passed, and the night now was on its darkest moment. The Red Keep was already asleep. Mostly.

There was no one candle litted on Daera's chambers, for she to find the sleep's path easily, but nevertheless, this was not the case. She cannot sleep, at the moment, even though she had been trying.

Her eyes were opened, lost in some dark corner of the room, while she was seating on the bed, in the middle of it. Quiet, silent, thoughful, soured. All of her face was painted with one emotion: extreme discomfort.

Aemond's words and actions on the supper were repeating time after time on her mind, having her at the edge of madness. He was just so cruel, looking endlessly for fight, scaring Luke, pushing Jace, threatening Baela, laughing of Rhaena, raising a sword to all of them. His eye, while doing all of that, was soaked in superiority and resentment, wanting so bad for them to feel hopeless, frightened. How could he, after what they talked in the library? How could he do this to her?

Inevitably, she has come to ask another question, turning the accusation at herself. How could she do this to them?

She has been lying and having deep talks with her sibling's tormentor, the one they hate coming to the capital for. The one who is suppose to be the reason of herself hating coming to the capital! And yet, she was fickle, she let herself wrapped around...all of him. And right when she started to feel shameless about it, he goes and makes the meanest of actions, the poisonest of words and mocks. Did he not care about their talks? Was he not really listening to her, as she thought he did?

All of her life, her purpose had been protecting her own, guard her closest ones and deffend her little siblings from any threat the world throwed at them. And yet, stupidly, she started to fratenize with the qorst of them threats. Aemond. For a moment he made her believe he was no threat no more, but tonight...hells. When did she turn to be so shortsighted?

The thoughts on her head and the sobbs of her nose stopped from a moment to another when she heard some knows. Daera turned her face, furrowing her brows while her lips trembled. She looked at the door of the room. And then, to the hidden door.

The knocks were coming from them. And it took a second, to realize that it was Aemond, knocking desperately from the other side.

Daera's nose scrunched and her lips wrinkled, breathing madly.

-Go!-, her voice trembled when screaming at the wall.

Aemond froze from the other side. His chest came up and down quickly. He curved his brows and shook his head rapidly, beginning to knock again.

-Daera, please-. He sharply whispers, even though she could not hear him. All he heard was silence-. Daera!-, he raises his voice, hurted.

The princess covered her ears while sobbing, closing her eyes strongly and shaking her head to side to side. Her heart and belly ached, still hearing the knocks, but forcing herself to not open. She can't do this. She can't do this to them.

-Open up, please!-. Aemon whispered desesperated from the other side, punching his fist against the damp cold stone-. Daera, do not do this to me!-, his trembling voice pleaded, feeling how badly his chest was hurting.

The prince sobbed unquiet, closing his eye harshly while hitting and hitting the wall, not caring about the pain on his hands due such force. He squelaed lowly, knocking, knocking, and knocking. And the princess, from the other side, was obligating herself to deny, deny, and deny, letting duty reign on his heart. Aemond let out a desesperated tsk, resting his forehead against the stone.

And suddenly, the knocks stopped.

Daera uncovered her ears, turning to there with her face fulled of sour tears. She breathed brokenly, gulping and turning slowly on the bed, feeling how cold her hands were, trembling because of her crying.

She walked to the wall, furrowing her brows strongly while she pushed it with force, opening it with her heart almost coming out of her chest. Daera gasped looking at the hall. And she found no one. Aemond had gone.

The only thing she found, was a cup on the floor. In there, it was her steaming moon tea. Freshly prepared.

Daera felt how her heart broke even more, and she sobbed, caressing her forehead and kneeling slowly on the floor, having the worst mixes of feelings, the most confusing of thoughts. She felt she was cursed. She kneeled weakly, grabbing the cup on her hands while tears ran down her shiny face with none stop.

-Aemond...-she thinly whispers, placing her lips on the cup, and beginning to sip it in the middle of her stressed crying and heavy thoughts.

And, from a distance, thunder rang out with great force.

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My thoughts about the trans character Nettie/Melvin from the movie Women Talking (INCLUDES SPOILERS):

I was a bit disappointed at first to see a trans character in such a context – is this believable? Why is there a trans character in a film about about women’s liberation?

When I had watched the whole movie I changed my mind. I think the character plays well into the feminist commentary of the film as a whole. The film introduces all kinds of radical ideas, like separatism. With this character I see an alternative narrative when it comes to trans issues than what we usually see, although it’s not too obvious.

The character makes the decision to transition into the social role of a man – or rather, leave the role of a woman –  after a traumatic experience. What is interesting to me is that this traumatic experience is specifically about misogyny. This is unusual as a trans narrative.

In the film it is said Nettie/Melvin always felt like she isn’t a woman. So the trauma was just a catalyst for her final decision, right? This is how trans stories usually go: it’s something internal, it’s a knowledge that was always there. But in the context of this movie it raises a question: how could any woman enjoy being a woman in such an environment? They’re all miserable.

During the story the character now identifies as Melvin, and doesn’t take part in what the women do or in their conversations. It’s notable that Melvin isn’t grouped with the men either. Rather, Melvin just stays outside playing with the kids. They have removed themselves from the gendered dynamics of that community altogether, or at least tried to.

It’s still obvious they have a stronger connection to the women; they don’t have any kind of connection to the men. Melvin refuses to talk to the women, but still tries to seek understanding and connection via gestures and eye contact. But there is a disconnect. Melvin refuses verbal communication with the women and the women refuse to understand Melvin’s choice, preferring to call Melvin Nettie instead.

Melvin only talks to the women after the women use the name Melvin instead of Nettie. This respect for Nettie’s/Melvin’s decision builds a bridge of trust and a couple of words are exchanged. It’s not much, but it’s something. Now Nettie/Melvin has at least some agency over something when it comes to interacting with others.  [Note: all the women had agency taken from them by men, but as we see in the movie, all of them try to solve the problem in different ways and hold different and often opposing opinions. Nettie’s/Melvin’s solution is one of these solutions the women negotiate in the movie, although that solution isn’t brought into the conversation explicitly.]

In the end Nettie/Melvin seemed to join the women when they left. Nettie/Melvin didn’t join in the conversation or problem-solving; they barely interacted with the women who discussed the options. They didn't bring anything to the table when it came to finding solutions. But in the end there were two options: to leave with the women or stay and wait for the men – would the men recognize Nettie/Melvin as one of their own? I doubt it.

In the end, Melvin knew who they were safe with.  Implicitly they recognized the class they belonged to, when it comes to living in a patriarchy.

The movie didn’t show Nettie's/Melvin's choice as right or wrong, but simply as one of many ways to cope in unbearable circumstances.

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