#yes i did take a break from drawing my ocs to draw my ocs

[peachypinkygloss]

high on love — pjm

Jimin has once again won a race and he takes you out on a ride for the night, taking dangerous but very exciting risks. He should have expected that the rush of adrenaline in your body always turns you into a horny mess.

⚡︎ pairing: racer!jimin x fem!reader

⚡︎ genre: established relationship, smut

⚡︎ word count: 6.4k

⚡︎ warnings: unrealistic depiction of motor sports, jimin likes cars & oc is a bimbo lol, lots of cute nasty shit, disrespect of speed limits (jimin's breaking the law ‼️🙀), if this isn't the perfect representation of how deprived i am idk what is, sexting, nudes exchange, dom jimin/sub reader, unprotected sex, public/car sex, praising & degradation, brief anal play, blowjob, cum eating.

a.n.: it's jimin's special day 🤭 so i'm giving myself a gift lol. how generous of me to share it with you 🫶🏻 i finished this with a headache so y'all better hype this up (it deserves it, give it a read 😉)

"Minnie!"

"Hey, baby girl. Did you enjoy the race?"

"Yes!" You squeal excitedly, sticking your phone to your ear, happy Jimin decided to call you after his awesome performance. "You were so great," you say dreamily, "Couldn't take my eyes off of you."

You hear Jimin chuckling through the phone as you throw yourself on your bed, landing on your stomach. You bite down on your lip and start kicking your legs while listening to his husky voice, sending chills down your spine.

"I believe you," he laughs and you can't help but smile. "Won that one just for you, babe," he flirts, butterflies erupting in your stomach. You bring a finger up to your mouth and chew on your nail, practically mewling at the flattery.

Your boyfriend always manages to make you shy, teasing and flirting with you like the very first time. You imagine his plump, pink lips moving slowly to form the words, coming out of his mouth like pure and sweet honey.

"What wouldn't you do for me, hm?" You question, flirting back with him and hearing him laugh at that. "I'm so proud of you, Minnie," you purr into the telephone, an undying smile plastered on your face.

"You know me, princess," he begins and you picture the little grin he's surely sporting right now, "I never come second," he smugly snickers.

Even though you always tell him to not be too cocky — karma will come bite your ass, you usually repeat to him — you find it extremely hot at the moment. You love when a man is confident and isn't afraid to fight for what's his.

You recognize the sound of a door opening and closing on Jimin's other end of the phone, hearing him walk and rummage through his things.

"What are you doing?" You ask.

"Picking out an outfit for this evening," he replies, phone secured between his shoulder and ear while he takes out pieces of clothes from his suitcase. "Hopping in the shower in a minute."

"I see..." You hang on the last syllable, drawing invisible forms on the bed covers underneath you. You hear him stepping into the bathroom and locking the door behind him. "You must be so sweaty right now," you wonder, a naughty image of a sweaty Jimin appearing in your head, skin all sticky and glistening, a delicious, manly odour emanating from him.

"You bet I am," he confirms. "Talk later, yeah? I'll be at yours in four hours, babe."

You and your boyfriend are supposed to hang out later in the evening today. It was planned before the race, agreeing to see each other no matter if he wins or loses, but Jimin never comes second, does he?

You nod your head, though you remember he can't see you. "'Kay, see ya later, Minnie," you sing in response, crossing your legs and resting your chin on your open palm.

"See ya, love you."

"Love you, too."

You hang up on Jimin, sighing contentedly before throwing your iPhone on the bed and rolling on your back, looking up at the ceiling. You stay silent for a few seconds until you start humming a lullaby, improvising a random tune.

The 'ding' of your phone interrupts you and you turn your head around to look at your new notification.

💬 Jimin 💓 sent an attachment.

This immediately catches your intention so you open the chat, biting down on your lip in anticipation, belly bubbling in excitement. Your brows raise up when your eyes lay on the photo Jimin's sent you. You feel your face and core heating up, blood rushing to your poor little clit.

You click on the picture to have a closer view, and gosh, your boyfriend is fucking hot. Your mouth waters and you cannot believe how handsome he is. He has the body of an angel and the personality of the devil for sharing that pic with you.

You see his veiny cock fully hard from the underside, standing tall over his stomach, a patch of dark hair crowning his pubis. You rub your thighs together to relieve the ache between your legs, unable to look away from your phone.

You can't see his face, but you have a beautiful sight of his abdomen, coated in a thin layer of sweat. You have the insatiable need to touch him, feel his heavy length weighing down on your tongue and have your small palm wrapped around the base of it.

You want Jimin to slap your face with his cock, tease you by swiping his wet tip over your lips, letting out a disapproval 'nuh-uh' when you try to put it in your mouth out of eagerness.

He took the picture just before going into the shower. He's such a tease.

You start to type out your response, thumbs quickly pressing down on the keyboard.

You: aww minnie :( wanna put my tongue on you wanna lick all that sweat off your abs and take you so deep in my throat

Jimin 💓: yeah? wanna cry like a little bitch around my dick?

Real bad, you think, heat pooling in your panties. You feel your clit aching, but you don't want to ease the pain, don't really want to play with yourself — maybe just out of pure laziness, though you know edging yourself before seeing Jimin makes things ten times more intense. And needy.

You open the camera app and lift your crop top over your breasts, taking a quick picture of your boobs for Jimin. You go back to your conversation with him and add the nude you've just captured to the chat.

💬 You sent an attachment.

You: yes your cock's too big for me, always make my eyes sting ;( want you to cum on my tits, minnie, please make a mess of me i'm your cumslut x

Jimin 💓: love those tits but you're right, baby my good, little cumslut. god, you're so gross, you realize that?

You: not gross! just passionately wanting you to mark me as yours but i can be a lil gross while sucking your cock :p

Jimin 💓: you always eat that cock like a stupid mess anyway drooling like a dog for it

You: can't help myself when you feel so good in my mouth <3 when your cum feels so warm and creamy on my breasts gosh i wanna be with you so bad right now miss you so much minnie

Jimin 💓: you fucking minx i'll be there in a few. i've told you, didn't i, needy girl?

You: you did! but i feel so lonely without my minnie my pussy's so so wet just thinking about you :(

Jimin 💓: fuck i know coming soon. wait for me, princess

You: okie-dokie x

💬 You sent an attachment.

You: oops sorry, miss-clicked :D

Jimin 💓: you know you didn't gonna fuck those tits bite those cute perky nipples

You: they're too small for it, i fear :/

Jimin 💓: shut up you know i can fuck every part of your body if i want to you're gonna push them on your chest and make a tight little entrance for me

You: if that's what mister wants >:(

Jimin 💓: yes. i'm gonna go in the shower now, you've distracted me enough

You: good shower x

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You're happy to see Jimin parked in front of your apartment building as you walk down the stairs, getting in the passenger side of his Porsche. You don't know which model it is — not that you have registered that information when he first told you — but you know it's in a beautiful grey colour.

After closing the door, you perch yourself over the centre console and lean in toward Jimin, pursing your lips to kiss him. "Hi," you softly greet him with a smile, smooching his full lips then every part of his face.

"Hey, baby," he chuckles, letting himself be pampered in your wet and warm kisses. The wet feeling isn't really what he likes the most, but he'll never stop you from showing your affection to him. He secretly loves it.

You eventually back away with a giggle, catching the smirk Jimin tries to hide. "You have a bit of lipstick here..." You giggle again, even though you should feel guilty for staining his cheeks with the marks of your lips, but he looks too cute this way.

"Where?" he questions, brows frowning a little, "Here?" he points to his right cheek. He got it right, but it's not the only place where he has lipstick.

"Yeah, here, too." You poke his left cheek. "And some here," you whisper, talking about his jaw and tracing it, "Definitely here..." You swipe your index over his plump lips. "Oh, and more here!" You exclaim, rapidly diving in to leave a kiss to his forehead, but before you can sit back up in your seat, Jimin holds you by the waist.

You squeal, flinching when he smacks your ass with his free hand, gripping the flesh by slipping a palm under your jean skirt. "You little tease... You like making fun of me, don't you?" He sensually growls in your ear, pussy clenching around nothing.

You whine, shaking your head from side to side, holding eye-contact with him. Your hands are laying flat against his chest, leaning on him to keep yourself face to face with your boyfriend.

"No! Just like how you look with my lips all over you," you purr, grinning when Jimin quirks an eyebrow. "Gotta show everybody that you're taken..."

"I see, little miss possessive," he says, giving small taps to your butt.

"Yes, you're mine," you affirm. "Mine, mine, mine," you repeat the word over again, kissing once more Jimin's pretty face.

He shuts you up by crashing his mouth on yours, gripping you by the jaw and keeping you in place. When he breaks your exchange, he instructs you to sit in your seat. "Put your seatbelt on, princess."

You reluctantly let go of Jimin's lips and do what he told you to. Even though he scolded you for ruining his smooth face, he doesn't do anything to wipe the lipstick's stains off, which makes you smile. There aren't that many anyway, you were lying earlier, but you love it when it doesn't bother him to wear your marks like you always wear his proudly — he's the kind to bite your inner thighs while eating you out and leave the trace of his teeth on you.

"Okay, let's go!" You announce loudly, not sure where you're going — probably to his since he lives on the other side of the city — but you're still very excited nonetheless. Car rides with Jimin are always a lot of fun.

"Let's go," he repeats with a nod of his head, sending you a wink as he puts the car into drive. You giggle once again, just genuinely happy to be with your boyfriend — your favourite person on this planet.

You look outside, watching the city lights at night and the other cars with you on the road. Jimin sometimes — often — judges which car people are driving, saying this model isn't worth anything or that the brand is just shitty. You don't understand the justification, but it has no importance to you, to be quite honest. And anyway, he sounds really hot when he's talking about a subject he's an expert in.

There's the occasional asshole who accelerates at red lights, this time being a BMW, surely intimidated or jealous by the expensive Porsche next to them. You find these people super annoying, especially when they do that when they see a woman standing on the sidewalk. How little their dick has to be.

Though Jimin doesn't feel the need to do that because he's not a pathetic man, he still has to crush that guy's ego. You notice him going faster next to the other car as you enter the highway, having a bit more space and freedom.

"Minnie," you say his nickname kind of as a warning, but you know he won't listen to you. You pretend to not support this improvised car race even though you already feel the adrenaline rushing through your body.

"Hold on to the handle, baby," he commands, looking through his rear mirror to see what the other car is doing, and to his satisfaction, they're participating in the race with Jimin. "We're gonna show this guy what it is really like to race," he smirks cheekily, adjusting better his rear mirror to a better angle.

So you execute yourself, gripping the handle placed just upside the door passenger — gripping it tightly, feeling your heart start beating faster.

The feeling is pleasantly familiar, remembering the numerous times Jimin made you hop in his Mustang during his practices, going super fast and trying to impress you. You've always been really impressed.

You recall the time he went to Bordeaux, trying out the famous circuit just for fun, just because it's Jimin. You've accompanied him there and watched him race with other professionals. It was truly amazing, really thrilling.

Jimin goes up to 140 km/h really fast in a 90 km/h zone. He dodges vehicles easily, though it's tight and fucking dangerous. There are three lanes for one way of the traffic and for the other, so he has to analyze his surroundings every time he needs to change lanes.

His opponent is catching up behind, also dodging cars and trying to pass Jimin. But your boyfriend is prepared; he handles the steering wheel better. His vision is sharp, shifting between his mirror and in front of him quickly. He's an expert, a professional — the BMW has zero chance.

If it was daytime, you're sure an improvised race like this wouldn't even be conceivable, considering how packed the highway usually is, but during nighttime there are way less car on the road. It allows them to drive more freely and fluidly. It's still very risky, but you love the adrenaline rushing through your body, love how intoxicating it is.

Jimin's grip tightens around the wheel, veins popping out along his strong arms. He looks so good with jewelry, wearing a few silver rings on his fingers and a watch around his wrist. You catch a glimpse of the thirteen tattoo inked on his skin, being the date of his birthday and also the number he races with.

"Jimin... what if there's a cop?" You say worryingly.

He grins, as if this can't be a problem at all. "Then this jackass gonna chicken out," he snickers, pressing down on the accelerator with his right foot. "Look at this," he says, holding the steering wheel with a lot of force so the car doesn't drive off the road. You look forward, seeing the BMW getting ahead.

Jimin puts on the turn signal to the right as they're getting closer to an industry truck and a van. There's a small gap separating them as they're both on different lanes, a gap just big enough for the Porsche.

Your eyes widen, pulse racing faster, hearing your heartbeat in your head. It's like your heart is going to explode or come out of your chest at how intense everything feels. It's addicting.

Jimin accelerates and passes by his opponent, sneaking between the too big vehicles, keeping the turn signal on as he maneuvers his way through the small gap. Your breath is caught in your throat as he does so, holding the handle tighter and tighter, scrunching your eyes shut, believing deeply in Jimin's skills...

"Oh my fucking god," he exhales heavily as if he was also holding in his breath. This is your cue to open your eyes again, nothing in front of you, meaning Jimin has succeeded. You hear him laugh, smiling with his full set of teeth. "Fucking loser!"

You glance at him, stars in your eyes and glinting in pure admiration. You find him extremely attractive, even more than he already is. You burst out in laughter too, incapable of keeping it in, finally stressing down.

You look over your shoulder and the BMW is stuck behind the truck and the van, the space now too small to pass through. Jimin won.

He has a big arrogant smirk on his face, one hand on the wheel as he licks his lips, trapping his bottom lip between his teeth after. You know he's proud of himself, and you have to admit that you are impressed.

"That was sick!" You squeal and giggle, your heart still pounding in your chest, but eventually slowing down to a normal pace. "Minnie, it was- I... Oh, God! Awesome, it was awesome!"

He chuckles as you struggle to get the words out, absolutely surprised, but in a really good way. You lack the words to describe how you're feeling and how the whole thing was just so thrilling. The adrenaline is such a strong hormone that you still haven't recovered from the race. You'll remember this one for a very long time, that's for sure.

"It was like a rollercoaster!" You say with a lot of excitement, looking at Jimin while he has his eyes settled in front of him, soon reaching your destination.

"I knew you'd like this," he flashes you a smile, glancing in your direction for a short second. "You're a little rebel, aren't you?"

"My boyfriend's a bad boy, of course I like a bit of danger..." You flirt, making Jimin laugh again.

When the car comes to a halt, you immediately unbuckle your seatbelt and jump on Jimin, not caring if you're in the parking lot of his apartment building. You straddle his lap and your entire body is on fire. You didn't realize the race made you that horny to the point you can't even wait to be in his apartment to start fucking him.

You kiss him and he reciprocates it right away, moving his mouth over yours hungrily. You cup his cheeks and begin to rock your hips back and forth, grinding down on Jimin. He bites your lip which makes you whine softly, pulling on his dark locks at the nape of his neck.

His hands lay on your hips, guiding you over his lap, pushing your bottom down on him to intensify the grinding motion. The steering wheel sometimes pokes you in the back, but you don't pay it any attention, kissing every patch of skin on Jimin's face, descending to his sharp jaw.

You're both breathing heavily, the small binnacle of the luxury car beginning to be really restricted in air. Though, it doesn't stop you, not at all.

You smooch the side of his throat, sensing his Adam's apple bobbing every time he swallows. You want to lick and kiss every part of his body, you need it — you need to feel his smooth skin under your tongue.

Jimin smells like his favourite body wash, a scent so manly and tingly it turns you feral on its own. He's a bit sweaty now so you have the salty taste of his natural essence on your tongue, feeling how warm his body is just after an eventful race.

You slightly chew on his flesh and suck on it, wanting to mark him even more in beautiful purple love bites, adding on with the traces of your lipstick. He groans under you, tilting his head back so you have better access to his neck.

He palms your butt under your short skirt, making you grind on him more avidly. Your panties start to get wet, the material sticking to your pussy lips because of your arousal gushing out of your cunt. You're so turned on it has your brain all mushy, no thoughts other than ones about Jimin and how good he's going to feel inside of you.

Then he pulls you back by your hair, your lips leaving the crook of Jimin's neck, eyes strained down on him since he forces your head back. Your hands clasp around his t-shirt, crumpling it between your little fists.

"What's that, baby, hm?" He questions, squinting his eyes at you. You think he's referring to your eagerness, taking control without really realizing it.

"Sorry, but please..."

"That cunt's too fucking greedy, is that it?" He lifts a brow, cupping your pussy through your panties with the hand not gripping your hair. "What a little slut you are... Soaking through your underwear already?" He mocks, gliding the tip of his finger over your core, feeling how damp the material is.

You decide you better be honest, knowing a little begging always makes Jimin fold. "Yes, want you so bad, Minnie," you breathe out while humping his hand as he keeps his palm over your crotch and he enjoys how you're so desperate to the point of chasing his touch. "Need you in my pussy, need your cock to feel me up, please," you beg sweetly, clawing at his t-shirt. "Please, Minnie, please."

He observes you for a while, frowning a bit as his pretty head is reflecting, maybe asking himself if he should give you what you want or not. You let out a whine — a pathetic one — and you know that's what finally convinces him.

"Want my cock?" He asks and you nod repeatedly, still holding on his shirt like it's the only thing keeping you from falling miserably into the depth of lust. "Then fucking take it, baby," he growls lowly, biting down on his plump bottom lip, pupils blown out.

You sigh in relief, babbling out a little grateful 'thank you' as you lower your hands to his pants. He looks down at your shaky hands, a faint smirk appearing on his lips. His hand that was previously on your cunt has shifted to your thighs, caressing your curves, admiring your body that looks so frail and easy to break.

Oh, he does know how simple it is to turn you into a slutty mess, drooling and crying like a baby to have his dick, not caring in which hole it goes as long as it's nestled in you.

You yank the zipper down and work on getting his baggy jeans down his thighs. Jimin's still watching you, not bothering to give you a helping hand, quite finding it adorable how you struggle so much.

When you free his cock out of his Armani boxer briefs, you gasp softly at the sight of his semi-hard lying against his toned stomach. "Always so big, Minnie," you tease, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip.

And it's true. He's average, just the right length for you, but the thickness, gosh it makes you salivate. The girth isn't talked about enough because that's the thing that has you crying tears of joy when his cock splits you open, the burning sensation always a plus to your pleasure.

You love it that he doesn't shave, seeing him in all his glory, dark pubic hair decorating his pelvis. His mushroom tip peeks out from under his foreskin, your mouth watering at the thought of having it in your mouth and twirling your pink muscle around it, tasting the little beads of pre-cum on your warm tongue.

"Stop kissing my ass," he laughs, smacking one of your ass cheeks. You giggle, though you're really being honest. He's stupidly girthy, not to mention the size of his balls that never miss to slap the skin of your butt whenever he fucks you in missionary.

"I love kissing your ass, though. You deserve it, Minnie," you flatter, showing him how much you love him and his pretty cock.

"Shut up," he suddenly rasps out, taking a hold of your jaw with one hand, deft fingers poking into your chubby cheeks and making your lips purse out. "Wanna fuck that cock or not?" You mumble a 'yes' through your squished face. "Get to work, then."

He lets go of you as you grip his cock, small hand barely fitting around the girth, giving him a few lazy pumps to get him completely hard. You hum when you feel him stiff under your palm, a bit of pre-cum leaking from the slit over his swollen tip.

You smear it with your thumb, twisting your wrist as you run your hand up and down his length languidly. You spit in your hand and bring it back down to his cock, coating him in your saliva.

You slip your panties down, wiggling in every direction to get them out of the way and finally throw them away on the back seats. You smile at the thought of Jimin finding them later, remembering this filthy night, dick swelling at the dirty images of you riding him in his car.

"Want it on my pussy..." You sweetly purr, directing the head of his cock to your cunt, pressing it down on your clit. You steady yourself by placing a hand on his shoulder, the other circling your bud of nerves with his leaky tip. "Want your hot cum on my dirty little pussy," you tease again, using the same words he likes telling you in his sultry voice, so deep and raspy, making shivers run down your spine.

His dark eyes lift up from your hand guiding his cock in smooth circles over your puffy, aching clit and looks at you, catching the way you trap your bottom lip between your teeth. You see that he loves the idea you've just planted in his brain, wanting to cover your nasty cunt in his cum so bad.

"Fucking whore," he says under his breath, jaw hanging open. His hands roam over your body, often groping your ass cheeks or sneaking under your crop top, touching the underside of your breasts.

You move your hips in circle motions as well, stimulating your sensitive clit with the head of his cock, so warm and pleasant against your pussy.

"Am I your favourite one, though?" You pout.

He grins, letting out a low chuckle, "Of course, and the only one." At that, a lewd moan escapes your mouth and you start humping Jimin's dick, wet pussy lips gliding over his erection. "Hmm, that's it, baby," he encourages, hands on your hips as you move more frantically over him, covering him in your slicks.

Your breath is irregular, chasing your high with fervour, moaning obscenely above Jimin. "Gonna cum," you announce hastily, the rub of your clit against his cock driving you over the edge really quickly. Plus, you were already turned on, so your orgasm isn't far away, the knot in your stomach unraveling.

"Go ahead, cum on my cock, baby girl," he softly commands as if his permission was the only thing you needed to finally see stars. He grips your hips as you open your mouth, silent whimpers and moans coming out.

"Yes, yes, Minnie," you chant as you hump his cock, thighs and hands shaking. Your clitoral orgasm passes through you, bucking your hips forward while you slowly drive off your high. "Fuck, fuck..." You cry, letting go of his member and hiding your face in the crook of his neck for comfort.

He gently caresses your back in circles, helping you calm down and come back to earth. "Good job," he coos in your ear. "What a big girl. Rubbing your pussy all over my cock and cumming without my help," Jimin praises, patting your ass that peeks out from under your short skirt.

You only whimper in response, coming back to reality. You push yourself off Jimin's chest, looking at him with a pout on your lips. He knows it's fake, just to persuade him to do whatever you're going to ask him.

"Put it in, please," you beg in a whiny voice, "Need your big cock in me, Jimin." You sweetly pamper his face in warm kisses, knowing he never resists them. "Please, please, please."

He sighs, feeling your lips pressing down on his smooth skin, leaving his face all red and damp from your teasing little kisses. He gropes your thighs, slapping one of them as you arch your back like a slut.

"Take it then," he growls, gripping his cock and directing the head toward your dripping entrance. "Show me how bad you want it, my stupid girl," he purrs in your ear, cock head swiping between your pussy lips.

You eagerly bob your head, trapping your bottom lip between your teeth as you look down where you slowly sink down Jimin's thick length. You gasp softly when the head of his cock stretches out your cunt, expending it to his large size.

You continue to sink further down, hearing the groans and moans of your boyfriend, gripping your hips and digging his fingers into your flesh. You love the familiar burning sensation, reminding you that his cock is pushing into you, connecting both of your bodies and souls.

When you're finally sitting on his lap, dick nestled in the comfort of your warmth, clit touching his pubes, it feels exhilarating, almost too good to be true. Despite having been in you so many times before, neither one of you are getting used to the incredible sensation of being so close to each other, so connected.

"So big, Jimin," you moan softly, slowly moving your hips back and forth, doing grinding motions. "Love it so much," you mewl, holding onto his shoulders.

He looks down, too, and sees a shiny dew coating his pubic hair, your arousal leaking down his balls and pelvis. It's beautiful, a strong odour of sex invading the interior of the car.

"Yeah, baby?" He questions, voice a little breathy. "Love having my cock in you? Splitting your tight little cunt open?" He now gropes your ass, liking how the two small globes of flesh fit in his calloused palms.

"Uh-huh," you agree and drag your hips up, cock slipping out of your wet pussy, his meaty length glistening in your sweet juices. You yank them back down, creating a new motion, bouncing up and down his stiff erection.

You ride his cock in his car, steering wheel sometimes knocking your back as you vividly jump on his dick, but it isn't a major bother to you, not at all. Nothing's more important to you now than to fuck Jimin and feel his cock deep into you.

"It's so thick," you babble out, mouth staying open as little moans escape you. It makes Jimin groan hearing you say how his girthy cock destroys your tiny pussy, seeing it with his own eyes, pussy enveloping his shaft.

He loves knowing you like a bit of pain, willing to go through it to after reach a high level of pleasure. "Cock whore," he grunts, smacking your ass, the skin stinging because of the rings adorning his fingers.

You keep bouncing on him, wanting to make this as pleasurable as possible for him, but you know your legs will soon be tired. Though, you don't give up, and ride Jimin like your life depends on it.

You sense his fingers dancing on your butt, reaching your tight hole under your skirt. It surprises you, a little high-pitched moan leaving your mouth, but you don't say no — never would you.

He teases your rim, deft fingers circling it, making you arch your back and lean into his warm touch. You start grinding over his lap again, desperate to reach your high and feel his cock head brushing against your sweet spot inside you.

Jimin pushes his thumb at your hole while you roll your hips over his with vigour, literally using him for your pleasure. He doesn't mind, though, and penetrates your other entrance with his finger. You let out a loud moan, always loving it when Jimin fills you up everywhere.

"Gosh, I'm so close, Minnie..." You announce, rutting your hips against his and crumpling his t-shirt between your small fists.

"Keep going, baby, keep going," he encourages, holding the fat of your hips and guiding them over his hard cock. "Cum for me, my sweet girl."

"Yes, yes," you chant, his dick repeatedly nudging your sensitive spot, making the knot in your stomach tighten. "For you... Gonna cum for you, Minnie," you say before finally feeling it explode in your belly, millions of tingles passing through your entire body.

Your thighs shake beside his, rolling your hips fast over his lap to drive off your intense high. With trembling limbs, you slowly lift up your butt, discovering his length coating in your milky and shiny release.

Jimin groans in satisfaction, staring at his dick with adoration in his eyes. He slaps your ass, praising you for your good job a second time.

"What about you clean that mess off, hm?" He proposes, raising his gaze up to your glossy eyes. You bite down on your lip, the idea eliciting another wave of arousal in you. "Gonna lick it off and make me cum with that pretty mouth of yours, baby?"

With a nod of your head, you get out of the car, stepping on the cement of the indoor parking lot. Jimin lets the driver's door open as he leans his back against the car, telling you to come over with a tilt of his head.

You kneel in front of him, your naked knees lying on the cold ground, thighs sticky with your cum and pussy completely bare, feeling the air hitting it. You grip his pants, looking up at him with puppy eyes, silently asking for permission to touch his pretty cock, shining in your natural essence.

"Lift up your top," he orders, holding his thick length in his right hand. You do so and it seems to satisfy Jimin, a little appreciative growl leaving his throat. "Perfect, you can touch it, baby," he sends you the green light and you happily comply.

You replace his hand with yours, your fingers barely wrapping all the way around the base. You stroke it gently, feeling your slick slipping between your fingers, and look up at Jimin, making sure you're doing this alright.

Jimin sees that you're seeking compliments, a smile tugging on his pretty, plump pink lips. "Doing great, princess. Don't be shy, put your tongue on it," he instructs, your head bobbing to show your agreement.

You stick out your pink muscle and lean down to put it on his swollen tip, swallowing his bulbous head in after. Your lips wrap around him, tasting yourself on your tongue.

You sat prettily on your knees, wearing your white sneakers as your little ass peeks out from underneath your jean skirt, taking more of his length into your greedy mouth. You scoot yourself closer, wanting the tip of your nose to touch the patch of dark hair crowning his pelvis.

Jimin moans above you, gripping your hair in a tight hold as you sink down on him. Your wish is granted, having the entirety of his cock in your mouth, his tip teasing the back of your throat.

"Fuck, play with your tits for me, baby," he breathily commands, hooded eyes staring down at you. You flutter your eyes at him, executing yourself and rolling your nipples under your palms. You much prefer it when it's Jimin's hands, but you'll do without them this time.

You pull your head back, him watching his cock reappear between your lips, then disappear when you sink back down. You pinch your nipples, making them even harder, the cold air turning them extra stiffer.

You bounce your head over his engorged cock, hearing him moan and groan, an erotic melody to your ears. You choke a bit around him, Jimin delighted to see spit dripping down from the corners of your mouth, greedily taking him in your warmth.

"That's it, baby. Shit, such a good girl for me," he moans, voice husky and sultry. "Make me cum with that slutty little mouth," he insists, lust dancing in his dark orbs, looking at you like you're the very own object of his deepest desires. And you are.

You hum around him, groping your breasts while sucking him off, his strong hand gripping your hair at the roots, making your scalp itch. It sends delicious vibrations through the entirety of Jimin's body, a shiver running up his spine as you take him deep into your throat.

You hollow your cheeks and swallow around his length like you know he loves, hearing his little moans of approval above you. "Christ, baby... Gonna cum, keep going," he warns you and you're pleased to know you're making him feel really good.

You flatten your tongue under his heavy cock, bobbing your head over his stiff erection, pulling and pinching on your hard nipples. Jimin doesn't look away from you once, so turned on by your little fingers playing with your tits and your kneeling form sucking him off.

Suddenly, he keeps your head in place over his cock, forcing you down on him, nose pressed down against his hairy pelvis. You look up at him with teary eyes, feeling them sting. A crease appears between his soft eyebrows, mouth opening as he looks out deep and soft moans.

Jimin cums down your throat, cock twitching and shooting his release in thick, long ropes inside your mouth. You whine around him, wiggling your ass, happy to finally taste him.

"Fuuck," he breathes out, the muscles of his thighs tensing. He pulls out quickly, stroking his cock fast, angling it down toward your naked boobs.

You gasp softly, swallowing thickly to ease your poor throat, feeling his hot and creamy cum landing on your chest. He milks himself dry, moaning as small white beads spurt out his tip and fall on your beautiful tits.

Jimin exhales heavily, his head lolling back on his shoulders. He closes his eyes for a few seconds, catching his breath. He holds his hand out for you to take and pull you up from the ground. He tucks himself back in his briefs and zips his jeans back up as you lean down to kiss him on the lips, giggling joyfully after.

Jimin helps you clean up the mess he made on you with the spare box of tissues he keeps in his car. You pull down your top, covering your breasts.

The vehicle beeps and the front lights flashes as he clicks twice on the button to lock the doors. You walk to the elevator hand in hand, ready to go back into Jimin's apartment with a cute afterglow shining on both your faces.

#bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts smut #bts x reader #bts imagines #bts scenarios #jimin imagines #jimin fanfic #jimin fanfiction #jimin scenarios #jimin smut #jimin x reader

[skyeslittlecorner]

It's 2nd April, so - time to meet the first lucky winner~

As I promised, today the first fanfic for your MCs and OCs. It's quite funny, because the first person in the draw turned out to be the one who entered last. Dear @de1-os, congrats! Looks like your waiting was a good strategy~

Writing was a challenge, after all, this is my first fanfic like this. But I had a great time doing it. Asher is a fascinating character, above all with a very sensible approach to these demons. I hope you will like it!

Note: If anything sounds wrong and ooc, please let me know. I'll change it. If you want, you can also change it yourself, it's entirely up to you, and you can edit these texts however you want.

Also, I apologize in advance for any mistakes, especially if I mixed up pronouns. I write in my native language, where there is no equivalent of "they". I could have translated something incorrectly and not noticed when editing. Then let me know too, of course I will correct it.

Words: ~1200

WHB MC Shuffle | Asher

Asher was the first to leave Leviathan's office. Prematurely - as the waiting Astaroth noticed - because the meeting had recently begun. The councils of Hades ended when their king released them. At least that's what he heard. In Gehenna, they ended when the king kicked them out. 

The demon stared at Asher, trying to guess what happened inside. But it wasn't easy when the only thing that changed in their expression was a wrinkled nose. They could just as easily be disgusted or angry as they could be terrified.

“Didn't everything turn out the way you wanted?”

Only a quiet grunt escaped Asher's lips. What were they supposed to say? What always happened, happened today too.

“Glasyalabolas.”

A few days ago, His Majesty Leviathan summoned the descendant of Solomon to attend an extremely important meeting; what was important, only he knew, because Asher was as bored as a pug during political talks. Today's session seemed even less interesting than usual. They achieved a new record of disconnection from the surroundings. They stopped listening before the nobles even started talking. What could they do? They were surrounded by a bunch of hot men, instead of stupid politics, they could have chill out a little. For example, unbutton the shirts to let the chill breeze brush their skin…

Astaroth's snap awakened them before the train of imagination could gain momentum.

“Huh?”

“I asked what he did this time.”

Legs carried them forward, away from this office, as if Asher were afraid that the boredom would spill out and consume them again. Or, even worse, Glasyabolas's hand would land on their thigh again. Although, actually, it wouldn't be that bad. He was quite hot. Except he was an asshole. But what could they do, it only increased the possibilities… They forced themself to at least partially come to their senses. Even though, the fantasies about Glasyal were much more interesting. Yes, they were angry with him, but they still could appreciate a good body and certainly even better skills. It's not easy to shake a connoisseur out of their professionalism.

“He is being himself.” Asher grumbled under their breath. “I'm starting to get fed up with him.”

“Maybe you should take a break. I know a place you might like.”

The place in question turned out to be a cramped shop. The shelves were full of suspicious drugs, they all smelled of herbs and that unusual, sleepy fog surrounding Hades. Raven feathers, stone amulets, and reptile scales were stuffed among laurel branches and incantation ribbons. Astaroth, wrapped in snake coils, looked like one of the exhibits. Surrounded by the mysticism of this place, he seemed even sexier than usual. But why did the demon brought them here?

“Look.” The man pointed to the jar of clay standing at their feet. “These are lumps of earth collected from the place where His Majesty Lucifer fell into Hell.”

Asher bent down and picked up a small thing that looked more like a vial.

“Should it really be standing that low? Someone will kick it and everything will fall apart.”

“The thing is, these stones are extremely…”

They put the jar on a shelf among engraved beads and blue-labeled containers. Old wood groaned and splinters appeared from the bottom.

“…heavy.”

“Never mind.” Asher quickly put that quirk back where it was. It occurred to them that they might throw it at Glasyalabolas. Maybe he would finally get his shit together.

“You're wrinkling your nose again. Are you thinking the same thing as before?”

“Maybe… I'm sick of him, you know? I want to throw it in his face.”

“I think you should let your desires take over. Be corrupted. Be yourself.” Demon reached for a drug with a blue label. “But I propose a more sophisticated way.”

“What do you mean?”

“These are sleep oils with little side effect. You fall asleep faster, but you wake up much more tired.”

Without much thought, Asher grabbed a package three times its size.

“We'll take it.”

The gift they had prepared didn't look suspicious. An ordinary pillow that smelled of lavender. People lie perfectly, so explaining it was supposed to be easy. Asher had some credible stories ready. In fact, they were even a little disappointed that Glasyal didn't ask where the gift came from. All that was left to do was wait.

On the first day, there were no signs of fatigue. As they sat in council, Glasyalabolas was as great and immovable as a mountain. The next day, the mountain hunched its shoulders, but so slightly that they barely noticed it. On the third day, dark circles began to appear under his eyes. The next evening, after a meeting in which Glasyal had given up even teasing them, another thing humans are good at stirred in Asher. Delicate, barely audible remorse.

they stood outside Glasyal's room, trying to think of why they wanted their gift back. Yes, the demon was annoying, but maybe, just slightly maybe, they a little, just a little liked him. Maybe it's a souvenir from another demon? Or maybe a pillow that is always warm on both sides and was mistaken for a real gift? Before Asher could think of anything, the door opened. Weird. They didn't knock.

“Do you need anything?”

“Yes.”

“Come in, then. I know you've been standing here for quite a few minutes.”

Even though Asher entered the snake pit with a straight face, their heart was racing. First, they entered the demon's room. A handsome demon. A terrifying demon. They regretted it even before the door closed behind. Maybe they should come back after all? 

All doubts were doubled when Glasyalabolas leaned forward, as if bowing, and took their hand.

“Two can play this game, you know that?”

Not only Asher's heart but also his breathing reached the pace of an asthmatic after a marathon when Glasyal placed their hand on his cheek. He rubbed their fingers under his eye, and the circles that were supposedly from lack of sleep became blurred. Everything that was speeding up, suddenly stopped. Makeup. It was makeup. And worst of all, when they looked closer, the makeup was of very low quality. 

“You think I can't recognize sleeping herbs? Especially since you poured so much into this pillow? Even a corpse would be disturbed.” 

Instead of letting go of their hand, Glasyal ran their fingers over his lips. They were surprisingly soft and warm. Asher couldn't help himself. They pressed harder, wondering if his tongue was as soft. Anxiety fought with desire as they stared at his tongue as it lazily licked its lips. Fuck. Before they take this pillow away from him, they can still use it in this bed.

They took a step closer and grabbed the dark horn to make sure the demon wouldn't get up. And that he won't have any stupid ideas. Glasyal just muttered under his breath, something that sounded like a cross between a groan and a laugh.

“It was a punishment to stop acting like an asshole.” 

“I guess it didn't work.”

“In that case” Asher tugged the horn, forcing Glasyal to bow even lower. “Looks like I'll have to work on this more bluntly.”

The demon knelt down. However, if Asher thought for a moment that he would politely give up, their legs immediately buckled under them. Glasyal grabbed them around the waist and lifted their shirt with his teeth, licking, nipping and biting their lower abdomen.

“I want to see you try.”

That evening, neither of them needed a pillow anymore.

#i'm honestly so nervous posting this lol and idk why #first time writing something so personalized #I wonder if I managed it #whb #what in hell is bad #whbmcshuffle #whb glasyalabolas #whb astaroth #whb mc #whb oc

[thana-topsy]

Ok I gotta come out and say it. I envy you. Like, to a painful extent. The amount of people you get interested in your characters, how you're incredibly skilled in both visual art AND writing, how readers your fics have. I absolutely adore your work, but seeing it fills me with so much envy it's honestly ridiculous.

Did you deal with similar feelings towards other creators when you started writing fic by any chance? If so, how did you deal with those feelings? I feel genuinely stuck feeling worthless about my fics. I'm not as verbose with my language despite over 10 years of writing under my belt and it seems as though my plots don't interest people as much either. So I feel like there's just nothing of worth about any of my work.

I know that this is a lot to dump on you, but I felt like I would burst keeping this all in. Much love to you and I hope you have a wonderful New Year!

Hey there my friend, I've been sitting with this all day trying to decide how I want to answer you. I genuinely appreciate your honesty, because I know this is a familiar feeling for a lot of people, myself included.

I remember when I first rejoined Tumblr in early 2019, desperately trying to find anyone to talk to about TES, I would look at all these blogs gettings asks about their OCs like they were little celebrities and feel envy and longing. Now, when these feelings start to bubble up, I force myself to take a break from sharing my work, be it art or writing, if only to remind myself why I'm creating it and who I'm creating it for: myself. I know it sounds cheesy, and I probably sound like a broken record, but genuinely I just do this because it's bursting out of my skull. But I won't lie and say the engagement and the support doesn't have a big impact on my motivation. I love sharing with people and getting an enthusiastic response.

I think something people might not realize, or maybe they just forget, is that I used to write a lot of smut. Like...a lot of smut. (I still do). Hahaha and it doesn't get a lot of comments or engagement, but it does draw a lot of eyes. Once my smut stories started taking on heavier plotlines, a comment I'd get a lot was "came for the porn, stayed for the plot." And I wasn't writing smut because I thought it would get me an audience, I was just horny LMAO. But it encouraged me to branch out and experiment with the types of stories I was telling.

Anyways, art is another big part of it, yes. But that also didn't get a lot of engagement in the beginning, and my skills were rusty as hell. I was getting maybe 15 notes on here, 30 likes on instagram. But that didn't really matter to me, I was just insane with inspiration. I'd reach out to people and ask to do art trades, got ghosted a lot, made some good friends, (some people who are still my good friends to this day!). But it took a lot of risks, and I made a lot of accidental enemies and learned a lot of hard lessons. But having visuals to go with the stories I'm writing is like advertisement in its own way. I'm just lucky enough to hyperfixate on this shit like it's my lifeblood. I've always obsessively drawn my favorite characters, ever since I was a wee bab. Long before social media was a factor or the words "content creator" even existed.

And I think that's what it all comes back to. Above all else, do what you do with unbridled joy. If someone else finds joy alongside you, all the better! Even if it's just one person. Take risks, make friends, make enemies, draw that blorbo unapologetically and with wild abandon. Love what you create, even when it's bad. Even when it makes you cringe years later, don't delete it. Even when people try to find every reason to hate what you do and who you are. Don't stop.

Every act of creation is bringing something into the world that didn't exist before you made it. And that alone gives it worth.

Happy New Year!

#topsy's asks #long post

[resowrites]

Bell Ringers - oneshot.

Summary: Henry’s taken aback by a surprise revelation…

Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x Girlfriend!OC

Warnings: fluff, banter/British humour, dialogue heavy, language, pet names, nondescript OC body type/appearance, hastily written/lightly proofread.

WC: 1230

A/N: *Sigh* Let’s see if this one manages to stay under tags lol If not then enjoy while you can!

My work must not be copied, reposted, or translated elsewhere. Likes, follows, reblogs and comments are thoroughly welcome and appreciated! Gifs/pics not my own. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for visiting!

Bell Ringers - oneshot.

“Oh bollocks and arse.” Henry lowered the PC back onto the desk and stood observing it for a moment. “Well there’s nothing for it, I shall have to fetch Lady Cavill.” He plodded into the hallway, turning his head from side to side. “Ollie? Ollieee... where is she? Ollieeeeee...” Still no reply. “MRS CAVILLLLLL!” A minute or two later he heard footsteps coming down the stairs. “Hark, a woman draws near...”

“What you foghorn?! I was upstairs making up the bloody bed. And Mrs. Cavill’s your mum.”

“… Oh yeah, I never thought of that. And no you weren’t, you’re eating crisps.”

“I was taking a break.” Henry laughed.

“Well now I require your assistance.” He swept his arms toward the den.

“For what? Henry, I don’t have time for any naughtiness—”

“No, no naughtiness, though it’s a task of equal importance—”

“I can guarantee it isn’t. Now be gone, I still haven’t started dinner—”

“Alarming though that is, I really do need your help.” She groaned as Henry led her by the hand and into the den. 

“… Why’s your PC on its side? Did you slam a door too hard?”

“No, it went kaput while I was gaming so I tipped it forward to have a look at the wiring and a cable’s slipped down one of the shafts. I need you to try and fish it out.”

“What? Why? You’ve got small enough hands, you do it—”

“Whoa, hang on… did you just say I have small hands?” She stopped still, blinking at him.

“Well, not small exactly. More... slender.” Henry’s mouth fell open.

“Slender?!”

“Mmm.” She shoved a thick stack of crisps into her mouth.

“I... I don’t believe this...”

“I mean to be fair, the rest of you is rather large… so that doesn’t help—”

“No, don’t backtrack, have you always felt this way? Or did someone point it out to you?!”

“… I think the better question is how do you not know the answer to that?” His eyebrows almost hit the ceiling.

“Are you being serious?!”

“Oh for God’s sake, they’re not sideshow small—”

“No, just small enough for you to avoid saying anything for nearly ten years!”

“Well I didn’t want to rub it in.”

“Right, well thanks for all your help, don’t worry about dinner.” Henry picked up a screwdriver and began to undo the casing.

“Wow, are you that upset? Well I can’t leave you to starve, here have some Frazzles…” She held out the bag of crisps. “There we are, stick your little fingers in there.” He let the tool clatter onto the table.

“Okay, apologise please.”

“For what?”

“For this affront to my manhood.” She clucked her tongue. “No, I mean it. You have before you a man so masculine he could even impregnate himself, and all you can do is make blithe statements.”

“Do manly men say ‘blithe?’” Henry pursed his lips. “And I don’t know that fiddling with a computer best illustrates your point…”

“I’m not fiddling with it—”

“No… more like tinkering.” He tried to wipe the smile from his face.

“Say sorry.”

“No, you didn’t hesitate to tell me I’ve got a big arse, so why should I? Although now that I think of it, it probably just feels bigger cos you can’t get a proper grip.”

“Well carry on and it’ll be getting a smack.”

“Except I won’t really feel it will I?”

“Yes you will. Trust me.”

“Nah. It’ll be more like a slight pinch… which is fine as I’m used to a tiny prick.”

“Alright, out. Now.” 

“Why? You said you wanted my help?!” 

“Not anymore. Off you fuck.” Henry signalled towards the door.

“What? Are you pointing at something? I can’t tell.” He looked up at the ceiling and closed his eyes. “Oh darling, it’s really just a matter of perspective. I mean, if you took up the piano you could get really good...”

“Mm-hmm. If you’re gunna stick around hand me that duct tape.”

“What for?”

“Your gob. And this wire, come hold it for me.” She dutifully obliged, taking her time to look over his features.

“What? What flaws have you discovered now?”

“Were you after a list?” Henry tutted. “You know you really are making a fuss over nothing. You’ve got plenty of role models. What’s that Paul Newman film? Small Hand Luke?” He sighed.

“It’s Cool Hand Luke. Right, let me just align the casing and we’ll see if this bloody thing turns on.” 

“Righty-ho. Use both hands.” 

“Ollie, that’s your last warning.”

“Or what?”

“Okay, you asked for it.” Henry finished tightening the last screw and stood back to admire his handiwork. 

“… Oh my God, am I trapped in here? I can’t get my hand out!”

“Oh, that’s odd. Tell me, can you see these now?” He stuck two fingers up at her.

“Henry, let me out please—“

“Nope.” He pilfered the pack of crisps off the desk and made for the door.

“Wait! If you don’t let me out, who’s gunna do dinner?” Henry shrugged.

“I’ll get pizza.”

“But what about me?!”

“Well if you’re good I’ll bring you the crusts.” She sighed. “You could, of course, just apologise…”

“Never.”

“Nighty night, then.” Once again he headed for the door, this time stopping to turn off the light.

“HENRY!”

“What?”

“Don’t leave.” 

“Why not?” Henry still hadn't turned the light back on and all she could hear was him munching away in the dark.

“… Cos it’s scary.” He chuckled.

“Then say sorry.”

“Okay, just turn the sodding light back on and let me out!” Henry did as he was told, though he held down the casing once it was finally unscrewed.

“Well?” She sighed again. “Come on, I know you’ve got it in you. Dig deep.”

“… I’m sorry Henry.”

“For what?”

“For making the observation—“

“Nope. Try again.”

“For saying you have small hands. Though true, it wasn’t my place to point it out.” He shook his head and began screwing the casing back in place.

“Okay, okay… you’re right. Size is subjective.”

“Yes, but we both agree my hands are massive, both in proportion to my body and generally speaking. As are my cock and brains. Correct?” She pursed her lips.

“… What about your balls?”

“Ollie—”

“Can’t we just meet halfway and say average?” 

“No, cos that would be untruthful.”

“Fine. Just let me out.”

“Ah-ah. Apologise one last time. God knows when I’ll get to hear it again.” She took a deep breath.

“I’m sorry…” Henry smiled and finally released her. “That you’re small.” She tried to dart around him, but he was too quick and lifted her into his arms. “PUT ME DOWN KNOBHEADDD.”

“Nope. Come on now, don’t wriggle! Stop, stop, stop. Shhh, you’re not getting away!” Though she certainly tried. “Shush now, there we are,” Henry rocked her gently back and forth, “if you needed attention all you had to do was ask for it.” She gritted her teeth.

“Henry I will bite you.”

“No you won’t. Gimme a kiss and I’ll let go.” She wriggled harder and managed to get one foot on the floor. Eventually, she wrestled free.

“Ha! You can’t even handle me with two hands!” She staggered her way to the door, breathless but triumphant. “Oh, and your feet are small too.” Moments later he was carrying her over his shoulders. 

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[scorpionrising]

there's an ache in you, put there by the ache in me (pt. 4: i would fall from grace just to touch your face)

pairing: aemond targaryen x oc word count: 3996 content warning: see part 1

read part 1, part 2, and part 3 here

The thunder overhead was louder than it had been that night in Storm’s End; the rains more powerful, the winds more violent. Each strike of lightning illuminated Daena’s bedchamber just as bright as it was in the light of day. Unable to sleep, she threw her blankets off and dressed herself with all the modesty that a walk in the hour of the wolf called for. Restless, Daena roamed the high ceilinged corridors of Dragonstone until she ended up standing outside of Aemond’s apartments. Before she could stop herself, she curled her hand into a fist and hammered it against the wood. If she waited too long, she would lose her nerve. 

She stood at the door for what felt like ages, waiting for him to open it. When he did, her heart leapt into her throat. The fire blazing in the hearth within his chambers backlit him in an orange glow, seeming to set his silver hair ablaze. The eyepatch he had taken to wearing once more was gone and he was dressed for bed. She felt half guilty for drawing him out of the comforts of the furs, but quickly suppressed it as he opened his mouth.   

“I allowed you to speak without interruption, and now you must grant me the same courtesy,” Daena said, storming into Aemond’s chambers. 

Once in the warmth of his apartments, she allowed herself to be momentarily distracted by the loose trousers hanging off his hips and the bare plains of his chest. She cleared her throat to shake the thoughts from her mind and watched him close the door. 

“I…” She took a deep breath and clasped her hands together to keep from scratching, or— worse— touching her stomach. “Aemond—” She closed her eyes and steadied herself, unable to look at him as she spoke. “I love you. With every piece of my soul, I love you. I wish every single day that you had asked for my hand after the tourney and that all things were different a–and that— Gods, I— I do not have the words to tell you how my heart breaks as I mourn the future we never will have.” 

She opened her eyes then and saw that he was still frozen at the door. The space between them felt gargantuan, but she was stuck where she stood as well. 

“It was one of my mother’s final wishes for me to marry Jace, for me to be Queen in recompense for what was taken from her. I shall honor that wish, even if it takes me away from what I wish. Rhaenyra is Queen now, and I will marry Jace before the moon turns.” 

Aemond’s face betrayed nothing, but the tightness in his jaw told Daena everything. 

“I have a proposal for you,” Daena said quietly, stepping closer to him. “Join the Queensguard, become my protector in Ser Erryk’s stead, be at my side forever. I could be yours in all but name, and you could be mine.” Silence greeted her in response. She sniffled. “You may speak now.” 

He closed the space between them in two swooping steps, curling his hand around the back of her neck and pressing a bruising kiss to her lips. She kissed back for a moment, blindly— teeth gnashing against his, fingers roaming over the bare planes of his chest. Then, she caught hold of herself and broke the kiss. 

“Wait,” she said, panting. He kissed at her jaw and down her neck. “Aemond, wait— There is more you must hear before—” She licked her lips and pulled herself from his grasp. “I am pregnant.” 

He blinked, and then scoffed as his face went through the entire range of possible emotion. Daena chewed on her lip, bracing for whatever was to come. 

“Pregnant?”

“Yes,” she whispered. 

“And— And it’s— The child is… mine?” 

She rubbed angrily at the underside of her jaw, where his teeth had just recently been. It was madness to pursue this, but she nodded to confirm nonetheless. He appeared incredulous for a moment, scoffed quietly once more, and then ran a hand over his face. 

“You are certain?”

Daena nodded again. “Gerardys has confirmed it.” 

He swore, and she could not help but smile. How she loved seeing the raw, uncurated pieces of him. 

“And I am to stand aside and allow Jacaerys to raise my child?” 

Daena grit her teeth. “Yes, and then your child will sit the Iron Throne one day.” She licked her bottom lip and placed her hands on his shoulders. “Jace and I have discussed it. Now, the lineage is secure and the succession is settled.”

“How can you be sure he will not turn on you? Father his own bastards?” Aemond hissed.

“Because this child is Velaryon and Targaryen, regardless of which Targaryen prince fathered it. And this child will marry the eldest of Luke’s of the opposite sex,” Daena said. “We are family and we will protect each other, and you are included, Aemond.” 

“You cannot think they will accept me—”

“They will have to, because Jace and I have. And it is he and I who will soon make the rules.” 

Aemond’s face was a storm of conflicting emotions. Exhaling softly, she raised her palm to the injured side of his face. He leaned into her as she ran her thumb along the scar beneath his eye. 

“I know how much I am asking of you, Aemond… how unfair it is,” she whispered. “I wish it were easier, that we could merely… be. I wish you could call your child your own, but this is all I can offer you.” 

The familiar stinging of unshed tears pricked at her eyes and she sniffled loudly. 

“Will you take it?” 

There was a terrible moment of silence as Aemond stared at her, his mouth parted as his face for the first time showed nothing short of vulnerability. His stoic facade was discarded and she recognized suddenly how young he was, and how young she was herself. What madness they were thrust into with so much of their lives left to live. How much of his lifetime was she asking him to throw away, to spend in secrecy and lies? If he decided now to turn away from her, she would not blame him. 

She stepped away from him, and it seemed that was all he needed to act. He chased after her and circled his fingers around her wrist. His grip was tight but gentle all the same, insistent perhaps being a better word for it with how he pulled her back into him. 

“You love me?” he asked her.

She tucked her bottom lip beneath her upper teeth and nodded ever so slightly as she answered, “More than you know.” 

“Then, I will have you any way I can,” he said, and it sounded like a most solemn oath. 

She wanted his oath in marriage, she realized with a deep, sharp pang. A tear slipped down her cheek and she licked it away once it rolled onto her upper lip. Aemond traced its trail gently down her cheek and curled his hand around the side and back of her neck. With the hand he was not holding, she grabbed the waistband of his trousers and yanked him closer. He was grinning as he kissed her. 

Afterwards, she slipped out into the corridor feeling both great relief and a sadness she had never known before. They would never share a bed for more than a few passing moments at a time. They would never be truly alone with one another, able to settle into a moment without fear of being caught. Not for the first time, she thought about flying far away to a place her responsibilities could never reach her— a place she could raise her child beyond the schemes of King’s Landing. But it would be a coward’s thing to do. 

Two days later, Rhaenyra called Jace and Daena into her solar for a private midday meal. By the time Daena and Jace arrived from their training session, the table had already been set and goblets filled with Dornish red with all the servants dismissed. Daena and Jace exchanged a nervous glance, but walked forward together even as Rhaenyra looked at them both sharply. 

“Sit,” Rhaenyra instructed. “Daena, I went ahead and had raspberry tea brewed for you.”

Daena’s face burned and tried not to react, even as Jace’s eyes grew impossibly wide and he snapped his head up to look at her from across the table. She fought the urge to kick him. 

“Thank you,” Daena said quietly. 

From the corner of her eye, she watched Rhaenyra smile. The air in the room was tense, but as Daena could recognize a genuine smile from a fake one, she wondered if perhaps the tension was entirely of her own making. She forced herself to settle, relaxing into the chair while Jace was as rigid as she had ever seen him. He was poised to sprint off to evade the wrath of his mother Daena suspected would never befall him. Rhaenyra was no Jaehaerys, and Daena was no Saera. She lifted her chin and poured herself a cup of tea while returning Rhaenyra’s smile. 

“It is my understanding that you two wish to be wed within the next moon, yes?” Rhaenyra asked. 

Daena winced beneath the lie but surprised herself with how firm her voice was when she answered, “Yes.”   

Jace, across from her, nodded along. “The sooner the better!” 

Perhaps he was overselling it, because Rhaenyra pursed her lips. Though, Daena wagered the Queen had no illusions regarding her and Jace’s true feelings. If anything, she seemed to be trying to determine if they would crack under her weighty gaze more than anything else. It only made Daena more resolute. 

“Very well,” Rhaenyra said. “I will speak with Septon Horys on the morrow and we shall have you wed before the northern armies arrive.” 

Daena sipped on her tea, very pointedly not looking at Jace. If projections were correct, that would be in a mere few days. Evidently, her wedding would not be a great affair. She did not mind, no need to waste wartime resources on the greatest farce Westeros would ever come to know. 

“Wonderful,” Jace said after a lingering silence, bringing his goblet to his lips and taking a deep sip. 

Seasmoke landed in Dragonstone’s courtyard that night, and Daena ran weeping into her brother’s arms. Together, in her apartments, they mourned their mother over a flagon of sweetwine, each shedding their own fair share of tears. Laenor’s presence was a salve in her father’s absence, a stalwart fixture for her to lean against as she confessed her greatest sin of all: the anger she felt towards her mother when she left for Storm’s End over the betrothal decision. 

“You will not be a mere consort,” Laenor said after some time. “You will be Queen in your own right… Perhaps even better than our grandmother.” 

“That might be blasphemy, brother,” Daena said. 

The Good Queen’s shadow was one that loomed large, but Laenor was unrepentant. “Mother should have been Queen. We all know it, including Rhaenyra. Our grandmother went to her deathbed resolute in that fact. This is history mending itself, Daena. Be proud.”

The long list of sins and betrayals she had committed in the last few months tumbled past her lips, then. When she finished, Laenor was slack jawed and bug eyed. He closed his mouth and composed himself, going to speak several times and then stopping himself right away. 

Then, “I always assumed you had no interest in boys, you know.” 

In spite of everything, Daena snorted. She downed the rest of her sweetwine and poured another gobletful. Laenor snickered himself and then reached across the table to grab her wrist, suddenly serious. 

“Your soul is not so black as you think it is,” he told her gently. 

She sniffed. “Mayhaps, but I’ve still done grievous things.” 

“You mean you’ve fallen in love?” he asked, cracking a smile. “There could never be anything wrong with that, sweet sister.” 

Though she had craved Laenor’s comfort desperately, it did not ease all her worries as it might have several years ago. 

“Father will be pleased. A direct line to the Iron Throne— finally.” 

Daena shifted uncomfortably. While loved by both her parents, it was her father especially who doted on her as a child. It was he who put a sword in her hands, taught her to rig a sail and climb a mast, and encouraged fits of defiance and adventure in her all while promising to one day build her a Sea Snake of her own to sail around the world. She had been his little girl, his precious princess in all but title. But now she was just a pawn, sold off to further her parents’ ambitions. Had that been all she ever was for? 

“Yes,” she said idly, hand drifting to her stomach. “Now, history will be made of his name and blood.” 

Laenor knocked his cup against hers and downed whatever was left in it with a single gup. As he wiped the back of his thumb over his lips, he cocked his head to the side. 

“I should like to get to know Aemond,” he mused. “Seems only proper, considering he is the father of not just my nephew but my grandson as well.” 

Daena groaned, beginning to hate the rest of her life even more than she thought she would.     

The brief respite and peace they had come to know on Dragonstone shattered as quickly as a dropped glass. Jace and Daena were married in a rushed and private ceremony in Dragonstone’s sept at dusk two days after Laenor’s arrival, and after a small feast with the Lords who were already on Dragonstone to begin with, the newlyweds were sent off to bed. They had done away with the bedding ceremony for obvious reasons, but Daena still felt nauseous as she closed the door to her bedchamber behind Jace. 

They made a big show of rustling the sheets and shaking the bed to give off the impression of consummation, but grew tired of the charade after a while and just laid themselves down on opposite ends to stare up at the ceiling. 

“How do you feel?” Jace asked. 

“Well enough,” Daena said with a shrug. 

He huffed and punched his pillow. “I always thought I would feel different after marrying… perhaps like a true man grown.” 

“If we’d been allowed to follow our hearts, perhaps you would have,” Daena said quietly, fingers interlocked atop her stomach. “In another life… an easier, happier life.” 

He said nothing, only hummed. Then, after a moment, turned onto his side so that his back was facing her. Sighing, Daena kept her eyes on the bed canopy’s embroidered stars. 

Though invited, Aemond had not attended the wedding, and Daena was not sure whether or not she was relieved. Having to look at him while marrying another would have surely stung, but so did his absence. She wanted him— not whatever this half-life was bound to be. A very small, terrible part of her was furious with her mother for dying. An even larger and more terrible part wanted nothing more than to rip Aegon limb from limb for forcing her to have to honor her mother’s final wish. She counted the days until the assault on King’s Landing. She would burn the stones of the Red Keep to dust if that was what it took. 

Suddenly, she realized she understood Aemond’s horrible desire to go after Luke in a very real way. She would have her fire and blood. 

With a loud groan— that made Jace mumble in his sleep— Daena heaved herself upward and grabbed her robe. Wrapped in the northern-made article, she was instantly warmed from the chill in the air. She walked out into the solar and collapsed into a chair, burying her face in her hands. 

My fate is sealed, she thought resignedly. Concealed by the darkness, she began to well and truly weep. She continued to do so until the bells atop the citadel rang out and a dragon— Syrax— screeched out in pain. The doors to the bedchamber flung open, revealing a barefoot and wild eyed Jace. 

“Four rings. We’re under attack.” Jace quickly ran about the room, dressing himself. He did not waste any time fastening his sword to his waist, electing to brandish it wildly instead as he geared himself for going outside. “You should stay here.”

Daena scoffed. “I’ve fought more battles than you.”

His dark eyes flitted down to her stomach which had slowly started to reveal itself and then back up to her face. “Not in your current condition, you haven’t. That is our heir inside of you— my mother’s heir. I will not have you endanger either of your lives.” 

Daena grit her teeth, prepared to argue, but the wide eyed pleading of Jace was enough to halt her fury. This was her life now, and she had agreed to it. No longer a mother, but a future queen consort. It left a bad taste in her mouth, but she relented. 

The 

“Fine,” she said, “but only because I am with child.”  

She barred the door behind him and waited, sitting on the floor with her back to the wood. She would not rest, she would not sleep until the night was over. She stayed there with a white knuckle grip on the Valyrian steel dagger she had never given back to Aemond, straining her ears for any indication of danger. 

The only sounds she could hear were outside her window— dragons screeching, clashing. She dared not pull back the curtains to watch, unable to bear the thought of watching Jace fall from Vermax at worst. 

In her fear for Jace, she had not heard the approach of footsteps. When a fist slammed on the door, she scrambled upwards, prepared to lunge. 

“Daena!”

The knife clattered from her hand in relief. 

“Let me in,” Aemond said, voice tense. “Jace told me to stay at your side.”

Of course, he did — that honorable idiot. Relieved to no longer be alone, Daena unbarred the door so Aemond could slip inside. He had a sword in his left hand, dark blood dripping from the blade. His hands and night clothes were stained from the fight as well, but that mattered little to Daena. She took hold of his arms and pulled him towards her.

“Are you hurt?” she asked. 

He shook his head and pulled himself from her grip to lock and bar the door once more. 

“Ser Erryk is likely dead,” Aemond said. “Arryk certainly is.”

Cold dread settled in the pit of Daena’s stomach. The Greens had launched an assault on the island. A successful assault, at that. 

“Assassins,” Aemond said. “Arryk was the only Kingsguard that I saw. The rest seem to be hired swords.” He finally let go of his sword, letting it clatter loudly to the ground. There was a restless energy about him that she did not recognize as he walked over to the window. “It is Vermax against Tessarion out there.” 

Daena eyed Aemond carefully. “They’re here for you.” 

His own gaze shifted into something guarded. “And yet I am here. With you.” 

It was hard not to mistrust when it was his brother setting the port ablaze. He had been missing for the better part of the day, invisible when she needed him most. 

“I have no part in this,” he said quietly. 

“You were not at the wedding,” was her only response. 

He scoffed. “You hold that against me? Why would I wish to watch the woman I love marry another?” 

“I needed you by my side! To have your support and know that in spite of every reason you shouldn't, you still love me!” 

It was not in her nature to beg. She never had, but she would beg him to stay at her side. 

“I know this charade is painful, but we both must give it our all.”

“What I should do is kill Jacaerys and—”

“Do not finish that statement!” Daena yelled, storming over to him and pushing her face up into his. “Never think for a moment that because I love you that I will allow violence and harm done unto my family!” 

Her nostrils flared wide, the fear of the ambush long forgotten and replaced with the wild fire of her rage. She wanted her hands around his throat; his mouth on hers; her fist against his jaw; his fingers in her hair. She wanted to kill him. She wanted to devour him whole. She wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. 

Once her words hit him, he seemed to deflate a bit. He sighed loudly and stepped back to give her a breadth of space.

“Forgive me,” he said, holding his hands up in sign of surrender. “I have allowed my temper to get the better of me.”

“Yes.” She sniffed and crossed her arms over her chest. “And it is very unbecoming.” 

“You are right. I am meant to be keeping you safe and all I am doing is upsetting you,” he said. “I am being selfish.” 

“Enough self flagellating,” she said, waving her hands. “Just hold me.” 

She slipped easily into his embrace. He was at least half a head taller than her, so it was easy to rest her head against his chest, turning her face into the crook of his neck. His skin was warm as his pulse beat wildly against her lips. He held her close to him, molding her frame into his. Soon, her stomach would be far too large to allow for this. 

“I’m frightened,” she admitted. 

The clashing of dragons outside the window had stopped. One prince was victorious, and the other dead at the bottom of the bay. Daena could feel it in her bones. Jace had to be alive; she could not bear it if he were not. She could not offer up her child as Rhaenyra’s heir without him at her side.

“I never wanted any of this—” 

She stopped herself. Originally, she had not even wanted him. Now, he was the only thing she wanted. How interesting, the way priorities shift and turn. He cradled the back of her head, fingers slipping into the curls. 

“The babe,” he said softly after a long period of silence. “You should rest.”

She leaned her head back and glared up at him. “You truly think I can rest in a time like this? We are under attack, Aemond, and I am confined to this room!” 

“You are not confined. You are being kept safe,” he reminded her in a tone that was far more gentle than she ever gave him credit for being. “It is not just about you now, and you know that.”

She was not fit for this role, to live under the oppressive shadow of her great-grandmother’s legacy. There was a reason she never wanted Driftmark, why she fought so hard for Luke to inherit. The blood of Valyria boiled beneath the skin, threatening to burn her alive faster than dragonfire. If she could escape the madness of the throne, the venom of King’s Landing, she could be free. She could evade the curse of Targaryen women. 

Who among them lived to see true old age? Who among them died free, unbound from the shackles of husbands who fucked them into an early grave? 

When Jace came hammering on the door hours later, shouting out her name in a panicked frenzy, Daena knew. The hollow look in his eyes, the tortured wrench of his mouth, the trembling hands dark with blood. He met her gaze and it would have been less heartbreaking if he cried. 

“My mother is dead.”  

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THE ENGAGEMENT (roaring 20s tossing pennies in the pool) | (c.l)

note: so i significantly struggled with this one y’all can ask @hey-kae but I adored how this turned out, Aubrey and Charles are now my new babies and we must protect them at all cost. I hope y’all have a happy reading and enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it

pairing: charles leclerc x female character/oc

summary: in which Aubrey and Charles find themselves feelings things they shouldn’t and wanting more than what they already have

warning: pure fluff, use of alcohol.

word count: 5.6K (it’s a longie)

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His hands were shaking from excitement with only the thought of finally seen her again, he could finally hug her and have her in his arms after what it seem like an alarmingly long two weeks without her.

He had left a week before Bahrain to Maranello so he could check out the car and to talk strategies, familiarize himself with new workers, and also to blow off some steam before the craziness of the start of the season, and then he had flown straight to Bahrain for the race, a race where he had taken P1 and had been very pleased with the results.

And even though he had won and it had been a very productive two weeks there hadn’t been a moment where he didn’t think about her, and how much he missed her and wished she was there with him.

Because yes, there was FaceTime and texts and instagram and some weird app that she made him download where they send drawings and pictures to each other but all of that wasn’t enough he wanted to be with her, to be able to hug her and for her to the first person that he celebrates his win with.

But she was still in college, on her last year, thankfully, she was set to graduate with honors at the end of the year, and maybe then he would take her with him to the races all around the world because that’s where he wanted her to be, with him, always, not like she isn’t now but still.

I mean she did promise to go to Australia with him to be his “lucky charm” and time couldn’t past fast enough.

Right now he was standing with his back pressed against his Ferrari patiently waiting for the clock to hit 2:35pm, the time of finish of Aubrey’s last class and since he couldn’t really wait till later to see her he had drove directly from the airport to her college where he was now waiting for her outside of the very fancy Université internationale de Monaco where she studied.

He was set to see her later that day since he was supposed to land almost at nightfall, for a dinner she had promised him for his win,

he had denied saying it wasn’t that big of a deal and that it was only the first race of the season but she had insisted and since he could never denied her he had no choice but to agree.

But since he wanted to surprise her he decided to leave Bahrain as quick as he was allowed to, skipping the after parties and taking the jet so he could arrive at Monaco earlier than planned to pick her up and surprise her.

He had missed her too much to wait till nightfall to see her.

Yes he was terribly jet lagged but it was all going to be worth it the moment he’ll be able to held her in his arms again.

Everyone had joked about it during the off-season, saying how it was going to be hell for the both of them when the season started again and Charles would be back to his constant traveling back and forth around the globe, considering the fact that during the break they barely left each other’s side, anywhere Aubrey went Charles would follow, the f1 driver constantly driving her and picking her up at her college and even though she stated that she was perfectly able to drive her car he knew she loved it since she never really protested.

And by the end of the break Aubrey was living with him with more of her clothes at his apartment than hers with the excuse that his place was closer to her college than hers and that it was easier for the both of them that way.

It was a vile lie but they truly didn’t care.

And if this two weeks apart had taught them anything was that everyone was right and that they were truly miserable without the other.

But now he was back and yes he did had to leave to Saudi Arabia soon but he still had some time with her and that was enough for the monegasque that stood anxiously waiting to see her again.

(…)

All she wanted to do was to see him, and all she had thought about since her statistics class started was him.

To say she was miserable without him was the understatement of the year.

For the past two weeks she had barely put her phone down, always texting him and calling him on FaceTime whenever one of them had time off, her from college and him from his press conferences and obligations as a f1 driver.

She knew it was going to be difficult once he was set to leave, but it never occurred to her that it was going to be this unbearable, all she had done for the past two weeks since he left was missing him.

It was kinda strange, I mean this wasn’t the first time Charles had left to race, but this was definitely the time where she was struggling the most, she even found herself sobbing after dropping him off at the airport, and then some more in her apartment while she cried watching all the pictures that she had on her folder with the driver, something that hadn’t really happened before, but she had just tried to convince herself that it was because of the fact that they had spent way more time together in the last break than usual.

And there was also the fact that with covid ending she didn’t have as much freedom with college, since online classes had ended she was back to going to college at least four days a week, making it way more difficult for her to accompany the driver in his travels around the globe.

Or at least those were the reasons she repeated herself in an attempt to convince herself that what was happening to her was just a girl missing her best friend and nothing else.

Right?

The clock hit 2:40pm and suddenly her class had finished and thank god it had because all those numbers were boring her to death.

Well not like she was actually trying to focus but still.

When the professor said his goodbyes and left the classroom she shook her head getting herself out of her Charles induced trance while standing up from her desk and freeing her hair out of the ponytail that she was sure was giving her a headache.

She replayed in her head all the things she had to do before seeing the driver, since she had lied to him a little about how they were going to celebrate his win.

She had borrowed her parents vacations place and invited some of their mutual friends to throw him a small party, including some of the formula 1 drivers such as Daniel, Max, Lando, and obviously Pierre and Carlos and all their respective girlfriends.

She was very excited, she loved to throw parties for her friends, especially for Charles, and around the small country everyone knew about Aubrey Berkshire and her legendary parties.

Of course today wasn’t going to be a way too over the top event since they were only going to be at her parents house with a lot of booze but still.

She was the daughter of two of the most influential people of Monaco, her father owning half of the city of Montecarlo and her mother being the most famous interior designer of the whole Europe and Asia.

Everyone knew who her family was, and who she was.

Sometimes it bother her, sometimes it didn’t but Charles always used to say to her that at least she didn’t had a bunch of paparazzi and crazy fans that needed to know how and why they breathed.

She smiled as the driver once again entered her mind, a flutter in her stomach as the anticipation to see him became bigger and bigger.

What she didn’t knew was that he was right outside, waiting for her and her only.

(…)

When he saw her getting out of the big college building he thought the excitement was way too much to fill his body.

She had her AirPods on as always and she was wearing a hoodie that he could recognize everywhere because it was his, her long blonde hair was resting on her shoulders and she a bright smile adorned her face as she said her goodbyes to her friends.

She looked beautiful.

And so he picked up his phone from his pocket, as he stared at her who was walking with her eyes blindly on her phone as she seem to be texting somebody with an even bigger smiled than before, and he would be lying if he said he didn’t wish that whoever she was texting to was him.

And as if a fairy godmother had heard him the phone buzzed on his hand showing three texts from the blonde.

Bree <3💘

Just got out of class

14:48

Tonight can’t come fast enough I can’t wait to see you

14:48

Also smooth operator is playing on my phone rn, tell Carlos I miss him

14:49

He smiled like a dork at his phone as he watched her type from the distance completely immerse in their conversation, and so he replied with something he knew would get her attention out of the small screen.

And so he started tying.

Charles 🏎️🖤

Is that the hoodie that you said you totally did not have?

14:59

As soon as the text marked read on his phone her eyes shifted from her phone her head lifting and starting to look around everywhere and when they finally lock eyes after two excruciating weeks Charles felt that his heart was going to come out his chest considering it was beating faster than the f1 car he drove for a living.

And suddenly in a split of a second she was running towards her and he was too, pushing past all the bunch of students that were constantly in and out of the building.

“Charles!” She called excitement filling her voice, her long blonde hair sparking in between the crowd.

And then he felt herself crashing against him her arms wrapping around his neck at same his arms find their way around her waist, and as he breathed her characteristic coco beach smell in her hair and his face found the crook of her neck he felt like a weight was lifted off his shoulders and like he could finally breath like he should again.

Bree felt like she was finally where she was supposed to be, she felt safe, at home even.

And that scared the crap out of her.

But at the same time both felt like all the wait and texts and calls were worth it because they were on each other’s arms, and Charles at least didn’t plan on letting her go anytime soon.

“I missed you so much” she mumbled against him burying her face on his chest while he left small kisses on her shoulder.

He hug her even more tightly when he felt her sobbing against him, he continued to take her beach like scent as it invaded his nostrils remembering how back in Bahrain when he found himself missing that beachy scent that it was constantly imprinted on all of his clothes, he never ever thought he would find himself missing someone’s smell but he could never get enough from Aubrey.

“I missed you too” he mumbled back with his face back deep in her neck making her giggle at the ticklish feeling of his breath and beard against it.

He held her close as he lifted her feet off the ground, wanting to have her as close as humanly possible as she chuckled keeping her wrapped tightly around his neck.

“I thought you arrived later today.” she questioned as he put her down, gently brushing her fingers agains his cheeks and the back hair of his neck, him still smiling against her.

“I skipped Bahrains celebrations to see you earlier, I kinda missed you too much to wait till tonight” he admitted as they both separated, him taking her bag out of her grasp so he could carry it for her.

“Yeah well, I’ve missed you way too much too, and I have constant FaceTime calls and my college friends to prove it” she joked as he placed his hand on her back guiding her to his Ferrari.

“Believe me when I tell you that all the other drivers on the grid asked about you and told me to bring you to the next races with me, even some reporters asked about you on the weekend I think they like you more than me”

“Yeah well I am indeed amazing” she praised herself as Charles laughed opening the car door for her.

“Yeah yeah whatever”

“That’s why you love me so very much” she added making him roll his eyes as he got in the car himself, when he closed the door behind him Aubrey smiled at him and leaned in pressing a soft kiss on his cheek.

“Congrats on your first win of the season” she whispered softly as Charles smiled and started the car to the girl’s place placing his hand on her thigh.

“Thanks mon ange, I have so much to tell you”

“Ouh, do tell”

(…)

When they arrived at Aubrey’s place, they decided they would order takeout and watch TV as they catch up on their two weeks they were apart, Charles telling her everything about the race and the race weekend, and the awesome food they served at the hotel and she told him about her million exams and how her car was just out the mechanics and how she planned to drive him to dinner today on her brand updated Mercedes.

“Yeah that’s not gonna happen” he stated taking a sushi roll into his mouth as his best friend look at him with an offended expression.

“Why not?!” She asked slapping his shoulder.

“Because I can’t be seen in a Mercedes, we’ve had this conversation a million times before, I’m so getting you a Ferrari for your birthday”

“Like I could ever drive that monstrosity of a car”

“They are better, you know”

“Says the one that drives them for a living”

They both laughed as they filled themselves with all the Japanese food they could put in their stomachs, then they decided they would watch some trashy reality TV show on the girls room, but what they didn’t count was the exhaustion the pair shared, making them fall asleep in the first 15 minutes of the episode, Charles because he was terribly jet lagged and Aubrey because college had her exhausted and she could barely catch any sleep during her week of finals.

So they slept in, Charles wrapping his arms around Aubrey’s waist while she laid peacefully in his chest with her face buried in his neck with their legs intertwined with each other, Aubrey fell asleep first of course giving into Charles hands softly brushing her hair and his sweet tells whispering to her that if she wanted to sleep she should and then Charles followed not long after joining his Bree with soft snores.

Hours passed quickly with the reality show playing on the back not one of them being bothered by it.

But after 5 hours in, both sound sleep cuddled with each other Aubrey’s phone started to rang loudly waking them both.

“Mmm, what’s that sound?” Charles mumbled as he rubbed his eyes with his free hand whilst pressing Aubrey against him with the arm that was wrapped around her making her groan as a response from the annoying ring of the phone.

“I think it’s my phone” she replied softly as she palm the bed looking for her phone with her eyes still half closed.

“Why do you have your phone in sound in the first place?” He asked covering his face with one of her pillows as she freed herself out of his grasp to pick up the urgent caller who just wouldn’t give up.

When the phone screen phone lit up directly to her face showing the name of Pierre Gasly confusion showered her face as she answered.

“What?” She asked clearly annoyed and still very much sleep.

“Well hello to you too missy” Pierre responded as he laughed at her hostile attitude. “Where the hell are you? I didn’t know which booze you wanted so I ordered all of them”

“What are you talking about Pierre?” She mumbled scratching her eyes and leaving her place beside Charles from the bed.

“What do you mean what am I talking about cherié? You’re supposed to bring the champion boy over here in about an hour and a half to the party at your parents house, or have you forgotten?”

And then suddenly it hit her, Charles and her had fallen asleep, and they were going to be late for the party that she had organized for him.

“Oh fuck”

“Well that doesn’t sound good” Pierre said while he listened to her cursing.

“Charles and I fell asleep you just woke me up” she admitted as she walk up back to the bedroom with Charles.

Pierre burst out in laughter in the other side of the line as she rolled her eyes, she climbed to the bed beside Charles while he kept on rambling half asleep wrapping his arms around her waist pulling her back into the bed with him.

“Charlie wake up bébé” she whispered softly in his ear as he groan and pressed her against him, making her stomach flutter and her cheeks redden.

“Bébé? Oh guys please tell me you finally did it” Pierre exclaim excitedly from the phone that continued to be pressed against her ear.

“Goodbye Pierre, will be there” she said as she hung up, Charles still pressing her against him with his face buried deep in her hair.

“Charlie please wake up, we need to get ready or will lose or reservation” she pleaded petting his hair and whispering softly against his ear trying to wake him up.

“Fuck the reservation, I want to stay here, with you Bree” he mumbled against her as she tried and failed to push him away.

“Charles it was really hard to get this reservation, please, I want to celebrate your win since I didn’t get to un Bahrain” she begged once again as Charles kept on refusing, groaning and complaining.

“You really want this?” He asked, because yes he was tired but he did wanted to celebrated with her, and she had been gushing about that place for months so it didn’t feel right to ruin that for her.

And since he didn’t had the chance to celebrated leaving so early from Bahrain it would feel nice to celebrated the third win of his career with the person he wanted to the most.

But at the same time Aubrey’s bed felt incredibly comfortable.

“Yes Charlie please” she asked again with her fingertips massaging his scalp in an attempt to convince him.

And like he said before, he could never denied her. “Fine”

“Yes! Okay cherié I’m going to shower there’s a ton of your clothes in the third drawer and in one of the hangers there’s that dressed shirt I stole from you that day we crashed that wedding” she said as she pushed him again finally freeing herself since he soften his grasp to run to the bathroom.

“Yes ma’am”

“Okay you’ll need to hurry, get dressed or use the other bathroom if you wanna shower, love you!” She shouted as she slammed her bathroom door shut leaving him in the bed.

Charles groaned loudly as he made himself get out of the comfortable bed.

He sure hoped that dinner would be good.

(…)

He had been ready for about ten minutes, he got into that shirt Aubrey told him to and then some pants he found.

Aubrey on the other hand was struggling.

“Should I do a ponytail?” She shouted from the bathroom with a curly iron on one of her hands her head showing just barely through the door.

“I really do love your hair down, didn’t you say we were going to be late mon ange?” He reminded her softly.

“Yes, yes I’m ready, sorry” she said still in the bathroom, Charles hearing all the rumbling and noise all of her make up and stuff did as she kept moving around it.

She finally came out a couple of minutes later and Charles felt his jaw drop and mouth get dry.

“Do I look alright?” She ask innocently as she came out of the room with a white mini dress that hugged her figure almost perfectly.

He had gifted her that dress a few weeks back when they travelled together to the Amalfi coast before the season started.

She looked just so pretty.

He always had thought that Aubrey was one of the most beautiful girls he’d ever looked at but that sight of her in that dress made him feel like the room felt hotter and his pants were tighter at the same time it made his heart almost beat out of his chest. And yes it was kinda overwhelming that her just wearing a dress made him feel that way, but he didn’t really mind.

Because it was Bree, always his Bree.

“You look stunning Bree” he complimented as he walk towards her, her cheeks tinting red.

“You think?” She asked as she placed her hands on both of his shoulders as she rubbed them softly trying to get rid of the wrinkles in the white dress shirt.

“I know it, you’re the most beautiful human being I’ve ever seen” he said truthfully because he believed it making her laugh nervously.

“Well thank you cherié, you look very handsome yourself” she said grabbing her purse and then intertwining his hand with his to leave the apartment.

“Oh by the way we need to stop by my parents beach house to grab a few things they ask and I had forgotten” she reminded him while she locked the door behind her and threw him the car keys.

“What? We are so not going in your Mercedes!” He protested while she ignored him making her way to the elevator.

“C’mon cherié will be late and Pierre will have both of our heads” she hushed him pulling his arm as he rolled his eyes entering the elevator knowing he couldn’t win that fight even if he wanted to.

“I hate you”

“No you don’t”

“You’re right I don’t”

(…)

“Remind me again, why are we here?” Charles asked as he parked the Mercedes G 500 on the parking lot of the beach house of the Berkshire family, Aubrey on the passenger seat playing with the rings on his fingers, making him smiled at her.

“We need to get some stuff my parents ask me to get the other day, I didn’t get them because I forgot and now my mom is driving me nuts about some silver tableware that I obviously don’t have” she explained as they both undid their seatbelts and got of the car, Aubrey quickly found her place besides Charles as he wrapped her arm around her shoulders her intertwining theirhands, Charles following into the big mansion with no complaints while nodding.

He smiled as he recalled all the summers he had spent in that very same house when Aubrey and him were younger, he remembered how they would sneak out at earlier hours in the morning to watch the sunrise, how Aubrey would always find herself in his room when thunderstorms made themselves present and how both of them would stay awake till morning watching movies and talking about the most stupidest things, their friend Pierre Gasly sometimes joining them in their terrible schemes.

“Remember that time I took you to cut your hair and your mom almost killed us both?” He asked her making her laugh.

“Oh believe me, if my dad hadn’t been there she would’ve murdered us in cold blood” they both burst out in laughter remembering the look on Aubrey’s mom face when the girl arrived with a buzz cut at age 14, the poor woman almost passing out at the sight of her sweet daughter looking like a boy.

“Okay you wait in the living room while I go look for the stupid silverware tableware” she mumbled while she opened the big white doors of the house, Charles smiled as he separated from her to seat in the living room couch to wait for her.

Aubrey quickly made her way into the kitchen, leaving Charles in his own in the immense living room she took off her heels in an attempt to not let him notice that she wasn’t going to the kitchen dropping the white Jimmy Choo’s in the hallway floor, she had texted Pierre on their way there asking the French man to hide in the backyard with all the other invites and apparently they had done a good job because if she hadn’t organize that party by herself she probably wouldn’t have know that all of that people was hidden in silence of the backyard by the pool.

Charles buried himself in the comfort of the couch of the living room, knowing that it was probably a million dollar couch considering who Aubrey’s parents were and started checking his tiktok waiting for his best friend to go to the restaurant.

Meanwhile at the backyard Pierre and Aubrey and all their other friends may their way into the mansion, champagne bottles in each of their hands, Charles having no idea of what was about to happen.

And suddenly in the split of a second bottles were burst open and the driver was bathe in champagne.

“Surprise!” Everyone shouted at the now swamped Charles as he laughed making his dimples show and eyes shrink, Aubrey’s heart skipping a beat at the sight of seeing her best friend being so happy.

Pierre who was beside quickly placed his hand behind her back as he pushed her towards him, and Charles didn’t even hesitate to wrap the blond girl in a tight champagne soaked hug as everyone continued to bathe the driver and now her in the expensive drink.

“Thank you so much Bree, I love you” he thanked her face buried in her hair as her fingers caressed through the back of his neck brushing his hair softly, and as Charles thanked her and she kissed his shoulder, the monegasque knew he meant every word that he whispered in the comfort of their hug, that even when they were surrounded by a bunch of people clapping at the sight of them, it was just them like it always had been, he knew he loved her like he had never loved anyone before as she whispered like a sacred promise how much she loved him too, he hoped she meant it the same way he did.

“Okay lovebirds, let’s get this party fucking started!” Pierre Gasly shouted and everyone cheered back, the pair finally separating as the French man approached them with a bottle of champagne in each hand.

“Bree, mon amour, I think you should do the honors of pouring the very first sip of alcohol into the mouth of the guy this is all about” both drivers nodded while Pierre handed to her the bottle of Champagne, Aubrey chuckled softly while Charles gave her a small grin as he opened his mouth those bright green eyes staring at her expectantly and almost daring.

So Aubrey stood on her tip toes and found some kind of balance when Charles placed both his hands at the sides of her waist to give her support as she placed her hand on Charles jaw to keep him still feeling him gulp under her touch she leaned on to Charles ear to whisper.

“Congratulations cherié”

And with that she poured the entire champagne bottle into Charles’ face, Pierre bursting out in laughter while she pushed Charles off of her rapidly escaping the racing driver.

“Making a run for it doll!” Pierre screamed at the girl while handing a bottle of champagne to the honor guest that went right behind her with the bubbly drink in hand.

“No Charles! Please!” She begged as she tried and failed to push the backyard door open.

“You’re so dead Bree” And that was the last thing that Pierre was able to hear as the girl got sprayed while screaming with Charles laughing.

(…)

They were all drunk.

Aubrey and Pierre had a competition on who could do more tequila shots and saying it had ended poorly was an understatement considering that Pierre was currently puking behind some bushes and Aubrey and Charles were sitting in the edge of the big pool, Aubrey resting her head on Charles shoulder as she whispered silently to him how everything was spinning.

Charles arm was placed around her, as they supported each other and try to keep their balance in their conjoined drunkness and Lando behind them was in control of the music asking to be called “DJ Norris”.

All of their other friends apart from the drivers were there, Aubrey’s best friend from preschool Bianca had sneak off into the mansion with her boyfriend Luke that was one of Charles’ best mates.

Aubrey was carelessly playing with Charles hand and his rings like she was in the car when the very recognizable beat of a song started playing making the girl shriek in excitement Charles rolling his eyes knowing what was about to come.

Lover by Taylor Swift started playing.

“Oh my god! Charles we need to dance get up” she said as she rapidly pull her feet up from the pool, Charles carefully placing his arms around her for support and in a shielding way in case she lost her balance.

“I don’t really feel like dancing mon amour, plus you’re as drunk as one can get” he said to her when she was finally safely standing beside him pulling his arm so he would dance with her.

“C’mon cherié, we are on our roaring 20s tossing pennies in the pool, we can dance it off, dance with me pleaseeee” she pouted knowing he wouldn’t say no to her.

“Did you just quoted a Taylor Swift song while asking me to dance a Taylor Swift song?” He asked in disbelief half smiling up at her.

“Yes because this is her world and we’re just living in it, now get up before I make you” she threatened still pulling his arm, Charles resigning finally getting up from the side of the pool.

She jumped excitingly to then drag him away from the pool to be nearer the music as her arms wrapped his shoulders and his hands found her waist.

Charles couldn’t help but stared at her, her cheeks tinted lightly with red, her hair completely wet from the pool and the small remaining trail of champagne smell that still followed her, her giving him a weak smile and in that silence of a moment with a cheesy Taylor Swift song playing in the back he couldn’t help but think she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

Can I go where you go?

And as Charles stared at Aubrey like she was the only girl he could ever dare to look at, while she smiled at him like he was the only boy in the whole world.

He wanted to kiss her.

And she wanted to kiss him too.

Can we always be this close?

And in that intimacy of a drunken dance, they realized that maybe her parents, his mom and siblings, the other drivers, their friends and basically everyone were right when suggesting that maybe their were meant to be just best fiends.

And so Charles leaned towards her and their breaths suddenly mixed and everything was perfect as their lips almost touched.

Almost.

“WE’RE ENGAGED!” Suddenly Bianca, Aubrey’s best friend shouted running out of the house with the biggest smile ever seen, as she shook her left hand with excitement.

“WHAT?” Aubrey throwing a little jump back from Charles as they both snapped from their trance and away from the other, Aubrey completely separating from the driver to meet her friend, that wrapped her arms into her to then show her the big rock that now adorned her ring finger.

Everyone cheered as Luke her boyfriend joined the pair of best friends who were crying happy tears, Aubrey hugging her tightly.

All the people around them now started to celebrate not only Charles but now the newly engaged couple and as Charles congratulated his friend, his eyes connected with Aubrey’s as an unnamed tension kept surrounding the both of them.

What they didn’t know was the things weren’t always as easy as they looked at, and that Charles’ uncharged phone had a bunch of texts that would complicate the pair of best friends a little too much.

——

A/N: I literally want what they have, Aubrey and Charles supremacy, hope you liked it!

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc fic #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x oc #f1 oneshot #charles leclerc blurb #charles leclerc one shot #charles leclerc drabble #f1 fic #charles leclerc x female character #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #ferrarri #charles leclerc angst #f1 one shot #f1 x oc #charles leclerc x reader #f1 angst #charles leclerc fluff #friends to lovers

[miniimoose]

I tried my hand at writing something for my Irken OC, Min. (it's only 1k words, so it's a short read)

I wanted to work out a scenario for her without having to draw out a whole comic. Hope you enjoy!

Feedback/Thoughts would be appreciated, and the bulk of the writing is under the read-more.

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On the way to Scout her next assigned sector of space, a galaxy or two over, Mins downtime was suddenly interrupted by the loud alert of an Irken Pak's automatic Emergency Signal. She quickly straightened up, accepting the responsibility of responding and opened the informational window on her console.

Hm. She may be the closest Irken to the signal, but that doesn't mean it would be a quick trip to get over to them. She was already 2 days out from her next Scouting sector, and going out to this injured Irken would triple that travel time.

Min didn't have a choice either way, and would just have to deal with the annoyance. On the upside, she was looking forward to hands on experience with the internals of a Pak again. The simulations get a bit repetitive, and she knew her own Pak inside and out.

~

"Let me get this straight. A creature, native to this planet, got inside your pak and started messing with its internals?" Min asked, clarifying the rambling and nervous story that was just told to her over the past 15 minutes.

"Yes" the injured Irken in front of her replied, nodding his head. "That's exactly what happened."

"Squeeb's Pak hasn't functioned right since! The panels keep flashing red, and it's annoying" the remaining Irken, Floop, added in.

"And I have no energy. Can't even open my snack jar anymore!" Squeeb complained.

Min waited a beat for any more explanations, before finally trying to move things along. 

"OK. Well, I'll need to get a look inside to figure out how bad the damage is. Do you have somewhere with better light?"

She could swear Squeeb's cheeks got a shade bluer as she spoke.

"Yes, yes! Of course. Just. Um. F-Follow me" stuttered Squeeb, getting up and leading Min towards their elevator, taking the pair deeper into the base, leaving Floop behind.

Was he giving her the Stink eye? 

The elevator ride was a little awkward. Squeeb anxiously rubbing his arm as they descended. Maybe he was worried Min was going to break something and make things worse? 

Before she could say anything to reassure her patient, they arrived to the right floor. 

The two stepped out into a standard Irken medbay, Squeeb shuffling over and sitting on the swivel chair in the middle of the room. He did look a little more gaunt under the brighter lights. 

Perhaps the Pak wasn't processing sugars correctly? 

Only one way to find out. 

"Hopefully this won't take long" Min reassured her patient, pulling up her own chair and adjusting the heights for optimal positioning. 

Squeeb was tense, but he stiffened up even more as Min reached forward and opened up the panels of his Pak to get a look inside, letting out a nervous squeek.

"You don't have to worry, I know what I'm doing" Min told him, adjusting the magnification of her goggles and reaching into the Pak.

"I trained for a few years before my Assignment was changed to Scout, you know. I even worked under Spor--" 

She cut herself off, too confused to continue her humble brag. 

"You said a creature did this to you?" 

"Yes, a creature. Why? Is something wrong? Is it bad? Oh God, it's bad isn't it?" her patient stressed. 

"If a creature caused this" Min started, as she pulled something out of the confines of his Pak, "then how did a glove get back here?"

"He left his GLOVE in my PAK?" Squeeb exclaimed, shifting around in his chair and snatching it from Mins grasp. "How-- How stupid can he be!? How do you leave your GLOVE?!"

The quick shift had rotated her patient around fully, stopping Min from further access to her work.

He seemed to have forgotten she was in the room as he spoke to himself. That was, until Min wheeled closer, reaching to turn his chair back around. The moment he snapped back to reality, his face went bright blue. No question he was fully blushing now. 

Squeeb clammed up again, quickly spinning back into position and hiding his embarrisment in one motion. "I-- I don't know how that got back there."

An obvious lie, but Min didn't want to challenge that right now. 

"I just need to check the damage" she told him carefully, going back to poking around the complex machinary. "and look for anything else... Out of place."

...

...

"It's Floops glove, ok?" the anxious irken explained, breaking the silence and shifting in his chair.

"He- He was being gentle, and didn't mean to break anything. I know messing with Pak's without any training is outlawed by the Control Brains but-"

Min had to remove her hands and stop what she was doing, lest she knock into something important as the chatty irken started talking with his hands.

"We're so far from Irk! We thought it would be fine, and if we were careful enough, nothing would go wrong! But nooo, of course it's not that easy. It started BEEPING and scared us both. Floop must have jolted and broken something in there." Squeeb continued, gripping and twisting the lone glove in his hand. 

Min couldn't get a word in edgewise, even if she wanted to -- which she did. She wanted nothing more than to fix this guys Pak and flex her technician muscles. But it was impossible with the paks owner so worked up. 

"And of course he swore it was fine, but I knew, I knew something must have happened. His glove probably got stuck between something and he just took it off instead of wiggling it fr--- AAAH!" 

The endless complaining was finally stopped by Min as she put both hands in his Pak and clicked the release, detaching it from the Irkens back. 

"What are you doing?" he gasped, his 10 minute life clock flashing across his vision. 

Min wordlessly wheeled her chair over to the closest wall, pulling down a thick pipe and plugging it into the open holes in Squeebs back. The life clock disappeared as quickly as it arrived. 

"You'll be fine, I just need to work on this in peace" Min told him dryly, getting up and carrying the pak carefully into the attached room. She probably needed to work on her bedside manner.

#Oc: Min #Fanfic #Fic #Writing #Drabble #Invader zim #Iz #Iz oc #Irken oc #Irken #Pak Technician #Irken pak #Pak #Iz oc fic #Iz oc fanfic #iz fic #moose writing

[w98pops]

TW: SUICIDE MENTION, VIOLENCE

i knew i said i would take a little break, but ive been mentally declining a lot and drawing my silly guys is my way of coping. I never actually properly drew Wendy from 2301, so im filling in the blanks.

I'd like to think of her as a person who never actually... grows up. She just kinda gets taller and more sad over time. Wendy was always very vulnerable but cheerful, and House kinda groomed her into a serious and politically aware person, still unbelievably vulnerable but a viable subject nonetheless. I always had this problem with writing her relationship with another canon character, no one realistically would give a fuck about her and her opinions. Sure, maybe Arcade will pity Wendy because she's "stupid" from a neurotypical point of view, but other than that, she doesn't have any weight in any political conversation that's going on in the Mojave. So I made her really fucking stubborn. Annoyingly so. Wendy just... gets the job done. She's resourceful, efficient and very easy to manipulate. A perfect fit for a House's courier, I think. She doesn't question his orders, she does not care for consequences as long as she has House as her cover (a trait she inherited from her step-father) and she's sometimes sociopathic and numb to voices of empathy. Not in a "edgelord murder killer girl" way but more like. She doesn't see people who hurt her as humans. A coping mechanism that would probably be the end of her, sometime in the future. I mean, she did confront Benny and got really physical. There was no way she could've win a fight against a grown ass man, and Benny did beat the shit out of her, but in the end he was the one with a cracked open skull. I just like to think that her pure madness and helplessness was enough to fuel her mind and overpower something she had no chance against in the first place. SPEAKING OF CHANCE. That's why I think she would totally get along with Chance, the Khan from the comic. I don't really put a thought about how he would've survived or joined her, but they're pretty much soulmates. They have very different backgrounds, personalities, literally anything, but Chance recognises her rage. Her inability to do what's right and the constant fight against unfightable (?) circumstances she's facing every day. I'd like to think he's autistic too. As a treat.

So yeah, she's super uncertain about anything in her life, and that makes her a very useful tool in the hands of a right man. Mr. House mastefully manipulated her personality in a conventional way, taught her the secret and mysterious knowledge of "masking" and sat her down for a few years to teach her ways of the capital and created this really sad but smart and charismatic politician with no real political voice whatsoever. She's also very cute and sweet looking so yeah. He made himself a Tandi. 😭😭 Also he scanned her brains, which would totally not be a big plot point for the future.

Almost perfect, but Sharky is here too, for some reason. He's the biggest pain in the House's ass since Benny. He has a certain emotional intellect, not easy to bribe or manipulate in mental or physical way, he really fucking cares for his sister, and is very aware of the things The Big Guy does to her. See, Sharky wasn't raised by his sister, she was a child herself at that time, and his mother didn't play much role either, too busy bickering with Aletus and then later too busy drinking and fucking in Gomorrah. Sharky was raised by the Strip and the rules of Wasteland. He might not be the smartest guy alive, but emotionally he's mature beyond belief. He's very observant, empathetic and cunning person. Even tho he was mute most of his childhood because of child neglect and untreated autism, he has incredible social skills and a Yes-man in his basement he found while renovating the Tops. He has a plan. Not a good one, but a plan nonetheless.

I have so much OC material I'm ought to write a fanfic. Or a comic, idk. In my dreams, sure, but it's still refreshing to talk about my ocs and draw them, and recieving feedback and praise for my storytelling skills 😭😭😭 it means a lot. Thank you all for reading this far!!!

#fallout #fallout new vegas #fnv #oc: wendy #oc: sharky

[chitsuu]

OC Kiss Week 2024: Almost

Doing this little challenge this week, with my FFXIV character and his husband (@kitshunette's son)!

Also, I'm not much of a writer, but I decided to write a little something for each drawing, little windows in their story (which is also why I'm using the @ockissweek prompt list but not in order)

Elidivien blocked the coming blow, and tried to land one in return. It was promptly deflected and both he and his sparring partner took a step back, assessing the situation. The Au Ra in front of him was holding his wooden staff in a way that spoke of years of experience. Unlike what you would expect from an Astrologian student. Well, that made sense, Elidivien considered for a second. He was the one who asked Jisul to spar with him when he discovered that he was a dragoon first and foremost, and that the only reason he entered the school was to broaden his skill set. He had been pleasantly surprised to learn that, and even more pleased to realize that they had something in common. Elidivien had lived his first years in a dragoon barracks, and holding a lance was second nature to him, but not many of his Astrologian friends wanted to train with him.

Except now he was maybe starting to regret his decision. It was an even match, which meant they were giving it their all, which in turn meant flushed skin, sweat adding a glow to said flushed skin, muscled arms on display. All of that made him feel like a band rowdy Moogles had taken up residency in his stomach. He wondered what the blue haired man in front of him was feeling, before shaking his head to get rid of those thoughts.

Focus.

He lunged once more, but his foot caught on something on the ground.

Uh oh.

Elidivien lost his balance completely, and went tumbling straight into Jisul’s arms. Surprised by the sudden weight crashing into him at full speed, the Au Ra’s footing slipped under them, and Elidivien closed his eyes, bracing for the impact.

When he opened them after a second, Jisul’s face was right in front of his own, his bodyright under his. Embarrassingly, Elidivien realized he had put his left hand behind Jisul’s head, instinctively trying to prevent him from bumping it too hard on the ground. A useless endeavor, as the horns adorning his friend’s head prevented him for hitting his head anyway. Then Elidivien became conscious of the closeness of their bodies.

The Elezen had landed right on top of the Au Ra, and he could not decide what was the most embarrassing par of the whole situation. Him tripping on seemingly nothing? Him trying to protect his friend’s head? What about the fact that Jisul’s cold hands had caught his waist, and that he could feel the long fingers handling him with a strong grip yet the most delicate touch, as if he did not want to break him? Or maybe, maybe, the fact that Elidivien’s mouth had stopped just short of landing right on Jisul’s? The whole thing was mortifying, Elidivien decided, and he could feel the blood rushing to his face and ears. He tried to convince himself that the blush could be mistaken for being caused by the sparring itself rather than this unfortunate incident.

“Did you hurt yourself anywhere?”

Jisul’s concerned voice rose, and the tan man snapped back to the moment, rising himself a little away from the pale man’s face. Doing that, he caught Jisul’s face in its entirety, and wondered if it had been that red before the tumbling.

“I’m fine… My foot must have caught on something.”, Elidivien offered as an explanation, “Thank you for catching me.”

“Anytime.”

His friend smiled softly, and Elidivien’s heart skipped a beat. Jisul looked unfazed, however the Elezen glimpsed his tail flapping rapidly back and forth. He suddenly became aware that he was still being embraced on the ground, and he quickly got up completely, helping Jisul at the same time.

“Should we take a short break?”, Jisul asked, fanning himself lightly with his hand, “I need some water.”

“Yes, indeed, I could go for a drink too!”

Elidivien felt a bit light headed, as he glimpsed at his friend’s hand that had been holding him mere seconds ago. He knew the Au Ra had big hands, but feeling them encircling his waist was a whole another knowledge. He could still feel a tingle where the hands had been.

As he followed Jisul out of the training grounds, he could not help but worry at the tension installing between the two of them, most certainly rooted in this almost kiss that took place. Elidivien could only hope that this mishap would not lead to Jisul distancing himself from him. He was not sure he could be fine with that.

Just as they left, Elidivien made eye contact with a blond Elezen.

Why is Stephanivien here?

The machinist’s presence was a mystery, but even more puzzling was the smug look on his face, as if the fellow Elezen knew exactly what was Elidivien feeling.

Surely he didn’t cause this.

Elidivien pondered uncertainly, while his eyes fell onto an impact where he had been standing a few moments before, an impact suspiciously looking like the ground had been hit with a bullet, unearthing a piece of rock that was now in the way.

Elidivien glared back, only for the machinist to blow him a kiss with a wink.

#ockiss24 #oc kiss week #oc kiss week 2024 #Jisul Neuntsa #Elidivien Greystone #FFXIV #WOL #fanart #my art #sketch #watercolors #my oc #EliJisul

[valaenatargaryensdragon]

Professor? (MODERN AU)

pairing: Harwin Strong x OC!Reader

summary: Daeneryn Targaryen, youngest daughter of Viserys Targaryen and his second wife Alicent Hightower. Daeneryn is in her senior year of university with only a couple of months left until she graduates. Harwin Strong is her hot Wars of Westeros professor.

Word count: 7,5K

Warnings: Fluff, smut, P in V, Fingering, Blowjob, Professor kink, Degradation kink, Spanking, Size kink, Grinding, Praise Kink

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Daeneryn has always admired her hot professor Harwin, he was one of the nicest professors, always smiling and patient even when students showed their aggravating sides, sometimes even she wanted to throw her shoe on people like this, making fun of their own history but professor Strong remained cool and responded with a smart answer leaving the student baffled.

She took the course to merely watch him during the lectures, she did not need it for her future, besides she had her dream job waiting for her thanks to her father, yes he was absent but he at least tried to make sure her life along with her siblings were at least decent. She was to take the position of Marketing Manager in one of her father's many companies, Daeneryn was truly eyeing Dragon Fire Corporate (DFC), which was under the supervision of her older half-sister, Rhaenyra and her husband Daemon, who she had a good relationship with. Many times she had babysat her youngest children during her breaks whenever Rhaenyra went on a business trip, sadly she was the only one of her siblings who had a good relationship with Rhaenyra.

Professor Harwin's class was going to start soon which is why you should probably leave soon. Your eyes watched as the handle of the clock a couple of feet away ticked moving in a perfect circle. Professor Strong, oh how handsome he was, his curly hair down to below his chin which he sometimes slicked back into a man bun. The muscles on that man were insane, when did he even have time to go to the gym and get them.

Dany could not help but imagine how his veined hands would look like wrapped around her neck, even better if his cock was inside of her pussy drawing breathy moans from her lips but his lips were there to swallow them whole. She could not help but squirm at the thought of both his arms wrapped around her waist guiding her up and down his cock as she rode him in his lecture room where anyone could walk in.

"Earth to Dany" Daeneryn snapped back to reality when Baela snapped her fingers in front of her face. She reeled back confused for a second, she quickly realized that everyone were already done with their lunch and stood up except her.

"I'd pay every single penny in my pocket to know what you're thinking about" Jace teased, he wrapped an arm around his girlfriend, Sara Snow. Daeneryn pushed her chair back with a roll of her eyes.

"If I wanted you to know I would've shared, dickhead" She hissed slapping his shoulder. He chuckled pushing her gently, minding that she were wearing heels for the day.

"Besides if you pay for her thoughts who will pay for lunch?" Rhaena pointed out from the other side of the table. Jace groaned throwing his hands up in frustration, every time they all went to lunch suddenly everyone forgets their wallets, its not about the money none of them cared about spending their parents' money it is more of a game on who it falls on and it seems it is Jace's turn for the day.

"Why did you have to choose such an expensive restaurant?" He huffed brushing passed Daeneryn t go pay at the register. She giggled along with Sara, she was from a rich family but not even considerable close to Daeneryn's, no one ever was.

"You know he will be grumpy about paying for the next like decade" She expressed with a giggle. Daeneryn smirked knowing this would actually put a dent on Jace's bank account after he got caught with Sara fucking in the living room and her half-sister cut some of his allowance until further notice.

"He can go cry to his mama about it, she is soft for him and will give him his money back in no time" Daeneryn huffed. She picked up her bag along with her books ready to go back to university for the last lecture of the day, Wars of Westeros. Baela linker her arm with Daeneryn's as they all walked out, she had the same class as Daeneryn but for what reason she had no idea.

"We will meet you guys at nine by the bar, right?" Rhaena wondered. Daeneryn felt her phone vibrate in her pocket and pulled it out to find a text from her older brother Aegon.

DrunkBlonde: Where is my car?

Daeneryn's eyes snapped up to the red Black Lamborghini a few feet away parked. She had taken the first car key she found on the way out considering she was late and she did not care whose car she ended up with. Still she smirked knowing that will irk Aegon once she drove off.

Dany: With me

"Yes defiantly. I'll change at Dany's so don't wait for me" Baela replied to her sister. Daeneryn up looked grinned as Jace stepped out as well muttering under his breath, she can only hear 'Bitches', but it was so low it could have been something else, it was his fault he agreed to have lunch with only girls really, knowing that they liked expensive shit. Another text rocked Daeneryn's phone making her look down at the newest model of the half eaten device in all pink.

DrunkBlonde: If you scratch it I will fucking kill you

Daeneryn smirked evilly having half a mind to scratch it just to get on his nerve but decided against it. She may be spoiled and does not give a fuck but if she scratched a car every time she bickered with one of her siblings their money would be spent only on cars.

Dany: Do you not trust my driving skills?

"We'll go now, see you at nine" Baela noticed Dany not paying attention slowly stirred her to walk down the street to the Lamborghini. Dany gave a wave without even looking up from her phone. She pulled out the key unlocking the beautiful car and slipped in. The second Baela's door was closed Dany dumped her books and bag in the girl's lap.

"You bitch" Baela gasped dramatically. Dany smirked at the girl as her phone vibrated again. Dany winked at Baela before turning back to her phone.

DrunkBlonde: No

Dany: You literally taught me

DrunkBlonde: I never said I trusted myself with that car either

Dany: Fuck you

Dany threw her phone in her bag and turned on the car loving the sound of the loud engine. She did not even bother to put on her seatbelt as she pulled out of the lot and sped out of it an down the street. There was still fifteen minutes before classes started but knowing it was Professor Strong's lecture she could not wait. Excitement coursed through her body along with blood.

"What were you thinking about back at the restaurant?" Baela wondered. Dany slowed down before coming to a complete stop at a red car beside a black Range Rover.

"Not telling" Dany waved her off. She pulled her lipgloss out of her back and pulled down the screen with the mirror. She applied some on her lips smirking seeing as her makeup was done to perfection. She slammed close the screen and turned to place the bottle in the bag again. She looked up to find Baela gaping at her like a fish.

"What?" Dany asked confused. She looked around trying to identify what could have her sister's stepdaughter/ her best friend in such a shock.

"You like someone" Baela said as if it was a fact. Dany let out a fake laugh shaking her head from side to side.

"You've gone crazy" Dany noticed the light turned yellow prepared herself to take off again. The second the light lit green she was off again with the Range Rover close behind but still under the speed limit unlike her. She swerved into the university and into the closest spot near the doors. The sound of the expensive car earned the attention of many of the students around them. The Range Rover parked beside them much to Dany's annoyance, she could not endanger the Lamborghini.

"You do! You like someone!" Baela almost shouted handing Dany her things. The two girls slipped out of the car.

"Girl you've lost it. Me? Like someone? impossible" Dany shook her head as she locked the car. It is a known fact that Dany did not believe in love, not romantic at least, she lover her husky son Vermithor, but no one else. Dany has never been in a relationship before, she literally lost her virginity to Aegon's best friend Jason Lannister without him knowing.

"You do! Otherwise you would not doll up all the time and you would not deny it" Baela hopped around like some bunny. Dany's mouth fell open at her sudden excitement.

"Have you ever heard of someone agreeing to something that did not happen?" Dany sassed. She moved to stop Baela from jumping up and down. The other girl pouted teasingly. Before she could speak though her eyes snapped to something behind Dany and gasped shocked. Dany turned around fearing that something happened to Aegon's car but found Professor Harwin Strong himself stepping out of the Range Rover.

He was wearing black suit pants along with a white button up with the couple first buttons undone. Even from the small distance between them she could smell his cologne, a mix of wood and lemon. Dany's heart stopped when his eyes met her own as he closed the door and locked the car.

"Miss Targaryen, Miss Targaryen" He greeted both of the girls. Dany's sister's husband chose to change his last name along with his daughters to your Rhaenyra's which she was super proud of and in the tabloids they kept calling her a power woman.

"Professor" Baela greeted. Noticing Dany's lack of response she nudged her snapping her back to reality. Professor Strong turned to look at Dany as well.

"Professor" Dany nodded in greeting. Dany rubbed her upper arm where Baela had elbowed her. She turned to glare at the other girl but she only smirked at Dany with a shrug.

"You should not speed so fast Mis Targaryen, you are not only endangering yourself but others as well" He scolded. Dany's face dropped and heat rose up to her cheek noticing the annoyed tone in his voice, a tone she have never been on the receiving end of until today.

"Sorry Professor" She muttered, hand still rubbing where Baela hit her. He took a deep breath as if he was trying to compose himself before nodding his head. He moved both of his hand forward with his own bag and held them formally in front of him.

"Good, I'll see you both in class" His voice had changed in tone but it was not necessarily a good thing, he sounded gruff and it lowered a couple of octaves which only made Dany wet. She rubbed your thighs together to get some relief but that did not help at all.

"Yes Professor" Dany mumbled. He brushed passed her to get inside of the building. Her heart picked up in speed when the fabric of his shirt brushed against her bare skin causing goosebumps to form up her arm.

"This is wrong" Baela snapped Dany back to reality. She wanted to hit Baela for interrupting her fantasies for the second time in a span of less than thirty minutes.

"What?" Dany turned back to look at Baela. The other girl had a scowl on her face making Dany feel uncomfortable, she shifted fixing her hold on her books.

"What are you talking about?" Dany tried playing innocent. Baela eyes her up and down with a sigh.

"You fell for your professor? That is disturbing AF" Baela shook her head from side to side. As if she gets to speak! She was the one who fucked her high school biology teacher which she was failing until one day she wasn't.

"I did not fall for my professor I was merely praying he does not scratch Aegon's ride as he got out" Dany began walking into the building. Sweat of fear started building up her back and she had some speed in her step as if she can get away from the other girl who was not only in the same class but they were in a project together for said class.

"Do not lie Dany, you do not even believe in gods" Baela pointed out trying to keep up with the taller girl. How in the world Dany cold walk so fast with heels Baela had no idea.

"Enough Baela, you are delusional" Dany snapped, pushing open the hall door and stepping in. There some people in there but not everyone yet, they tend to come minutes before the lecture begins. There mostly girls fixing their makeup and hair.

"See those girls? You are just like them" Baela whispered. Dany's eyes widened in horror when the truth spilled right into her ear. She was acting like som desperate whore and for her professor no less. Baela moved to sit in their usual spot, the last row to the side where it was hard for them to be seen.

Dany followed her quietly with her head hung low, her blonde hair covering her embarrassment. She sat down huffing and her back let out a loud thump as it landed on the floor. She could hear some girl gasp in shock as if she could not believe Dany could throw a Louis Vuitton bag on the floor.

Dany did not dare look up at Professor Strong the entire lecture, even when he passed by to check on her and Baela's progress through their project, the project she could not concentrate on anymore and thankfully Baela did not comment on it. When the two hours were over she was the first out of the hall and in seconds she was by the car waiting for Baela.

The drive back home was quiet and neither girls said anything to one another. When they got there they decided silently to let the situation go for the time being and spoke of only their clothes and jewellery and on what to wear to the party. Dany chose to wear a simple black dress in no mood for exaggerated clothing as usual, she matched it with glittery silver heels and a matching purse. She left her hair in it's natural curls that she got from her mama but in platinum blonde that was from her father's side. Her makeup light with a minimum lipgloss.

This time Daeneryn took her own car, a white BMW, she did not know the number it was Aegon who usually changed her cars to the newest version or whatever, she did not really care. Baela seeing the tension and the turmoil of thoughts going on in Daeneryn's head decided to speak of her crush, a boy from their class as well, an Alyn Valeryon or whatever. Daeneryn tried to seem interested she really did but Professor Strong was all she could think of, the way she could see his muscles flex under the fabric of his shirt or the way his trousers looked tight around his thighs, he was just so muscular.

"There you are!" Rhaena greeted the two by the doors. She pulled them in for a group hug gasping at their dresses.

"You look so pretty, Dany!" Rhaena squealed. Her hand moved to twirl a curl around a finger, it was a rare accusation Daeneryn let her natural hair show but after showering earlier she had no energy to fix it.

"Yes pretty and in desperate need to get laid" Baela teased, wrapping an arm around Daeneryn's pulling her into the bar. Daeneryn rolled her eyes at the exaggeration of Baela.

"Not really feeling it, I'm here to get hammered no more" Daeneryn denied. She slid into the booth beside Jace who looked glum that Sara had to cancel for some reason. At least Lucaerys and Aemond were here.

"Yes hammered by someone's dick" Baela wiggled her eyebrows. Aemond grumbled taking a swig of his drink.

"Yes hearing my sister's sex life has always been a very interesting subject" He murmured. Daeneryn cringed agreeing that talking about this around Aemond was just awkward as hell.

"Like I said I just need a drink" Daeneryn waved a waited over. Usually they would go the bar but considering it was Dylan Hightower, a second cousin of theirs, who was bartending he did not mind coming over to the table to get their orders.

"Fancy having you here again, what can I get ya'll" Dylan's American accent was obvious from having studied there ever since he turned thirteen until two years ago.

"Vodka with whatever you want" Daeneryn was the first to throw her order at the young man. He chuckled scribbling down her order.

"Vodka on the rocks" Aemond was next with Jace getting the same thing. Baela and Rhaena chose to not drink so they can drive the two cars. Lucaerys ordered plain old beer.

The drink arrived soon after when the conversation were all different, the girls gossiping about a Baratheon girl who ended up pregnant while the guys were talking about cars. Daeneryn's drink was of reddish colour and tasted of cherish with he burn of vodka with each sip. She took huge gulps in need of getting drunk. In less than thirty minutes she was off the bar ordering a second one before returning to the table with shots.

"I needed more energy" She smirked as Dylan placed down the tray before leaving. They each took a small glass except Rhaena and Baela.

"You ready?" Daeneryn asked, one hand occupied with the shot glass and the other with a lemon slice.

"One... Two... Three..." The four drinking that night downed their shots in one quick motion, Jace and Luce scrunching their faces with disgust not used to the alcohol one being twenty and the other eighteen still new to drinking. Daeneryn laughed biting into the lemon slice and tearing the skin off before eating the juice part.

"Lets go!" Baela cheered filming the two's reaction before turning the camera onto Daeneryn. Daeneryn shook her hips to the tune of the music in the background with a smirk at the camera giving it a show.

"Dany!" Aemond scolded earning a laugh. Dany pouted innocently picking up her new cherry tasting vodka drink and took a small sip.

"Where is Aeg and Hel? Aegon doesn't usually miss opportunities to drink" Rhaena asked making sure Baela had ended the video. The older sister was quick to post the video on her story with no caption, it was not needed in her opinion and she was just a little bit lazy.

"Hel has early class and Aegon is out of town with some girl" Aemond shook his head disappointed. He sipped on his vodka on the rock, an unusual drink really but he liked it. He has been struggling with his on and off relationship with an older girl called Alys recently.

"Their loss" Daeneryn shrugged. Her head was beginning to feel a little fuzzy, she never fared well with alcohol. She signalled Dylan to bring another round of shot and he was quick to do so. The clear liquid made Daeneryn's mouth water.

"Come on wuss" Rhaena nudged Luce who was shaking his head afraid of the alcohol. He sighed defeated and took the shot. Baela whipped her phone out again and filmed Daeneryn alone this time.

"Here goes nothing" Daeneryn swung back letting the liquid trickle down her throat, her eyes watered because of the burn but she was quick to tear into the lemon and chew on it for a distraction.

"Wooo" She yelled for no reason, slamming he cup down on the wooden table causing an echo. The music sounded louder in her ear and the figures sitting around the table grew blurrier with each second.

"Imma dance" She announced proudly. Aemond muttered an 'Oh no' knowing his younger sister was already half drunk. She sashed away with a perfect sway of her hips. Soon none of them could find her in the crowd on the dance floor.

"Let her have her fun" Baela immediately shot down Aemond when he tried getting up to find Daeneryn.

The blonde young adult found herself in the middle of the dance floor hanging off some guy who looked just as drunk. He wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her close to his chest swaying to the music. There was a drumming in her head and her ears rung but the music was still very evident in her ears. She looked at the guy through her lashed gasping when she saw Harwin Strong in front of her.

"Professor?" She tilted her head to the side confused. The guy leaned down to lean his head against her shoulder.

"You're into your professor blondie?" he asked nibbling on her ear. He pulled back to look at her, Harwin Strong was long gone and in his place was a younger guy but with almost the same physic.

"I can work with that" He smirked. He leaned down trying to capture her lips but she turned away. Her hands trembled as she tried pushing him away. For once luck on her side and the dude saw she was panicking or whatever was happening to her.

"Hey hey, calm down, let me get you some water" He wrapped an arm around her waist guiding her away from the dance floor and to the bar. She sighed in relief as she let her body sit on one of the high chairs there.

"A water for the lady" The man ordered Dylan. Dylan nodded and scrambled to get her some water. Daeneryn thanked Dylan and sipped on the water trying to regain some sense.

"Thank you" She nodded at the blonde guy. He had a sweet smile on his face.

"No problem blondie, need me to get you someone?" He asked. His eyes roamed the room looking through the people still dancing and the tables filled with people.

"Baela from table four" She whispered. The guy nodded and went off in search of the number on the tables. Soon he returned with Baela by his side looking worried a little.

"Dany! Are you okay, girlie?" Baela asked. Her hand raised to push some of her hair back behind her ear. Daeneryn could already feel the bile rise in her throat.

"Get me out of here" Daeneryn begged. Baela wasted no time wrapping an arm around Daeneryn's waist and helped her off the stool thanking the guy before pulling the blonde out of the bar. The second fresh air hit Daeneryn in the face she was crouching down the side throwing up whatever there was in her stomach.

"Shhh girlie, let it all out" Baela pulled Daeneryn's hair back and away from her face. Dany whined feeling a headache approaching and she was nowhere near sobering up.

"Home" She whined like some child. Baela directed Daeneryn to the white BMW helping her into the passenger side and slid into the driver's side.

Baela kept turning to look at Daeneryn every now and then checking on the drunk girl, she never really faired well with drinking. She tried being as quiet as possible trying to get to Daeneryn's room without alerting Alicent or Viserys who slept in two different rooms or Helaena who was also asleep.

By two in the morning she finally managed getting Daeneryn out of her dress and into her lingerie looking sleep dress and slid her under the covers. She changed her clothes and slid in on the other side of the bed so she can sleep as well.

Classes did not start until late in the day the next day so they were able to get at least six hours of sleep before the alarm went off waking the two girls up. Daeneryn was the first to get up rushing to the bathroom to throw up again and shook Baela off deciding to stay in that day and miss the two classes she had.

Baela was not happy but did as Daeneryn wanted and went on her own. Her mood worsened when she noticed Professor Strong's eyes kept searching the lecture room pausing at her before resuming, he was searching for Daeneryn.

Daeneryn was not having a good time, she kept throwing up her bathroom and could not keep anything down except some warm tea and Aegon's miracle sandwich he sent her the recipe of. She slept most of the day trying to get rid of her hangover.

The next morning Daeneryn was much better and decided to join Baela to class. She wore much simpler clothes this time, just jeans and Aemond's King's Landing university hoodie. She tied her hair back in a pink bow to match her purse and sneakers. Baela kept Daeneryn updated on their project, they were almost done with it and they definatly will be if they worked hard enough during class.

The two sat in the furthest corner int he lecture room whispering to one another and adding some information here and there and some references before submitting the project to Professor Strong one five minuted before the lecture was over not like they listened much.

"Miss Targaryen do stay for a minute" Professor Strong called as everyone pilled out. Baela froze by the door and turned to look at Professor Strong. He turned from his computer to look at the two girls.

"You can go Baela" He nodded at the other girl. Baela raised her eyebrow but nodded and left the room.

"What is the matter professor?" Daeneryn asked worried. Harwin pushed back his chair and moved closer to the blonde.

"Where were you yesterday, you missed important information" Harwin glared down at her. Daeneryn could not help but feel aroused at the way his muscled flexed or how his voice dropped some octaves as he spoke with her.

"I was not feeling well professor however Baela kept me updated" Daeneryn answered. She gasped shocked when he pushed her back against the closed door. One of his hands remained by her head while the other trailed down to the lock and with a click it was locked.

"Yes I saw" His hand moved from the door to his pocket pulling out his phone, he unlocked it and opened something before turning it to show her.

It was an article one some website with the video Baela took of her swaying her hips after the first shot emerged. The caption read 'Big brother Aemond disappointed with younger sister's behaviour' the video then turned to Aemond, it was mute but Daeneryn remembered the warning in her brother's voice.

"It was just a night out, they exaggerate" Daeneryn laughed awkwardly. Harwin pocketed his phone again, placing his hand on the other side of her head and leaned down.

"You have been a very bad girl, Daeneryn" He growled lowly. His face was inches away from her own. She gulped attempting to rub her thigh together to get some friction. She wanted to slap herself for feeling this way around her professor, Baela was right this is wrong, besides Baela was the one with the experience of getting involved with your teacher.

"What? Professor I-" he cut her off with a finger to her lips. His eyes turned from looking at her right eye then to the left and again repeating the process. He leaned even closer to the point she could feel his breath on her face. She gulped unconsciously fearing what was to come. Her bag fell from her hand in shock from how close he was to her.

"You've been out partying like some whore showing off your body to some unworthy man, tell me did you get laid?" He asked, cocking up an eyebrow. She whimpered at the title he threw her way and he noticed, smirking victoriously at getting a reaction out of her. Her teeth tried breaking the skin of her lower lip successfully.

"No professor, I promise-" He cut her off again by shoving his fore and middle finger inside of her mouth. She gasped shocked, her eyes snapped up to look at him wide and so very beautiful, the lavender in the were almost gone as her pupil dilated.

"I do not want you to promise me shit" He hissed. He pulled his fingers out of her mouth slowly watching as a string of spit connected them to her plump lips.

"What do you want then?" She asked, feeling her patience running thin. Harwin was having none of that and delivered a slap to her thigh with his other hand making her squeak.

"Spoiled brat, I should fuck that attitude out of you" His hand snapped up to wrap around her throat. The little bunny act was gone in a second and a smirk painted Daeneryn's lips. Harwin's eyes widened when he realised that she has been toying with him this entire time, riling him up and she succeeded with an A+ from his reaction.

"What are you waiting for then, Professor?" She asked, her eyebrow shot up teasingly. She tried rolling her hips feeling his bulge against her thigh. He sighed at the contact but his glare did not waver.

"You truly are a whore, huh?" He asked. He leaned his forehead down on her own, putting pressure on her neck slightly. She whimpered desperately.

"Come on professor, punish me for being a whore... your whore" She moved her hands up his huge biceps and back down his chest towards his buttons. She unbuttoned two buttons exactly before he moved back with his hand still around her neck and pulled her like some dog to his desk. With a swipe of his hand all the papers and his things were scattered all around the room. His hand moved to the back of her neck instead of her throat and pushed her to bend over the table.

"I'll punish you alright, little Targaryen" He pulled reached forward to unbutton her jeans before pulling them down to her knees. He pushed her knees apart as far as possible with the jeans stretching as far as possible. He felt a feral feeling grow in his chest at the sight of her black lace underwear, she planned this.

"Naughty girl" His hand came down on her ass cheek making it jiggle. She whined wiggling her hips desperate.

"Such a little slut for professor, huh?" He asked delivering another blow to her backside. He leaned down so his chest was flush against her back. He trailed kisses from her ear down to her neck, licking a strip up and back down loving the ways bruises were already forming seconds after turning red. Daeneryn forgot all about the spanking enjoying the feeling of his body so close, his heat engulfing her so perfectly and his lips felt like feathers on her skin which earned Harwin a loud squeal when he delivered a third spank surprising the blonde girl.

"Professor" She moaned pushing her hips back, rubbing her reddening bottom against the tent that formed under his black dress pants. She pulled Aemond's hoodie off to show her matching bra.

"What? Are you already wet?" He teased, feeling his cock growing harder at the sight of the bra. He moved to stand up straight again. His hand trailed down her spine and down to her hips grabbing her panties and pulled them down to join her jeans at her knees. They probably would stretch beyond being wearable but Daeneryn did not care, she can just buy a new pair.

"Look at that! A waterfall is coming out of you, little Targaryen" Harwin teased. He ran a finger over her slit gathering some of her arousal on the digit. Daeneryn whimpered feeling her cheeks growing warm at the declaration, she felt like a teenage girl again getting wet from three spanks and his mere voice. She reached behind her back to undo her bra and threw it over her hoodie by the desk.

"Whose this for?" He asked. He put some pressure on her clit earning a sigh of relief. He rubbed slow circles letting her get used to his touch, the roughness of his skin before moving back over to the slit.

"Answer me" he demanded, pushing his pointed finger inside of her with ease. Daeneryn squealed unconsciously pushing her hips back for more.

"You, all wet for you, professor" She cried. Harwin hummed approvingly curling his finger inside of her. She moaned happy with the attention he was giving her. His finger explored inside of her in search of that soft spot that got her seeing stars.

"Tell me little Targaryen, did you enjoy whoring yourself around?" Harwin asked, adding a second finger inside of her. Daeneryn gulped grabbing at the edge of the table for some stability.

"I- I-" She could not even answer because he found that spot. Her eyes rolled back and moan left from her chest instead of her throat. Harwin smirked seeing her legs begin to shake and pressed harder at the spot before pulling out earning a whine. He pushed her jeans and underwear further down and off along with her sneakers.

"Answer me and I will let you come" He promised. Daeneryn turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. He was smirking and his hair was a mess, he probably ran his fingers through her watching the way she sucked his fingers in so good. Her cunt clenched around nothing at the mere sight of him.

"I- I-" She still could not speak. Harwin placed his hands on her hips grinding his hips against her behind with a smirk. He leaned closer to her until his lips were by her ear again.

"I-I- speak, whore" He mocked. His hand came down slapping her thigh sending a jolt of sparks straight to her core.

"I did it to forget you" She cried, her forehead made contact with the table to hide her humiliation.

"Hmm is that so?" He pulled back. Daeneryn's heart picked up pace when she heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down. Her body's shaking worsened with anticipation.

"Professor" She whined, at the feeling of his tip making contact with her clit. He shushed her prodding at her whole getting her arousal to coat his cock. He pushed his tip inside slowly to not overwhelm her.

"Bad girl" He smacked her bottom again when she tried pushing her hips back to get him to push inside. He pushed in, in one go making her scream. He leaned down to cover her mouth his his hand. He started moving without giving her time to adjust, gone was the caring professor and in his place was Harwin Breakbones, a man who enjoyed the pain.

"Bad girls get punished, good girls get rewarded. Which one are you?" He asked. He leaned his forehead against the back of her head. His pace was relentless, Daeneryn's head was fussy and she started loosing feeling in her legs.

"Bad- ooh" She moaned, he moved his hand to give her space to speak. With each thrust his mushroomed head pushed against the spot his fingers reached earlier, an area Daeneryn could not reach with her fingers hence the dildo hidden in a box under her bed, but his cock was nothing like the purple dildo, no he was longer and had a wider girth to him the biggest Daeneryn has had ever had inside of her.

"Hmm will you be a good girl for me?" He questioned. Daeneryn moaned a little too loud to his comfort and his hand slapped against her mouth again. His other hand moved to her hips to assist with his thrusts.

"Bad girl" He moved to stand straight and pulled her back with him with the hand over her mouth. His hips were snapping against hers at this point, Daeneryn tried rolling her hips back to meet his as much as she could. She could feel the area where her the edge met her his skin already burning and a bruise was forming there.

"Sorry" The singular word came out muffled. Harwin moved his hand down to her throat cutting some of her airway, enough for her to breath but not make too much sound.

"Close" She whined. Her head rolled back against his chest, she could not even reach his shoulder. Harwin smirked also noticing the size difference.

"Say you'll be my good girl and I'll let you cum" Harwin had to fight back his own orgasm when he felt her walls clenching around him, trying to milk him.

"Please... I'll be g-good" Daeneryn tried to run at her own clit but Harwin was faster pushing her hand away and began rubbing it himself. Her whole body was burning, sweat was coating her hairline and the back of her neck. Her legs were shaking and she could barely breath.

"Yes!" She cried pushing back against him trying to swallow more of him if possible. Her hands tweaked her own nipples needing an anchor to stay conscious.

"Tight" Harwin's voice sounded strained. Her cunt pushed his cunt out of her much to both of their displeasure. Daeneryn's hips pushed forward to grind her clit against the table pushing his hand closer to her cunt if that was possible. His rubbing did not stop riding out her orgasm. She leaned down on the table for some stability, she could not hold her own weight up and her arms were shaking.

"Good girl" Harwin moved both of his hands to her hips helping her hold up some of her weight. She sighed in relief as her shaking ceased slowly.

"But I am not done just yet" She gasped at the suddenness of his movement, he turned her around and picked her up to sit on the table.

"Professor?" His hand rested in between her breasts, covering half of both, everything about him looked too big compared to her. He pushed her back to lay on her back.

"Shh little Targaryen" He spread her legs open and let them curl around his waist. His head fell back as he slowly pushed back inside of her hole. Daeneryn whined from the overstimulation, she barely got to cum once when she was with a guy let alone to feel a fully hard cock inside of her after an orgasm.

"That's it, sucking me in so well" Harwin praised. Daeneryn wiggled her hips from side to side trying to adjust to his size again. He leaned down close to her, cupping her face with his big palm.

"You okay?" He asked concerned. She willed her eyes to peal open with a soft smile on her face. He realised that he did not ask for permission to touch her in the beginning and was about to pull out but she pulled him closer with her legs.

"Never better" She whimpered, grinding against him. Harwin smirked beginning to move again. Slower this time, but still just as deep if not deeper.

"Good girl, taking my big cock so well" He praised. Daeneryn tried to move her hips to his rhythm. Harwin moved to kiss along her neck and collarbone. Daeneryn's fingers buried into his brown curls moaning straight into his ear. Harwin himself let some moans slip through, she felt so good around him, like a glove made just for him.

"Yes soo big" She cried. His lips trailed down to her chest sucking against the skin. He took a nipple in one mouth and the other was covered by her hand. His hands held her sides moving her body on the table to meet his thrusts.

"You're so big Professor" She resumed her whining. all fear that anyone can hear was erased from both of their head. Harwin tugged at her nipple with his teeth before moving to the other one moving her hand away. One of his hands reached in between their bodies to rub at her numb. her back arched into him at the pressure.

"Yes make me cum, professor" She cried. Harwin's thrusts picked up pace almost matching those of his fingers.

"Come on little Targaryen, cum on my big cock again" Harwin moved to whisper in her ear. He groaned feeling her walls clench around him again. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him closer using him as her anchor this time instead of her own breasts.

"Fuck yes" She spasmed around him, her whole body shaking with her second orgasm. Harwin picked up his thrusts to ride her orgasm and feeling his own approaching.

"Fuck yes little girl" he pushed her arms away to stand straight, pulling her legs up over his shoulders to thrust even deeper, covering more of his cock.

"Fuck!" Daeneryn cried body still recovering from her second orgasm but he was still moving. Her hands grabbed at the edges of the table feeling it moving against the floor.

"So good" Harwin cried, throwing his hair back. His sweaty curls looked amazing around him, he looked like a god.

"Fuck me professor" Daeneryn cried. Harwin looked like he was in a different universe with her cunt clenching so tight around him. She felt a third orgasm building up, it was close to her second one since he gave her no time to recover.

"Cumming" She warned, wiggling her hips. Harwin turned from looking at where they were joined to look at her face, snapping out of his trance to find her eyes rolling back, her back arching of the desk, her arms looked like they were tensing by her sides unable to move and her legs shook over his shoulder.

"Cum" he growled, snapping his hips harshly against her own. Daeneryn slapped a hand to her mouth to cover the scream that erupted from her chest. Harwin grunted trying not to cum inside of her as he rode out her orgasm.

"Fuck" He groaned pulling out fully, palming himself furiously. Daeneryn used whatever energy she had to roll off the table and kneel down in front of him. Harwin's eyes darkened even more if that were possible at the sight of her on her knees for him, the daughter of the richest man in the city if not the whole country.

"Here, let me professor" Daeneryn pushed his hand away and took him in her mouth. Harwin was so close, he could already feel some of his cum moving through his cock.

Daeneryn sucked and licked his shaft, tongue flattening against the veins that adorned his cock. She moaned against his skin when his hand grabbed a fistful of her hair to move her faster against him. She bobbed her head back and forth. He looked down and the sight was his undoing, he grunted loudly as his cum shot down her throat. Daeneryn did not stop her movement and even moved her hand to cup his balls making sure she got everything he could give her.

"Fuck" He pushed her head off him gently. Daeneryn panted leaning back against the table. Harwin crouched down to her height looking over her, body shining from the sweat that covered her body, her thighs were covered in her own cum and her hair was a mess.

"You were such a good girl" He leaned closer to capture her lips. She giggled letting him help her up and to sit on the table. He moved to his bag pulling out wet wipes. He wiped her arousal from between her legs before moving to clean the spit and cum from his own cock.

"How is that for roleplay?" Daeneryn asked. Harwin threw away the dirty wipes before moving back over to her.

"You like roleplaying as the bad girl?" He teased, wrapping his arms around her waist pulling her closer to the edge. She wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him down for a heated kiss. His tongue immediately prodded her lips and began exploring her mouth, battling her own. Daeneryn pulled away from him panting.

"Baela is starting to catch on, she thinks I have a crush on you" Daeneryn pulled away from him and hopped of the desk in search of her clothes. She pulled up her underwear moving to clasp on her bra.

"Is that truly a bad thing?" Harwin asked pulling up his own boxers. Then he pulled up his dress pants and buttoned his shirt again, Daeneryn realised that in their haste Harwin kept his shirt on the entire time.

"My love I am not telling anyone so you don't get fired and I expelled. When I graduate I swear I will scream it from the roof of the building if you want" Daeneryn walked over to him as she buttoned her jeans. Harwin smiled leaning down to kiss her forehead.

"I'd like that" Harwin moved to grab Aemond's hoodie and handed it to her. Daeneryn raised an eyebrow with a smirk. "Me screaming from the roof?" She teased.

"No, everyone knowing how much we love each other" Harwin pulled her close to his chest the second her shirt was on. He leaned his forehead on her enjoying the smell of her perfume and sex that filled the room.

"Soon, professor"

#house of the dragon imagine #house of the dragon #house targaryen #hotd #house of the dragon aemond #hotd imagine #game of thrones #harwin imagine #hotd aegon #hotd jacaerys #hotd smut #hotd x reader #hotd aemond #harwin strong imagine #aemond targaryen #house of the dragon smut #harwin breakbones #harwin x oc #harwin strong x oc

[esta-elavaris]

Part Twelve [2,590 words] ~ James Norrington/OC

An AU of my completed, 400k+ word fanfic Catch the Wind [AO3], in which Elizabeth, not James, is the one to discover Theodora Byrne after she crash-lands into the world of Pirates of the Caribbean.

Page breaks by cafekitsune.

Also now on AO3 and FF.net.

Masterpost - Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight - Part Nine - Part Ten - Part Eleven - *Part Twelve* [you're here!]

Tag list [let me know if you want to be added!]: @missfronkensteen @teawithshakespeare @dancerinthestorm

"I have a surprise for you."

Norrington looked aghast at her words, and Theo grinned, laughing and quickly continuing before he could get up and sprint back to the Interceptor. Or maybe just directly into the ocean. Whatever he continued to be the swiftest form of escape.

"You can relax, it's not for you. But you had a pretty big hand in it, so I wanted you to be the first to see it."

"The necklace?"

It could never be said that he wasn't shrewd. Or that she didn't have a way or making things painfully obvious, she supposed.

"The necklace," she confirmed, sifting through her skirts until she found the pockets sewn within.

"Wouldn't I be the third to see it, then? Behind Turner and yourself?"

"If I knew that you were going to be like this about it, you'd have been the twentieth."

"The twenty-first would've been too insulting?"

"Had to save a spot for Amelia."

"I shall keep the rest of my comments to myself, so I'm not catapulted further still down the list."

"Mm – any more snark and I'd have to put you square behind taking it to the cells in Fort Charles to show the folk there before I let you see it."

"In which case I would have to give permission – which I would only bestow if you allowed me to see the necklace, as recompense."

"I bow down to a skilled tactician," she said drily.

Of course, her deadpan humoured was dulled a bit by the smile on her face, but she couldn't help it. Who could have ever thought that the inscrutable James Norrington would ever be willing to sit and chat nonsense with her – unbegrudgingly, and with a smile on his face? It beggared belief. And she enjoyed it more than she should.

"It's not an exact replica. They're not so much twins as sisters, but I kind of like that," she explained, drawing the little cloth pouch from her skirts. "It'd be a bit to twee if we were cutting about in matching jewellery."

"Cutting about?"

"Yes, yes, she speaks like a weird little commoner, we know this."

"I was not mocking you," he said simply.

He looked tempted to add something else and she waited patiently for him to do so, but when he finally did, she had the feeling it wasn't what he originally intended to say.

"Must I beg, if I wish to see this necklace?"

"Is that an offer?"

"No," came his emphatic response.

Theo laughed, unwrapping it and then dangling it by the chain before him. The pendant was around the same size as her own, and shone just as brightly, but with small curling designs running along the edges of the shape. Will had explained the reasoning for this – something to do with imperfections in the only silver he'd been able to squirrel away for use, and how this disguised them. But they were very pretty, so she'd hardly been inclined to complain in the first place.

He looked at the necklace – truly looked at it, rather than just fixing his eyes in its general direction for a polite amount of time before he went on to rattle off some sort of canned, polite compliment. The action made Theo more nervous than she let on. Sure, she'd borrowed some of Elizabeth's jewellery here and there for social gatherings, but he'd spent his whole life surrounded by the fashions and the ways of this time. If something was up with the necklace, he'd see it immediately.

Once upon a time, she would have expected him to therefore voice it immediately, too. But now she honestly couldn't say whether she'd expect that from him or not – for he was kinder than she'd first realised. Even if he probably wouldn't thank her for pointing it out.

"It's a fine piece," he said, holding it up to the light and nodding with approval that appeared perfectly sincere. "I'm sure Miss Swann will be ecstatic."

"I hope she will be. It's just such a relief to finally be able to do something nice for her," she admitted, accepting the necklace back.

He cleared his throat, perhaps uncomfortable with the sincere tone their conversation was taking, then he hesitated for a moment before he spoke.

"You must know that neither of the Swanns would hold any expectation in that regard."

"Of course I do. That just makes it worse. If they begrudged what they gave me, I'd feel less bad about it."

"Ireland must be a strange land indeed," he snorted.

Although there was something in his tone that suggested he knew exactly what she meant.

"No," she sighed, only half-joking. "Just me."

Thankfully, he chose that moment to steer them into less choppy, awkward waters.

"I'm curious. You're well-read, and you mentioned missing your books from home. What do you ordinarily read?"

Had she not been trying to rein in a very mortifying bout of emotions, she might've realised how that had the potential to be a dangerous question – given the time discrepancy.

"Whatever I can get my hands on. It depends on my mood. History…"

By that, she meant salacious autobiographies of her favourite musicians.

"…Philosophy…"

That one, at least, he could take at face value.

"…Horror," she added.

"Horror?" he frowned.

Well. It looked like that hadn't been invented yet. Great. Although she shouldn't have really been surprised, she supposed – what book invented it? He'd been pretty generous in describing her as well-read, but she wasn't an expert on literature, nor educated on it enough to know when certain genres began or how. She could guess that horror began as gothic literature and morphed a bit, and it did seem a bit early even for that. Although she wasn't sure what signs she could look for. Amelia stomping about the town in Demonia platforms and black lipstick? Annoyingly, she'd probably be able to pull it off.

Alas, she'd dug herself into this hole now – so she might as well start making it hospitable.

"Horror – stories of…of ghosts, and the supernatural, and of people who do terrible things."

"It hardly sounds like the stuff of recreational reading."

"It makes sense, once you dig into it."

"By all means, explain it to me."

From anybody else, it might've felt condescending. Hell, from him it would have been condescending only a few weeks ago. But instead, as he spoke, he watched her with open curiosity – with expectation. Not because he was waiting for her to make an absolute tit out of herself, but because he genuinely expected that what she was about to say might be interesting. From James Norrington, that was damn high praise.

"It…it provides a safe avenue to explore those feelings," she cringed at how new-age faux-intellectual that sounded, especially to someone who had actually fought in battles out at sea, and quickly continued. "For someone who's never experienced real fear, or real danger, if they get really engrossed in a story full of those things, they experience that fear. Obviously to a far, far lesser extent, but it's something. It's better than nothing. I'm not saying a book'll turn them into some grizzled war veteran-"

"Like myself?" he asked drily.

"You're not grizzled," she snorted. "Reading horror is just…microdosing danger."

"Microdosing danger?"

Was she hallucinating, or was that an amused smile on his face? One that wasn't even grudging? God, she was at risk of swooning.

"Yeah, like-"

"I can guess your meaning well enough, even if I've never heard the phrasing before."

"Look at us, bridging the language barrier. You've a promising career in diplomacy ahead of you."

"By God, I hope not. If you'd been paying attention, you would have seen that my skill lies in conflict."

"So does diplomacy, really."

"Diplomats cannot utilise cannons in their work."

"Maybe you could be the first."

He rolled his eyes and she couldn't help but laugh fondly, wrenching them back to the topic at hand. There was only so much of her nonsense that he'd willingly tolerate before he excused himself, and she enjoyed his company.

"There's something thrilling about it, too. Scaring yourself when there isn't anything real to be scared of. Monsters, evil, the like. It can be exciting."

"Spoken like one who has never encountered monsters, nor evil," he said flatly.

"You don't know what I've seen."

She meant the words to be teasing – referring to what she knew lay ahead, perhaps, or maybe just the sight of her dad's brothers-in-arms hungover on a Sunday morning. James didn't laugh, which wasn't that surprising, but nor did he roll his eyes. Instead, he looked…well, not quite stricken, but suddenly very solemn indeed, his mouth opening and closing wordlessly for a moment before he forced his lips together. Bowing his head, he cleared his throat and then looked back at her again, very much the solemn Captain Norrington.

"You are right – I do not. My apologies."

Theo blinked in surprise. She'd gotten fairly decent, although far from infallible, when it came to gauging her daft little jokes here, but Norrington's sincere and solemn response caught her off guard. Not least because he watched her keenly now. Was there something she should be saying?

"Er…don't worry about it. I was only being silly."

He continued looking at her for a few long moments, and she couldn't help but feel like whatever he'd wished for her to say, that hadn't been it.

Governor Swann was holding a dinner party that evening – for the seniormost men in Port Royal who were about to make sail. It was a tradition that the Governor himself had founded shortly after arriving in Port Royal, ensuring that the men about to leave at least got one good meal in, as well as a bit of entertaining company, before they went off to see to their duty. Ordinarily, it was something James merely endured. Yes, he often found he enjoyed the evenings more than he expected to, but that lack of expectation seldom had anything to do with the company he would find there.

He'd more than earned his reputation of being a man of duty. Whatever minor gripes he had with how they extended to whispers that he had no sense of humour, or that he could find no joy in anything but duty, he could roll his eyes and brush off such comments. Not least because of the small amount of truth in them – for on the nights before he was due to leave Port Royal, he simply had no desire to spend the last of his time making small-talk in drawing rooms. No, he would much prefer to instead spend it making sure that everything was in order, including his thoughts, before he left.

This voyage would require no extensive preparations. It was more of a patrol than a real mission. A short journey through the surrounding waters, aimed at both ensuring those waters were safe, maintaining a tangible presence for any foul eyes who may be watching with malintent, and to stop their wits from dulling during extensive time inland.

Still, James found himself disgruntled at what lay ahead…and all because of a conversation he'd had with Governor Swann himself, that morning as they walked the battlements of Fort Charles.

"Elizabeth is ecstatic at the prospect of tonight – it's her first chance to show off her gift from Miss Byrne. I don't suppose you've seen it?"

"No," he lied. "I have not. What is it?"

If he told the truth of the matter, there ran a real risk of credit being attributed to him, and not Miss Byrne. He had no risk to detract from her victory. Not when he'd seen how jubilant it made her.

"A necklace – a pretty little trinket, to be sure. It won't be featured next to the Crown Jewels any time soon, but the sentimental value behind the piece far outshines those in the eyes of my daughter."

James chuckled. "I'm sure it does."

"Truth be told, I was worried about the influence our guest may have on her, but I've discovered those worries were all for naught. Miss Byrne has certainly brightened up her days considerably. Thick as thieves, those two."

"Good. I'm glad."

Worryingly, he found he even meant that. Mostly.

"You never know, perhaps Miss Byrne will find herself a suitor during one such evening as tonight."

Stilling, James blinked and looked up at the Governor. "A suitor?"

"Come, Captain," the Governor chuckled, misunderstanding his shock. "She has her eccentricities, but she's fair. Some may even profess to find her charming, in her way. If we cannot find her father, and if he does not find us, or if he cannot find us, God help him, we must…look to the future. She could do far worse for herself than a strapping young lieutenant. Although, I grant you, it would have to be one with good humour."

There were only two lieutenants who came to mind at all, and the latter part of Governor Swann's statement firmly ruled out Gillette from the running. Although he had to admit, it would make a good show to see Gillette trying to woo a woman such as Theodora Byrne. But Groves? The notion of Groves doing so filled him with less humour. And how could it not, he reasoned? They knew nothing of her background, nor how that background may impact whether she was eligible at all. That was the source of his discomfort. Nothing more.

The memory of the conversation had James' lips thinning. Hopefully Governor Swann had less of a stomach for matchmaking than his daughter did.

Ordinarily, this turn of events would have been a great help. Elizabeth could no longer fill her mind with misguided notions regarding himself and Theodora if Miss Byrne was occupied with the attentions of Groves, that much was true. It would have been an exceedingly neat little solution. One, he was sure, he would have personally encouraged – were it not for the extraneous factors.

And as for those extraneous factors, he was certain – truly certain – that he was getting somewhere. You don't know what I've seen. When they'd first met, she never would have admitted such a thing aloud to him. This camaraderie that had grown between them, that very same camaraderie that surprised him in how little he had to feign or resort to pretence in order to achieve it, and worried him in how natural and easy it felt, was working.

Was it wrong for him to find happiness in that? More than the mere satisfaction in achieving an important aim, but the true pleasure in having gained the confidence of a woman – a person – who had shown themselves to be truly decent, whatever her secrets? For he was good at sniffing out artifice and foul intentions, and while Theodora had some of the former about her, she had none of the latter. Today, he'd almost even slipped up and admitted that he liked her strange little idioms and turn of phrase, but he held himseld back. Thankfully. For that could very well be misread, and spook her. And when she did finally confide in him, as he was growing more and more hopeful that she would, he would in turn finally be able to help her.

The notion of Groves swooping in and courting her was just that. A mere notion. A passing possibility planted in his mind by an errant comment of Governor Swann's – a fleeting comment he probably now had no recollection of making, for it meant so little. It was not set in stone, and it only bothered James personally because he might undo the progress he was making here. That was all.

Yes. That was all.

#catch the wind #ctw #james/theodora #fallen through time esta-elavaris #ftt #james norrington/oc #james norrington x oc #pirates of the caribbean fanfiction #pirates of the caribbean fanfic #potcfic #james norrington fanfiction #james norrington fanfic

[alloru]

so uh, hi, hello!

very unfortunately, I somehow managed to break my last digital drawing pen this week! the replacement will take a while to arrive, so I won't have the time to finish one of the bigger wips in time for tomorrow, sorry ^v^'

now remember the one triple-attack I did during artfight (yes I know it's been months), but couldn't post since I didn't get permission from one of the creators before the end of the event?

well, since I don't have any other fully finished pieces just lying around for no reason, that one will be tomorrow's art and their oc will just get voided. modern problems require modern solutions! :D

I sincerely hope your week is going better than mine, but all in all this isn't that big of a problem. have a nice next 24 hours!!

#update #I broke my digital art pen #whyyyyy #to be fair it has been at the cusp of death for at least a year now #i should've known #but I'm really hesitant to buy new things if old stuff is working still #thank goodness I got some line art done beforehand #text #text post

[nights-at-crystarium]

Okay, the recent surge of new followers thanks to the twitter exodus, and now your boy Vivien Fucksalot Rell on the tumblr radar, has me wanting to make some kinda welcome post.

The face of a man who made it to the tumblr radar for the first time C:

Who’s this guy you just saw? Yeah, first and foremost, it’s a cis male, he’s just full of gay and Gender (tm) \o/

Vivi is my WoL who I ship with G’raha Tia and I like to make it everyone’s problem. He’s the main character of the fancomic Fragments that I started this summer. I love ShB so much that I’ve decided to dedicate the next few years of my life to drawing and writing about it. And I believe I’ve got what it takes to tell a story that, in equal amounts, will entertain and break you 🖤

Vivi was tailor-made to interact with G’raha. I’m an experienced oc maker and, how to put it, character chemist? Give me two characters with some fun traits, like the base ingredients for a cocktail, I’ll toss them in a blender, shake it real good, and make the magical chemistry happen. My wolgraha ship is almost 1 year old at this point, I’m still spending every day thinking about them and writing down A LOT of things, random art ideas, fics, and, of course, the comic script, so.. Yeah it’s a good cocktail.

I’m keeping most of the Vivi things close to my heart since you’re yet to learn about him in Fragments. That’s the whole point. But the non-spoilery material is already fun enough imo. You take a look at him and you see: edge, intensity, duality, gremlin, idiot.

He was made in December 2021, got decently developed as a character by April 2022, kept getting more polished since then. I wanna make another post talking about him in a month or so, on his first birthday. For now please perceive him being the fun lil guy he is C:

What about the person behind it all though? My artist username is NextLVL, my own name is Aho or Vel, nb, he/they, a 32 years old self-taught artist who has a bit too much to deal with irl, and I’m holding on to my wolgraha obsession as the only means to stay sane. These guys are my everything. Seriously. Fragments is my first big project that so far has been incredibly validating for me as an artist, and that has given me hope to work on it fulltime thanks to my Patreon. Yes, plugging it because I’ve gotta eat. I’m earning for my living with my art, recent events in the social media sphere have thrown my livelihood into an even greater risk territory. I literally don’t know if I still can earn for my living tomorrow. So, I’ve been pushing my Patreon which looks like the safest and most stable option atm.

Here’s a “nutshell” for how I feel as an artist. Look, I didn’t say it, others did.

I’m working hard to bring something beautiful to the world that’s just an unceasing dumpster fire nowadays. I’m under a METRIC TON of mental pressure, yet I still manage to isolate from it and keep arting, for you and for myself. So yeah.. Thanks for looking, hope you like what I create. If you like it so much that you wanna support me, it’d mean literally everything to me. Thank you 🖤

#ffxiv #vivien rell #g'raha tia #crystal exarch #wol x g'raha tia #wolgraha #own: next lvl

[thatruerealmwalker]

Crawls out of a hole in your wall

GET MAGICAL GIRL'ED MOTHER FUCKER!

"Despite it all, This Empty Shell still Remains." -Pre Acceptance Quote

"Within this Hollow Heart, Love Still Remains!" -Post Acceptance Quote

This is Claire Taker, a new OC I've made! And let me tell you- the origins of the OC is fucking weird.

This tainwreck of a Lady came about because I was reading @zoeywinterrose's smiling critter fanfic on A03 (which you can check out HERE), started letting THE VOICES speak through me, eventually pulled out the original story I have and made the Caretaker seen there into a fully realized character in my story (get it? Claire Taker?), told them so, found each other on tumblr, because friends(?), and they maybe sort of said yes when I said I was gonna draw the character and make and AU of their AU (in some order there, the progression of events may be off a bit)... I DON'T KNOW HOW I GOT TO THIS POINT.

So yeah, I'm gonna be both explaining this character, my own story, and having all that be loosely connected to Poppy Playtime (Again how did I get here?) So the tags are gonna be silly because of that.

Claire Taker is, as said before, a Magical Girl by the name of Heart Hollow (well Technically Magical Woman, she is pretty old but I prefer saying magical girl)... well the term for in my Canon is a "Blessed" or "Actor"... but those are the official terms, she and the others still use Magical Girl and Magical Boy (because that IS what they are)

And yes! There are both Magical Boys and Girls in this World!

Claire Fights with her Fists and Legs, being a close range brawler, as well as fights with her threads. She uses them in a variety of ways, from creating points to jump, pulling things to her or pulling herself to them, wrapping up targets, or even sometimes using them a whips.

Her Threads are also capable of Stitching people back together and healing them! Apparently the world thinks this means she should be one of the few to get constantly injured, needing to reattach her limbs in the middle of fights sometimes! (or it could be seen as caused by her low self worth as well). I mean look at all of those scars! And those are just the ones she couldn't fully heal for different reasons, she gets hurt alot! ("Better then letting one the kids take the hit" she would say)

Her mental health isn't the best, but it gets really bad when she is alone- Luckily, she's gained the trust of the Parents of the three kid members of Her group to look after them while their at work- as well as fostering the teens when they need somewhere private to hand out. (Her home is like one of 2 unofficial team bases)

At this point, almost everyone who isn't an adult (and two who are like 18-19) calls her Auntie- which she is still getting used too.

After finally getting into a far more okay mindset, she takes to jogging and exercise in her free time. She even helps the younger of the team practice fighting forms and working out when they train at all.

She actually owns a good few properties thanks to her parents- and after her depression weakened she put them up for rent. After a while (and learning how to duplicate cash with Starlight from the group's resident self appointed "Chaotic Gremlin") she was able to start getting a good amount of cash saved up for when the group needs a break or wants to go somewhere fun- (The cost is usually split between her and the other full Adult in the group most of the time).

She still has episodes where her is very not okay (like panic attacks or just bad thoughts)- but it never gets to the point where she feels like hurting herself at all anymore. It helps that one of the kids, the team's unofficial mascot, lets himself be her comfort animal when she has these episodes (and while he hates to admit it, he does enjoy her hugs)

That's all for now! If your interest in more of this original story, let me know!.. Though it probably won't be tagged under Smiling critters next... unless I make William apart of this then it will!

A full view of her plot is down below if your interested in that as well- Anyways thanks for reading this and maybe what lies below, and I hoped this sparked your interest/was a fun read all the same! I think I got an AU to write now!

Claire Taker's Story:

(Content Warning! This gets a bit dark!)

Claire Taker used to be a Person of Joy, living life as Happy as any other- even had Children she cherished most dearly... however one day- in a series of events, Claire loses her kids, be it an Accident or something far worse. Believing herself to be solely at fault, she shut down, remaining within her home and rarely leaving. At first those closest to them attempt to help, as it does, even if She rarely talked or interacted. Just being with others helped to keep her afloat...

But she was abandoned- left alone... and that is what sealed her fate. For a long time- years, close to Ten even, she drowned. She lost her smile, her kindness, her emotions, her Love. She tried, and try she did to get better... but she still drowned all the same.

She made many half attempts on her life- and the one time she fully went through with it- she only lived because she forgot to turn off the Safety on the Gun. This attempt was on the day, when she was so close to pulling herself back together that she was reminded of her kids- undoing all the work she did to get better at a single moment (one the prolonged her deep depression for a few more years-)

Eventually, upon one better day Claire spent shopping with a local mall for much needed supplies for her bare home, a Star fell from the Sky and landed nearby. From it formed a Matrix, and Starlight Leaked into the world. The pure, unfiltered and uncontrolled Starlight, the Blood of Creation, tainted the area in its presence, and Claire. The Building Creaked and Groaned as Starlight lashed into the populace surrounding. Many ran as the structure began to collapse around them...

And Yet Claire stepped forward, Drawn in by the Star.

Even while her body warped, as fur sprouted from her skin and monstrous claws ripped out from between her fingers. As her bones cracked and shattered before being reformed. As the demented whispers that long accompanied her gained form, breaking out from Claire's back and ripping into her flesh-

She reached the center, Where the Fallen Star has landed and with her last bit of strength before she became tainted under Starlight, reached out and touched the Glowing Star within the Epicenter-

And Starlight gathered and condensed, leaving her body, the surrounding air, and returning herself from the Monstrous form it was trying to become- And within her hands laid her Matrix, a Softly glowing heart floating between her palms.

A Stranger came to her one day, and promised her he would grant her most wanted wish "To return your children to you" in exchange for gathering as much Starlight she could.

She, like many other Actors, believed his word, and walked forward with a long lost flame in her eyes, ready to do Anything to get her children back.

Even after learning there was others like her (most of them teenagers or young adults), even after learning that many of the monsters she is fighting against and killed to gather Starlight (the Tainted or Cursed) were once people, even after she learned that should she actually get her wish- she would have to kill the other Blessed and steal their Starlight- She continued on.

It was only when the Three Children amongst the Blessed stood against her to protect their older peers then she questioned if what she was doing was worth it- if ignoring the signs that something was wrong was worth it- if her once beloved children would accept being brought back through the blood of others- if she could really kill these three if it was required of her.

It was from there, after giving up and fleeing that she changed from an antagonist to a protector akin to Tuxedo Mask for the Blessed- more so the Three kids that fought in this battle than the other Blessed.

It was here that Claire was taught how to tell if a Cursed was made from a person, animal, or object/fully made from Starlight as well as how to defeat the Tainted without killing the Person or Creature within. She learned that gathering Starlight is unneeded, and should she continue to gather Starlight like she has- she would only overwhelm her Matrix and become a Cursed herself. She learned how to truly use Starlight, how to prevent herself from Tainting someone on accident, and how to dispose of unneeded Starlight safely.

She was slowly pulled into the Group, being one of the Few Actors to listen and stop the senseless fighting between them. Even when she fell and broke, these Bright Souls dragged Claire along, taking her on their group adventures away from the Magic within their lives. Exploring the town, eating at an Café, enjoying the park. Slowly but surely, she became apart of this group, of the team who fought against the darkness that surrounded them.

The rest of the Blessed, especially the younger of them, started to call Claire 'Auntie'.

However, there was one final truth all of them avoided telling Claire, the final Lie told to Claire about the situation, even if in the depths of her heart she knew the answer herself yet feared to speak it aloud in vain hope for it not to be true.

That there was no Wish- That it was the ploy of The Man who Thought Himself God to either gather followers and resources or spark war between those who could threaten his goals and attempt to turn them into monsters- a Truth that they all knew could break Claire, steal her reason for continuing to live, to stand up tall.

They were going to, right after they handled this newest Tainted... but The Man who Thought Himself God appeared near the battles end... and with a smile, knowing Claire's history of mental health, and the reasons for it, held her by the throat while floating in the air, while Claire thrashed and fought with all of her might, while her allies called out in fear and rushed to save her, whispered in her Ear- "I lied~ There is no Wish, no reversing your most heinous Sin. Your children will never come back- for you killed them. They are gone and you killed them."

Claire SHATTERED then and there. Once again all of the work she put into getting better, doing better shattered- and as The Man who Thought Himself God threw her from high above towards the ground- Starlight, once Shining, became fully black- And the Blessed became Cursed under the weight of Despair-

Mother Gospel: The Harbinger of Mourning was born- as so her fellow Blessed fought, and after a long an almost lethal fight, where the extent of Claire's grief and broken heart was bared to the world, the ones who claimed her as their own, with all they had, ripped Claire out of her Depression made Manifest, and saved her from her fate.

Amongst the broken building, Claire laid as her Heart, once healing, was now torn apart once more as she cried tears of sorrow... and then she was hugged by the most youngest of them... then the other children joined in, all crying and making sure their Auntie was okay. The older kids of the Group joined in as well, despite two having to be dragged within. And even the young adults sat nearby and showed their love for Claire-

And that was what it was- Claire was LOVED, and she could Love in return. She was not Alone anymore, and so the dam burst within her and she cried and screamed and hugged back as sadness and joy danced within her. Her Hollow Heart had become not so Hollow anymore.

It took time, but somewhat soon Claire stood, still in mourning of her lost children, still not fully okay, but she could finally move on, she could finally live with those who saved her from that Sea that engulfed her and gave her warmth and belonging.

And so she fought, and even now fights, against those that would bring about the horrors she went through upon to others with the family formed under the Light of the Stars.

#poppy playtime #smiling critters #OC #My OC #Magical Girl #We who are Blessed under Starlight #Original work #Again the tags are weird here #I'm very happy with how this came out #And happy I get to share this as well! #Maybe William would look good- fuck I've already done it haven't I #He's an Orphan! #I have! I've already technically made apart of this already #AHHHHHHHHHHHH-

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OMG YESSS part 3 for the unlucky reader fic would be AWESOME

Batfam x unlucky male reader

Part 3

I’m so happy you guys like this series, as it’s been something I’ve thought about for a while.

This chapter features one of my ocs, Khal, so keep that in mind. Though he is only mentioned barely.

I made up my own area of Gotham since I couldn’t find something that didn’t already have a protector and alike.

-          You were quick to purchase your new apartment, and with the help of your powers you kept hidden from the watchful eyes of the bats as you moved.

-          Hazelheights, but more commonly known as Goretown, was where you moved. The chunk of the city was similar to Crime alley, except it had no protector like the red hood to kick up a storm when children were being used, or innocents killed.

-          Hazelheights gained its nickname after many gangs moved here a few years ago, and it led to an extreme bloodbath where they tore each other part, flinging blood and body parts around the street. It went on for months before It finally seemed to settle, though there were disputes at times that were as bloody as the original war.

  -          Here you set up an attractive apartment. And by that you mean an apartment with no mold or broken windows, it even had functioning water. When everything was finished you sat down, a lined notebook in your lap as you tried to create your antihero costume.

-          Your powers purr as it takes control of your hand, sketching out a look that looks too much like some marble statue you’d see at museums too expensive for you to get in. You took in the drawing in its half-naked glory.

-          Apparently, your powers wanted you to run around in nothing but a tunic, or a short skirt. A flash of pain flickered behind your eyes as your powers grumbled that it was traditional gladiator wear.

-          You had to shake your head, doing your own sketches. But no matter what design you came up with, your powers always added a snake to its design. The snake biting its own tail was added somewhere on it, whether it be a design on the back, or worked into the natural lines of the outfit.

  -          When questioned why the snake, your abilities purred like a large, satisfied cat, rumbling that its creator must be worn with pride.

-          You couldn’t seem to create a design without some kind of robe, so you agreed to a short robe that reached your knees, though your powers did pout at not getting its floor length bright purple fabric with stars and glitter.

-          With some more work you finally came to a design you liked. It was practical and could be moved freely in, it had a helmet that covered your entire head and face, so that along with the hood would hide your identity.

-          Feeling your powers flare, you created your outfit out of thin air. It was the first time you had created anything other than chaos, so you sat in shock for a while. Maybe your powers weren’t just luck based, but something else.

-          Yes, your powers hissed, sounding more snake than feline this time. Magic, it hissed. Powerful, dark, and ancient. Ever changing and shapeless. Created from the bowels and venom of the ancient creator Khal, the birther of magic itself.

  -          It took a while, but you got your powers to explain what it meant by magic, and soon you figured out your powers, or magic, was the effect of a being called the champion.

-          The champion existed to be good and do good, but the newest champion was too powerful too quickly, so something had to balance him to not overwork the weights of reality.

-          The entire conversation gave you a headache, but you convinced your magic to start passing knowledge into you, making it possible for you to use magic in other ways than just making things blow up or technology break.

-          Pulling on your new outfit, you set out for your first night as an antihero. You hadn’t decided on a name yet, but before you could think too far, your magic forced a word to the front. And you knew it was the one. Misfortune.

  -          Weeks passed and the bats couldn’t find you no matter how hard they tried, it was like you had just disappeared. And much to their annoyance Hazelheights seemed to finally have gotten their own vigilante.

-          Or so they thought, as this new player took down many gang leaders and less than legal operations. But then the cloak wearing person robbed the largest bank Goretown had to offer.

-          Bruce sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He didn’t have time for a new rogue to pop up, or some red hood copycat. Goretown had mainly been left alone as no villain or vigilante had set up shop there, until now it seemed.

-          Not only were you missing, but a new unknown had cropped up and was ripping up the ecosystem that was Gotham.

  -          The batclan was able to get a name for this new person. Misfortune. Since there was no sign of you, on a slow night they left to observe this new person.

-          You appeared for familiar, but it was only when the very road under a car Misfortune had been chasing caved in on itself, causing said car to crash into the sewers, that the connection was made.

-          The bats rushed back to the care, and compared notes about you and about this Misfortune, things like powers and physical build, and it became clear.

-          You were Misfortune. They tried to figure out just why you had turned to this. There was no tragic backstory it seemed, as you had lived such a peaceful life. Their only theory was because of the lack of money, or maybe your powers had gone to your head.

-          They didn’t get to speculate for much longer, as a message from the league line rang across the cave. Picking it up, they were met with the face of one champion of magic, Captain Marvel.

-          Marvel greeted them, slightly awkward as he scratched his chin. When Bruce asked him for the reason of his call, Marvel stuttered a little, trying to find the right words.

-          When pressed by Bruce, he finally explained how magic in Gotham had been going haywire, and how it was centered around one specific area and as champion of magic, it was Captain Marvels duty to check it out.

-          The bats all shot each other glances. They had a feeling this had something to do with you.

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Hello, im bamdy :33 (which is @bamdyalt and @bamdystuff)

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Story:

I was born in south America while in november 12th "2015" I woke up gently not to cry as a baby, i learned how to walk, eat and have fun and now in july 25th "2023..(Grown up)" I was now ready to explore france, My parents were really old on July 25 2023. I want to go on a plane all by myself alone while sleeping, eating and going to the bathroom for a break, till I woke up, I now explore France/Paris

Why I love dave and bambi, happy tree friends, cult of the lamb, murder drones, Wii deleted you, sanrio, doors, sonic, mario, eddsworld, spooky month, tawog, south park and kirby:

Why do I love those characters?? Well as you can see back in December 30th 2022, When I was checking on google (I don't know how to login into google and YouTube) I saw these characters, Favorite perfect I just got to draw them but I draw dave and bambi cause there the best, I wont quit those characters/fandom so thats why i love those characters

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I dont ship:

DARWIN X GUMBALL AND ROB X GUMBALL (block)

STOWERB X TONKER!! (Block)

And ah yes.. (Diamond man x Garrett, dave x tristan and dave x bambi) (A huge block)

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(Btw @msm-arts if you see this, reblog this so you will know before you read it and follow me)

Earth wubbox and pompom (that's it) :'))

My favorite characters:

DAVE, BAMBI, BANDU, TRISTAN, BAMBOM, RINGI, DALE, DAVID(THE MOST), BANJEX, BAMBLERY (IF THATS RIGHT), BAMBURAI, DINGLE, DONK, OG DAVE, EXPUNGED AND MARCELLO

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CULT OF THE LAMB and pizza tower and even pretty blood, poppy playtime, helluva boss, garten of banban

Art:

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I ship: robot corn woman x bambi (dont ask why), unhinged dave x merri x bamdy x 3D dave (dont ask why again), og dave x Detimated dave x david x bamdy (AGAIN, DONT), my favorite ship: dave x muko and bamdy x wendu and taxesbi X puppeteer dave (DONT EVEN ASK WHY PR I WILL BLOCK YOU)

I have adhd/austim

I am pansexual and lesbian

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if I wawas just a little kid.. I was nowhere, I did not see anybody before when I got into the world of origins or true world.. They are around me.. Haunting me... my weakness was dale + expunged teaming up, I was.. scared in my demon form...

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