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baldval · 2 days

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idk if u like writing him so if u don’t feel free to ignore!! but picture this, adam with a higher up reader with high authority that kinda acts like beelzebub?? like adam sees them for the first time and expects them to be all wholesome and kind but she’s actually just a hardcore party gal! which kinda matches his frat boy persona too🌚 and maybe she even resembles bee a bit? UP TO U! i just love ur writing and thought of this

-🎞️ anon

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characters: adam x gn!reader

wc: 1.9k

warnings: cursing, mentions of one night stands

A/N: i'm sorry if i failed you in the whole party-fun!reader aspect i just went on a different direction and when i realised i like this a bit too much. hope you like it too anon!!!!! 🫶

You weren’t ever too sure about Adam. He just seemed a bit problematic, loud, interruptive, and he never took things seriously. Not that you were the chillest person on heaven, quite the opposite, but still, there was something about Adam that threw you off. You felt like that was all a faced. You knew that, when he wanted to, he could be kind, and was actually very enthusiastic regarding his job at heaven. Not that he would ever knowingly admit it. So when Sera partnered you two for a, quite important job, you didn’t know what to expect, or how to feel. At first you thought he might try to run the shop by not letting you contribute any of your ideas. He thought you were a tightass that would try to make everything boring (exactly what he said to Lute).

However, both of you were surprised once time went on, and you got to know each-other better. He realised you were actually quite fun, he might even say careless. He found himself in shock, and partially offended, when he realised you actually hosted parties every few weeks. You found out that he was deeply misunderstood. And actually really cute and charming. And you also promised to invite him to your next party, once you had finished the long task Sera had appointed you.

"Adam? Will you read that to me again?" You sat cross legged on the carpeted floor of Adam’s basement, chewing on the end of your click pen. Adam was too busy trying (and failing) to get basketballs on a net at the top of his wall to notice you’d called out to him. Dropping the pencil down on your notebook, you let out a frustrated sigh, standing to get his attention.

"Adam!"

Startled, he stopped short, turning towards you with his eyes wide in surprise.

"Yeah? You alright?" He asked, putting down the basketball and appearing in front of you.

"Yes Adam, I just wanted to get this part done," you explained, rolling your eyes in annoyance. “Besides, why do I have to work? I would also love to be able to play with that fucking basketball." It wasn't that Adam didn't work, he just got distracted easily.

"Ha! As if you could play." You felt deeply offended even though you knew you did NOT know how to play basketball.

"Wow. Just wow. I thought you would've known about my years in the angel's basketball team. I used to be one of the bests." You lied, trying to defend your dignity.

"As if! I was on the angel's basketball team. Never saw you there." "It must've been waaaay before you got in. I've been here for longer, you know."

"Alright then, prove it."

"Prove what?"

"Prove you can play." He handed you the ball and you held it.

"I'm a bit rusty." You smiled at him as you saw him grin. He could see right through you and your lies, what he didn't figure out was that you could also see right through him. So instead of shooting towards the net, you hit Adam with the basketball right on top of his head. Watching it bounce on it only to later hit the floor.

"Ouch! What the fuck was that for?" he ran his hand through his hair.

"Get to work or I'll hit you again."

"Hey! That's toxic workplace behaviour, I'm gonna have to report you now." You groaned in annoyance. "What will it take for you to work on this with me for an hour? Do we have to make a deal?" You joke with a light chuckle. Adam jumped at the opportunity to compromise, knowing that he could work if he really wanted to, and that the deal would then be in his favour.

"A deal hey?" He asks, resting his chin in his hands, looking up at you with sparkling eyes.

"Yes, whatever you want for 1 hour of your precious time," you scoff, picking up your pen again to work. As a higher ranking angel, you knew better than to be stubborn. You didn't mind having to sacrifice a little something. Besides, the end was in sight, meaning you wouldn’t have to deal with him for much longer - however, you struggled to admit to yourself that it would actually make you sad not hanging out with Adam as much as you were right now, worrying you would go back to the stranger treatment you had with each other before.

"I’m not gonna tell you until the hour is up," Adam teases, retrieving a book full of sinners' names for your work from the couch and opening it to a dog-eared page.

"Okay read it again for me, and this time slowly," you emphasise on the word “slowly”, watching him let out a small laugh, shifting on the floor to get comfortable.

"Okay, ready?"

"Yes, Adam."

"Okay," Adam takes a deep breath before beginning, you’re skimming over your notes, making sure all of them make sense. Adam tries to memorise some of the names before you write them, wanting rather to watch you work than have his eyes glued to the book.

Adam rests his hands in his lap, noticing the way your lips part and your tongue juts out only slightly when you concentrate. He notices you fiddling with the edge of your notebook, your fingertips grazing the spiral as it winds to bound the book. He notices how effortlessly pretty you are, and how committed you’ve been to this assignment. He thought it was so funny that you were so oblivious to his blatant staring. He suddenly lets out the breath he didn’t notice he was holding in.

"Adam?" You ask, the same annoyance bubbling inside you from when he didn’t pay attention before.

"Right," Adam shakes his head from his thoughts and returns to reciting the book.

You hadn’t noticed you’d leaned slightly into Adam, your shoulders brushing. Adam suddenly feels warm, his shoulder tingling where you were touching him. His heartbeat hammered in his ears as he licked his lips, readying himself to read the next part.

He thought of how cunning his side of the deal was, and how much more tempting it got the longer you touched him. It was a gamble, but it was one he was willing to take.

Adam rested his hand on his thigh, inching his fingers closer to your joined knees.

You look up at him, finally noticing how close the two of you had gotten, but doing nothing about the close proximity. Something felt different, the air was harder to breathe, and your stomach felt like it was housed by a million butterflies. His eyes shun as they looked into yours, your faces inching closer and closer.

Adam finished reading and silence filled the room, accompanied by the small pants of your breathing, you pulled your body away, sitting up straighter and looking more alert.

"Good reading Adam," you let out a small cough to cover the awkwardness that had just washed over you. Fuck, you were so close to kissing him, and you didn’t know why. You scowled at yourself for being so cliche, and put down your notebook. Adam bit his lip in a smile as your cheeks blushed red because he knew you’d felt that too.

"Okay, deal time?"

You know you asked for an hour, but a break right now didn’t seem so bad.

"Okay," you say, as he scoots his bottom across the floor to face you.

"One kiss," he says finally, your jaw swinging open in shock. A kiss? Was he serious? Did you hear that right?

"A kiss?" You repeat, chuckling. At first you thought it was a prank - classic Adam. However, his face was dead serious, as serious as you had ever seen him. You hadn’t read that Adam felt anything for you, the same way you hid having a big fat crush on him by being sort of mean.

"Come on, you know you want to." He teases suddenly changing his behaviour and body language as he realised he had been perhaps a bit too vulnerable for his liking. But you has already seen him. You knew his true intentions when he asked that and you knew they matched what you wantes, so why weren't you kissing him?

Your lips form a tight straight line as you contemplate your choices. Give up the tough guy act now and cave to your feelings, or don’t. It was like Adam was giving you the perfect opportunity to do what you always thought of doing.

"Okay, only one," you narrow your eyes at him as he gives you a curt nod.

“Of course, whatever the lady wants,” he sends a wink on your direction and you can't help blushing as you try to hide the redness with a laugh.

You lean forward, securing a small kiss on his cheek, almost too close to the corner of his mouth as it curled into a small smile. Your lips linger there for a moment, before you pull away, just slightly, your face still so close to Adam’s. You contemplate whether you should just go for it. But before you could decide what you wanted to do, Adam does it for you, connecting your lips in a soft, passionate kiss.

It takes you aback, but you compose yourself quickly, cupping his cheeks in your hands, as his secure to your hips. He pulls you closer, until you’re practically in his lap, straddling his hips with your thighs. His tongue prods at your lower lip, and without another thought, you open your mouth, letting his tongue explore where no one else has. The feeling was magical, and after all those nights you lay awake thinking of this moment, it finally came in full force.

You had to pull away with a gasp when Adam’s hand started to cup your bare ass under your shorts, your hands resting comfortably on his shoulders as you stared at each other.

"Fuck I’m sorry- I shouldn’t have-"

"No! It’s fine, I just, I... I kinda like you? Adam... And I mean, I don't care if you want to just fuck or whatever. But... I guess I just don't want that." you let out a nervous laugh, wanting so badly to crawl into a hole and die from your confession. "It's not you! Well, I guess it is you? I don't mind one-night stands, I just..." Adam interrupts you by letting a small laugh, the back of his hand coming up to caress your cheek.

"I get why you assumed that. I mean, I am THE Adam, THE original dick, why would I settle down?" You roll your eyes at his cockiness and his expression softens. "But I do like you. I like you just in the way that you said it, truly."

"Really?" You ask him, your voice only just louder than a whisper.

"Yeah! I mean- you’re so smart and pretty, and we’ve spent a lot of time together, I’ve enjoyed getting to know you, wouldn't mind getting to know you better. The whole of you" he moves his hand towards your waist.

“I’ve felt the same way,” you reply, pulling Adam in for a hug, resting your head in the crook of his neck. He holds you close, before you sit back down on the floor across from him.

“So… you think I’m pretty?” He asks, shooting you a cheeky wink. You roll your eyes again, letting out a small laugh.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam x reader #adam x you #cursed cat alastor #adam hazbin hotel #adam hazbin hotel headcanons #hazbin adam

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evilkaeya · 2 months

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Oh he means the world to me

#his smile warms and aches my heart at the same time #he loves humanity so so so much #he loves humanity but thinks he can never be a part of it. he doesn't consider himself human but oh dear. who's going to tell him?#who's going to tell him that he's the most human of all?#he sees humanity in everyone but not himself #even though he's brimming with it. humanity and emotions. he's so full of life it's blinding.#if only he could see himself through my eyes. the reader's eyes. he would've known.#bsd dazai

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charmercharm3r · 4 months

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doing everything together

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wc: ??

warnings: smut, explicit sexual content, bf!chan x afab!reader, porn no plot, shower sex, piv, oral (f receiving), cream pie, he’s so cute i love him

definitely not proofread, entirely self indulgent lol

☆ﾟ

He was very particular about the bathroom. Chan didn't care so much about the house hold appliances when you were looking for apartments together, except for the shower. This was the one area he showed true interest in, so you let him take the reigns entirely when he said he wanted to change the shower head from the original that came with the place.

You didn't know what he had chosen, only that he mentioned how good the water pressure was with the silliest, horniest smirk you'd ever seen.

As soon as the shower head he ordered arrived and he installed it, Chan wasted no time in getting you stripped and soaked. You got lucky that there was a shower bench, which was not what had initially drew you to choosing this apartment, but it was definitely a perk.

Lips everywhere, hands roaming, taking in the warmth of his body and the steaming shower, you couldn't help but giggle at how excited Chan was to show you the reason he chose this specific shower head. You broke away from his eager kisses to glance at where it was mounted, seeing the extra cable connected to a handheld head.

"That seems great for hosing down the walls," you thought for practical uses, not looking any closer and trying to capture his lips once again. Chan redirected your kiss to his cheek and grabbed the handheld.

"Just look," he asked, to which you playfully groaned into his neck before looking. There was an extra hole in the very top and a switch on the side. Chan reached up to the mounted shower and twisted something to turn on the handheld, then made eye contact with you while wiggling his eyebrows. Just as he did, he tipped the handheld towards the ground and flipped the switch. A stronger stream shot out from the top, and it all clicked.

You didn't get a word out before he was kissing you again and blindly leading you to sit on the all-the-more convenient bench. God, you would be dripping if you weren't already wet, Chan sliding to his knees in front of you. Of all things he wanted to be involved in, this was entirely unexpected-- though, not unwelcome whatsoever. He made himself comfortable, thick lips never straying from your skin even whist spreading your knees and fingertips toeing across your thighs.

Just to hurry things along-- you were impatient now that his grand scheme had been revealed-- you scoot forward, pushing your exposed cunt towards him hoping to entice him. Chan laughed into the meaty flesh of your thigh, lightly biting wherever he could and fully appreciating your newfound enthusiasm. Not that you weren't before, just even more now that there was a new and potentially mind-blowing sensation that he could inflict onto you.

He took your hand and let the stream from the handheld hit your palm, asking, "good pressure?"

"If you don't put that between my legs right now--"

"Okay, okay," he giggled again, "needy tonight, hm?"

"Yeah, and it's your fault," you emphasized your point by hooking your knees over his shoulders, locking your ankles behind his head.

"If I had known this is all it would take to have you borderline trying to mesh bodies, I would've upgraded the shower at our old place a long time ago." His hands kneaded at your love handles to displace his own needs for now, too excited to try this almost as much as you were. The sight of his slender, pretty fingers so close to your core was maddening and you failed holding back a slight rut of your hips.

"I would love to live inside you, actually."

"I say the same thing every time I see this pretty pussy of yours, baby." Chan wasted no more time and practically fell into you, first his tongue licking a cautionary stripe up your center, then suctioning his lips around your clit when you involuntarily threaded your fingers through his hair. He moaned into you, vibrations of his constant vocal pleasure making the introductory feeling even better.

This was just a warm up for him, just the prologue to the real fun he'd have when he thought you could handle the lovely pressure of the handheld shower head. Part of you wished he'd give it to you already, but another part never gets tired of how good he is with his mouth. If Chan could, he'd live between your legs and have you for all three meals of the day. And what a blessing those lips are, already having you curling your toes and tugging at his wet curls within the three minutes he'd been on his knees.

Slowly, his fingers tiptoed their way to join his mouth, spreading you wider with two fingers for more access for his lips, then gently moving to circle them around your entrance. Your head fell back against the tiled shower wall, whimpers not ceasing anytime soon.

Just as you were gonna ask him for more, he pulled away, but not without replacing what he'd stole. Chan pushed two fingers into you right when the stream grazed your clit, lightly and calculated as not to do too much. He glared up at you with concern when you slammed your head back against the wall much harder than before, Chan stammered to pull away but backtracked when you cried his name, "don't you fucking dare."

"I do love when you boss me around, darling," he replied, sarcasm dripping from his perfect lips. The teasing came with retaliated pleasure, maneuvering the stream so it hit your clit more straight on. You moaned louder, shuddering and wanting to pull away at how much more intense the feeling was than before. "If you're gonna talk like that to me, then take it like a fucking champ. Don't let me down."

Oh, it was a challenge, now. There was no backing down, you were gonna be fucking good and take whatever he wanted to give just for the sake of being able to rub it in his face later that he couldn't break you. Just don't let him see how badly you wished it was his cock in you instead-- that'd be the real tipping point.

"That's right, baby, I knew you could do it," he praised, mouthing and teething at the flesh of your thigh, slight pinching making the pain mix with the pleasure much, much too well. His fingers started to slowly move, adding the needed friction from within and it had you sob, just once. "Hm, I don't think this is enough."

Oh no, don't say it. "Maybe you need something bigger."

Fuck, he's gonna say it. "Think you can take my cock, too, baby?"

And you're gonna say yes. "Please, yes, please."

Chan pulled the stream for a second to give you a comforting, pillowy soft kiss to your clit and stood. He hung heavy, swaying and glistening and so mouth watering. Somehow, everything was just the right height for him to easily find his reddening tip at your hole and push in. The stretch, a welcome sizzling burn that soon turned into nothing but tingling euphoria, coupled with the returned stimulation of the jet stream, you were floored. It was written all over your face.

He laughed and hid his face in your neck as you adjusted to the all of the new feelings. "God, stop fucking clenching like that," he whined, sending a light slap to the outside of your thigh, which only made you clench harder. He slapped again, a little harder, then groaned when your whole body twitched. "You're killing me here."

"Then make me cum already, unless you wanna die a slow, wonderfully warm and wet death."

"I love when you talk dirty to me."

"Chris, shut up and fuck me."

He shrugged, pecking your lips lovingly and resting his hand on your hip bone to keep the stream pointed just right on your nerves. He knew your body like the back of his hand, knew the spot that made you want to claw out of your skin because the pleasure was too great, and he hit it every time. Only now, he could fuck you at the same time.

And fuck you, he did. He was slow and precise, just as ever, wanting to hit the right spots that caused you to contracted hard and practically milk him, that was his favorite feeling. Getting this little appliance did half the job for him, all he had to do was hold it steady and move his hips.

The sight above you was heavenly, his wet abs right in front of your face while his soaked curls would occasionally drip onto your face and cause you to look up, then be met with his sculpted features. God-- if there is a god-- it could very well look like Chan. The way he looked at you could make you cum by that alone.

It took another four minutes, tops, of him barely rocking into you, tapping at the soft spot within you and keeping the stream satisfying the pulsing along your center. You reached up for his biceps, lightly scratching and pulling him down for a slow, sloppy kiss, mumbling against his lips how close you already were. "Whenever you want, darling," he cooed back, entirely satiated already.

Chan did what he always did when you were close, and that was rapid fire. He quickly shook his wrist to let the stream run over your clit, back and forth, the feeling getting more and more intense every split second it left and returned tenfold. Until you were clawing down his forearm and abdomen, back arching against the tile with a last cry of his name and a string of whimpers.

Another minute passed before the oxygen returned to your brain and you could think clearly again. Chan was looking down at you with his forehead leaning against the tile as well, buried as deep in you as he could go and a silly smile plastered along his lips. Oh, how you loved his lips.

"I think our water bill is gonna be incredibly high," you joked, kissing the darkening red lines along his wrist.

"Just means we'll have to shower together. Y'know, to save water."

"I won't complain about that." Chan's eyes crinkled as he came down to press a kiss to your forehead in return.

"Doing everything with you is the highlight of my day. Even washing your stinky feet," he gently slid out of you and tickled the bottoms of your feet, getting you to kick him away while trying to crawl under the shower again. Chan caught you by the waist and held you from behind, once again hiding in the crook of your neck and simply enjoying having you in his arms.

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allfearstofallto · 26 days

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Always Under Skin, Even When it Gets Removed

Yandere! Childe x Reader

Part of {Mai Playlist}

Childe was a nuisance. Persistent. A vermin. Childe was a pest. Like an infestation of roaches, you could do everything in your power to get rid of him, but he'd still be somewhere nearby. Determination was one of his strongest traits, and he was determined to ruin you.

Being married to him was never in your cards and if you could've never met him at all, you would've been happy. Yet for almost a year, you were forced to be his doting wife. Only managing to steal yourself away after months of planning and a few close calls. The taste of free air, even if it was the air of Snezhnaya, was the best thing on your tongue, better than even your favorite food cooked to perfection.

You didn't think you'd live the life of a nomad, but it seemed easier. Paranoia was second nature to you now, and staying in one place seemed dangerous. He could be anywhere, around any corner, close by, but not showing himself until he knew it would fuck you over. Was living life on the road considered freedom? You didn't know, but anything would be better than another day with Childe.

“How far will this take me?” You held up a good ring to a carriage driver, making sure to keep your face covered beneath your hood. You took a lot when you left, mostly jewelry, things that were small and expensive.

He eyes the ring over before dropping it back into the palm of your hand, “It'll get you pretty far, but where are you even trying to go?”

“Anywhere is fine,” you said quickly.

The man helped you up into the back of his wagon, where he kept his wares. Mostly agricultural things, fresh produce and hay. It wasn't the best place you'd ridden before, but it was far from being the worst.

You understood why people were weary of you. You weren't making much of an effort to not come off as strange, but you weren't out to make friends. The wagon swayed as the sun began to set over the horizon, he didn't tell you how long he'd be driving and quite honestly, you didn't care. At the next port, you'd stow yourself away onto some other vehicle, never stopping, not even for a breath.

You let your head rest back against the hard wooden wall, you let your arms fall to your side, you let the movement of the wagon sway you to sleep. Morning would come and you'd be awoken by the well-known feeling of the carriage lurching to a stop and sunlight beaming through the cracks in the wall. Outside sounded like a bustling city, although you didn't know where, quite honestly it didn't matter.

“It's back here, sir,” you heard the voice of the carriage driver say as you watched shadows fall over the doorway. You can recognize Childe. Recognize his smell, his voice, a strand of his hair if you were to find one, and most importantly, you could recognize his footsteps. Slow, drawn out, and precise. Your blood went cold, noticing that the driver wasn't walking alone.

The door was slammed open and before you could even make a break for it, cold metal was pressed to your neck. Sharp enough to slice your head right off your body if you made any sudden moves, you could already feel the steel biting into your skin.

“Already running away again?” You didn't even want to look at him, but he used the tip of his blade to tilt your head up. Still wearing a smile as he looked down upon you, “I will admit, I'm proud of you. You managed to stay away longer than I expected,” the blade pushed a lot harder into your neck, “I missed you, my angel.”

You could say nothing as he took you by the hand, pulling you from the cart and onto the ground. You weren't treated gently, not when he was angry. His anger was a menace to deal with. The bigger the smile, the words his rage, and he looked practically elated to see you.

“You took everything, but this,” he tossed your wedding band down, it fell onto your body and landed on your thighs. The ring was warm, like he'd been clutching it in his hand. Knowing him, he probably hadn't let it go since he discovered you were gone.

Without much of an argument, you slipped the ring back on your finger. The small band felt more like a shackle, than something meant to adorn your body. With it, your taste of delicious, true freedom was ripped from your mouth almost as quickly as you'd gotten it. But you'd never get to taste it again.

Childe was all smiles and laughter as he helped you into his own carriage. That smile not reaching his dead, hollow eyes. The ride to Snezhnaya would be a long one, you wonder how long he could contain his anger till then?

#genshin #genshin x reader #genshin impact #yandere genshin #yandere x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere #yandere childe x reader #yandere childe #genshin childe x reader

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oepionie · 1 year

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INTERRUPTED MAKE-OUT SESSION.octatrio

Synopsis: The octotrio don't really take kindly to having their alone time with you interrupted.

Characters: Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech , Floyd Leech x GN! Reader

Tags: Suggestive because oh wow that's a lot of kissing, Azul forms a Crowley hate club, Crewel being an overprotective dad in Jade's part, Floyd annoys you (lovingly)

Word Count: 2k+ | 💌Masterlist

A.A | AZUL ASHENGROTTO:

Azul seldom had days off; he was usually dedicated to his office, checking work and finalizing deeds he'd made over the week. Like now, he's busier than ever, especially with the holiday season approaching. You usually would've helped him out if it weren't for Crowley…

The headmaster, ever so generous and kind, was making you run errands for him more than usual. Both of you were so swamped with work that you hadn't seen one other in weeks.

Deciding to take things into their own hands, Jade and Floyd approached you, trying to garner your pity by telling you how 'pathetic' and 'antsy' their boss had gotten during your absence. Floyd amped up the theatrical performance by throwing himself over your shoulder and sobbing crocodile tears over the 'inhumane work conditions' he's been put through. (Azul made him work 10 minutes longer).

To the eel's delight, their terrible acting actually worked and it convinced you to check up on your poor unfortunate little octopus.

You entered Azul's office, carrying a platter of pastries and tea. He was slouched against his chair, reading paperwork in a position that was bound to strain his neck and back.

"Oh, Angelfish?" As you set the tray on a coffee table, Azul stands to greet you. You don't miss how his face lights up when you walk towards him.

"How are you?" You ask, wrapping your arms around his waist while his hands reach up to cup your cheeks. The leather of gloves felt cool against your skin and you sighed happily, closing your eyes.

"Busy, as usual…" Azul muttered and let you guide him to one of the couches in his office. He plopped down onto the chair and groaned in exhaustion, sinking into the velvet plush cushions. "If I have to read another one of those pathetic deals from these Savanaclaw students, I think I'm gonna have a stroke."

Azul's eyes bore into yours, his lips curling into a bitter frown. "It's been nearly a month since we last saw each other…"

"I know. Crowley's been making me work my ass off these days." You smiled apologetically, moving in to press a fleeting kiss against his temple. Azul grumbled, his eyes briefly glancing over the pile of deals atop his desk. There was a mischievous gleam in his eyes as he looked up at you.

"Angelfish. You know I can easily fix that problem for you, no?" Azul spoke lowly, adjusting his gloves with a dark look on his face. Immediately, you shook your head. "No making deals with Crowley."

"Alright, no deals…but say the word and I'll gladly take care of it." Azul muttered, crossing his arms and pushing his glasses up. You chuckled and bent forward to peck his lips in thanks.

However, it seems that Azul missed you more than you thought. You should've known that someone as greedy as Azul wasn't going to be satiated by a small kiss like that. Before you could back away his hand clasped over your waist, pulling you back in. Gasping, you slid into his lap and he immediately fused his lips against yours.

"Stay." He mouths against your lips as both his hands move to grip your waist. Azul kisses you again and again, only giving you a few seconds to recover. Feeling lightheaded, you pulled away trying to catch your breath.

"Azu-" Before you could even get a word out, he kisses you again, this time with more passion. The ferocity of it all causes your head to spin as your hands become entangled in his white hair. It was almost as if he hadn't kissed you in ages, as if it was his first time seeing you in years. His tongue darts across your bottom lip, prompting you to part your lips.

"Knock Knock." Floyd's voice echoed through the closed door, and Azul jolted. He pulled away from you, his gaze moving to the tweels who were most likely standing behind the door.

"Oi Azul, there's some guy out there lookin' for ya. He's calling you 'Mr Ashengrotto'. What a weirdo."

"Floyd. Doesn't saying 'knock knock' defeat the purpose of knocking?" Jade's muffled voice spoke.

"Didn't ask. Don't care."

You watch Azul glare at the door, cursing under his breath, clearly irritated that his private time with you had been disturbed. He considered just directing the client to return another day. However, it seems that you've decided to make that decision for him.

"You heard them." Pulling him up, you fixed the collar to his uniform and combed his hair back into place. Teasingly, you ran your thumb over his lips.

"Don't keep them waiting, Mr Ashengrotto."

J.L | JADE LEECH:

Wiping the table down, you made sure to get every small spec of dust off of the metal surface. It was late at night and you were helping Jade close the lounge up for his shift.

You were concentrated and hard at work, determined to finish the job properly. Jade, on the other hand, found himself marvelling at the unusual sight of you in his dorm's uniform.

Azul had given you an Octavinelle dorm uniform that was tailored and custom-made specifically for you.But of course, nothing ever came for free when it involved the capitalist octopus.

It was intended to be used for promotional purposes. You were Ramshackle's prefect and the magicless human trapped in a mage school, it's no question that you had a lot of attention thrown your way. It was only natural that his boss would exploit such popularity.

Such a stark difference from your normal outfit. You were usually seen wearing the school uniform issued specially for your shabby dorm, paired with the expensive high-end designer fur coat Crewel gifted you.

To put it short, you appeared much more lovely than usual.

So, was it really his fault when he drew you behind the bar and began kissing you silly? Oh darling pearl, of course not.

"Jade-" You gasp against his lips when his weight starts to push on you. Your back collides with one of the stools, leaving you with little choice but to settle down atop the bar counter.

He swiftly hoists you up over the table, allowing you to sit snugly as you wrap your legs around his hips; he does all this without ever pulling his lips away.

“J-Jade we have a job to finish." You panted but Jade had no intention to stop. He steps back to assess your reaction, a sadistic grin spread across his face.

The eel was gentle when he manoeuvred you to lay down against the table, but the look and gleam in his eyes said otherwise.

"Oya, I fear something much more interesting has taken my attention." He nips at your lips, recapturing them with hardly a second to breathe between each one, his hands sliding up your hips to hold you in place.

"How could I not indulge myself when the most exquisite shining pearl is within my grasp?" Jade whispers.

The merman starts pulling his gloves off and loosening his tie. He returned for another open-mouthed kiss. It seemed as though he just couldn't get enough of you. Every breathy kiss he drew from you felt like waves pulling him under, luring him to continue and drown himself in your love again and again.

Sadly, all wonderful things must come to an end.

"Leech. Hands off my pup." You nearly slipped off the counter when you heard a familiar stern voice call out for you. You spun around, gasping, to discover Crewel standing by the door. His face distorted into an unsightly sneer as he peered at Jade.

"Pup. I believe you forgot but we have a shopping appointment today." Embarrassed, you quickly bowed your head and kept your head down. Why. Why on earth couldn't the ground just swallow you whole right now?

All suave and smooth, Jade took a step back and picked you up. Yelping, you held onto his biceps, head spinning from the sudden movement. Jade merely chuckled and lowered you back down onto the ground.

Crewel storms up to you, your fur coat in hand. He drapes the coat over your torso, fussing over your unkempt appearance. The man turns to throw Jade another scathing look, silently cursing the eel under his breath.

Despite your embarrassed and mortified state, Jade crouches down and whispers to you. "I'll get back to you later, my pearl."

F.L | FLOYD LEECH:

Huffing, you stormed out of the classroom with a towering eel hot on your trail. Before you could even round the corner, Floyd threw his arms over your shoulders and leaned his entire body against yours.

"Floyd! Get off! I'm still upset at you after that stunt you performed earlier!" You grumbled, your knees wobbling from trying to withstand his weight.

Floyd doesn't say anything and just slithers his arm around your waist, his teeth affectionately nibbling the exposed flesh of your neck. His annoyingly handsome face was plastered with a smug smile. He knew he was a menace, and he was proud of it.

Professor Trein's lectures were absurdly long, and you can imagine how bored the eel gets during his classes. The issue is that he's decided to turn you into his new source of entertainment. He kept poking you with a pencil, handing you tiny messages on crumpled notebook paper, and kicking you with his foot. The eel had even sneakily placed his hand on your thigh at one point, drawing patterns and words with his fingertips while pretending to listen to the lecture.

You squirmed and tried to shake your way out of his grasp. Your lover snorted at your pitiful escape attempts and tightened his grip on you.

"Neh~ Shrimpy, this hallway isn't my vibe at all. Let's go somewhere else!" Floyd pulls you into an empty classroom, kicking the door shut. He pushed you against a desk, slamming his hands on either side of you.

All of a sudden, his mood changes. The eel leans down to murmur into your ear, his breathy voice sending shivers up and down your spine.

“That class was so boringg. I can't help it that shrimpy's squirming is much more entertaining~” Floyd laughs, nudging his head against your cheek.

That little nudge was all that it took to get you to lower your guard, allowing him to strike and press his lips on yours.

Floyd's hands raked themselves up your back, his thumb rubbing circles onto the nape of your neck. He gave you one final kiss while grinning before stepping back to give you some room to breathe.

“Hm~? I thought you were still mad at me.” Floyd says as you lean in to chase his lips. You clicked your tongue and grabbed his collar, pulling him close to your face. This time, you take the lead and Floyd eagerly follows suit with a giddy smile on his face.

The loving moment between you two lasts for a few minutes before the door to the classroom slams open.

"Floyd! I've been calling your phone for the last hour!" Both Azul and Jade appeared. Azul looked as if he just ran a marathon, his flushed skin having a faint red tint to it. Jade was as composed as ever and stood behind the octoboss, sending you and his brother a knowing look.

“So what?” Floyd blinks, indifferent to Azul's anger. He just truly doesn’t find anything wrong about skipping his job and showering you with some love and affection.

"What do you mean 'so what'!? You promised me you would take the morning shift! We agreed on this!" Azul scolded, banging his fist against the door. But with his face twisted up like he'd just swallowed a lemon, it was hard to take him seriously.

"I don't want to gooo…" Floyd wailed as he sat down with you on the floor. He collapsed on the ground and drew you into his arms, ignoring Azul's shouts. You cuddled against him, sighing, for there was no way out.

This was your fate.

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ethansluvbot · 1 year

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Hey can you do Jack Champion x Actress!Reader, Where Jack has a crush on her and he like dms her?

FLAWLESS | JACK CHAMPION

summary: jacks had a crush on you for a while now. she's a great actress that he admires. one night he decides its time to finally message her.

warnings: none just fluff :)

an: sorry this is so so so short. i’m so sick so i’ll get to the request and write extra today!! i hope this is how you expected it :)

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fan01 you’re so gorgeous, i can’t wait to see the movie!!

yourusername thank you so much!!

jackchampion are you having a good time? the view looks amazing :)

yourusername i love it, thank you!

baileybliss trying to steal my girl?

masongooding my boys trying to make a move?

fan02 you’re so stunning

fan03 THE PASTA YUM

it wasn't unnoticeable that jack has a huge crush on y/n. he was always commenting, liking and reposting her post. he watched all of the movies that she started in and rewatched the shows. he even tried to get jenna to set you two up.

he would've made a move earlier but he was afraid of rejection. maybe it was the fact that he had alcohol in his system that he messaged you.

all he said was a simple hey, "really?" he thought to himself. he should've said something to intrigue her more. he threw his phone and ran away acting like a little girl. it was probably about ten minutes later that he finally decided to check his phone.

y/n scrolled through her messages until she saw his name pop up. all he said was a simple greeting, but you still was amused by it. she tapped the message quickly thinking of the best thing to send back.

hi :)

it shocked him that he even got a reply back. he tried his best to understand what just happened to him. (he’d probably start kicking his feet like a little girl)

i’m going to be honest, i don’t know what to say because i’m still in shock

that was the only thing that could come out after 20 minutes of thinking. she replied pretty quickly to him.

ill give you time to process this ;) i’m going out to lunch, maybe you can join me?

hell yes :)

jack spent at least a half an hour trying to pick a outfit. after he still didn’t figure it out he resorted to calling his mom. which she helped him pick out a outfit quickly.

it was a understatement to say jack was nervous. this is all he wanted. he wanted her. he got into the car and drove to the panera. to be honest he wasn't the biggest fan of panera, but he did it all for her. he would do anything for her.

she sat there waiting with a fresh bowl of soup. he was at least 30 minutes late to their "date". the sound of the bell from the door made her meet the eyes of jack. she smiled waving him over to her.

"hey! sorry i'm late, i couldn't pick out an outfit to wear." she nodded to him. why did she make him that nervous? it's not like they never interacted before. maybe only one or two times.

"i promise i'm friendly," she said brushing her hand against him. that didn't calm any of his nerves. he would just have to be himself and hope she would accept him.

an hour later they finally began to laugh together. it was almost like they had known each other for a long time. he wondered if she actually thought about him more than a friend.

"i really do like you, no matter what i'll wait for you." jack said. you both finished up your lunch and were getting ready to leave. you looked up to him meeting his puppy dog eyes. no one could say no to that.

you looked at his lips and then directly into his eyes. leaning up you attached yourself to his lips. your arm reaching up to curl in his hair.

"i'll text you later stranger," she gave him once last kiss on the lips. she never met someone like her. someone that she could spend her life laughing with. she wondered if something would actually happen between them.

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thechaoticplayer · 2 months

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academic rival Ver x reader

Author's note: BAM SLAM IMAGINE BEING AN ACADEMIC RIVAL WITH VER? NAUR... COULDNT BE ME, IM NOT THE TOP OF MY CLASS my ass would get annihilated (lmao)

Summary: me blabbing about being fucked by Ver Vermillion but in bullet points and a bit of paragraphs

Contains: nsfw, academic rivalry, might be ooc, x fem reader, dry humping, Ver using you to get himself off, extremely short sorry I'm yet again writing this at 4 am

None of my works are proofread

Ver Vermillion and you were at the top of your class, always going above the standard

And of course, you became academic rivals.

it was like a flip switched in Ver, he known to be quiet and level headed

but with you? You somehow know where to pluck his nerves

It was always a competition with Ver with tests, quizzes, unit tests, etc to see who would get higher than the other

Lately, both of you have been getting tied scores

Throwing jabs at each other under a veiled smile, you bet that you were going to get the higher score

Unfortunately... you didnt :[ he got one point higher than u

And you said you were willing to bet ANYTHING... yk...

"in a classroom? You're insane," you whisper shout at VER VERMILLION who traps you in between his arms on his desk.

"The door's locked, I'm not stupid," Ver retorts.

"People can still hear genius."

"Well..." Ver places his hand on your mouth and leans close. "You're going to have to be quiet then, right?"

You exhale hard through your nose, obviously protesting against this. You were in the middle of thinking about biting him when he lifts the skirt around your hips, his breaths tickling your ear. You can feel your heart rate spike up, a mixture of anxiety and excitement pumping in your veins.

A harsh jerk brings your hips to Ver's, and a muffled squeak rips from you. Something hard bumps your inner thigh, and you flush hard at the sight of it.

Ver hums at the look on your face, noting the swirl of anticipation and desire. "Who would've thought Miss Top Of The Class could be so naughty."

You narrow your eyes at him because this was his idea! Ver was the one who suggested this, not you! What on earth is he-

Ver grinds his clothed erection against your own clothed cunt and you stifle a moan. He does this ever so slowly, his hard cock pressing against your clit between two thin pieces of fabric. Ver spreads your legs wide for him, looming over you as he ruts against your core.

Your arousal seeps through your panties and it shows on his pants. Ver chuckles shakily, swallowing down moans himself. His eyes watch as your own flutter open and shut and you unknowingly, grinding yourself against him as well. Ver's cock is so painfully hard, and grinding against you offered some sort of relief. But it wasnt enough for him.

Ver tears your panties, causing you to squeal. His hand tightens on your jaw in warning, giving you a quick glare of warning. You glare back at him, breathing hard.

He slides his length in between your folds, groaning at the feeling of your slick coating him. "You're so wet for me. And to think you actually despised me. I guess I was wrong."

You were definitely gonna bite this guy when the head of his dick circles your sensitive bud, causing a low moan in your throat. His girth nearly slips in but never does, Ver teasing you with just the tip. It was embarrassing how soaking wet you are for your rival.

"You don't deserve my cock," Ver whispers hotly in your ear, making you shudder. "So I'll just use you until I'm done."

So that's what he does, cock sliding between your folds to get himself off, teasing your entrance, only allowing a centimeter by centimeter in you. Your hands grasp his shoulders, begging Ver to fuck you with your eyes as his length bumps against your clit for the umpteenth time. But Ver isn't listening, watching the way it seems like more and more arousal cover his cock and drip onto the desk and floors. His pace quickens as well as his breathing, his cock pulsing with the need to spill like your own.

Your eyes roll back at the feeling, pleasure shooting up your back and causing you to arch. Toes curled as Ver used you for his own selfish pleasure. His groans nearly fill the room, but he knows to keep quiet.

Hot liquid spurts out his cock, spreading all over your core as you release with a drawn out moan. Both releases mix together on your bare cunt, and Ver observes with a low laugh.

"You should see how your face looks right now. I didn't even put my cock in you and you came," Ver notes with a innocent smile. You shove his hand off your face with a scoff, chest quivering.

"You're the one who enjoyed it the most," you snap back shakily.

Ver gets close to your face. "Perhaps I did, but I didn't show it as much as you did."

Heat floods your face and gestures to your cheeks. You hop down from the desk, nearly falling but catching yourself before you do so. You stare at the ripped panties on the floor and Ver tosses a roll of napkins at you, which you catch easily.

"Clean yourself up and the desks," Ver calls as he approaches the door of the classroom. A grin on his lips. "You are the loser of this bet today. Would love to have more bets with you in the future."

A quiet click of the door and he's gone. But next week, just as predicted, there would be another bet.

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akittenwrites · 2 years

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Queen of Ice and Prince of Fire

Author: @akittenwrites

Summary: Lady Y/N Stark of Winterfell has declared herself Queen in the North. That means war, against King Viserys, and also against Prince Daemon. But the Rogue Prince doesn't want to fight her.

Type: multichapter series

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x reader

Word count: 2181

Warnings: swearing.

Tagging: nobody yet. If you want to be tagged, send me a message.

The commotion in the small council chamber was such Daemon wondered what the hell had happened this time. He had been summoned for an emergency meeting by King Viserys himself and had just arrived to see the King sitting at the head of the table, with noticeable bags under his eyes and his silver hair messier than ever.

As Daemon walked down the few steps into the room and made his way towards his seat at the table, some maidens hurried to light the candles and serve their cups. The matter was urgent, but not urgent enough to wake the cupbearer, it seemed. It made sense, it was the hour of the owl and Princess Rhaenyra was still young.

As he moved his chair to take his seat, he made eye contact with Otto Hightower. The slithering snake met his stare, yet didn't stare back as he usually did. No, he was worried. He could tell from his furrowed brows and the tapping of his fingers on the table.

Once the Master of Ships, Lord Corlys Velaryon, took his seat, the servants exited the room and they were left alone, only the silence of the night and the dancing flames of the candles making them company. The Kingsguard stood outside, guarding the doors.

"An... issue... has arisen," Otto was the first to speak. Usually that courtesy was granted to the King, but at this point Daemon knew better than to expect something different from his brother, and the hungry leech stuck to his shoulder.

"What is it, then?" Daemon mocked. "No need for dramatic pauses. We're all very curious."

The Hand of the King glared at him and was probably thinking of some quick comeback, but this time it was Viserys' voice that cut through the silence.

"We have received a raven from Winterfell," he explained, leaning his elbows on the table. "It had a message in it, signed by the Lady of Winterfell herself."

Viserys took his cup in his hands and had a taste of wine before continuing. The tension in the room could be cut with a knife.

"The North has declared itself independent from the Seven Kingdoms."

Those words were enough for a discussion to erupt, with everybody talking on top of each other and nobody understanding what anyone was saying. Daemon watched silently as Viserys placed his hands on the sides of his head and closed his eyes just for a moment.

"Are we sure the message isn't fake?" Lord Corlys asked as loud as he could.

"Unfortunately we are," responded Lord Lyonel Strong, who had also been sitting in silence next to him. "The message has the stamp with the sigil of House Stark, the direwolf."

He reached under his cloak and placed the small rolled-up piece of parchment on the table for all to see. Corlys was the first to get his hands on it, only to read it and toss it back, clearly displeased.

"We couldn't have predicted Lord Stark's death almost a year ago would lead to this," added Otto. "It is an unexpected turn of events."

Then he fixed his eyes on Daemon, brown meeting violet, fighting for dominance.

"I remember Lady Stark used to be close to the King's brother when she was in court, before her father's passing. Did she ever mention wishing for the North's independence?"

"Don't you think I would've told my brother about it if she had, Hand?" he snarled, his hands reaching for the parchment. "You have a web of spies that follow me around Flea Bottom just for gossip, yet you failed to notice half the realm getting ready for war?"

"Her father was an honorable man. I expected he would've passed that on to his daughter, but I should have known better. Just because they are family doesn't mean they are both to be trusted, after all."

Otto's eyes remained fixed on Daemon as he whispered the words.

"If you want to insult me I'd much prefer you do it directly, my Lord," Daemon said, his hands unrolling the paper. "Why go to such lengths to be a cunt?"

Otto was just about to answer when he was once again interrupted by Viserys.

"Stop. Put aside your personal differences for one night and do your job," he stood up, his hands on the table, and his eyes looking at each of them intently, the sleepiness already gone. "This is a real threat. War. We can't afford a war right now, and I will not be the King that lost what Aegon conquered!"

Viserys was furious, the flames dancing in his purple eyes. Daemon smiled slightly. There was the dragon. It often refused to come out, but when it did, nobody could deny its commanding presence.

While the council stayed silent, mulling over the King's words, he looked down and read the message Lady Stark had sent.

"It is my pleasure to announce The North will no longer be reigned by a King, but a Queen. We are willing to form alliances. We are willing to go to war if need be. It's your choice.

Y/N Stark, Queen in the North."

"If we lose the North we risk the other kingdoms following their example," Otto breathed out.

"Then we'll torch them to the ground," Corlys interjected. "We have dragons. We have ten of them. Aegon conquered Westeros with three. And this is a child pretending to be Queen. She may have been the heir of Winterfell, but she is not prepared to rule over the North by herself. It's too much territory if you don't have dragons."

Viserys swallowed, clearly having considered that already. It was the truth, they had plenty of dragons and armies. But the North was cold, large, and unforgiving. And its people were more loyal than Viserys' entire court combined. Y/N knew that. She knew many things, as far as Daemon was concerned. He used to join her in the forest, under the Weirwood tree, while she read about the history of Westeros. The history of the conquest. Dorne. They spent hours together, reading in silence, just as she liked it. Sometimes she would put the books aside and rest her head on Daemon's lap, her long dark hair touching the ground, as she let her mind wander.

That was how they went from strangers who often crossed paths inside the Red Keep to friends who shared their love of literature and history and sword fighting... to lovers.

The first time she rested his head on his shoulder and looked at him with those bright grey eyes of hers, he knew he was done for. She was barely an adult back then, sent to court by her father to represent Winterfell and House Stark in matters it was concerned. It turned out she never needed to represent her House in anything, because as she put it, whatever happened in the South never reached the North, and she didn't care for southern issues.

Nevertheless, she enjoyed the Red Keep's library, and she enjoyed Daemon's company. They shared their first kiss under that old Weirwood tree, slow and gentle, getting to know each other's lips. She wasn't like any other woman he had been with before. And that one time, they both told each other it was just a kiss. Just curiosity. Yet a flame was ignited that day and it wasn't long until his hands were wandering up and down her thighs while she sat on his lap, moaning his name into his mouth.

Sharing their chambers became a routine they kept secret, with Daemon teaching her how to use the palace's secret tunnels, and using them himself to visit her at night. Long gone were his nights spent at the brothels. To the rest of the court, they were just friends who enjoyed each other's company. Perhaps they suspected more, yet nobody voiced it for fear of it reaching Daemon's ears. He was married and she was a maiden.

He smiled to himself, the memories bitter now that the matter of war was in discussion. Her being away for so long hadn't made the memories fade away. He missed her being around. Her voice, her embrace, her warmth, her touch.

"What are you smiling about, Prince Daemon?" Otto's voice interrupted his train of thought. "Perhaps you know something you would like to share with the rest of us?"

"I do," he answered simply, lifting a brow. "I know Y/N would love to cut your tongue out. That much she did tell me, repeatedly."

He laughed quietly to himself as he recalled her snarky remarks about the King's Hand. Many of their private conversations could've ended up with both of them accused of treason. Y/N appeared gentle and kind in public, which she was, yet there was a fierceness hidden underneath only he knew. She couldn't be tamed. The wolf was as wild as the dragon. So yes, he believed for some reason she had decided to pull this stupid stunt that may cost her her life. It didn't matter if she could use a sword, she had no way of fighting dragonfire.

"We have to end this before it goes any further," Corlys insisted. "We will make an example of them."

"We can't burn the North to the ground," interrupted Lyonel Strong. "House Stark and their bannermen are the only things standing between us and whatever threats may come from beyond the Wall. If their armies are gone, the rest of the Kingdom is vulnerable. We have to negotiate with her."

"She's a traitor. You would have me entertain her?" Viserys asked in disbelief.

"If we need armies in the North, we can eliminate House Stark and let one of their bannermen take their place in Winterfell," Corlys proposed.

"Northerners will not have it. You would risk war," Lyonel insisted. "She wouldn't be calling herself Queen in the North and sending us this unless she had their loyalty. Kill her and watch the rest of the North rise."

"We do not negotiate with traitors, Lord Lyonel," Otto seethed. "If the entire North wants war they can have it, the Crown has the power to end it in an instant. We will give Winterfell to the Lannisters if need be."

"You can't break my Kingdom and rearrange it like a puzzle!" Viserys growled. After a few seconds of silence, he sat down. "We need the North, that much is clear. You're my advisors. And your advice isn't helpful right now."

Daemon agreed.

"Your Grace, the mere threat of dragonfire and destruction may be enough... if enacted properly," Otto suggested.

Silence.

"Go on," said Viserys.

"Prince Daemon knows Lady Y/N better than he lets on. Before she left for Winterfell because of her father's passing, they spent hours together in the woods every day. Or even training in the courtyard, as unladylike as that was." Daemon's eyes were fixed on Otto, daring him to say something that would cost him his life, as he drank from his cup and let him speak. "I may be overstepping here, but I think Lady Y/N considered Prince Daemon her friend here in court. As far as I know, she didn't spend time with anybody else."

"Do you think I should ride Caraxes all the way to Winterfell and win her over with the power of my friendship?" Daemon asked, before draining the rest of his wine. "I think you're overestimating my charms, Lord Hand."

It seemed he was the only one that found that funny. Lyonel Strong cleared his throat beside him before speaking.

"I think Ser Otto's point is Lady Y/N has proved herself to be unpredictable, and if threatening her will be our approach, it would be safer if Prince Daemon did it. Alone."

"Why?" King Viserys wondered what the rest of them were thinking.

"If she is ready for war as she claims in this message, we can't ride up North on dragonback and not expect retaliation. They could have scorpions or other kinds of weapons we do not know of."

"So you would have me risk my dragon."

Silence.

"Daemon, would she order an attack on you?" Viserys looked at him, appearing to consider the council's suggestion.

He sighed, playing with his cup. He knew what Viserys was really asking. Are you in any way to blame for this uprising? Did you hurt her in any way? How does she feel about you?

"No, she would not," he answered after a few moments of silence. "She knows Caraxes. I took her to the dragonpit more than once. He... appreciates her company."

Viserys understood what he meant. If Caraxes, as temperamental as he was, never considered her a threat, then she wasn't one, at least not to Daemon.

"It is decided then. On the morrow, you will leave for Winterfell. You will represent your King and put an end to this nonsense."

Lord Corlys was the only one that didn't seem happy with the decision, but said nothing.

Daemon simply nodded.

"As my King commands."

Next part.

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beoneofus · 11 months

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first person | gender neutral! reader

“ I don't do relationships, dollface. ”

that was the first thing he had told me when I met him. I was a boring stranger in a run down pizza shop on the boardwalk; an employee who worked there, just taking their late break that was three hours past due. him? he just so happened to be a customer that was tired of waiting for his food, and decided to take a seat next to me.

for a moment, I didn't even register the fact that he sat down. you would've thought, since the old Red booths squeaked like hell under any weight — or, maybe even the fact that the boots he wore counted heavily under his feet. but no, no. I was way too occupied thumbing at the craft I had in my hand. just a cute little box I was making out of a piece of paper I found in the back office. there wasn't much to do with thirty minutes, when you were on the boardwalk.

literally, it'd take forty just to beat a line at the rollercoaster.

so that left me to find my own shit to do. why not make it interesting, huh?

but I guess he wanted to make conversation. people must've jumped at his feet, though, because what he really said had caught me off guard.

I remember lifting my head, tongue still stuck out in concentration, and looking at him up through thw loose hairs that fell into my line of sight. in a workplace like this, everything about you tends to get messy, so I wasn't surprised my hair was a wreck.

“ what? ” I asked, rather confused. the scrunch of skin between my brows was felt a great amount, so there's no doubt I looked lost as hell.

the blonde in front of me leaned forward, a small grin quirking up onto his lips, which I momentarily flickered down to look at. it was just out of instinct, but it wasn't a surprise he took it otherwise. the fact that he grinned wider told me so. “ I said, I don't do relationships. now can we have a nice chat, or are you gonna’ jump my bones just like everyone else? ”

I tilted my head to the side in thought once it finally registered what he had said. the cogs turned, and before I could even think, words were spitting out of my mouth. “ no offense, but who says you're even that attractive? only a man with a head up his ass has the gaul to say that to a complete stranger who they approach. ”

I was known for having an over active mouth. It's what got me in trouble most of the time — even with my boss.

my guess is that he took a liking to it though. his eyebrows drew upwards in a look of surprise, at first, but then I could see a look of interest fill his eyes. silence surrounded us for a moment in time, it left me nervous actually, because I had realized what I said. but, then he soothed my anxieties by the laugh he let out.

It was a small one at first, and then he leaned back in his chair and blew out full on, booming spouts of laughter. it actually made my mouth drop open. I thought I was going to get my ass handed to me, but here this hot guy, who approached me, was laughing at the fact that I just smart mouthed him.

it amazed me.

“ marko. ”

“ huh? ” I had blinked, shaking my head to rid the confusion from myself. I didn't realize he was introducing himself, because I was still blown over from the enormous surprise I was given just a minute ago.

“ I'm marko. ” he spoke calmer now, the chuckles dying out, until just a boyish smile was left on his face. “ who do I owe the pleasure, beautiful?”

I eyed him for a moment, kind of suspicious that he was now making a new approach. again, the whole introduction was random and... uneasy, really. but I didn't want to be rude. although I tended to come off that way, I really wasn't.

“ y/n. ”

“ pleasure to meet you. ” he lifted his elbow over the table as he purred out the words. a hand outstretched to me, and I once more eyed him; or his palm, more like it.

“ what? ” he snickered, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “ I don't bite. ” I could feel something else creeping up... and, I nearly said something, but he beat me to it. “ unless you want me to, of course. ”

letting out a huff, I learned back in my own seat and crossed my arms, narrowing my eyes at him. the dim lighting in the pizza shop gave him an abnormal shaped hallow over the crown of his curly hair, which I squinted at, but paid no mind to; instead, shooting a reply back at the male. “ I'll pass. ”

my answer was bland, but I guess he expected that, by the way he lowered his hand and placed the upper side of it face down onto the table top. calm expression on his face, settled in with a cheeky smile. It's like he read me like a book, just in mere minutes. “ how unfortunate... ” he let out what seemed to me, to be a faux sigh of disappointment, before scooting to the edge of the booth's seat. “ well, I have to get going. my order is finally ready. ”

upon him saying that, his head was thrown into the direction of where my coworker stood, with an annoyed expression on her face. two pizza boxes in hand, along with a smaller one, that possibly held our famous gyros or just regular old bread sticks. but, just know she didn't look happy.

my gaze flickered back onto him. “ I'll see you around, y/n. ” marko flashed me a smile at that, one that was more... weird. but dazzling, than the others.

I frowned at that and said nothing, just watched him wave, before standing and winking at me. he turned, and walked rather lazily up to rebecca.

I couldn't shake the feeling that I actually would see him again, and it spooked me.

and guess what?

I did see him again. and it left me breathless.

(unedited)

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #marko the lost boys #tlb 1987 #the lost boys x reader #the lost boys x you #first person narrative #lost boys x reader

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pterodactyl-hater · 1 month

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Okay so like I desperately need a butcher one fr, I don’t know anyone anyone else that could execute this, but once again I’m asking for one there butcher and the reader have a one night stand even thought they hate each other and then are very confused in the morning, and butcher is kind of conflicted bc he just lost becca and he refuses to confront the situation bc he leaves in the morning like nothing happened

It was worth it, I would do it again

・❥・description: after a one night stand, Billy has to face himself and his feelings for you. It's awkward.

・❥・word count: 1.3k

・❥・warnings: title based off ‘Awkward’ by Sza, angst with an unhappy ending, reader was not made for hookup culture (me either girl 😭), references to smut, plot devices that don't really make sense but it all works out

・❥・sorry I made you wait so long booboo bear I just couldn't get this right. But thanks for the request, you know how I love writing about my tragic situationships (I'm projecting)

You aren’t sure how long you’ve been staring at him. Billy Butcher in your bed is a sight you intended on enjoying for as long as possible. He had one arm resting on his stomach, while the other served as a pillow to you. His chest rose and fell with each deep breath he took. He looked so relaxed, his deep frown lines were gone from his face.

You ached to reach out and brush your fingers across his perfectly serene face, but you feared disturbing him, so you were content to just watch. You watched as the light turned from silver moonshine to the soft pinks and oranges of sunrise. His warmth enveloped you.

"I think I love you." You whispered to his sleeping form. You hated him ever since you first met him. It's easier to hate him, it's work to love him. Before tonight he'd never had known it, but over time you took on the burden of loving him. Slowly, but surely he'd won your heart and soul. He doesn't respond to your confession, but his brow twitched a miniscule amount. You felt yourself surrender back to sleep with a smile.

You didn't know what time it was when you woke up. You were greeted with the sight of his scarred back as he sat on the edge of the bed. You didn't say anything as you looked at his tense body sleepily. He sighs loudly and looks over his shoulder at you. You're compelled to pretend to stay asleep, just to see what he does. You feel his calloused hand brush your cheek before withdrawing quickly as if your skin had seared him.

He sighs again and his weight leaves the bed. You hear his heavy footsteps leave the apartment. You open your eyes and look at your ceiling. You felt as if he had just gutted you. Your lips formed a deep frown. Had he really just left? Without even saying anything?

Pitifully you pulled yourself out of bed and walked to your shower. Even after you two had cleaned up last night, you couldn't help feeling dirty after his wordless departure. As you walked your entire body felt sore, something you would've laughed at on any other occasion. You turned on the hot water and scrubbed your body until your skin felt raw.

Your bathroom was filled with steam and the scent of your soap by the time you were finished. You couldn't help regret last night as you wrapped a towel around yourself. You wiped the condensation off your mirror to be greeted by a dark purple bruise on the side of your neck. You fixed your face into scowl.

"Whatever." You huffed to yourself. And grabbed a bottle of lotion as you stepped out of the bathroom. You rubbed the lotion over your sore skin in silence. Clouds had passed over the sun. You went through the motions of a self care day.

You made yourself breakfast, got dressed in comfy clothes, and sat on your couch and watched the first movie you could find. It only served to make you feel more used as the man guided the main character on a romantic walk down the street. You rolled your eyes at the screen.

There came a hesitant knock at your door. You groaned as you got up to open the door.

"Hi (y/n)." Hughie greeted you. He raised his hand to an awkward wave. M.M stood behind him with his arms crossed, but he smiled politely at you. Frenchie had an arm around Hughie with Kimiko standing at his side. Butcher stood off to the side, you had to stick your head out of your door in order to see him. It made you sick.

"Hi Hughie." You said deadpan. "Why are you guys here?" You raised an unimpressed eyebrow.

"Mind if we come in?" Frenchie offered. You narrowed your eyes but allowed them in regardless. You felt the urge to slam the door in Butcher's face. You didn't, but you got a kick out of thinking about it.

"So? What's with the reunion?" You crossed your arms, only slightly embarrassed at being seen in your pajamas.

"Have you watched the news recently?" M.M asked pointedly, seeming very upset at something. You glance over at the TV.

"-But I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, forever. You and me everyday."

"Obviously not."

"The Notebook, eh?" Frenchie smiles.

"What's on the news and why does that matter?" For the first time it dawns on you that this could mean serious trouble. Especially with the way Butcher is standing at your counter completely silent and brooding.

"Our hideout was found. We weren't there at the time, but uh... we need a new place to stay." Hughie says. Your shoulders drop as your relax a bit.

"So none of us are in immediate danger?"

"Shouldn't be." Hughie replies.

"And you all decided to come to my studio apartment? I have two rooms total." You frown.

"It's just for a night or two, until everything settles down." Hughie tries to reason with you. It seems everyone else has already made themselves comfortable in your home. Frenchie sits on your couch and watches your movie while Kimiko sits on the floor in front of him. M.M holds a small trinket in his hands and looks at it curiosity. Butcher still stands awkwardly in your kitchen.

"You got yourselves caught in your last place, how can I trust you won't get busted here?" You asked.

"Just one night. Please." He said. You sigh.

"One night." You take the trinket out of M.M's hands and set it back down. You send a glare in Butcher's direction. He looks at the floor regretfully. You feel almost satisfied at the idea of him feeling bad for leaving you, almost.

A silence falls over the room as everyone settles in. You step into the kitchen. "We need to talk." You hissed to the tall man.

"'Bout what?" He says distractedly.

"Not funny." You grab hold of his jacket and pull him towards the bathroom, the only private room in your studio. You bring him in and lock the door behind you. "What the fuck?" You start. Suddenly the bathroom seems cramped. He doesn't say anything. You lean on the shower door to put some space between the two of you. "No seriously, what the fuck? I trusted you last night, you know how much stuff like that matters to me and you just left?" You felt vulnerable and exposed but continued to wait for an answer.

"What do you want me to say?" He starts gruffly. "You want me to say sorry?"

"Yes, Billy. That's exactly what I want you to say." You say, exasperatedly. "An explanation would be nice too." You cross your arms over your chest.

"I don't owe you shit." He huffs. He wants to say something else, if he didn't he would've already left. "Especially not an explanation."

"Billy-" You start.

"You reminded me of Becca." He confides. He might as well have punched you in the gut.

"What?"

"I said you reminded me of Becca." He really didn't need to say it twice, you're sure it would keep you up at night for the rest of your life. "Waking up next to you, just seeing you-" His voice cracks. "I couldn't do it." You looked at the floor. He looked into your mirror.

"So that's all it was? Just a way to pretend I was her?" You ask softly. He doesn't respond, and that's answer enough. "Okay." You whisper and move towards the door to unlock it. He caught your wrist before you did.

"You're more than that." He says but doesn't elaborate further. He unlocks the door and walks out.

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shinyrhinestones · 1 year

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Taxi.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader.

Warnings: Making out.

Genre: Fluff, but a little heated.

Category: Oneshot.

Summary: Spencer and Readers attraction towards each other give in, when they have to share a Taxi home.

English isn't my mother tongue, so there will probably be some mistakes.

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You and Spencer had left the others behind at the pub, the others had insisted on going to. Your eyelids were heavy, and you were walking slowly along the sidewalk. Spencer was walking next to you, on the side that where the road was by. He was holding onto his light brown satchel. You had left the pub, due to being extremely exhausted from such a long day. Spencer wasn't the biggest fan of bar, pub and clubs. They were unhygenic and loud. You walked lazily, while Spencer walked the same pace as you to keep you company. When you announced that you were gonna go home, Spencer decided that he didn't want to stay either. He had opened the door for you, and held it open for you to go first. There wasn't really many cars on the road at the moment. The only thing lighting up the streets were the stars and the lampposts. You could hear the sound of Spencers shoes landing on the concrete everytime he took a step. The cold wind would brush against your face softly, as you walked down the street with your coworker. The coworker who was a very intelligent and friendly person. He always managed to impress people with his intelligence without trying. And he was always surprised when a woman was interested in him. Which was cute, but honestly you could see why ladies found him attractive. He was beautiful. Its actually not common to find a boy/man who's actually physically attractive.

Neither of you really said much. But you were getting too tired, that you had started walking very slow. So slow that Spencer himself got confused and worried.

"Are you okay?" He suddenly asked, his voice being very light. You stopped walking completely at his words and turned to look at him. Spencer had his eyebrows furrowed and eyes studying your face, not being able to read you completely. But your tired eyes and slouched figure, should've told everything for you. You nodded tiredly and lazily at him. "I'm okay. I'm just really tired."

You had honestly planned on walking home, since you didn't have enough money on you to pay for one. But you might aswell just have collapsed on the empty street, due to how tired you actually were. Spencer could see just how much, now that you were looking at each other completely. His eyebrows stopped scrunching together, as his eyes softened. His hands let go of his satchel, as his head whipped around to look around the road, you were standing by. "Okay, let's get a taxi then" He said, and started to walk ahead of him. You looked over at Spencer, who had started walking again. You didn't move. For a moment you just stood there admiring the tall, slim figure walking down the street to get a Taxi somewhere. You scoffed, but not in a mean way. It was more like: Is this boy really going to do that for me so late? Way.

And knowing Spencer as well as you did, you should've known he would've done it. And he did. 'Cause when you had just been standing there in amusement, Spencer had gotten a taxi pulled over. He looked over at your direction, when he didn't hear or feel your presence by him. He scrunched up his face in confusion, as he waved you over, holding the door open for you. You hurried up, not wanting the chauffeur to get irritated by you. You let out a short laugh, when you almost tripped on your way over there. The adrenaline running through you curtly at the shock. Spencer almost hurried over to your side when he saw it, but it was over so quickly, that he didn't get to play the hero on this night. You smiled at Spencer, when you had reached his side. He had grabbed onto your arm softly, to ask you: "Are you ok?" Once again. You replied with a delicate yes, looking into his brown doe eyes.

You turned away from him again, to enter the cab. You hugged your jacket close to yourself, before you put on the seat belt on your side. The car was warm, warming your previous cold hands up quickly. Spencer crawled in after you. You rested your body and head up against the side of the car, where the window was. You stared out through the window, before blinking your eyes slowly. The you turned your body in the direction of Spencer, but still leaning against the cars side. He had been playing with the handle of his satchel, when he saw you staring at him. When you made eye contact, you sat up again, closer to Spencer. His heart was beating faster, as you sat closer. His cheeks heating up aswell. Your belly started creating a tickling feeling. Spencer had always been a pretty boy. Which is why it made sense that Derek always called him pretty boy. But he so much more handsome, as the lights of the city brushed against his face. The lights painted his face red, green, blue and all kinds of colors from street lamps, ads, traffic lights and all kinds of city things. Spencer dropped his hands from his satchel to the seat he was sitting in. You studied his face. His eyebrows, hks shining brown eyes, cute button nose, sharp jawline and his pink lips. Your eyes were falling from his eyebrows, to his eyes, nose and just everywhere you could admire him. Spencer blushed a bright pink, when you kept looking at him. He shuffled against his seat, and gave you an awkward smile. You looked away from him noticing what you were doing. You didn't want him to get any more uncomfortable than he already seemed. You sighed, and ran your hand through your hair, to put it behind your ears. That gave Spencer the opportunity to see your face more clear. I mean, Yes he could see it before, but now that it wasn't dropping down around your face, he could see it more. Now it was his turn to study your face and admiring it in secret. He hadn't noticed how he himself had leaned in closer to feel the heat of your body. You leaned back into the car seat, sitting a little to the side. "Are you tired?" You asked, looking at him sweetly. Spencer was a little startled by your sudden words, but he didn't let it show. He smiled a little, as his eyes fell down before speaking. "Not really" He stated barely audible. You nodded, too tired to give a verbal answer. Spencer did the same as you, and leaned down into the seat, sitting to the side slightly aswell. This made eye contact much easier. Your faces were much closer. You could see the emotion behind his eyes, as he swallowed unconsciously. You were pretty sure eyes were filled with yearning. Being alone with Spencer made excitement rush through your body. Spencer looked down at your lips, before licking his lips with out realizing. You smiled, letting your teeth show.

You raised your hand to touch some of Spencers hair, that had draped over one of his eyebrows and his right eye. And right when you had touched him, you were afraid that maybe you had triggered him. After some time of working with Spencer, you learned how he didn't like touch and was a germaphobe.

You pushed his dark hair to the side, and as you were about to bring your hair down again, he grabbed it softly. He held it, as he examined your hand. Then with both his hands he started playing with your fingers almost massaging them. Its funny how you both just went along with the flow, not really saying much. Spencer kissed your hand, like you were a princess in a fairytale. He looked up at you through his eyelashes, before he asked you a shocking but interesting question.

"Can I kiss you?" His voice was almost a small whisper, as looked at your features.

You didn't smile brightly, but you could definitely feel the warm feeling spreading through your body, it felt like you were flying. Your heart was beating so quickly you thought it might've exploded. You nodded again, replying to his question: "Yes, you can" You replied in the same tone and delicacy. He let out a small breath at the positive response, as he leaned closer to your body.

As soon as your lips met, they were glued together. Feeling his lips and tongue like that was something you never would've guessed would've happen this night. Your noses bumped against each other every once in a while, making your lips turn upwards, before going back to kissing him. His hands travelled up your thigh, and your hands ran all over his neck and chest. And even when you pulled away for air, you still found your way back to the other again. You ran your hands up to his cheeks, holding his face.

You could feel the turns the car made, and the other cars on the street.

You had completely forgotten where you were, that when you were reminded you pulled away from Spencer. Spencer assumed you just needed some air, but when he tried to lean in again, and you pulled away, he felt his blood run cold. He was absolutely frightened that he had made you uncomfortable and ruined everything. He froze. He just sat there staring at you, with puppy dog eyes hoping everything was okay. You ran your thumb over his bottom lip, looking at it, before meeting his eyes again. You looked at the driver, and then at the cute boy infront of you. "Everythings fine" You said low but light. You could smell the sweet scent of old books and coffee coming off of Spencer. He rested his head on your shoulder, as you held his large hands in yours on your lap. You leaned your own head on top of his, feeling his muffled and gentle hair on your cheek. You felt like the luckiesg person in the world, after kissing Spencer like that. Not knowing Spencer felt the same exact way.

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#criminalminds #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fandom #fanfiction #criminal minds fic #criminal minds fluff #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #spence reid fluff

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shesjustanothergeek · 1 year

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His Love

|Aegon II Targaryen x Fem!Reader|

Part Twelve

Master List of Series

I just wanted to give a quick shout-out to @sunny-boy-06 . They've been someone whose name is always in my notifs. You've been a lurker on this account, but I see you! You always like every post I make, whether it's regarding this story or not, and I just want to let you know your support doesn't go unnoticed. Thank you. <3

Summary: Being a bastard born in the slums of Flea Bottom was all you were known for. Not the streak of white you had in your dark hair, the violet ring around your pupils, or how your sharp tongue and skills with the blade resembled your father, Daemon Targaryen. You were just a bastard, nothing more, but to him, to Aegon Targaryen, you were everything. You were his love.

Author's Note: I hope y'all like this chapter. It's quite the eventful one. I apologize if it's information overload. If it is too much or you have any comments or questions, don't hesitate to ask! It always makes me smile having interactions with everyone. It's one of the reasons I love writing so much on platforms like these.

Translation Guide: Lykemās: easy, be quiet.

Chapter Warnings: Description of urination, Angsty girl with unresolved trauma, Violence, Sweet baby girl Aegon.

A cloaked figure stumbled through the alleyways of Kings Landing, bumping into townsfolk and mumbling as the stench of alcohol radiated off his body. Men and children alike turned their heads at the hunched man, their faces covered in disgust as they avoided him. Another poor drunkard from Flea Bottom, they thought, paying him no mind.

A woman, clearly a harlot by the bleached streak of dye in her hair, was speaking to a merchant, stroking vibrantly colored fabric in a suggestive way as the hobbled figure passed. A strand of white caught her eye, hearing the familiar ramblings in her ear. Quickly, she forgot her current mission, slinking away as she ran to her Mistress's home.

The crowned Prince Aegon wandered mindlessly on the merchant Streets of Kings Landing, searching for his next drink in all the wrong places. How low he had become these past few years, moaning and groaning about how unhappy he was and how unfair his life is. He had only wanted one thing in his existence, which was always out of reach.

Love.

Love from his mother, father, brother, sister, you-- from anyone he met.

Aegon did not know why he starved for it or went through the streets at night searching for love. Perhaps during his conception, the Gods decided he would never know what it felt like for someone to stare at him with stars in their eyes, kissing his woes away as they whispered those three words.

"I love you..."

But perhaps not. The most likely reason Aegon never experienced that warm feeling from someone was most evident at this very moment as he felt liquid pool below his stomach.

"Fuck," he mumbled, turning down a corner with far fewer people as he unlaced his soiled trousers between a cluster of wooden crates and barrels.

He could hear those who regrettably crossed his stream shouting in disgust as his piss covered their shoes. How lucky, Aegon justified, they have royal piss on their clothes, not just some common one.

Suddenly, the bright autumn sun disappeared, eclipsing the surrounding area in darkness. Aegon quickly looked up with his eyes squinted and mouth agape, stuffing himself back into his pants. In a flash, the sun was back again, the outline of what could only be a tail soaring above him and out of view.

"Aemond," he snorted, "arrogant prick."

His brother must have taken Vhagar out for a morning stroll. He ignored it, accustomed to his brother's theatrics. Aemond had the largest dragon the world had ever seen. Aegon would've boasted too.

The elder Prince sniffled as if dismissing the thought as he walked into nowhere. If he traveled long enough; eventually, the sweet nectar of Arbor Red would appear in his hands. He would find that taste, no matter that he was actually passed out in the same spot for the past two sun positions.

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Common folk in the town's square stared at you in awe as you descended the rope ladder down Cannibal's enormous back. You were sure they had never seen a dragon so close before, your Targaryen brethren keeping the beasts deep inside Rhaenys's hill and only letting them soar the skies.

One person, a young boy, stepped closer to your dragon, his curious nature getting the best of him as Cannibal snapped his jaws with a snarl. The boy stumbled backward as Cannibal recoiled, separating you and the townsfolk with his enormous body.

The formerly wild dragon still held the same spirit as before, unwelcoming to the presence of so many people. He could not be around any of your family's dragons, sticking to his den on the eastern side of Dragonmont. After several months of you and Cannibal's partnership, Luke had convinced you to take your dragons out for riding. The Keepers warned against it, but you did it anyways, and the young Arrax nearly paid his life for it when Cannibal lunged, his teeth flaring at the poor juvenile.

"Lykemās, Cannibal," you soothed, stroking your hand along his large snout, his obsidian scales reflecting the midday sun. He took a deep breath through his nose, his nostrils flaring as he released you from the protective embrace.

The young boy stood frozen in place, watching your mighty dragon with wonder in his eyes. That would have been you standing there if not for those fateful days in the past, mesmerized by the shiny black skin of Cannibal. A half-hearted smile rose onto your face at the memories, painful and bittersweet.

"Ten Golden Dragons should be enough for you to buy my companion your protection and some pork loins, yes?" you asked the boy absentmindedly as you searched your purse for some coins.

"Ye-yes, ma'am," the child nodded, his voice shaky.

"Good," you acknowledged, handing him the money, and you turned back to your dragon. "I shant be long boy. Be good now, Cannibal. This kind ser right here has promised to watch after you." Cannibal moved his head, and you couldn't help but feel he was mocking you.

Yes, your sweet, temperamental cannibalistic dragon did not need protection, but it was not for his safety but more for the dozens of ordinary folk beginning to crowd around him.

"Do not let people get so close to him. I cannot be sure that he would not eat a houseful of them in one bite," you whispered to the child, surveying the onlookers. He nodded enthusiastically at your words, taking the coins as he stepped closer to Cannibal as any curious child would. "Oh, and," you paused, remembering another critical piece of information, "do not pet him. The last time someone attempted that, they got their arm ripped out."

You offered him a small smile as he quickly backed up, fear clouding his puggish face.

You cleared your throat, adjusting your wrinkled riding clothes as you went to Flea Bottom, your home.

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Even in the cooler autumn breeze, it smelled like curdled milk and feces. Though your nose scrunched in disgust, everything brought a nostalgic feeling to your heart. You had remembered the rushed layout of the place, watching the residents walk up their chipped sandstone staircases to their houses, clothes in mere tatters. You remembered running through these same alleyways as a child, dodging drunkards and Gold Cloaks with your pockets and satchels full of trinkets and fruits.

Everything was far less severe then. There were no courtly manners to worry about, no special dresses to wear at certain times, no obligation to train or speak a certain way, and no worries of succession.

It was simple, and you missed it, but in the same breath, you wouldn't change your life for anything.

How many people could say they tame the wildest dragon in the world? A dragon that sent others of its species cowering in fear. A dragon that ate other dragons for breakfast. Not even Aemond Targaryen could say that. Largest dragon be damned.

Ma's place was still the same. The only different thing was a carved wooden sign stating the name of her business, and the steps were more worn than you remembered—a victim of time, just like you.

Father had forbidden you to write to her, demeaning her a traitor of the crown for keeping you hidden, but Rhaenyra, ever the tender-hearted mother, could not bear to keep you from the only person in your old life. She had lost her mother just as you had, in the birthing bed. It was one of the reasons you had become close. She could not bear being a willing participant in your lack of communication with the woman who was the maternal figure in your early life. She would send the letters with her royal seal, her husband never knowing of your secret correspondence.

Your knock was barely audible on the door, fading into the background of the bustling streets of Flea Bottom. It flung open anyways, the person no doubt waiting for your arrival as you were crushed in a flurry of skirts and limbs. You could barely breathe as the person crushed you in their embrace, rocking you back and forth as they mumbled excitedly.

"Oh, my sweet, sweet little girl, how I've missed you," Madam squealed into your shoulder. You had nearly grown a full head taller than her in your time away and couldn't help but hug her back. "You're so strong," she said, releasing you and squeezing your biceps, "and tall! Dear Mother, you have grown! They must bee feeding you well! I should hope so," she chortled, "considering the taxes they're making us pay now." Ma shook her head, her hands on her hips as you stood awkwardly.

"Never mind that!" She swatted the subject of your family's taxation away with her hand, pulling you in by the wrist. "Come! Come sit, I've made your favorite, or at least I hope it is still your favorite," she added, a sad look glossing over her deep-set eyes.

"What is it, Ma?" You asked, hoping to reel her mind back into the present instead of wherever it went.

"Apple Muse," she chirped, her face bright once more. "Though, I am sure it is not nearly as good as the ones on Dragonstone. I recall how much you adored them in your letters."

You felt terrible at the evident insecurities Ma had, afraid that you had grown into a more refined palette. You had, but Apple Muse was something easy and quick they made in the kitchens with few ingredients. It was peasant food, and you liked it because it reminded you of the life you once had.

"I will adore yours just as well," you grinned at her. "It is the purpose and memories around the food for which I like it. I always think of you when I eat it."

"Wonderful! I wasn't sure when you would arrive, so I've had it simmering in the pot. It just needs a moment to cool, and then I can pour it." You nodded, your eyes drifting around the kitchen where you had many of your first meals.

The pot Ma was cooking in was still the same, a sturdy iron built for years of use, and the fireplace it sat inside was blackened with soot. The wood looked lighter from sun damage through the window. A few cobwebs hung from the ceiling, and you had to hold back the urge to knock them down with your sword.

"Ma? Could I," you paused, tucking your lower lip in to bite it as she turned. "Is it possible for me to see my old room? If it is not in use," you quickly added, realizing that much time had passed and she was still a businesswoman.

"Yes," she answered, wiping her palms on her brown apron and plucking the circle of keys from her hip. "I... I could not bear to let anyone use it, even after all of these years." You regarded her with a soft smile, picking out the key to your old bedroom as you hugged her.

You knew it was painful. The near-decade spent without the child you raised across the sea, missing so much of her life. It was agony for Madam at times, waiting for that measly scrap of parchment with a wax seal, her only communication with someone she regarded as her own. It still pained her greatly to think about when you were upset, seeking comfort in the arms of people who did not know you. Not like she did. Madam laid the foundation of you, but the Targaryens built upon it. She would despise them for eternity because of that, no matter how handsomely Aegon paid her girls.

The staircase you stomped up as a child creaked loudly, running your hand along the railing as more memories flashed across your eyes. You recalled Lyra chasing you down these stairs with a mouse between her fingers, squealing and giggling as she dangled it by its tail until Madam put her foot down. She had caught it scampering out of a room one day, no doubt the culprit for all the holes in the girls' shoes that had been plaguing them for weeks.

You begged Lyra not to kill the poor creature, something so small and innocent doing what it needed to survive. She compromised, having you follow her to a stable house, releasing the tiny thing into the haystacks. It would be free to roam and bother the farmers instead of the whores. The memory pained you now.

You reached your door, struggling to unlock the stiff handle. It was hidden around a corner at the end of the hall. Someone would have to know precisely where they went inside the brothel to find the room. You never fully understood why. Only when it was too late.

Finally, the knob jiggled, and you shoved once, twice, before it opened, stirring up the undamaged items in an explosion of dust. Your small cot was neatly made, unlike how you left it on that fateful day.

The few dresses you had as a child were still untouched, except for the few holes that littered the skirts and arms from moths. You stroked the fabric, rough and scratchy, unlike the smooth, tailored clothes you wear now.

You sat on your bed, the straw mattress unforgiving with your weight as it snapped and cracked. You knew it would not break. It could fit you and Aunt Lyra in the small space as she tickled and teased your writhing form. A sigh escaped your mouth, your shoulders deflating as you looked at the abandoned area, a hollow, empty feeling enveloping your chest.

What would your life have been like if Daemon had never found out you existed? Would you still be sleeping in this same room? In the same tiny bed, you rested in as a child, or would you be in a different one? In a place fit for a girl of your size. Would you be a working girl or training to one day take Ma's place as the owner of this establishment?

One thing you knew for sure was that Lyra would be alive. You half expected her head to pop through the doorway, her blue eyes bright with contagious excitement as she invited you on a new adventure. The feeling was fleeting, your grief attempting to trick you into a reality that would never be.

Madam called to you over the symphony of moans you had drowned out, letting you know the food was ready. You stood, walking silently over to your door, shutting it and locking the knob, leaving everything as it once was.

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"Lookie what we haves here," a man with a thick northern accent said in the darkness, kicking Aegon out of his slumber.

The sun had long set, and the nightlife was in full swing. Where had the time gone? Aegon looked around perplexed, his body forcing him to stop at the pounding of his head.

"This one 'ill be easy," another man out of the group commented, "He's already passed out drunk."

"Oi! Had more ale than you can handle," he shouted into Aegon's face, the man's breath indicating the same applied to him.

The Northern Man crouched down to his level, grabbing him by his chin and slapping him on the cheek for good measure. The dingy cloak that had hidden his white hair fell, revealing his identity.

"Aye. He's a Targaryen," a third man that Aegon overlooked said, a short dagger glinting in his hand.

"So?" The Northern Man questioned, not seeing the problem with his victim's identity. "We're only gonna mug 'em and send 'em on his merry way."

"He's seen our faces," the second thug expressed worriedly.

Aegon, in fact, had not seen their faces. His eyes were blurry, and the alley was too dark for him to see, but you had seen, watching the interaction behind them, as silent as a mouse. It had surprised you how easily the Prince's location had fallen into your lap. One of Madam's girls had interrupted your meal, out of breath as she told Ma what she saw.

It had turned out, in your years away, Madam had created quite the network of spies rivaling that of the White Worm. Her reach traveled all through Westeros and even across the Narrow Sea. It should not have been a shock how much her hands extended, ever the entrepreneur.

The leader, you could only assume, waved his grimy hand in front of Aegon, and when he made no reaction, he gestured to his conspirators. They reluctantly followed his actions, picking poor helpless Aegon up as one delivered a blow to his gut. Both you and Aegon winced but couldn't help the smile that made its way onto your lips. You would let them have their fun. He deserved it, after all.

After a brutal punch to the Prince's nose, blood gushing down his chin, did you finally intervene.

You unsheathed your sword quietly, still not wanting your presence to be known, as you stepped behind the man with the dagger. He posed the most threat until your steel blade sliced his hand clean off his wrist.

The man screamed in agony, clutching his dismembered arm as blood spurted from his wound, soaking the weathered stone below. The other two turned in your direction, your riding cloak keeping your figure in the darkness. The crimson dots shining on your sword gave them an indication of where you might be, pausing for a moment as they thought of their actions.

Quickly and with shaking hands, both Aegon's attackers drew their knives, mere toothpicks compared to your weapon. You couldn't help the laugh that escaped as you saw them step closer to you, their metal sticks trembling in their grasp.

The more dim-witted of the two lunged forward, swiping his blade where he assumed your torso was, but missing by an arm's length as you swiftly parried, knocking his knife to the ground and kicking it behind you. He froze in place, his partner attempting to do the same tactic but getting closer as you dodged.

Still, with a smile, you moved out of reach, slinking behind the pair, the fabric of your cloak flapping with your movements. They came at you simultaneously, but your arms were faster, deeply cutting across the abdomen of one, jumping out of the other's path as his inebriated body smacked against a stone wall. You did not stifle your laugh this time, letting it vibrate your chest as he fell flat on his back, his head smacking the hard ground.

"That was easier than anticipated," you said aloud. The two men, still clinging to consciousness as their blood leaked from their bodies, stared at you wide-eyed, stunned to hear a woman's voice.

You ignored them, pushing your hood off and rushing to Aegon as you lifted him upright. Other than his bloodied nose and a cut to his cheek, he was fine, albeit still a bit hungover. You hadn't realized how worried you had become as you watched the men from earlier beat him, your hands shaking as you stroked his greasy hair away from his face.

"Aegon," you said softly, the name feeling foreign on your tongue. "Are you alright?" You knew the question was asinine, he was not, but the sound of your racing heart inside your ears made you simple.

He groaned softly, still not quite back into reality as he lazily pushed your hand away. "My Prince, it is me," you paused, wiping the blood from his upper lip with your cloak. "It is your cousin." You said your name, his brows raising and glazed violet eyes opening.

"Little one," he spoke, his voice hoarse. "You are here?"

"Yes. I am here," you nodded, putting his dirtied hands on the sides of your face, attempting to ground him into the moment. All past animosity had left your mind, focusing solely on his face, more squared than you remembered.

"I have missed you, little one," Aegon said, his words slurring together. "I dreamed this day would come when you-"

Aegon's words were lost in the night air as someone yanked your long braid, pulling you to the ground. The man you had cut in the stomach flung himself over top of you, slamming your shoulders into the weathered stone streets, wrapping his slick hands around your throat.

You were stunned, momentarily caught off guard as he squeezed tighter, vengeance in his beady eyes. You blinked rapidly, collecting your thoughts as blood pooled on your face and air leaving your body.

The memories of your training surfaced in your mind, searching for any weak point you could use to free yourself. Luckily, all these men were idiots as you realized he had left your arms free.

You took the dagger Daemon had gifted you off your belt, shoving it into the man's side repeatedly, his blood spurting onto your hand and riding clothes. His grip loosened, and you brought your knee up, pushing him to the ground in the same position he had you, only wholly subdued.

He had no chance to beg for his life as you stabbed him in the chest, over and over and over again, until nothing but his body's subconscious twitches controlled him.

Aegon smiled as he watched you rise from the man's now mutilated corpse, your shoulders heaving as a warm feeling gathered in his chest. He reached out to you like a child asking their parent to carry them, and you accepted, saying something he did not hear as that feeling numbed his senses.

This was love, he thought as he noticed his attacker's blood splattered on your soft cheeks. The kisses and the touches of one special someone were love, yes, but not real love-- not true love. True love was death. It was the fear of loss and showing yourself raw and bare, even with the fear of rejection hammering at your insides. It was protecting the kin of someone who had hurt you in immeasurable ways.

Aegon was in love with you, he realized at that moment, as you shifted his weight onto your shoulder, using the opportunity to steal a whiff of your scent—lavender and dragon with a hint of smoke from your years on Dragonstone. You must have loved him, too, for not just anyone would kill three people for a single man.

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It was an eternity before the Red Keep came into view, trying to picture the maps you studied of the layout as you helped Aegon's limp body up the hills. You had half a mind to drag him by his arms, uncaring if his porcelain skin was scratched with pebbles. Sacks of sand and grain were nothing compared to a full-grown man, and at this point, the fire that raged within you as you attacked those men was dwindling.

Aegon's loose leg caught on a stray rock, causing you and him to fall onto the stone street, his face buried in your chest. You huffed, attempting to push his enervated body off you with no success.

"Where are we going, little one," he asked, his violet eyes shining in the light of the street torches.

"Do not call me that," you grimaced, trying to roll him off again. "We are going home."

"Dragonstone? I have to say, dearest, that this is going to be a long haul for both of us. Why do we not just get some rest here, at the nearest inn," he questioned, tilting his head to one of the many buildings.

"No, not my home, you imbecile. Yours. Why would you ever think we would be going to Dragonstone," you said exasperated, unwedging your arm out from under him.

"I do not want to go there," he whined, sticking his lip out. "Let us just sleep at an inn," Aegon offered again, "I seem to recall a much enjoyable night spent between the two of us in one of these establishments."

A sound of disgust came from your throat, finally gaining enough strength to push him off. "Your skin is covered and dirt, your hair greasy, and you reek of piss. You are repulsive, Aegon, and I would rather be tarred and feathered for all of Kings Landing to see rather than spend one more moment with you."

Aegon's face contorted in hurt, his pink lips pouting as he stared at you with glassy eyes. His hair covered the sides of his square face looking years younger than he was—a heartbroken little boy in a man's body.

In his moments of need, you had forgotten the years worth of anger and resentment toward him and his family. Crucial aspects of your training were wiped from your mind when you saw his battered form. Your thoughts were only filled with heart-wrenching desperation as the blood dripped from his nose. He had made you weak, and that was something you would never allow yourself to be ever again.

"B-but..." he stammered, chin quivering, "I thought?"

"You thought wrong. The acts we committed as children were just that. It means nothing, meant nothing to me." The words spat like venom from your tongue, cutting Aegon to the quick. His eyes danced around the many alleyways, the thought of fleeing evident on his face. "Now, we only have a little longer on foot, and then we will arrive at the gates."

Aegon's feet shuffled as if to get comfortable, but you knew better. Judging by the letter the Queen had sent you, he was a flighty man, and you expected as much. You grabbed his arm before he could think, staring at his bedraggled face.

"And if you think of fleeing, know that I am not like the Kingsguard or the Watchman. There is not a whore house, cellar, or pub where I cannot find you. It would do you well to remember that." You yanked Aegon along with you, dragging him uphill toward the Red Keep, everything much easier this time. You were sure veins were protruding from your neck as you spoke to him, the area sore from where the man had attacked you.

He didn't fight. All thoughts of running were stopped and replaced with melancholy and defeat as bumbled behind you. Where had his little girl gone? Who had stolen your sweet words and gentle gestures, you had shown him not too long ago?

Aegon told himself this was not you. You were frustrated and angry with him for being cheeky when you were not in the mood. Most likely tired from the long ride from Dragonstone. That was why you lashed out, he reassured, not because you meant what you said. Mayhaps you have not remembered the tender moments you shared many years ago. Time and words from your father and mother could have contorted your memories into what you believed they were now.

But in the end, he knew you were his, and buried deep down, rooted in the aspects of your soul you refused to avow, he was yours.

***

During the hour of the owl, you finally reached the front gate of the Keep. Aegon had completely sobered, seeming refreshed and ripe to begin a few hours of debauchery, but you, on the other hand, were not accustomed to forgoing hours of sleep.

You heard armor clanking as several guards appeared over the red stone wall, hands on their swords and spears.

"It is the Prince," one shouted as a stampede of metal footsteps echoed in the night, the large wooden gates opening.

A handful of guards went to you and Aegon, pausing momentarily as they finally noticed you. The silver accents on your clothes glinted in the moonlight, your braids loose from the hours of scouring the streets and hauling a certain princeling.

"Woman. Move from the Prince at once," a knight commanded as you glared at Aegon. "Wench! I command thee, move ten paces away from His Grace, or you will be moved."

Aegon refused to help you. For once, during this entire night, he kept his moronic mouth shut. Revenge for how you spoke to him earlier, you supposed. You looked at him in astoundment, your lip curling incredulously as you looked at the men. Indeed, they recognized you. You were not someone who could exactly be forgotten, the white streak in your hair.

"Cease!" A voice from behind the knights shouted. The guards moved out of his way, clearing a path for the man in pristine white armor. "This is the daughter of His Grace, Prince Daemon Targaryen! Have you men so semblance of intelligence to recognize the kin of the crown?"

You had to hide your shock as Ser Arryk Cargyll stood between you and the group of guards. His brother followed closely behind. He had grown further into the position of a Kingsguard. His light brown hair, you had remembered loose at his shoulder, was now slicked on the sides of his head into a knot, his beard longer with a slight curl to the collection of whiskers over his lip.

"Come, Princess," he said, gesturing with his hand, "I thank you for returning Prince Aegon without harm to the Red Keep. We will escort him to his chambers. I am certain the King and Queen will be pleased with both of your arrivals."

Aegon eyed Ser Ayyrk suspiciously. To everyone, even you, his words appeared respectful, but Aegon knew of the compassion Arryk extended to you during a vulnerable moment, soiling his love with the kind words of a simple knight.

"There is no need, Ser Arryk. I will return him," you replied, grabbing Aegon harshly on his upper arm. "I am expected an audience with the Queen upon my arrival with her son. Will you please alert her to my presence?"

"Yes, My Lady," he nodded curtly, his forearm over his breastplate as he turned.

You exhaled in relief once his back was turned, releasing Aegon's bicep, and rested your hands on your knees, preparing for what was to come.

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samoankpoper21 · 5 months

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Walking In On Megumi

A/N I read from another tumblr post that they believe Megumi to be uncircumcised and ever since that post I haven't been able to get it out of my head 🤭😏 I do apologize because I don't remember who the OP of that post is but if you ever come across this scenario just know I am extremely grateful for your pearls of wisdom❤️ for it has spawned this...piece of work 🤣 Enjoy~!! Also sorry for the weird spacing for the paragraphs. I kept getting a weird notice saying something about how tumblr only allows 4,096 characters in a paragraph 💁🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️

Summary: You come home to find Megumi in an uncompromising position

Word count: 1231

Content warnings: smut! 18+ MDNI! masturbation (male and fem! reader), oral (fem! reader giving), unprotected sex (ALWAYS USE PROTECTION!!), creampie

"I'm hooome." your voice rang out through the small apartment you and Megumi shared, you tossed your keys into the small black key dish, your cat Raya greeting you. "Hey pretty girl," you watched as Raya swirled between your legs. "Where's your papa?" She meowed in response and trotted towards your shared bedroom.

You had a long day at work and wanted nothing more than to lay in Megumi's arms and complain about your day while he rubbed your back and listened. Maybe he's sleeping? He's usually up when I get off. You tiptoed towards the bedroom not wanting to disturb him in case he was sleeping. You pushed the door slightly and heard Megumi panting. What the heck? Is he having a bad dream? You peeked inside and found yourself stunned, blushing. Megumi sat with his back against the headboard, tugging and pulling at his foreskin, his precum dribbling out every time he pulled his hand back, he biting his shirt to muffle his moans. "F-fuck Y/N." Instinctively your pussy tightened. He was jacking off at the thought of you. You bit your lower lip squeezing your thighs together suddenly feeling a pool gather in your panties. Had you have known he wanted you this bad you would've gotten off sooner, make a lame excuse to come home early just to fuck your boyfriend. You felt wrong just standing there watching your boyfriend but you couldn't bring yourself to move; it was hypnotizing: the way his big hand ran up and down his slick shaft, the veins protruding when he peeled his foreskin back, the sweat gathering at his forehead, his eyebrows scrunching together as he pictured you. You were glad you decided to wear a skirt today because you needed him. You silently entered the room and stood by his side as he quickened his pace, his hips bucking more furiously into his hand, your name falling from his lips like a chant. "Fuuuuck" his eyes fluttered open and he gasped. "Y/N! How long have you been home?" you could tell he was embarrassed by how his face glowed even more red at being caught masturbating. "Sshh," you leaned forward and kiss him on the lips. "Don't stop baby. Keep stroking yourself for me." Megumi audibly gulped and you began to slowly strip out of your work clothes: you slowly shimmied out of your skirt and thong, unbuttoned your shirt painstakingly slow causing Megumi to let out a feral growl, one button at a time. You unclasped your bra letting the straps fall slowly from your shoulders, your titties bouncing free from its restraints. With that action, in a daze, Megumi began to slowly stroke himself as you made your way to the armchair in the corner of the room. You sucked on two of your fingers, spread your pussy lips, and tantalizing slid one finger up your slit. "Fuuuck baby, you see how wet I am for you?" you lock eyes with Megumi and watch as he continues to pump himself, your actions mimicking his. Whenever he would speed his pace, you would rub your clit; when you watched him pull his foreskin back slow, you would insert two fingers and slowly fuck yourself imagining your fingers to be Megumi's dick. "Baby," he whined. "I need you." You wanted to tease him a bit more so you began to rock your hips against your fingers, the squelching sounds of your fingers pumping in and out of you driving both of you insane. "Y/N," his tone deepened sending shivers down your spine, your pussy squeezing around your fingers. You bit your lips and slowly withdrew your fingers, sucking on them and releasing with an audible pop. He growled making you more excited.

You made your way to him, his hand shooting out faster than you could react. He grabbed you by the back of your neck pulling you into an animalistic kiss: tongues clashing, teeth gnashing against each other, his lips biting down on you causing you to moan. You dropped to your knees as Megumi shifted towards your direction, his cock nearly slapping you in the face. The sight of you looking up with his cock in your mouth drove him insane. You bobbed your head up and down, hallowing out your cheeks as you used your hand to stroke Megumi from the base to his balls, your mouth covering the rest; your hand would stroke his foreskin back as you spit and sucked on his shaft, your tongue swirling around his sensitive pink tip. He closed his eyes and thew his head back, his hands holding your head in place as he fucked your face. You were gagging, tears forming at the corners of your eyes, looking up in time to lock eyes with Megumi. "Fuck Y/N." he pulled out and pulled you toward the bed, instantly straddling him. Through half lidded eyes, he kissed you and began rubbing the tip of his dick up and down your slick folds. He pushed himself in causing you to gasp. You paused waiting to adjust to his girth. Once you've adjusted you began to slowly move up and down, your head thrown back at the feeling of being full. Megumi was going insane with your teasing pace, he bit down on your collarbone causing you to wince, the pleasure overriding the pain as he bucked his hips up into you. "Ah!" you placed your feet on the bed, your hands on his chest as you began to bounce up and down on his dick, the sound of your ass slapping against his thighs, his balls resonating across the room. Bouncing faster Megumi knew at this rate he wouldn't make it. He grit his teeth and used his strength to gently push you on your back while staying connected. He tossed one of your legs over his shoulder, grabbed your hips and slammed into you. "Ah! Megumi!" he kept going at that merciless pace watching your titties bounce, his eyebrows scrunching together. He wanted you both to finish. Your mind was filled with how good Megumi was fucking you, your head thrashing to and fro. Megumi's thumb began rubbing your clit in circles. "Megumi fuck baby, I think I'm going to-"

"Cum for me Y/N" with that demand you screamed and became undone, stars filling your vision. "Fuck!" Megumi held your hips still as he shot load after load into you, painting your inner walls white.

He slowly pulled out of you and went to grab a warm washcloth, gently dabbing at your neck, arms, and the rest of your body. You giggled as he tossed the washcloth in the bin, hopping into bed pulling your body flush against his. "What?" he asked. "I just didn't take you as the masturbating type." He groaned and hid his face in your hair. "I can't believe you caught me like that."

"There's nothing to be ashamed of Gumi. Everyone does it."

"I know it's just...when you think of masturbation, you picture a prepubescent teen who's just now finding out how to work his dick." you chuckled and turned to face him. "News flash baby, adults do it too." You kissed the tip of his nose and nuzzled into his neck, sleep overcoming you. He chuckled and agreed before kissing your forehead and whispering I love you.

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thefuseoftemptation · 7 months

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IT’S JUST STEVE

EDDIE MUNSON X GN!READER

WARNING(S): cussing, steve x reader (ish), miscommunication, misunderstanding, pining, neither the reader or Eddie being forthright about how they feel. lmk if there are more. another PT to this or could be read as is.

A/N: there wasn’t going to be more but I got it in my head and couldn’t get it out so, here. NOT PROOFREAD.

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Eddie waited for you at your guy's spot. His feet shuffling and eyes briefing over the lot for you.

It’d been a week since you guys saw each other, between your schedules, and now Steve, the time you guys spent wasn’t much.

By now, Eddie was just trying to find a reason to put it on the other guy, who, hadn’t even known how Eddie had felt about him spending so much time with you. To be honest, Eddie was only set off by yours and Steve’s new friendship was because Harrington got to see more of you than he did. That, and also because well, you were his friend first. It might’ve also had to do with the underlying feelings he had yet to be forth about.

You showed up shortly after, the sound of your footsteps had him fixing himself so he could greet you.

"Well, hello there." Eddie said, titling his head.

You matched his features and gesture as you give him a breathy 'hello.'

"It's been a while since I've seen you around." Eddie lipped as he pulled you into his chest.

"Hm, I know, m'sorry. But hey! I'm here now."

“Mhm, and it’s just you for once. What? No Harrington to come with you this time?” The words fell out before he could think and it only had your face falling at the tone they were said.

“What was that about, huh?” You question, pulling away with a look in your eye.

“It’s n-nothing. Just-let’s just go.” Eddie said, dismissing the way everything shifted between you guys.

“No. Tell me what that was about, Munson? You got something against Harrington?” You pressed, still staring at him as you waited for an answer.

Eddie stopped where he was, taking a breath in through his nose as he shook his head, eyes taking in his surroundings before they panned over to you.

And for once, he thought about what he was going to say before going on. And you were either going to like it or not.

“Y’know, what? So what if I do, huh? Because it’s always about Steve! Steve this. And Steve that. I never see you anymore and when I do, he’s with you! Is there ever going to be a time where it’s just us?!”

He’s got to be pulling your leg.

“It’s us now, Eddie! Here.” You gesture your arm between the two of you. “But by based on how it’s going, m’not sure I’ll be staying! A-And it’s not always about Steve! God, that’s just something you put in your head. It’s just Steve! We’re friends. He’s my friend. I’m allowed to have more than one you know?” You lip as you tilt your head in that manner when your trying to make a point.

“Y’know, I’ve never should’ve let you come with me that day, because you still would've been with me, by my side, and not his. I-It’s always just been us!” Eddie said, his voice raising with every word. By then, he was just letting them fall out.

“There was never an us! I was never yours, Eddie.”

Your eyes went wide at the sentence, unsure if you even heard yourself right. And then you turned away, trying to keep it together because even though the words were already out, it was only the truth you spoke.

There was never an Eddie and you. It was only ever Eddie, and then, there was you. And it took you saying it just now, without forethought, to really see it.

As much as you would’ve liked to be under his arm and be his, you weren’t. And you never were.

“I-I was never yours, Eddie.” You repeat, this time in a whisper.

Eddie just looked at you before he nodded his head in understanding because he knew. He knew you were right. As always. If only he could just told you how he felt, you guys wouldn’t be in this situation. But it wasn’t easy, and neither was turning to leave you there, but he did.

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The look on Eddie’s face as soon as the words left your mouth would be with you forever, and there wasn’t a second that went by where you weren’t regretting telling him that. But they just fell out before you could stop yourself.

It could’ve been said better. There was a way you could’ve put it that didn’t involve you raising your voice like that at him.

But then it got you thinking too about what he said. Were you never there? Is it always about Steve?

I mean, god, it’s Steve.

You make a face at the thought.

No.

It’s Steve.

He wasn’t for you and he never has been. It’s always been Eddie but watching the latter leave, you begin to question if it’ll ever be him.

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#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson hcs #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson one shot

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midnightstoriesblog · 1 year

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Secrets revealed in sunlight..

a/n: a continuation of this post, a part 2 will be coming soon, this can be considered my comeback ;]

Warnings: Hurt-comfort eventually, reader is scared, mentions of killing/eating humans (only in passing).

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This really wasn't supposed to happen- but Kokushibo should've known that he would be naive to believe that you would continue to live in complete cluelessness of your situation.

From what he knew, a demon slayer showed up at your doorstep and warned you that tge Upper one of the twelve kizuki had been sighted in the nearby area, and upon hearing the description of him.. You started putting the pieces together.

The way he only showed up at night.

How he never showed his face for to long.

The way any sounds from outside would go silent in his presence.

And that sword.. That damn fucking sword.

When you saw him again tonight, you dropped the bucket of water you were carrying, your body twisted away from the sight of him to start running towards the nearby village.. And he could only stare. Yes, this was the reaction everyone had, to run away in fear at the slightest glimpse of him- rarely, they would fall over in shock

But not you, you didn't react that way the first time you saw him. Instead, you offered him a cup of tea and a smile equally as warm, and in turn he spared your life. That was the first reason at least, but he's grown aware of the fact that this wasn't the only reason he had now. Most importantly than all the others, his heart now found itself in your chest along his.

And now that heart was growing distant from him as you stumbled panicked through fallen leaves and twisted roots, and trees that towered far above covering the skies above. He could've caught up to you quite quickly, but it was almost as if he didn't want to upset you even further- if you were to never look at him again, then so be it- he wanted to at least see you escape the forest without getting injured in some way. Humans could barely see in the dark, and tonight was particularly cloudy, so if the stars and moon wouldn't watch over you, he would instead.

He was quite behind you, but he still noticed the way your foot slipped down a steep hole you were unaware was head of you, and despite his prior promise to himself, that he would only trail behind you, the instinct to catch you overshadowed any other thought he had

You closed your eyes as your foot slipped, closing your eyes to brace for impact, surely you could just continue running after you picked yourself up.. But the impact never came.

You knew very well why, and your eyes only squeezed shut even tighter, almost as if he would force you to open them. Instead, the demon you were running away from mere seconds ago put you down gently, letting you sit on the soft grass. Once his embrace pulled away you shivered at the realisation of how warm it was, but you opened your eyes hesitantly to look at the "man" you let into your home so many times.

"You won't.. Hurt me?.."

"Hurt you?.. If I was to hurt you.. I would've done so long ago.."

The bluntness of his words intimidated you, and he could tell, so he graciously moved his gaze to the ground bellow instead of staring at you.

"But you.. You're a demon."

"..Yes, I am."

"You've killed and eaten so many humans."

"Yes, I have.. And I do not expect you.. to carry such a burden on your shoulders.." the slow words echoed- through the forest, through your mind, through the cracks in your heart. And neither of you spoke after that, not for a while- you walked through the forest in silence, his eyes on the moon and yours on him. That was, until there wasn't long until sunrise and he had to leave, as he always did.

Kokushibo looked at you, his three pairs of eyes looking at yours, and you never knew a demon could have a gaze filled with so much understanding.

"I will let you think about this situation.. I will not return if you do not want me to."

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Wading in Waist-High Water

Tags: Established Relationship Knives x (F! Reader), Slightly NSFW, Angst but Comfort, Accidental Non-con(into it then not), CONSENT IS KEY, Very Feral Plant Behavior, Blood, Songfic

Update: EDITED THIS I ADDED MORE

Based around my little headcannons on him.

Had an idea while listening to this song that made me foam at the mouth. Knives invites you over in hoping to finally stake his claim and gets unbelievably down bad horny. Reader not being ready at all to tie themselves permanently to Knives it turns out ( I would lol). Knives gets frustrated cause he wishes he didn't do it.

"And we're finally aligning

More than maybe I can choose,"

Perhaps in the dead of night you should've gotten the signal of what Nai wanted from you. Calling you to come over late spontaneously is As you made your way to Nai's house in the dead of night, your heart was heavy with anticipation. The city was quiet, and the only sound that could be heard was the gentle rustling of the leaves on the trees. He's never called you this late at night, so why tonight? Maybe you should've known better than listening to his soft and alluring words through the phone. The wish to please and not disappoint flows like a river through your skull. You grabbed half a dozen fresh poppy seed muffins off the counter on your way out for Vash. It has to be for Vash right? Maybe he's having a rough night and Nai knows how well you can comfort his brother, better than he can some days that's for sure. The walk was only a couple blocks from your apartment to the shared house they're currently renting. Standing in front of the door muffins in hand, a raised hand ready to knock, however Nai beat you to it already opening the door. Knived tendrils drag you in quickly and close the door behind, a small shout leaving your lips. Nai's arms and tendrils encircle you strongly while dulled blades flatten and smooth against your skin. When Nai opened the door, his eyes lit up with an intensity that made your heart drop and burn. His arms wrapped around you tightly, and you could feel the warmth of his body against yours. At a time you would've feared this, his love even, but tonight feels different still. He had sent away the muffins as quickly as you brought them into the house and spoke no words. He brought a hand onto your lower back and guided you gently to his room, while all the tendrils from him slithered and pressed tight further. His gaze is hungry, wanting, it's something possessive, you're not dumb enough to not understand his intentions but you want to see how far he goes. Cruel on your part, to want to deny him his ritual, but you have boundaries that should not be pushed. Nai gets what he wants usually and while you loved him, sometimes he needs to learn the hard way. The door behind you clicks into it's lock, your eyes trace the blue markings trailing across your lovers body. As you stood in his room, the only light came from the moon filtering through the window. His fingers traced a line down your arm, and you could feel the weight of his blades encircle and constrict. He tilts his head in acknowledgement, his thoughts want you to tell him he looks pretty, let him bite into that skin of yours, be his please. His love was all-consuming, and he needed to fill you whole with himself.

"Soon as I knew you,

All so wide open

Wading inside of fire,"

Love makes you do stupid things and today it was the simple action of nodding your head. Keeping your gaze to him unwaveringly you sat on his bed, thumbing at the comforter below as you watch his movements precise. A blade passes by your left carotid artery, causing you to grit your teeth in pain as a small cut form and makes you instinctively bare your neck.

"And I love you so violent

More than maybe I can do,"

Nai doesn't let a moment pass to dive in at the opportunity and let's his fangs latch onto the source. His teeth sink in deep causing you to groan loudly and arch your back into his form, while his arms hold you in firm place. Nai leaned in and lapped the blood from your skin, his tongue tracing the line of the wound. His lips found yours, and you tasted the iron tang of your own blood on his tongue. Tendrils sneak around your wrists and pull them taut on the bed as small alarmed whimpers pass through your teeth. He grinds softly against your heat letting growls and purrs slip through the cracks of his dance to you. He's mumbling incoherently and keeps an iron grip on your hips, you can feel his erection sway with every movement. Feeling his hips grind against you, his hard length pressing against the inside of your thigh. His hands roamed your body, exploring every inch as he sought to claim you as his own. You could feel his fangs grazing your skin, ready to sink in once more. It was too much, too fast, your brain overwhelming your senses. As panic and arousal warred within you, you knew that you had a choice to make. If you didn't stop him, he would take what he wanted without hesitation. Breathing heavily as Nai continued his onslaught you let your mind speak it's words;

'Nai I'm not ready'.

The blue dancing lights in your vision fade and the silver metal stops dancing around your skin. Tears prick the side of your eyes and your vision goes blurry as you feel the tension held snap like a rubber band. Nai's hands softly cup your face as he murmurs sweet nothings and leans your body upwards to sit. If you hadn't been officially crying before you're well aware you are now as you softly hiccup. Hands grasp your own and foreheads touch, a thrumming current passes through as you calm down. Nai looks to make sure the connection would heal the bite wound, and after a moment all was left was scar tissue and leftover blood. His brow furrows and back slouches in anger as he sits next to you on the bed, keeping a distance between you. You know it's not because of you, but because of the situation that brought him to this point.

'I was too much'

'Theres nothing wrong with loving too much'

'And if I tear you apart?'

'Would you take away what made you learn love?'

'....No'

You shuffle back to him and lean into his side, grasping the sides of his face and bring your foreheads together, reigniting the connection. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer, and for tonight you understand. In this moment, you know that he's afraid, he hurts for hurting, but it's his love. It's a wish to latch on and cling, and sometimes his emotions burst at the seems and overflow into you. You hum a soft tune between you both, your bodies rock in unison while both of your eyes stay closed. Unbeknownst to Nai his markings mirror back onto your skin, a soft teal in comparison to his own tethered anchor. For tonight he understands, and your souls dance around in the moonlight.

'I love you Nai Saverem'

'And I to you'

"Now we're finally aligning

More than maybe I can choose,"

ITS 3AM BUT RAAAAAAAAAA. Jesus H. Christ that was full brain power. Anyways hope y'all enjoyed this snack as much I did writing it.

Edited this when I woke up 👍

#millions knives #fanfic #knives x reader #trigun #trigun smut #trigun stampede #knives x you #trigun knives #vash the stampede #trigun au #knives x y/n

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