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❝𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮❞
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{𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫}
when chris cares about someone he will go to the end of the earth to make sure they’re okay. sure he can be goofy and childlike but he’s got a heart of gold, wanting to make sure everyone is taken care of before himself. that’s what i love about him, which is why he was the first one to notice i was sick.
the triplets and i had planned to go to the flea market in town at 2 but when chris hadn’t hear from me by 1:30 he called me to make sure i didn’t forget.
“hey are you ready yet? we’re leaving soon”
“hi uh no i woke up this morning feeling like i’ve been run over by multiple trains i feel like shit so not i can’t go” i croak.
“why didn’t you tell me earlier? i could have come by”
“i slept like crap because everything hurts to move and breathe so i stayed in bed hoping i’d fall asleep and that you guys would forget about the flea market because i felt bad for ruining the plans”
“forget the flea market it’s literally every week you don’t need to feel bad. you come first. i’m coming over and no i don’t care if i get sick i drink so many Pepsi’s a day if that hasn’t done anything to me getting a cold is nothing. i’m coming over whether you like it or not”
“fine. can you please tell matt and nick i’m sorry and that i’ll make it up to them. they are so excited for us to go”
“you don’t have to apologize i’ll tell them your sick, they’ll understand. they can still go if they want”
“if you say so. doors locked so use your key i’m gonna try to sleep” my voice trails off.
“i’ll see you soon i just gotta do a few things first, get some sleep”
chris pov:
2:23pm
walking upstairs i find matt on the sofa ready to leave.
“i just called y/n to see if she was ready but she got called into work someone didn’t show up for their shift. she said to tell you guys she’s sorry she didn’t tell us earlier her morning was hectic trying to leave last minute, she felt bad”
“that’s okay we can go next week. did you and nick wanna still go?”
“i’d rather wait til we all can go. if that’s cool?”
“of course, i’ll let nick know”
while matt heads upstairs to talk to nick i sit on the couch and think about what excuse i can make to get out of the house without them coming. sending a text in our groupchat i send an excuse.
i’m gonna go shoot some more photos for the new fresh love drop with brandon (aka gwhip333)
cool, you need a ride?
nah i’m good i can uber
when they model each others brand 😩
bro you’re weird
i’ll probably be back later tonight we’ll probably order food so don’t worry about me
we always worry about you, you’re a very concerning person
aw under that cold exterior you care about me, how sweet. i’m leaving
and with that i was on my way to her house without nick and matt knowing. i didn’t tell them because i know she hates being the center of attention and the last thing she wants is for 3 people to loom over her making sure she’s okay. so i’m going alone.
readers pov:
the rustling in the kitchen causes me to wake up for a second before realizing it’s probably chris, a burglar would make more of an attempt to be quiet. pulling my duvet up to my chin, i’m out like a light. i’m gently woken by chris. he knows better than anyone to wake me up gently and carefully.
he learned that the hard way.
he walked in my room one day, climbed in my bed, and made himself comfortable. being a fairly heavy sleeper, i didn’t hear or feel him come in. i rolled over in my sleep, i was met with a body. my natural instinct, in my half asleep state, was to smack and flail at whatever was in my reach. which happened to be chris’ face. hearing i’m yelp and call my name i woke up in seconds.
“what the fuck chris?! why would you sneak in here when i’m sleeping are you trying to give me a heart attack?”
“i was gonna wake you up in few minutes, you just looked so peaceful i didn’t want to disturb you, i didn’t know trying to be nice was gonna get me bitch smacked” he grumbled.
“i’m sorry i didn’t mean to hit you i was scared” my voice small, yet filled with guilt and concern. “you can’t sneak up on me like that”
“i should have expected that to happen” he laughed.
sitting up, i grab ahold of his chin gently turning it to the side i smacked.
a sad sigh escapes my lips “i left a mark” i frown.
“don’t worry about it it doesn’t hurt, i kinda deserved it” he reassures me.
“you kinda did” i laughed.
so now chris knows to not be so silent when waking me up. he sits beside me on my bed and starts quietly talking to me, slowly getting a little louder when he sees me stir. like a feather, his fingers delicately graze my cheeks, making their way to my knotted hair, tucking the stray, sweat soaked pieces out of my face.
my eyes flutter open, promptly squeezing shut as the brightness hits my eyes. groaning, for multiple reasons; being woken up, the brightness, and suddenly feeling all the aches and pains. i nudge my head towards chris’ hand on my cheek, enjoying his warmth and touch.
“well hello you ball of germs” he lovingly joked.
all i can do is glare at him however pain and misery are evident in my appearance. my forehead creased from the crushing pressure in my head, my limbs tight and scrunched from the aches and pains shooting through my body, and a frown replacing my usual smile.
“i’m not gonna bother asking how you feel because i already know the answer so i’ll skip to is there anything i can do for you?”
“i don’t know. uh maybe the heat pack? everything hurts so much” i tear up.
with a swipe of my stray tears and a quick "I'll be right back" he's off scouring my apartment. within minutes he’s back, plugging in the heat pack before getting in bed and leaning against the headboard. not only did he come back with the heat pack, he also came bearing a CVS bag.
“okay i’ve got cold meds, cough lozenges, fuzzy socks because i know you love them, your favorite soup, voltaren to put on where your achey, fruit snacks to munch on, tissues obviously, and this little penguin stuffy i couldn’t leave with out it” he explains in a hushed tone.
“thank you chris, you didn’t have to”
“i know but i wanted to, i wanna take care of you. you’re always there for me so whatever you need i’m here. now come cuddle you need sleep”
snuggling up to chris with my head on his chest and my arm draped across his body clutching his shirt. he wraps his arms securely around me. one hand holding the heat pack against my back and the other massaging my scalp, both helping my headache and making me sleepy.
i wake up confused when chris isn’t beside me but the rattling and banging in the kitchen answered any questions i had. slowly but surely i make my way to the bathroom. as i’m leaving i hear my phone ding. a text from matt reads,
hey kid how’s it going? i know you were looking forward to the flea market we’ll all go next week
i’m slowly rotting away in bed i feel like i’ve been run over been a bus. you guys could have gone without me but thank you for waiting to go with me
3rd person pov:
it’s then that matt realizes he’s been told 2 different stories. chris said y/n couldn’t go because she got called into work and y/n just told him she’s sick. immediately he knows who’s telling the truth because y/n wouldn’t lie, she’s too honest for her own good. not mentioning this mix up to y/n he tells her he hopes she feels better and to call him if she needs anything.
matt can’t help but smirk. he caught his younger brother in a lie that showed him everything he needed to know to confirm his suspicions. matt knew from the start that something was off with chris’ story because brandon was in NY for the week. both matt and nick knew something weird was going on but they needed chris to get himself caught in a lie to know if they were right.
chris’ pov:
i stood over the counter carefully watching the soup cook not wanting to burn it. just as i turn the heat down, my phone buzzes in my pocket. it’s a text from nick,
how’s shooting going? matt and i miss brandon tell him we need to hang out together soon
my breath hitches, i need to keep my lie going.
good these are turning out dope i can’t wait to see the final version. he was just saying that earlier we’ll plan something
your pov:
i muster up the energy to take a shower and wash my hair just not to the extent to normal would. over the sound of the cascading water i think i heard a knock but it’s heard to tell. it could be chris destroying my kitchen.
i get changed into one of chris’ hoodies i borrowed a while ago and never gave back and a pair of sweats. towel drying my hair i try to soak up as much water as i can, hating hating the feeling of wet hair. feeling my stomach grumble i follow the smell of soup to the kitchen only to be met with nick and matt sitting across from chris having some silent triplet conversation.
“hi what’s going on?” my voice hoarse.
chris’ pov:
sitting atop the counter beside the stove so i can keep an eye on the soup, i play games on my phone waiting for y/n to finish in the shower. a soft knock on the front door catches my attention. opening the front door, assuming it was a delivery driver dropping off a package, i’m surprised to see matt and nick. i probably look just as confused as they do. they make their way in and we settle on the couch, i feel like a kid about to get in trouble.
“dude why’d you make up a lie you could have told us you were coming to take care of her which might i add is a very boyfriend thing to do”
“i just- i wanted to come and take care of her, that’s not a boyfriend thing it’s called i care about her, i want to make sure she’s okay and that i can help her out if she needs it”
“yeah sure whatever but alone? that’s the weird part. why can’t you just admit you like her?”
“okay fine i do! i wanted to hang out with her without you buffoons there. i want to take care of her, make sure she’s okay. i love seeing this soft, gentle, affectionate side of her. i love being the first person she calls when she wants help or is having a bad day and just wants my company.i love being with her and these moments don’t happen when you bozos interfere”
“we already knew your undying love for her. the way you drop everything when it comes to her. your heart eyes are so obvious. how affectionate, gentle, and calm you are with her. you know when we’re out in a group or crowd i always catch you searching for her, smiling when you spot her, knowing she’s safe. when she’s around, she’s the only person in the room to you”
a little stunned that he knew all that but i kinda expected that from him. i have nothing to say so i just nod, agreeing with him.
the creaking floor board directs my attention to the stairs, y/n’s come up for lunch. matt, nick, and i look back and forth between each other. i know they’re wanting me to say something to her about how i feel but now isn’t the time.
“hi what’s going on?” her voice is scratchy.
nick and matt say their hellos as i get up leaving to talk to each other while i go meet y/n in the kitchen.
“how ya feeling? did the shower help?”
“a little, i’m still achey and in pain, my head hurts, and i’m tired. can you come cuddle?”
her beautiful blue eyes looking up at me, silently pleading, i can’t say no to that. “here, go have some soup in bed and i’ll be there in a second okay?”
your pov:
i carefully take the warm bowl of soup downstairs to my bed, eating it while i wait for chris. 5 minutes later, my door slowly cracks open to reveal chris with a soft smile adorning his face.
“i’m all yours now. let’s cuddle but first let me put the voltaren on that’ll help your aches. where’s it hurt?”
“um uh my-my back and neck mainly” i stumble over my words knowing you’ll be putting it on my back. very intimate action.
laying on my stomach without my head to the side, duvet cover pulled back, chris sits beside me pulling my oversized shirt up so he can access my back and starts putting the lotion on. once he’s done he makes his way under the covers letting me rest my head on his chest. his cologne brings me comfort just like the feeling of my hand gently massaging my back as he holds me.
“thank you for taking care of me. you’re so good to me.” no one has ever cared for me the way chris does. he’s shown me what it’s like to be loved.
“i’d do anything for you, you know that. i love taking care of you, moments like this are my favorite. now get some sleep i’m not going anywhere.
“i love you”
“i love you sweet girl”
little did they both know, they actually meant it.
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ღ Lingerie ღ
Suggestive Content with Ace, Buggy, Shanks, and Luffy.
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Ace’s normally sun-tanned skin reddened as when you dropped your robe. Sweat prickled all over him as his body temperature rose. He only took two long strides to move from the bed toward the bathroom. “Damn baby,” he purred, his firm burning hands grasping your waist, “Where did you get this little number?”
At your giggle, Ace pressed chaste kisses from your cheek down to your collarbone. His teeth and tongue latched onto your skin seeking out a sensitive spot. Each lash of his steaming tongue made your body shiver.
“Do you like it?” you asked as your fingers tenderly touched his hot freckled shoulders. You whimpered when your partner yanked you closer. Your laced breasts pressed flush against Ace’s bare sweaty chest.
“How is that even a question?” Ace groaned, grinding his bulge into your stomach, “You look so fucking good, so sexy. You’re going to break me.”
・‥…━━━☆
Buggy choked on his ale when you strode into his cabin. “What are you doing here?” he sputtered, “Did you walk all the way here in that?”
With your arms crossed over your chest, you glared at him. “It’s late, so no one saw me,” you grumbled, “If you don’t like it, I can leave.”
“Leave? No-no-no, it’s not like that,” he protested, getting out of his seat. Buggy quickly slipped a hand onto the small of your back, “I’m just not keen on sharing my prize with all the fools that loiter on my ship.”
You let him guide you into the heart of his cabin, and a slightly devious grin found its way onto your face. “Isn’t it cute?” you ask, posing for him.
Buggy grinned at you, “It could use a little more glitz.” He pulled you into a kiss. His lipstick stained your skin. He smiled into the kiss when you tugged on the end of his ponytail.
“Don’t be an dick, and enjoy the show,” you teased and playfully slapped his ass.
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Luffy watched you quizzically. “I guess it’s cute,” he replied, resting his chin on his hand. He watched you pout, registering that he made a mistake.
“What’s wrong with it?” you fretted, examining yourself, “Does it not fit right? Is the color wrong?”
He pursed his lips. “It fits great, and I always think you look pretty in any color,” Luffy explained, going over to you, “Don’t be sad, treasure.”
You cover your chest with your arms, feeling exposed. “I bought it ‘cause I thought you’d like it,” you murmured, not looking at your captain.
In a rare show of gentleness, Luffy cupped your cheek, turning your face to look at him. “I prefer when you’re not wearing anything at all. I don’t have the patience for all this,” Luffy insisted, gesturing to your lingerie.
An “Oh” was all you could muster before Luffy peppered your skin with kisses. His hands frantically tried to pull your top off.
“Treasure, I can't stand it when I can’t look at your body,” he grunted, his lips brushing against your ear, “You’re cute with clothes, but I need you naked.”
・‥…━━━☆
Shanks leaned back in his seat, a wide smirk touching his cheeks. “Go on, sugar, give me a little spin,” he snickered, twirling his finger in a circle. The captain’s hungry eyes devoured every inch of your skin as it was wrapped in silk and lace.
“Thank you for buying it for me,” you cooed, smiling over your shoulder. Your lowered lids met Shanks’ while finishing your twirl. The expensive lingerie fit like a glove as it was lovingly and meticulously picked out for you by Shanks.
He patted his thigh. “C’mon, pretty girl, get comfortable,” Shanks encouraged, shifting in his seat. A groan left his lips when you straddled his lap. Grasping your chin, Shanks pulled you down to kiss with a hungry open mouth.
“You’re all mine tonight, sugar.”
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Deliciously Dark! Aemond x Oc (Snow falls) Chapter one: Untamed Winters.
CONCEPT: You are Willa WyldeWoods, daughter of the second biggest house in the North. Your father has guests begging him for his support. Aegon and Aemond are here to find allies, with Aemond taking a interest in you because the books didn't mention you at all.
WARNINGS: Beheadings, dark, dub-con, forced marriage, spoils of war, non-con, dark! Aemond, also kinda hatred to Valyrian people which can be considered, in a way, as discrimination.
You have always been a daughter of the North. You were born during the deadliest winter and during the heaviest snowstorm, the North had ever seen.
You came into this world like you were already gone. You had a faint heartbeat and kept your eyes closed. You didn't cry. You were silent like the grave.
Your mother and father's masters tried everything. They ran out of options very fast. Until you suddenly cried out, and your heart started to beat louder. It hasn't stopped beating ever since.
But no one knows what or who saved you. Until now.
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Years later....
You are enjoying a cup of warm tea. Your maids just arranged your wardrobe for the new season, selected the old dresses that you became too tall for and threw them out. There is a big pile of silk, linen and other dresses piling up by your door.
Your mother never would even come into your rooms. 'Mother? Is everything alright?'
'Put on your newest dress. The one with the pretty flowers. We have guests coming soon, and you need to be dressed appropriately.' She eyes your maids before heading off.
Your handmaid goes to work and dresses you in a light green silk dress with pretty flowers. You don't have much jewellery but you do take out your pretty necklace with a golden locket and your favourite pair of earrings.
Downstairs is a mess.
Servants run across the halls and try their best to fix everything up before the visitors come. Tables are decked, plates and silver are polished and dinner is being served for starved guests. It looks like it will be a King's meal.
Your father smiles at you.
'My dearest and only daughter. Willa.' He says and takes your hands into his own. He smiles at you and you hug him.
Your oldest brother Brand returns from scouting. 'They'll be here soon.' He announces. He laughs when he sees you. It's a pleasant laugh. 'My dearest sister has become a woman.' He says surprised and you hit him on his arm playfully.
You hold your breath as the doors open. You expect House Stark. You are met with someone else. A Man, with tired eyes and a green with a black coat. He nods his head to you. 'House WyldeWoods. May I present; His royal majesty: King Aegon II? And his brother, Prince Aemond Targaryen?' Your father smiles when the two follow them.
One is dressed in green. One is dressed in black. One is dressed for parties. One is dressed for combat.
The green-dressed man keeps a crown on his head. You understand he must be the king. His eyes are tired. Sick maybe even. His silver hair makes his skin even paler. He scans the crowd, eying your lady maids like they are some delicious snack he can't wait to taste.
Your father stands up and slowly but carefully makes his way to the prince. 'You are far from home.' He says, his voice deadly and sharp. He sounds displeased.
The Prince keeps quiet when his king speaks. 'We are. We heard there is trouble brewing in the North. We came to see for ourselves.' You aren't sure what to make of it only that you find it incredibly stupid. This could very well be a trap and they'd be dead.
Your father laughs a bit like he is educating two little boys. 'There is not just trouble brewing in the North. There is trouble everywhere now.' He looks at Aegon with blame and hatred.
The older man interrupts and takes over the negotiations.
'We came here to ask the support of House WyldeWoods. Can we count on you? You are the second biggest house in the North. We can use an Ally against the Starks.'
Against the Starks? Your family always fought beside them. Not against them.
Your father smiles, looking at the king. 'I'm sorry, my Prince. But you know I can't. I swore an oath to serve your sister.'
'She is a whore.' The king simply says like that explains his motives and why he would be a better ruler.
The snake smiles. 'Surely we can convince you somehow?' He asks sweetly. When he and your father monologue you feel the prince eye you. A lot. You feel his gaze go over your dress. You never had that kind of attention before.
Your father notices very easily and looks irritated. The prince doesn't seem to notice that he has been caught.
Your father groans. 'Is the view to your liking?' He spits out. You feel a bit embarrassed that your father berates the prince like this. He is dangerous. So is the king.
The prince nods. 'She is interesting. I didn't find any traces of her when studying your family, Lord WyldeWoods. She wasn't even mentioned. We never got an invitation to her name day Ball either.' You know why exactly.
A name day Ball is the perfect opportunity for a proposal. And your father wants to keep your lineage and his lineage pure. No Valyrian blood will mess with it. It's why he didn't send the invitation.
But if the Hightowers and the Targaryens gave a damn about the North, which they don't: they would have noticed much sooner and not years later.
Your father lies very smoothly. 'My little Willa is not fond of big parties. She wanted a small gathering with her family.' It makes you sound like some sort of lonely castle-kept girl. Like you don't have any friends.
The prince nods. 'Of course.'
The snake laughs and it doesn't reach his eyes. It is a calculated creepy laugh.'Your daughter is of marriage age?' Your mother gently and subtly grabs your hand and squeezes it nearly breaking your bones. You know just like her what's next.
A proposal.
Your father is aware too. 'She is. What about that?' He asks, suspicious and his eyes narrow.
The hand nearly jumps up and down. 'Excellent. We can become allies. Aemond here is unwed. So is Willa. He will take her as his wife and in return, you will support us with banners and men.' He makes it sound so simple. Except it isn't. You are sworn to Rhaenyra due to your father's oath.
Your father seems to have trouble understanding the new match. 'Willa? My Willa? With a Targaryen? A Valyrian?' He stutters out. You don't like that idea either. 'Piss off! Get out of here. You are not even fucking my goat and certainly not my only precious daughter!' He even grabs his sword to make his point.
The Prince takes out his sword as well and levels it at your father. You quickly intervene. 'Father, put the sword away. It was just a suggestion. Please? Let us remain civil.' You beg.
Your father obeys. 'You won't marry any WyldeWoods. You will go home without her. You sure won't touch her. If your funny Targaryen Incest-loving cock comes near my daughter, I'll chop it off.'
Aemond is enraged by that but keeps civil. 'We will remain here for tonight's feast. We may not be allies but we don't need to become enemies now, do we?'
Your mother nods.
'Help yourselves. There is plenty of food for all of us.'
The next morning you are awakend by the sunlight. Very unusual. When you leave your chambers still wearing your robe you find a deliciously big Banana cake waiting for you. You gasp and jump up and down in delight. Banana cake.
You are delighted.
Banana cake with chocolate dripping. Just like when you were a little girl. You smell the heavenly smell.
You decide it won't hurt to try a piece. 'I heard it is your favourite.' A voice suddenly rings out behind you. You tremble and slowly turn around still licking off your fingers dipped in chocolate.
The prince. How did he get in here? Where is your guard? It feels very wrong. Especially since your hair is a mess and you still are in your nightgown.
'It is. How did you get it here so fast?' You ask and can't help but a little impressed. The cake tastes so good as well. Whoever did it is an amazing Baker.
Part of you is insulted. Did he really think you would marry him because of a cake? Another part of you finds it so sad. He is used to buying his friends.
You also know what will happen if you accept it. He will feel entitled to you and will maybe even force you. 'It's a lovely gift. But I don't think father will appreciate it.' You say gently picking the words. You don't want to insult him. You are alone with him and he carries multiple weapons.
The prince sighs but gives you a small smile. 'It's not for him. It's for you. I know you like banana chocolate cakes.' This is not about the damn cakes anymore. You want to run away and don't feel comfortable that no one is with you either.
Your father will never agree to this match. 'You don't eye me as a bad man. But daddy doesn't like...' You swallow a bit. 'Uhm none northern men?'
There is a small mocking smirk on his lips. 'You can say Valyrians it's fine.' It doesn't feel fine. It feels unfair.
'Fine. He doesn't like Valyrians. He despises Targaryens especially. I wish I could show him that not all Valyrians are rapers and thieves who burn down our cities but-'
'Well with your ancestor being celebrated everywhere it is kind of hard to forget.' You finish your sentence dryly.
'I should go see my Septa. She is probably worrying about where I am.' You get up.
He mirrors you also getting up. 'She is fine. I assure you. Sit down and drink with me.' He points to a bottle of wine just waiting to be served.You flush. 'I don't want to bother you...' You don't care about bothering him. You don't feel comfortable drinking with him.
Your feet take off and you rush to the door leading to the hall.
The door is locked.
You hear a soft chuckle in your ear. 'I didn't say you could leave just yet. But if you want to; I will not stop you. I think you will regret leaving this room. I think you will wish you never did it. But if you must: I put the key on the table. It's your choice.'
There is a faint smell of iron in the air. You follow it curious. Until you come out by the kitchen. A guard in familiar targaryen uniform is busy arranging orders. 'Please. Let us check in on her lady..' A familiar voice begs the guard. You see it's the Bertha. Who always cared for you when your mother couldn't.
'Prince Aemond is handling her. She is spoiled. No need to worry about her. Now get back to work. These skulls won't impale themselves.' The guard casually presents her with a freshly beheaded head and a big kitchen knife. You back away and bump into the prince.
He grabs you gently and takes you with him to the kitchen. Making sure you see everything. There are some girls half undressed sitting on the ground clutching at each other. One girl is held down when two guards take turns. 'Let them stop,' you Growl at Aemond.
He sees it differently than you. He is fine with it. Or pretends to be. 'It's punishment and part of sacking a castle. It's unpleasant, but they can cut her tongue out if her moans irritate you.' He suggests but he already knows you won't be that cruel.
You go the two men.
'I am lady Willa of House WyldeWoods and that is my servant girl. Get off of her-'
One of them grins at you.
'What if I won't, little lady? Will you beg your prince to make him stop me? Maybe you'll end up getting your cunt fucked as punishment too.' He looks over at Aemond with a grin. 'Is she fucked yet? I would know if I were you. There is some space over in the hallways. Take that little lady bitch and make her scream.'
You hear Aemond's chuckle.
Something snaps. 'Get off of her. Last time I ask.' You say very calmly and collected. He gets off the girl and before he has even processed what happened you have kicked him so hard between his legs that you are sure he won't touch a woman in weeks.
You find a knife, on the table near you. So you use it.
You drive it through his throat, repeatedly stabbing him. It sticks out a bit before you pull it through entirely, making the man bleed out on the spot.
The other soldier turns on you enraged. You try to get the knife back but it's too late for that. You can only back away. He is suddenly knocked on his head with a rolling pin before he collapses to the ground. You rip the knife lose and quickly stab him in the heart. There is a thin line of blood coming out. Bertha looks at you, rolling pin still in hand. You rush over to her and have the awful feeling you forgot something.
Until you hear a soft cry and look at the girl that was hurt by the two guards. Aemond is with her now, a dagger against her throat. His only good eye is fixated on you, there is anger and aggression in it. You carefully lower your knife and shake your head.
He grins at that like an animal.
'I don't like you hurting my good soldiers.' Aemond says his voice distant and enraged. You don't have time to beg before they drag her away from you.
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One night of fun- Walter Deville x reader - Oneshot SMUT
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How he got dragged out here, he’ll never know. He could be back in his manor right now, illuminated by his studies fire as he read a book, with a tea in his free hand. But noooo he had to let Oliver and the other younger members of the families convince him to come out for a night.
“Just once master Deville, no harm in enjoying what modern life has to offer once in a while, eh?”
Walter sighed, sipping at his bourbon as he leaned against the bar, most were giving him a wide berth thanks to his less-than-favorable attitude at the moment. He was barely keeping himself from hissing at the woman that sat a few seats away from him, continuously giving him flirty glances and pursing her lips.
She wasn’t his type, covered in mismatched makeup and clothes that didn’t suit her; besides, he bet she didn’t taste all that good either. He tore his eyes away from the white woman who was clearly flirting with him, perking up as he noticed a woman out on the dance floor, dancing with a few other girls (some of which being from the Klopstock and Billington families) looking quite uncomfortable as a man kept moving behind her; he was appealing but- it was clear she wasn’t into him.
“Come on sweetheart! Just one dance~” the man purred, which Walter could easily hear over the music and crowd that to a human; would be impossible to hear more than your own voice. The woman politely declined him for the 7th time, her stance further changing from open and happy to closed and near fearful.
Walter narrowed his eyes, he may have been a blood-sucking demon, but he was a demon of consent at the least. Walter downed the rest of his drink and set the glass down gently, rolling up his black-button up sleeves and walking over to the woman, some of the girls who were from the Klopstock and Billington families perking up as he did so.
“c’mon baby!” the man huffed, now getting annoyed “You’ve been giving me eyes all night! Don’t tell me you don’t want it-fuck!” Walter put his hand on the man’s face and shoved him back, using the bare minimum of his strength to do so, but still sending the man back a good 7 feet.
“I believe she said no,” Walter yelled through the noise, his jaw clicking as the man sputtered and then glared at him; clearly about to insult Walter in an attempt to seem in control. “nothing more pathetic than a man-child who can't take a simple no as an answer” the woman who was now practically hidden behind him snorted, and Walter couldn’t help but peek, a smirk coming to his lips as she tucked her chin into her chest as she laughed.
The man in front of Walter turned bright red in embarrassment, clenching his jaw as the woman peeked around Walter and flipped him off, cackling as the man huffed and walked away, his little friend group giving him some minor encouragement as he sulked.
“Thank you,” Walter turned, nodding as he looked at the woman he had helped “he creeped me out, not gonna lie.” Walter chuckled, glancing back at the man who was still staring at the woman “He’s-not very aware of himself it would seem” Walter said, the girl flushing at his voice.
“More like all too aware of himself,” the woman said, leaning close to his ear so he could hear her (which she didn’t need to, but Walter appreciated the effort), smirking as Walter let out a soft laugh through his nose. He locked eyes with the girls from the families, and subtly gestured for them to move along, they did so and Walter was left alone with the woman.
“So-who do I have the honor of thanking for saving my butt from creepy dude?” the woman yelled over the music, Walter having to hold back a wince from how it pierced his ears thanks to his enhanced hearing “Walter” he yelled back, kissing her knuckles as the woman offered her hand in greeting, and Walter could hear her heart rate increase at the gesture “and you are?”
“(y/n)” the woman, (y/n), introduced herself. “it’s nice to meet you, Walter, could I buy you a drink as a thanks?” Walter glanced off, seeing Oliver and the others still chatting about in a corner, some playing pool that was clearly only getting started. “sure” Walter nodded, letting (y/n) grab his hand to lead him back to the bar.
Soon they were talking, words flowing like a clear river, that woman who had been flirting with him had moved on, and the man who had been creeping on (y/n) was back on the dance floor. “so what do you do for a living?” Walter asked, resting his new glass of smooth whisky on the bar as (y/n) sipped at her (preferred drink), (y/n) licked her lips; as if trying to remember what she did.
“oh, I’m…kind’ve a historian? But for like-mythical beings n stuff like that, a cryptozoologist if you will.” Walter nodded, the study of mythical creatures and beings. “but-right now im focusing on the 15th century, particularly Vlad the Impaler and the claims of him being a vampire.” Walter had to hide his smirk; she was studying him.
And as soon as Walter had asked about it, (y/n) dove completely into her studies, rambling away about what she had found to prove the existence of vampires and their connections to Vlad, along with the tactics he used in battle and how many people he had killed; mentioning how there were reports of blood being drained from enemy soldiers through wounds upon their necks.
Walter couldn’t help but be amused and-a little flattered, he hadn’t met someone who was so-interested in his life as Vlad, a life he hadn’t lived for over 500 years now. But he was eager to hear it from someone new, someone who spoke of it through an awed gaze, (y/n)’s eyes sparkling as she spoke about Vlad(his) kill count.
“I mean, nearly twenty-four thousand men in one night! I mean, no human could accomplish that, everyone calls me crazy, and while he was rumored to be a vampire and also being the inspiration for Dracula-but I swear he had to be more than human-I mean-“ she gestured to him, taking a deep breath to break herself from her ramble “what other explanation would there be? It’s reported he did all those kills personally right? How else would he do it unless he was hyped on adrenaline for seven hours straight?”
Walter hummed with a nod, agreeing with (y/n); because she was right, Vlad the Impaler; by the time of that particular battle-wasn’t human anymore. And now he sat before her, under a very different name; thought she didn’t know that. “you seem to be very…knowledgeable about Vlad” Walter muttered under his breath, a teasing smile on his face as he brought his drink to his lips.
(y/n) shrugged with a nod “I have an interest in fucked up dudes” Walter couldn’t stop himself from snorting, some of his drink going up his nose. “fuck” Walter coughed out, laughing as (y/n) sputtered out some curse words in panic, and grabbed a few napkins, taking his face gently and pressing the napkins to his face “I am so sorry!”
“you’re fine, you’re fine-I’ve-I’ve just never heard that string of words before” Walter chuckled, wiping his face clean of whisky, his eyes squinted with amusement as he looked back up at (y/n), whose face was hidden in embarrassment behind her hands “I promise, no harm done.” Walter reached out and pattered (y/n)’s knee, smiling as she peeked at him between her fingers. “it was just funny”
(y/n) huffed, dropping her hands and leaning back in her chair with a smile on her lips that suddenly made Walter want to bite them. “And my brothers say I’m not funny” Walter couldn't help but snort again, thankfully not having anything in his mouth this time. “oh? Not funny? Do they say you’re uninteresting as well? All they must say are lies then.” Walter hummed, leaning closer to (y/n), who copied his actions with a cackle.
“Charmer aren’t cha? But yeah, call me boring n all that, lowkey bully me for my fixation on vampires too” Walter bit his lip slightly, tilting his head as (y/n) huffed, waving her hand about as if saying her brother's words didn’t matter “jokes on them I make more money than them combined” Walter couldn’t help but laugh, her research upon his kind had helped her gain a small fortune, how-funny? No, something else, but his mind was turning to a flurry, something about (y/n) making it so.
They continued to talk, slowly moving closer together as the night went on, the bar packed even further, and even when Oliver and the others left; Walter was still there on that bar seat-happily chatting away with the historian that had somehow caught his eye and kept his breath.
Walter felt his jaw clench as a man came strutting up to him and 9y/n), very much getting into (y/n)’s space and ignoring the fact she was talking to Walter and was clearly very invested in their conversation “Hey pretty thing~ care for a dance? A drink?”
“No thank you” (y/n) snapped, wholeheartedly glaring at the man, whose jeans were sitting below his ass, which made Walter want to throw him across the room. “I’m fine.” The man groaned and rolled his eyes, getting even closer to (y/n), the glass in Walter's hand cracking slightly from how hard he was holding it, glaring at the man who wouldn’t take a hint.
“c’mon, you don’t gotta play hard to get. I saw how you were looking at me earlier-“ Walter huffed, knowing the man wouldn’t leave unless (y/n) got very bitchy, or Walter stepped in; so he stood, took the single step he needed to get close to (y/n),
And kissed her.
A simple action that defined anothers ‘property’. (y/n) gasped against his lips, her eyes closed tightly as Walter carefully cradled her jaw and cheeks, her chest against his as she arched up into him. Walter ignored the sparks running through his body and the tingles in his hands as he kissed (y/n). By the time Walter pulled away, both of them breathing heavily, the man was gone; finally taking the damn hint.
“w-wow” (y/n) stuttered, her face streaming as she fanned herself “uh-uh didn’t take you for that type’a’ guy” Walter bowed his head in apology “im sorry for doing that so abruptly and without your consent, but honestly he was pissing me off” (y/n) laughed, hiding her flushing face behind her hand, biting her lip as she did.
Something caught (y/n)s attention and she gasped, leaping up from her seat and grabbing his arm, completely tossing the previous thought over her shoulder as her eyes sparkled. “oh my gods I love this song, dance with me?” (y/n) watched him with a bright grin and pleading eyes, a song Walter would never even think to listen to playing loudly around them.
Walter swallowed harshly as he looked into (y/n)’s eyes, feeling his arm tingle where (y/n) had set her hand, (y/n) waiting patiently for him to accept or decline her request. “Okay, just so you know I’ve never danced at a place like this” Walter huffed, for once feeling nervous as (y/n) laughed happily and pulled him onto the dancefloor, taking his hands and putting them on her waist; guiding him to dance with her to the upbeat music.
After a few minutes of (y/n) and Walter dancing, (y/n) wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned in closer, her lips nearly against his ear, sending shivers down his spine as her breath ghosted across his neck “you’ve really never danced like this before huh?”
Walter shook his head, running his hand through his sweat-slicked hair “no, I’m used to the waltz” (y/n) laughed, but nodded, grabbing his left hand and adjusting his right, pressing her body against his as another song came onto the speakers surrounding the dance floor. Walter chuckled as (y/n) somehow transformed the waltz into a club-appropriate dance, his hips tucked neatly against hers with her chin against his shoulder; the dance feeling more like a tango instead of the graceful ballroom dance.
By the next coming song, Walter was laughing, unable to help his grin as he loosened up, moving in a similar way to swing dancing as he pulled and spun (y/n) around, the people around them thankfully giving them some room. (y/n) squealed as Walter pulled her into his chest, her body pressed flush against his as his arms wrapped around her, his leg sneaking between hers.
(y/n) looked up as she tried to catch her breath, catching her eyes within the ceiling mirrors, her eyes blown wide. she blinked, furrowing her brows slightly as she saw…or didn’t see, something in the mirror. (y/n) rubbed her hands gently against Walter’s back, seeing her hands in the mirror, rubbing against nothing but thin air. (y/n) could feel Walter’s head tucked against her, and yet above her, she was standing alone, supported by nothing but air and light.
Walter had no reflection.
Through her dance-exhausted and alcohol-tipped mind, (y/n) connected the dots quite quickly, realizing exactly what she was dealing with only a few moments to process her situation.
She smiled, tucking her face into Walter’s shoulder as his hands pressed against her hips, his chest rising harshly against her shoulder. Walter felt and heard (y/n)’s heart rate pick up and he was confused for a moment before he looked up, swallowing as he saw the mirrors; realizing what she must’ve figured out.
He licked his lips, his thumb accidentally slipping under the fabric of (y/n)’s shirt, feeling her heated skin against his. He felt (y/n) shiver, her breath coming out in a quick and shuddering huff. And Walter realized (y/n) wasn’t scared, she…she was attracted to him-even more than before.
Walter couldn’t help but smile, ignoring the flutter of his chest at the realization that (y/n) wasn’t scared of his vampirism. Instead; turned on. He tilted his head into her ear, whispering in a sultry voice “wanna get outta here?” (y/n)’s breath stuttered again and she nodded, taking his hand as he offered it and began to lead her outside, taking a glance back at the bartender who nodded back and closed his tab.
(y/n)’s overheated body shuddered as they stepped out into the cold autumn night, Walter continuing to lead (y/n) around till he pulled her into a dark corner alleyway, turning and pushing her into the exposed brick wall, his eyes dark with so many feelings.
He bared his fangs in a smirk, his fingernails elongating and sharped to a point as his arms caged (y/n) to the wall. He once again ignored the flutter in his chest as (y/n) stared at him, completely entranced with awe and…delight. He felt no fear from her, only interest, and wonder.
Her eyes drifted from his fangs to his eyes, back down to his arms, and landed on his hands. (y/n) carefully reached up, taking his hand from beside her head, gently holding it as she stared at his claws. Walter felt a shiver go down his spine-he was expecting something very different-not something this…intimate. He let (y/n) do whatever she was doing though, her fingers playing with his as she started starry-eyed at his claws.
“does it hurt drawing these out?” (y/n) suddenly asked, too quiet for the human ear, but Walter heard it as if it was said loudly into his face. He shook his head “no, they uh-they slide in and out quite easily” he was flustered, heat rising to his cheeks as (y/n) continued to examine him.
A human should not make him feel this way, he was lord Deville, son of the dragon, a ruthless monster.
Why was he getting butterflies?
(y/n) looked up at him, her eyes on his mouth, she leaned closer trying to get a better look at his fangs. Walter, for some reason, instinctively opened his mouth wider for her to get a better look; his cheeks getting warmer as (y/n) reached up and took his jaw, her mouth dropping open in awe as she examined his teeth.
“Amazing” she whispered, and Walter felt his chest rumble with an odd feeling.
Did-did he just fucking purr???? He didn’t purr, that wasn’t a thing he could do.
Then why did he just do it?
He felt fully flustered and almost embarrassed now, but (y/n) didn’t seem to notice as she pulled back, her thumbs rubbing the warm skin of his cheeks before she let herself tip back into the wall, a shy grin on her lips “uh-thanks for uh-letting me do that, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable”
Walter just stared down at her, his gaze drifting down towards her lips as she let out a nervous chuckle “I get lost in thought a lot, especially when-well-well faced with the very thing im hyper-interested in-I mean-my job is about studying the possibility of vampires-mm!” Walter leaned down, whispering for her to shut up for a minute before he kissed her, his clawed hands drawing into her shoulders, keeping her pinned as he pressed his body to hers.
(y/n) slumped against his body, letting him do as he liked as she moaned into the kiss, the heat that had dissipated from her while she examined Walter returning with a roar as he licked at her lip; (y/n) eagerly letting him in and moaning as his tongue played with hers and licked her mouth.
Walter’s clawed hands ran up her sides, his fingers dipping under her shirt and feeling her heated skin; groaning a bit as her hips rocked against his. Walter pulled back a bit, (y/n)’s bottom lip in his teeth, his fangs just barely poking into her skin. She whimpered at the feeling, her eyes opening slightly to look into his, his blue eyes nearly overtaken by a spot of black.
(y/n) let out a small huff, her breath hitting Walter’s face and he breathed her in, releasing her lip and diving into her neck, nipping and sucking at her skin, his fangs grazing the curve of her shoulder. “mm” (y/n) moaned lightly, clutching tightly to his shoulders to keep her balance, her legs shaking as her hips continued to rock against his. He rocked back into her, his erection tight against his pants.
(y/n)’s pulse beat rapidly under his lips, full of excitement and curiosity. Walter couldn’t help but chuckle, never In his life had he met such eager prey.
Though he wouldn’t count (y/n) as prey anymore, not that he would admit that to anyone but himself.
Walter pulled back, nodding to himself in approval at the marks blooming across (y/n)’s skin. He glanced to the side, seeing no one was paying attention to the alley he had decided to occupy, and practically dropped to his knees, glad that the ground was dry. “W-Walt-er” (y/n) stuttered out, already knowing what he was doing, her eyes blown wide and steam seemed to rise off her cheeks “i-you-don’t-“
Walter just shushed her gently, unbuttoning (y/n)’s pants and pulling them down until he had reasonable access to her-fuck- her delicious-smelling cunt. Walter leaned in, another low purr-like sound rumbling from his chest, his nose pressed to (y/n)’s underwear. (y/n) squeaked, quickly covering her mouth to prevent anyone from hearing her. “you smell amazing, both your cunt and your blood” Walter muttered to himself, (y/n) barely able to hear him over the music that drifted outside from the bar and the people talking from just outside the alley.
Walter watched her with an amused gaze, letting his tongue drift out and lick up the expanse of (y/n)’s clothed core, closing his eyes as some of her taste drifted through the cloth. He really didn’t know what it was about her, but out of all the humans he’d had, sexual or otherwise, she was the best he’d ever tasted.
Walter’s ears perked at the sound of (y/n)’s muffled whimpers and moans, her legs and hands shaking as she tried to hold herself up and keep quiet. Walter smirked up at her, taking his claw and ripping her underwear, chuckling as she gasped loudly “i-I didn’t bring extra Walter!” (y/n) hushed out, reaching down to grab his hair as he leaned back into her cunt, which was soaking wet and pulsing with want. (y/n) huffed with a quiet moan as Walter dipped his fingers into her folds -thankfully no longer clawed- soon one of his fingers found its way inside, hugged by the walls of (y/n)’s vagina.
“Walter-“ (y/n) huffed out again, her body sparking forward as Walter’s mouth met her clit, softly licking at first before he sucked it into his mouth and praised her nerve with his tongue. “ahh-hahh~ mmmnn” (y/n) moaned from above him, her cheeks blasting heat down her body, her body supported by Walter’s free hand that rested on her hip, his non-human strength being a great help.
Walter greatly enjoyed the noises coming from (y/n), soon adding a second finger, knowing he was a bit bigger than three fingers-but he would add that in a minute. Walter closed his eyes, letting himself indulge in (y/n)’s taste, feeling her clit hard against his tongue, her cunt clenching tightly around his fingers, soaking his skin and overwhelming his senses.
‘fuck she smells so good’ Walter thought, moaning a bit into (y/n)’s clit, sending vibrations through the sensitive nerve, which made (y/n) jump and grab at his hair. He chuckled, sending more of those feelings through (y/n) clit, making her moan and rut her hips down into his mouth and fingers. “Walter~” (y/n) breathed out, looking down at him, seeing the blue in his eyes were only rings; overtaken by the void of his pupils.
Walter pulled back for a moment, looking into (y/n)’s eyes as he licked his lips soaked with her, inserting a third finger as he did; smirking as her head fell back against the brick wall at the feeling. “fuck-“ (y/n) cursed, rutting her hips down into him, panting as his mouth found her clit again. He curled his fingers into her g-spot, smirking against her as she shook against him, her orgasm drawing closer with each suck and press.
(y/n)’s hands left his hair and slapped over her mouth, muffled high-pitched sighs escaping her as heat spread over her body, starting from her gut and going down into her feet. “fuck!” (y/n) gasped as she came down from her high, Walter slowly pulling off her cunt; licking up her cum from his fingers as he got to his feet.
(y/n) watched with half-lidded eyes as Walter unbuckled his belt and slid down his pants and underwear enough to take out his cock, the tip red and precum leaking down the shaft. “damn” (y/n) muttered, biting her lip a bit, glancing around for a moment-as if trying to figure out something before she gasped. Walter paused, somehow knowing the gasp was a sign for him to stop for a second as (y/n) took out her wallet and pulled out a condom, handing it to him.
“…Did you expect to fuck someone tonight?” Walter joked, opening the package and sliding the rubber on. (y/n) shook her head, taking a deep breath as Walter adjusted her to get himself inside without it being awkward. “no, I um-brought them for my friend, I had two-she already took the first” Walter snorted, and ended up flipping (y/n) around till she faced the wall, her ass facing him.
Walter leaned into her, shielding (y/n)’s body from anyone who might glance into the alley, kissing the back of her neck. “deep breath darling” Walter muttered, smirking against (y/n)’s skin as she stuttered at his nickname for her, pushing the head of his cock into (y/n)’s cunt, huffing against her as she practically sucked him in.
“so-fuck-warm” Walter panted, holding (y/n) tight as he pushed deeper and deeper until he was flush against her ass. (y/n) let out a soft sigh, one of her hands fumbling from the wall to grab his arm, her head dropping between her shoulders as Walter began to set a soft yet steady pace, slowly speeding up as (y/n)’s cunt was wet enough to act as more than enough lube and was happily taking his cock.
“fuuuck” (y/n) huffed, her cheeks blazing hot as she felt Walter’s hips meet her ass every few seconds, the drag of his cock within her sending shocks up her spine as the head slid against her sweet spot. His skin hitting hers echoed in her ears, the music from the bar masking it from everyone else.
She hoped to god no-one would think to look down the alley, she would surely die. Walter muttered something in a language she couldn’t truly understand under his breath, but they were clearly dirty-minded with the way he whispered them into her skin, his clawed grip on her waist getting tighter as he climbed to his orgasm.
“atât de umed și strâns” Walter muttered, if (y/n) was in her right mind, she would find the language to be of old Wallachia, the very language she strived to learn and speak but had yet to become fluent
One of his hands released her waist to find her clit, rubbing it in time with his rough thrusts as (y/n) pushed back into him, panting and whimpering as Walter used her as he pleased. He muttered something under his breath again, “al meu al meu al meu, ești al meu acum noua mea dragă” and bit into (y/n)’s neck, her blood flowing into his mouth, his hips coming to a few rough stops as he came, (y/n) following his lead as the pain sent her over the edge and sent her tumbling into the abyss.
“w-w-ahh~” (y/n) couldn’t even say his name, so well fucked her mind couldn’t process much more than ‘yes’. The two were breathing heavily as they came down from their highs, Walter seated deep inside (y/n) as she slumped against him, soon being stood to lean fully on him as he slipped out and pulled her pants up, pocketing her torn underwear.
(y/n) realized Walter was still attached to her neck, and felt a shiver go down her spine, but realized he wasn’t drinking anything anymore, just-holding her neck with his teeth “you gonna let go anytime soon?” (y/n) whispered out, letting her head fall on his shoulder, laughing quietly as he hummed, almost like a grumpy cat, and unsheathed his fangs, licking his lips and her skin free of blood.
“Do you live around here?” Walter asked, straightening out (y/n)’s appearance before he fixed his own, tucking himself back into his pants after throwing out the used condom. (y/n) smirked at him from her spot on the brick wall “why? Want me to stick around?”
“Yes” Walter answered, not ashamed to speak of the connection he felt; but he disguised it as something else. “you taste good, nothing like I’ve had before” (y/n) flushed a bit, hiding her face as Walter smirked, raising his brow as he waited for (y/n)’s answer. She realized he was waiting for one and coughed into her first.
“uh-yeah-well, not around here, I live in the next town over, uh-close to that one little town near the cliffs.” Walter couldn’t help but grin, so she lived just one town away from him, wonderful. “you’re so willing to tell a blood-eating demon where you live, you aren’t scared I’ll turn on a dime and drain you dry?” Walter purred, chuckling as (y/n)’s heart skipped a beat, but excitedly, not afraid.
“if I’m gonna die, it’s gonna be by a pretty vampire and nothing else” (y/n) joked, giggling as Walter huffed and grabbed her hips, bringing her close to kiss her.
“I better be that pretty vampire”
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Robin Redbreast
m!Robin, f!Reader, explicit
You discover it by accident.
Most discoveries about Robin’s body are accidents—the two of you like to take things slow, here in his room with the door closed and a stopper wedged in front of it that you smuggled into the orphanage and hid in a hollow of your old platform heels. The ones that barely hold together as shoes anymore. Nobody can get in—well, Bailey could if he were truly determined and actually cared what the two of you were up to—and maybe neither of you could get out if there was an emergency, but that’s fine. It’s worth it for the peace and quiet.
The only light in the room is the soft flicker of the pause menu on the game the two of you had been playing before your campaign to distract Robin finally paid off. You lift your head from his lap, where you’d been steadily breathing on the outline of his cock through his pants, letting your lips trace along the seam in his pants and providing just enough pressure to tease without committing fully to the act, and sit up with a grin.
Robin squirms into your lap, pulling his legs up onto the bed and turning to face you more, face flushed. He’s still wearing his button-up shirt from school, but you’re eagerly working at the buttons already, and the opening reveals smooth faintly freckled skin and the jut of his collarbones. Your hands trail down further, working at the buttons still—you’re unwilling to give up until his pretty nipples are exposed at the very least—and he leans in to kiss you.
You frown, having had your line of sight to his buttons blocked. The heat coursing through you makes it very difficult to focus on trying to get each small, fiddly button out of its hole without ripping the shirt, and you know Robin would be sad and annoyed if you accidentally tore his uniform.
Not that it ever stopped him—you’ve had to replace your bra on a regular basis since you started dating. The endless parade of creeps in your life was more considerate of the integrity of your undergarments than your actual boyfriend, and wasn’t that sad? The last time you’d complained to him, he’d shrugged cheerfully and flicked you on the nose, and told you that you were paying for clothing repair and replacement anyway, so he was just making sure you got your money’s worth.
You manage to get another button undone.
Undeterred by your lackluster response to his kiss, Robin tilts his head and begins to make his way along your jaw, pressing fluttery soft kisses—what did the boy do to his lips, they were so soft—that left warm spots of heat rising in your cheeks, in your chest, and you loved this boy, even if he was hard on your bras,. He makes his way from your jaw to your neck, and the change in angles sends a shiver up your spine. His own jaw works over your skin, prickly stubble scraping roughly.
“Robin,” you sigh. You can feel his smile against your skin. “Robin, you need to shave.”
The smile turns into a sad and dramatic pout, equally obvious against your skin.
You get the last button undone, and now it’s your turn.
Kissing Robin is one of the more delightful things in your life, the near-sweet taste of his skin beneath your lips as you press your tongue out to taste. Kissing Robin is your favorite hobby, your most cherished memory, and something you think you’ll never grow tired of. No matter how many things you’re forced to do, how many times your control is ripped away from you, you’re a new person here, and you can just kiss him. Like the two of you are a normal couple, who’ve snuck away from a family gathering to mess around in a childhood bedroom, instead of trapped in a perpetual adolescence, held hostage by your legal existence.
You promise yourself again that you’re going to get out of here. Both of you. For good. Bailey won’t be around forever, and even then—someday he’ll mess up, and you’ll be able to snag your I.D, and Robin’s, birth certificates, national insurance numbers, everything that makes you a real person—and you’ll book it. And you’ll never look back.
Hmm.
Your thoughts have taken a turn for the melancholy again. The taste of Robin’s skin is a distraction, but not a good enough one. You kiss lower, dragging your lips across his neck, following them with your tongue and teeth, feeling the heat rise as you leave little bruises behind.
Robin will have to pop the collar of his shirt tomorrow at school, if he doesn’t want the hickies noticed—which he probably will, because he’s unpredictable like that. Sometimes it’s like he needs to hide the two of you away from the world, and sometimes it’s like he doesn’t care who sees, wants everyone to know that you’ve dedicated yourself to him and only him. Sometimes, you wonder if he knows how little people care about you, and how often you overhear people talking about him in the halls, the kinds of things they say, the looks on their faces as he invites you and only you over to his table, again and again. Sometimes you think he knows exactly what they say, and he’s making a statement whenever he shows off like that, in his own mostly-chaste way.
Things get interesting when you hit his collarbones.
You have no intention of stopping, of course—every time you see them peeping shyly out of the top of his shirt, you want to bite them, lick them, trace your tongue along their contours, and Robin knows that, from how he’ll deliberately undo the top button of his uniform if he’s having a confident day. They feel just like you’d imagined under your tongue, the firm angular shape pressing against your lips and letting you tuck your nose into the crook of his neck. You stop for a moment to just breathe, which is why you notice.
The flush that had been previously confined to Robin’s face had traveled down his neck, and begun to spread prettily along his chest, pink enough to hide the freckles but not nearly as pink as his nipples. You’re in the perfect position to check his pulse.
It’s racing.
You lift your lips from his skin just enough to ask him a question. “Do you like this?” you ask, and then begin to trail your lips lower across his chest.
Robin shudders, and gasps. “Y-yeah. Yeah, that’s—that’s—” he stifles a sound that isn’t quite a moan. “Can you go lower?”
You press a soft kiss against his skin, and then pull away.
“Aren’t you gonna use your words?” you ask, and he groans. His hands tangle in the back of your hair, and he drags you firmly back down against his chest.
“No,” he says with a grin, and you roll your eyes.
You lick his nipple anyway, and the shiver that rocks his body is satisfaction enough. It pebbles under your tongue, and he shifts forward. You hear the sound of a zipper, and though you never look up from his chest, you bat Robin’s hand away from his cock. When you run a hand over it, curious, it is hot and hard and covered in sticky precum. You feel guilty for a moment for teasing him for so long before—but then you decide that enough is enough.
Despite the fact that Robin is taller than you, you still manage to tip the two of you back against the bed without needing to move away from his chest. One of your legs wedges between his, and the hand that’s not busy pinning Robin’s chest to your mouth lifts your skirt enough that you can feel the roughness of his slacks through your thin panties. He ruts against your thigh, and each motion drags his slacks against you—you gasp, and suck on the nipple in your mouth in response.
The moment you begin to suck, his body shakes and his muscles jump beneath you. Cum streaks your thigh, and his hands tighten in your hair reflexively as he rides out the shockwaves of his orgasm. You hum around his nipple, considering the night’s events.
With this reaction from him, you’ll need to do this again.
#dol#degrees of lewdity#robin the orphan#dol robin#the world/game can fight me: robin is into nipple play#i also love the idea of everyone else seeing the PC as Robin's Kylar?#or something like that#i think it's funny#f!reader#m!robin#he/him robin#she/her reader#sp4rrow-writes
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The Flower Shop of Lemoore | A Bob Floyd Fictional Work
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“It’s an Asiatic lily,” He breathed out slow, pulling out the flower from underneath the counter, “They mean marriage and purity.” Y/N’s face twisted into curiosity when he pulled out the lily, it was bright beating red, she looked at Floyd opening her mouth to say her opinion.
“Is there a reason why you’re showing a single woman a flower about Marriage?” She asked the exact question that Floyd was expecting. The song that rang on in the background spilled the lyrics that Floyd felt deep in his heart.
‘All My life, I spent the nights with dreams of you’
Flower eight out of twenty
Today's Flower: Asiatic Lily - Marriage and Purity
Chapter List can be found : here
Dedicated to: @notyoursbutlewis
Disney Girls by The Beach Boys sang over his old record player, he let out a soft sigh. It had been a week since he went and ran for Y/N through the thick and thin of the lightly dusting snow to hand her a wilting flower only for her to be kind and return and give him such a reward for his hard work a simple tulip he kept in a glass vase by his counter. He couldn’t take his eyes off how each petal was so perfect and the color just as bright as the day he received it.
His eyes lifted from the flower when the ding from the door opening brought a warm smile to his charming lips, “I didn’t expect to see you so soon.”
“I didn’t expect you to put my flower on display either, but hey surprises are everywhere.”
Y/N looked bundled up in her warm fuzzy clothes, jackets and wool. She slowly looked around the shop, seeming to take in the same details she saw every time she came to the little shop on the block. “Did you change anything?” She asked, her fingers brushing over the flowers that were placed out.
“Nothing out of the ordinary other than switching out a few old flowers and candles.” She nodded just taking it all in again before she walked up to his counter, like the dozens of times she had done before, the feeling of deja vu was prominent.
She figured it was Floyd’s smile, it was always warm, she was welcomed with the same smile when she walked into the place. Welcomed with his little floral pins and neat apron he put over top his work jeans and pink sweater. She pondered what he would wear in the summer. Would the place even still be around in the summer? She shook her head, of course the place would be around, wouldn’t it?
“I didn’t know you liked The Beach Boys.” She hummed, her eyes looking past Floyd and at the record spinning on the table, she took a moment to take in the fresh lyrics, she hadn’t heard this song in such a long time.
“I don’t, actually, those are my dad’s records figured I would give this a go. It’s fitting.” He raised his shoulders in protest as he explained. He did fiddle a little while he spoke, either it was with his hands or pushing up his glasses, speaking of which; his glasses were slowly sliding down as he spoke.
Y/N reached forward giving them one steady push with her pointer finger, along with brushing his loose hairs out of the way. “You really need to get glasses that fit,” She shook her head, “These are always slipping.”
“Noted,” Floyd sighed softly, taking a moment to breathe before he changed the subject, “Are you ready for the flower today?”
“After my short break, how could I possibly say no?” She had a small sarcastic laugh as she said it, nodding towards him as if telling him to get on with it.
Floyd had something up his sleeve though, it was a risky shot but after last week, the simple tulip that rested on his counter sparked the feelings between them. He knew it had to be true right? He still remembered her fateful words:
“Love and Passion,” She pointed out, “Usually it’s used between couples to express love or the fiery passion they have for eachother. It’s funny because every couple I saw with these flowers during valentine's day, broke up.” She snorted.
“Love and passion.” Those words echoed in his head often, he always thought he would ask someone out with a beautiful flower, a flower just as beautiful as them. He looked up from the flower he had resting underneath the counter, just in a place where she couldn’t see it. Where he could look at it and ponder if it was really the right move to ask Y/N out on a small date in the middle of winter, he didn’t run for nothing, that was for sure.
He would never run for someone he didn’t know either. Someone he thought was worth it.
“It’s an Asiatic lily,” He breathed out slow, pulling out the flower from underneath the counter, “They mean marriage and purity.” Y/N’s face twisted into curiosity when he pulled out the lily, it was bright beating red, she looked at Floyd opening her mouth to say her opinion.
“Is there a reason why you’re showing a single woman a flower about Marriage?” She asked the exact question that Floyd was expecting. The song that rang on in the background spilled the lyrics that Floyd felt deep in his heart.
‘All My life, I spent the nights with dreams of you’
“I wanted to ask you something,” for once in his life, Floyd had to get some sort of big boy pants on and ask her, tell her how he felt, how he wanted to go to a beach and sit on the roof of his car while he played a smooth song and they danced and swayed.
He wanted her to save the very last dance for him.
No one else.
“Spill it, Floyd.” Y/N had an unreadable expression, as if she was trying to hide how she felt at that moment. Floyd was praying it wasn’t some sort of ploy to get him to spill everything and give her time to reject him, but it wasn’t as bad as her walking out and him having a
“I like you,” His voice cracked with the suddenness, “I don’t know how to explain it with a perfect use of words, but I did want to take you away.. Maybe for a day.”
Y/N was quiet when he came to his conclusion, he was asking for a date in one of the weirdest ways she’s ever heard but she knew he was awkward. He didn’t know how to express himself much like she couldn’t either.
She reached out making Floyd freeze up, she pushed up his golden rim glasses once more, the words spilled out her mouth while she did so. “You could’ve asked me on a date like any normal person, a letter, a sign, but instead you did it with a flower.” She reached down to his hand and took the flower from his loose grip, “A very beautiful one at that,” She looked up from the flower.
“I don’t think we could fit any more Floyd than a simple flower.” She chuckled, spinning the stem making the flower bloom even more in her hands.
Floyd was lost, she hadn’t said the simple yes or no, instead she was dragging it.
“Well, it is thoughtful.” Here it goes, she was going to reject him. He tried his best, he knew he would walk out of his shift today embarrassed and broken spirited-
“Where did you exactly have in mind? I won’t mind as long as we’re not outside in that winter wonderland.” She pointed out towards the window where the fogged up windows and growing ice laid bright and bland.
“Wait, so you..” Before he could finish she finished for him.
“Yes, Floyd. I want to go on a date with you.” She smiled, it was the brightest one he had seen ever in his lifetime of being a flower shop owner. He knew how to make people's day brighter, but he had never seen a smile as bright as Y/N’s in that moment. He almost teared up, he didn’t know if it was because the song was slow and filled with such joy or the fact someone actually said yes to going out with him.
“You’re sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure. Who wouldn’t want to go out with you?” She raised a brow, which led Floyd to lead with his next sentence.
“A lot of people,”
“Well, they clearly missed out.” She was still smiling, her voice fragile as she spoke, her hands still grasping the beautiful red lily in her hands. Floyd seemed slightly taken aback, he didn’t expect her to share the same feelings, his heart hurt in fear when he asked, but now his heart was bursting with joy.
“How about we go out for dinner, I can pick you up- 6 o-clock? Wednesday?” Y/N’s face distorted into a small thinking look, her lips pursed and eyebrows furrowed.
“That should work, I expect to see you then won’t I?” She turned a heel still looking back at Floyd.
“Of course you will.”
After it was said she left with a small wave and a tint of blush on her face, Bob was saddened after he heard the ding of the door. She had left to make her bus, Floyd knew he would see her before the date they had planned for such a moment to spend together.
He knew he would have to line up every flower that matched with love perfectly, She had the purest heart of them all.
#top gun#top gun maverick#robert bob floyd#tgm#kloofwriting#y/n x robert bob floyd#she/her reader#robert 'bob' floyd#robert x reader#robert floyd#I'M BACK BABY#proof reading? never heard of her#if there's any errors i'm too lazy to fix it#I have been on like a four month writers block give me A BREAK GRAH
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┊₊˚{☁️} “When you're sick”₊˚꒦｡
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ꔫ Fandom꒱꒱ Kakegurui
ꔫ Genre꒱꒱ Fluff {100% SFW}
ꔫ Type and pairing꒱꒱ Imagines ( x reader )
ꔫ Featuring꒱꒱ Yumeko Jabami, Midari Ikishima, Runa Yomozuki
ꔫ Pronouns꒱꒱ She/her, fem reader
ꔫ Content Warning(s)꒱꒱ Illness, mention of m3d1cation, use of pet-names
ꔫ Summary꒱꒱You have a bad cold, coughing and sniffling in your bed; you overall feel awful! Your girlfriend finally comes home, and they're here to take good care of you.
ꔫ Author note(s)꒱꒱I'm actually sick right now, and my immune system sucks, so it's so much worse than a normal cold. So, writing fanfiction might help take the mind off of my misery lmao. I hope you enjoy reading, requests are always welcome!
☆ﾟ Yumeko Jabami ☆ﾟ
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You woke up in your fluffy queen-sized bed; you felt overwhelming congestion in your nose and throat. It was around springtime, and that’s usually when you got sick the most, so you just knew that you never look forward to that time of year. You had a cold. You groan in pain, sniffling your stuffed nose, trying to unclog a small hole to breathe through, but you just breathe through your mouth anyway. You grumpily reached for your phone. Once you looked at the time, you noticed you had slept in. It was already around 3:00 PM. You seemed to miss school; not that it mattered, you probably wouldn’t have gone either way. Rolling off the bed, you heard a knock at your dorm room door just when you landed your feet on the ground. “C-Coming!” You stuttered with an achy voice, causing a slight dry cough.
Stumbling to the door, you open it slowly, some snot running down your nose. At the door was your girlfriend, Yumeko Jabami! You were used to your love coming over every day, so this wasn’t anything new. Yumeko seemed super happy and came in talking about a fantastic gamble she just had with Mary, using lots of exciting expressions and hand gestures. She hadn’t really got to look at you yet, as she always gets very hyper in her favorite hobby. You listened, smiling at how happy your girlfriend got; seeing her smile made you smile. You actually forgot about your sickness for a second until you made another cough, this time, it really hurt your throat. Yumeko finally looked at you clearly with surprised, widened eyes. “Oh my! Darling, are you sick?” she dramatically gasps, not letting you answer before dragging you to your bed, tucking you in with your favorite blanket.
“Yumeko, it’s okay! I’m okay! You don-” Yumeko cuts you off with a finger to your lips. She smiles and starts gathering essentials like a tissue box, cough drops, the trash bin, and medicine to help you sleep. “I’ll take care of you, okay? Try and get your rest, my love. You’ll be gambling again in no time!” Yumeko whispers sweetly in your ear, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. You blushed and grabbed for her hand, shyly tugging on it. “Can you stay here with me? I don’t want you to go... It’ll make me feel better!”
Yumeko giggled, sliding under the covers with you, holding you gently on her chest, and circling your back softly. “Of course, darling, anything for you.” With those words, You smile, holding her hand as you both slowly drift off to sleep, feeling better already as you know you are safe in your girlfriend’s arms.
☆ﾟ Midari Ikishima ☆ﾟ
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You held onto your girlfriend's red shirt as you sniffled and coughed, keeping quiet not to wake Midari up. She barely rests and takes very little care of herself, but she's been looking after her health more frequently since dating you. Of course, you and Midari are opposites, as you fear almost everything, including your current illness. Midari, on the other hand, isn't afraid of basically anything, but you know what they say; opposites attract. You lay sickly on your overprotective girlfriend's chest, trying to fall asleep but unable to because it's so hard to breathe through your nose. You whimper to yourself quietly, smothering your face in your girlfriend's chest. A few moments later, you feel a soft hand petting your hair. You look up to see Midari awake, though you can't help to feel guilty that you woke her up with your sniffling. "I'm sorry!! I didn't mean to wake you!!" You apologized, sitting now on the side looking over at your now awake girlfriend.
Midari tilted her head, sitting up. She lifted your chin to her eye level and pecked your lips, reassuring you of any worries. Of course, being Midari, she didn't care if it would get her sick; she loved those soft lips. "Awe, princess. Don't be sorry, and you didn't wake me. So you're still sick, huh?" Midari softly says as she puts you on her lap, wrapping her arms around your waist.
You've been sick for a few days now; Midari has been taking good care of you. She even skipped some gambling chances to be with you. "Uhuh...So as much as I love it, don't kiss me!! I don't want you to get sick too." You pouted as you snuggled into the crook of the other's neck. Midari isn't usually soft around anyone, that is until she met you. "I think I'll take that gamble~! You know I love a good risk!"
She smirked, kissing your forehead softly, checking your temperature as she did. Midari was about to speak, but she heard a tiny snore coming from you. You were asleep on her shoulder. Midari relieved you could finally get some sleep, laid back down with you in her arms and stroked your hair softly until she fell back asleep also.
☆ﾟ Runa Yomozuki ☆ﾟ
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Being apart of the student council along with your tiny gamer girlfriend, Runa, was a big deal. It was important for you to attend meetings daily, and to take your job seriously...Even if your partner doesn’t do the same. You woke up with a cold this morning, you felt awful but you still got ready in your uniform and headed to school, sniffling softly on the way. You made it to the council a bit late, but at least you showed up unlike Midari; so you were sure you weren't going to get in trouble with the president. While stepping in the door you see a familiar orange bunny hoodie and that cute adorable face. Runa was playing on her switch, until you came in. She put the controller down with her game paused. Runa came skipping over to you joyfully. “Player two! You’re here!!!” Runa cheered, jumping up and hugging you.
You cheeks turned red as you held your girlfriend in your arms, hugging her back. Runa’s face snuggled into your neck, at that moment you basically forgot all about your misery. You carried her back to her seat, the other members being unphased by this whole interaction as this happens everyday. Sitting down you sit Runa on your lap handing her back the Nintendo switch. You wrap your arms around her watching her play. Moments later you get a tingly feeling in the back of your throat, before you storm out in a coughing fit, doing your best to not aim it towards Runa. Nobody gives an eye to you, besides your small girlfriend. She looks up with you in concern. “Are you sick...?” she mumbles just enough for you to hear her. You tilt your head giving a smile to attempt an reassure her.
“Don’t worry bunny, it’s just a small cold. I’ll be okay!” You whispered sweetly in her ear. You knew Runa was always worried when it came to you, but you really would be okay, but this is Runa were talking about. The small girl pouted hopping off your lap and taking your hand softly, dragging you out of the room. “President, we’re leaving since {Y/N} isn’t feeling good!!” the small gamer didn’t even let the president respond before dragging you by one finger to your dorm room. “Runa you really don’t have to do this- I don’t want you to get sick also-” you complained in worry of your girlfriend.
Runa smiled while tucking you into bed, having to use a stepping stool to even reach the bed; but she was doing her best non the less. “Nuh uh! I’m taking care of you. No butts!” She pouted gently holding onto your hand, smiling at you. Moments later Runa crawled on top of you, getting into a comfortable position. “So get some rest, okay Player 2?” she whispered slowly closing her own eyes and drifting to sleep. You do the same with a smile. You couldn't ask for a better girlfriend.
#Nyanyafluffxoxo#kakegurui#fanfic#fanfiction#kakegurui x reader#midari#midari ikishima#yumeko#yumeko jabami#runa#runa yomozuki#fem reader#female reader#she/her reader
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Escape From Halloweentown {Jack Skellington x Reader} CHAPTER 5 - Good Morning
Summary: When a game of hide-and-seek goes wrong, you find yourself lost in the woods without a way home. Whether it be fate, or just dumb luck, you suddenly find yourself in a far bigger predicament than you ever thought you would be- and it’s not just because you can’t seem to find your little brother.
Pairing: Reader / Jack Skellington. A very slow burn fic.
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CW: Slight NSFW themes
Hey all! I'm back with this chapter and it has some... surprises. I know I specified that this is a slow burn fic, and it IS, but some spice doesn't hurt here. Also, I wanted to put a content warning in case someone didn't want to read because of their closeness- I'll spoil what happens below for those who are on the edge about it.
As always, thanks for choosing my fic! I really appreciate it x
SPOILER:
You and Jack sleep together, and in the morning he accidentally stimulates you with the bones of his leg. It doesn't progress pass 'accidental' and you quickly go to the bathroom.
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The fire crackled, a few select sparks flying out and disappearing as quick as they did so. Jack stood watching you, your breaths making your back rise and fall rhythmically, as you slept draped across the windowsill. That can’t be comfortable… Jack thought, his first instinct wanting to bring you to bed and cover you in his blanket. I can’t, he scolded himself. He wouldn’t forgive himself if he lost you. He enjoyed your company, but you’ve become restless, and he can tell that you would take a chance to escape the moment it was presented to you.
Still, something about the way you sat made him frown. He didn’t like that you were sleeping like that, hunched over on your knees, drooling on a platform of wood. Fighting his initial rejection, he tiptoed your direction, careful not to make any noise. Despite this, you stirred, and your eyes popped open.
You wiped your face, turning around so fast that your muscles ached from the stiffness they’d developed prior. There, right behind you, was Jack, looking down at your half-awake form. He’d stopped in his tracks, his eyebrows raised in surprise. Was he praying that you were asleep? What even was his plan?
You raised your arms up by gut reaction, covering your face and ducking. Jack’s brow raised further, puzzled by your need to protect yourself. Was he really that scary to you? Did you… dislike him that much? The sadness swept through him, lodged deep in his bones. He took a step back, keeping his mouth shut. You stilled your shaking, and peeked through your arm barrier. Jack had moved back a few feet, yet he hadn’t said a word. You lowered your arms slowly, trusting that he wouldn’t charge or do something worse.
Jack waited patiently for you to say something, but you didn’t know what to say. You felt all the thoughts on the situation bounce around your head, and so you just caught one at random, voicing it.
“Were you watching me sleep?”
Jack hesitated, caught off-guard. He’d been watching you for a little bit, yes, but he meant no harm. He couldn’t form all of those words, so he just nodded. “Yes.”
You had no idea how to take that. Your pulse, already pounding at having been woken up, quickened more. “Why?” You sounded more and more desperate, your body short of breath.
Jack really couldn’t answer this one. He didn’t know how you would react, so he just spoke from the heart.
“I was thinking that you couldn’t be comfortable sleeping like that.”
You paused, reflecting on his reply. You didn’t know what to say after that. Was he being creepy, or was he being kind? You continued the conversation for lack of another option.
"It isn't. It hurts my back. And my neck."
Jack took in this information quietly. "Then why did you sleep there?"
"I don't have very many choices. The bed is too small."
Jack thought about this. You were right; the bed was for his small ghost dog, who didn't need sleep anyway. It served more as a pillow than a mattress. He swallowed, wanting desperately to help you out. Without letting it pass through his mental filter, he spoke. He brought up a solution that had been off limits.
"You can sleep in my bed."
Your heart skipped a beat. You forgot to breath. His bed?
You worked up the courage to ask. You had to know how he thought this would go if you agreed. "With you?"
Jack was caught off guard once more, but this time his face was stone. He wanted to give you a choice.
"If that's what you want."
. . .
It was awkward enough when the much taller skeleton had touched you gently during your check-up with Dr. Finklestein, but the feeling that burned through you now was definitely worse. You wanted to sleep in a bed- a real bed- and let your body actually rest. And, even though you denied it, you wanted the protection of Jack. You bit your lip, fighting with your inner emotions. You want to, you more than want to, but the logical part of your brain told you that it was dangerous. What if he hurt you? What if he wanted to force himself on you? What if… what if you wanted him?
Your eyes darted around the room, looking for something- anything- to use to distract yourself. Before you could, Jack spoke once more. His tone seemed…. disappointed.
"You don't have to, of course. It's an option, not a necessity."
You instantly interjected. "No! That's not- that's- I didn't mean that. I just don't-" You cut yourself off, trying to organzie your thoughts. You started to panic. You closed your eyes tightly, your breaths getting faster, more strained, more panicked, more-
Jack's hand made contact with your shoulder, and he squeezed to take your attention from your racing mind. You reached up and put your own hand atop his, and you grabbed it. He retreated, but before he could you interlocked your fingers in his. You needed someone. For some reason, you needed him.
He didn't quite understand your emotions right now, but he could sense distress. He knelt down, much more around the same height as you. He took his free hand and started rubbing your back in large circles, trying to stimulate slow, deep breaths. Your pulse calmed ever so slightly, and Jack felt a surge of dopamine. It was working. He was helping you.
Once you gained control over your body once more, you realized how close you both were. He sat next to you, your hand in his and his palm rubbing your back. He wasn't doing any harm. He was only trying to make you feel better.
"Would you like to come to bed? With… me?" Jack asked the same question in a different way, trying to make it more 'yes or no' rather than having you explain. That served no purpose for you, and it was easier, anyway.
To Jack's surprise, you nodded, sniffing back snot and tears that were trying to exit your system. You were kind of surprised at yourself, but you couldn't be alone for yet another night. You needed someone.
Jack slipped his hand away from where it was placed in yours, and rose, lifting his palm from your back. He reached out his hand and helped you up, standing still afterward. He took a tender step forward, eyeing you, but you looked calm. He reached his hands up and gently touched your collar, the chain rattling slightly from the shift in weight.
Slowly, he thumbed the studs, twisting it so that he could unlock it with the key he’d kept hidden somewhere on his person. The metal clinked, and popped open within seconds. He removed it from around your neck, tossing it to the side. Your skin was very red, and it looked almost irritated. It felt irritated, but you dared not to fidget or scratch. You knew it would only make matters worse.
Jack's palm hovered over the affected area, an odd look crossing him. You looked at him just as you had when he was last this close. You tilted your head to the side to give him easier access, and he ran the end of a single digit across the raised irritation bumps. He was so gentle, and his phalanges were cold, but it soothed you more than you'd expected. You leaned into his touch, slightly embarrassed. He stopped for a moment, and you turned back to look at him.
"I'm sorry."
Jack sounded sincere. He sounded hurt. It seemed like he didn't realize how inhumane he was treating you. You said nothing.
He sighed to himself and gently pulled you along with him as he went down the spiral staircase you'd been previously kept away from. You remembered that this floor was the one with the tub. You remembered the time you'd bathed, and how gentle Jack was with you then, at your most vulnerable. You trusted him then and it had been okay- trusting him now wasn’t any different.
On the other side of the room was a mattress that had been laid out crookedly. The blankets were tossed to the side, and a single pillow was pushed up against the wall. It looked like Jack hadn't slept at all yet tonight.
He guided you toward his bed, and you realized that it was slightly smaller than a Queen-sized. If you shared, you'd surely be touching him. But you'd also be sleeping on a bed, and as your mind clouded more and more with sleep, you wanted its comfort more and more.
You looked to him for permission, and he nodded, pulling up the blanket to cover you. You laid down, and the moment the blanket hit you, you felt instantly exhausted. You'd cried so much this past week that you weren't sure if you could again. Your brain felt empty, your body fuzzy. Despite this, you scooted over and made room for Jack, who climbed under with you.
His striped pajama clothes suited him well, and looked more comfortable than the sweats you were given. You didn't want to be rude, but you'd wished you'd had your pajamas. They kept the chill from penetrating into your skin easily.
You shivered. You were cold, especially now that there was no fireplace on this floor. Jack must've noticed, because he nudged himself toward you, just so it was barely noticeable. You breathed in, weighing your options. You were already kept here against your will, you might as well be comfortable.
"You can come closer. You can… hold me. If you want."
Your request came out more like a suggestion. You inwardly cursed yourself for acting so submissive. Still, Jack did as you mentioned and snuck his arm over you, turning on his side. He rested it on the curve of your hip, making sure his only point of contact was his elbow atop the flesh there. For some reason, you thought his hesitance was cute. You lingered on the thought before letting it stay, choosing not to push it down.
You wiggled closer to him, wanting his body to heat yours despite his being a literal skeleton, but he kept moving away. Not caring if he didn't want to hold you at this point, you growled in frustration.
"I want you to be next to me. I want your body to touch mine." You felt like you were demanding, and quickly followed up with, "If you want that too, I mean."
He didn't respond. For a brief while, he didn't even move. You thought you'd been too mean to him, that your tone had been too much, but he suddenly closed the gap between your bodies and tucked his hand under your ribs, his arm around you snugly. He rested his chin atop your head, his form too tall to go any lower. You felt your nerves ignite, and even worse, the feeling deep in your belly spread farther than it should have.
Still, you felt calm and cozy with Jack snuggled up behind you. Your bodies being pressed together soothed you, and you felt okay. It was almost like you weren't missing. It was almost like you could forget you were very far from home. If you closed your eyes and pretended really hard, it was almost like you were happy.
. . .
You woke up to a bright light passing just over your head, shadowed by the obstacle that is Jack's skull. You forgot that you'd fallen asleep next to him, but it had been worth it; there were no knots in your back or cricks in your neck. You felt well-rested for once.
You were also extremely comfortable. Your limbs were entangled in his, your bodies facing each other while his right palm was pressed firmly against your back. You weren't afraid. If anything, you welcomed his touch. You almost yearned for it. You almost…
Jack stirred and you tried to detangle your bodies, but he pulled you closer. You ceased your actions, looking up at his face. His lids, uncharacteristic of a skeleton, were closed and he looked peaceful. You stared at him for a while longer, taking into account how not monstrous he seemed.
Suddenly, you were staring into two black pits; he'd woken, and found him staring at him. You looked away, your face becoming hot. Quickly, you became aware of exactly what parts of you he was touching: his hand was firmly pressed to your lower back, his thumb grazing the dip in your waist; His pelvic bones were pressing against yours, flesh cushioning them; your chest was pressed to his ribcage; your legs were wrapped around his, his knee resting at the juncture between them. Your body began to burn in embarrassment, but you didn't want to move.
He blinked, and then a smile spread across his face. You felt his bones shake in a soft chuckle, and you were getting more and more self-conscious. You felt the need to apologize, but before the words could even form on your tongue, Jack interrupted you.
"Good morning. Did you sleep well?"
His voice was deeper than usual, thick from lack of use and sleep. His heart rate was steady, despite the position you both were in. There was no doubt that he could feel your thumping pulse from your closeness, but you tried to ignore it. You mumbled out a reply, and he hummed in response. Was he still tired? Did he want to sleep in?
He took a large breath and moved back a smidge, giving you more room to breath. You were grateful, but somewhere inside you, you still wanted him close. You moved forward half the distance, taking a chance.
He adjusted himself so that your faces were at the same height- it was easier to talk to you this way. He stared at you for another long moment, and this time, you were the one that spoke up.
"Why did you hold me like that? When the Doctor came, I mean."
Your pulse quickened once more, nervousness setting in. Your anxiety always got the best of you in situations like these, but you wanted answers. You needed to know. The question had been burning at you for a while.
"I don't know."
You hadn't expected that. You'd expected him to make an excuse about his infatuation with humans, or maybe for him to admit some sort of feelings between the two of you. He never elaborated. Just- he doesn’t know why. You had to accept that answer.
"Why did you let me?"
His question caught you off guard. Why had you let him touch you so gently? Why did you let him get close to you now? Why did you yearn for his touch? Why were you even answering questions like these?
"I… liked it. I like when you touch me. I miss being touched."
You swallowed, biting your lip. You repressed a chill as Jack's hand, previously pressed against your back, caressed it's way around to your side, a small squeeze at the curve of your hip letting you know his intent was not malicious. Your back instinctively arched, your body moving forward into the sharp curve of his pelvic bone. You muffled a noise that threatened to come from you, and Jack’s body stiffened. There was no use in hiding the thing that was going on between your two bodies.
But you could try to ignore it.
Still, you couldn't bring yourself to do so- you wanted to lean in to the feeling, to let it build, and then to satiate it. You wanted it, even though it was extremely selfish. You wanted to be able to trust him at your most vulnerable state. You wanted him to protect you from the other monsters that he governed. You wanted to be safe and loved. You wanted a family. You wanted… home.
You'd hesitated long enough that Jack moved again, his other hand finding it's way to your hair, running his bony fingers through the strands. It felt nice, and you leaned your head into the touch. He took the hand on your hip and inched it upward, caressing the sensitive dip that is your waist, and moving up even more to feel your ribs. The bones protruded slightly, hard and strong under your skin, and Jack's fingers tickled against them.
You let your body turn into putty in his touch, slowly losing control of your higher thought. You reached your hand up to rest against the side of his skull, and he exhaled in a single burst of hot air. The noise and feel of his breath made you shudder, and his knee came up in between your legs, just to pull you closer; his kneecap pressed a pointed pressure at the place where your legs met, and a jolt ran up through the entirety of your body. He didn't know what he did, but you were slowly coming apart, and something about the way you looked fighting for bodily calm sparked a distant instinct inside him. He thought he may have hurt you, but somewhere a thought in his mind pushed him to curl into you, pulling you close and pushing his body into yours.
This time his femur brushed against your overly-sensitive juncture, the spark within your belly growing. Your body was heating up, your own willpower not enough to allow you to hold back. The running of his fingers through your hair, the sweet touch against your ribs, the friction between your legs- you involuntarily moved to make more friction, your hands now holding his shoulders and squeezing hard to keep yourself from making any unnecessary noises. You opened your mouth, exhaling a heated breath, and Jack mirrored you, releasing his pent up emotion. He didn't quite understand what was making you feel so good, but he knew that it was something he was doing, so he didn't want to stop. He wanted to redeem himself, he wanted to take away all the fear, all the uncertainty, all the negative emotions he'd made you feel by bringing you here.
So he kept going.
You pulled yourself close enough to him now that there were no gaps between your bodies. He leaned forward to rest his forehead against yours, your mouths inches from one another. The stimulation made your lips quiver, and you were holding everything back by what felt like a broken piece of string- more friction, more closeness, more of whatever it was that was happening, and you were over.
You almost yelped out, almost, but suddenly your mouth was pressed against Jack's, keeping you from exhaling any further. Suddenly your nerves were set on fire, but you were sedated by the feeling you were getting from your mind. He pressed his body into yours, and you were overwhelmingly warm. You moved your lips and he moved his, and soon your hand was behind his head, guiding it into a tilt. Your mouths interlocked, your lips pressed against his until a tongue swiped over them. You barely parted your lips, catching a breath, and again Jack’s mouth found yours. He held you close, pulling his legs from where they rested with yours. He untangled himself from you as you kissed, his arms still keeping you close to him. Your hands made their way to his chest, the bones and his sternum pressing through the pajama fabric.
One last kiss, and you pushed him away gently. He obeyed, opening his eyes to stare at you. He’d just kissed you. Hell, you two might as well have been making out.
He stilled. Stiff, his brain started to think so many different things. He’d never kissed someone like that- had she come onto me?, he asked himself, unsure at what started which thing. Quickly, that burning sensation within his own core shrunk, until it was barely even noticeable.
You balled your open palm into a fist, resting your hand like that on Jack. You shimmied away slightly, putting some space in between your faces.
“I have to use the bathroom.”
Right, he thought, humans need to get rid of waste.
As fast as you had gotten yourself into that situation did you get yourself out of it. Jack fought his way to stand against the sleep that plagued his limbs, and after him you did the same. You relieved yourself in a makeshift toilet that Jack had gotten put together for you, sitting appropriately near the tub. He left you alone on the floor while you did so, having gone downstairs to make breakfast for the two of you.
Alone, you felt ashamed. You’d just kissed a skeleton. A monster. The same exact one that had kidnapped you and chained you up. You frowned, wiping your lips hard with your arm.
Your first fucking kiss was a monster.
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The Student Council President is WHAT?!
by godharuhi
212k 43ch [Bakugo x reader]
Summary: You are an energetic girl who loves lending a helping hand and everyone in UA respects you as their student council president. You meet Bakugo at school and somehow end up becoming friends with the Bakusquad. For some reason, Bakugo seems to like teasing you and always picks on you to make you bicker with him…until both of you realise maybe it’s starting to look more like flirting… And, I mean, Bakugo is hot and you have a huge crush on him that just doesn’t want to go away…so the question is: does the most unapproachable, explosive and emotionally stunted jerk in the whole of UA actually reciprocate?
Frankie’s comment: So this is a Bakugo x reader, Imma be honest here, it was a fist for me but I’m gonna say it’s not a single drop less worth a bkdk! The protagonist is a she and the pov swaps between hers (yours) and Bakugo’s in a very smooth way. The story is complete and actually very quite with not much angst at all, it’s all very lighthearted yet they fall in love which is something both of them thought would never happen. It’s all very cute and realistic too. At fist I thought the author was gonna keep it PG cuz of the rating, but than around ch30 it became M for sure (the author says it themself that they just didn’t want to change the rating mid-story). So yeah I feel like the story is totally and fully complete! It’s so satisfying😍
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tune to my heart - kyoka jirou
in which kyoka's girlfriend needs a tuner for her guitar
warnings: none
A soft knock came from Kyoka's door, a rhythmic tapping with a special meaning. With a smile Kyoka shouted towards the door. "It's open."
The door opened with a slight creak, revealing the face of Kyoka's girlfriend, Y/n. The girl smiled as she quietly closed the door. Crossing the room she sat down on the electric piano bench across from her girlfriend. In her hands was a f/c electric guitar with a painted design on the back.
"I hope you're not too busy."
Kyoka set down the pair of drumsticks in her hands. "No no it's fine. I was just working on some new rhythms."
"Ooh, that sounds fun. Anything specific?"
Kyoka shook her head, her earphone jacks swaying with her head movement. "Is there anything you needed or did you just come to see me?" Kyoka gave a smile to her girlfriend.
Y/n covered her mouth and chuckled. "Yes and yes." She gestured to the guitar in her hands. "I was trying to play something new but I think my guitar is out of tune and I was wondering if I could borrow your tuner?"
Kyoka nodded. Stepping up from her seat she walked to a shelf full of musical equipment and pulled out a guitar tuner.
"Oh you are so amazing. Thanks babe!" Y/n jumped up and kissed her girlfriend on the cheek. After a moment of fiddling with her guitar's strings and plucking random notes she handed the purple tuner back to Kyoka.
Pulling a plectrum, Y/n began to strum a few notes. The smile on her face grew before she began to move her fingers with delicate expertise all while strumming the pic against the strings.
With a flourishing bow, Y/n grinned at her girlfriend. "Thanks babe!" She set her guitar on Kyoka's bed and Tackled her girlfriend into a hug. Kyoka smiled, wrapping her arms around her girlfriend.
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Dark! Aemondx reader
Five elements part 2♡
Warnings: Not so feministic Aemond, abuse on the half blinded (Aemond) smut and kinks definitely some praise kink mc, they all need therapy, spankings and implied martial abuse. Non con kissing and willingly for other things. Incest as Aemond is sorttaa related to baratheon (is he? *music stops*) and incest and also dirty daydreaming and fantasying .
Taglist: @iiamthehybrid @winxschester
Concept: Aemond comes wife hopping at Storm's end and you and your sisters are first getting tasted before he makes his choice. Very sub mc and dom aemond but also aemond with her sister's and mc watching.
Robert: I hate all Targaryens
Aemond:
Robert; he's cool tho
There is a brief moment before panic erupts under all of you. Your mother comes over as well, horror written across her face. 'Prince Aemond, I must insist that you behave yourself under our roof. These are my daughters, and your future wife is among them. You will not taste them, and you will most certainly not question their innocence.' Your mother wants to do even more like smack his head against a wall and yell at the prince, but your father calls her back, horrified and embarrassed.
You realize your mother is about to be punished. He has not done that in years. The last time was during a supper. He grabbed and dragged her away to their bedchamber. You heard about what husbands do with their wives when they are disobedient. 'Elenda, get here.' He does not even yell. Your mother freezes up at his strict voice.
Aemond's lips smack, in amusement and cruel sadism. He is like a little boy who gets told by his father that he is right to bully his siblings. 'Seems like you got yourself into some trouble, my lady.' He mocks her openly. 'Do not worry about your girls. They are in good hands. ' He says with a cold smirk. Your father drags your mother away.
The prince walks over to the throne not long before sitting down on it. One of the guards, you know him as Edan Stone, is brave enough to confront him. ‘My prince, that seat is not yours.’
The only sound the Targaryen prince makes is a soft chuckle. ‘You must not be aware of how politics work. Well, what do I expect from a mere soldier? You never had a proper education. You would not dare even question my motives if you did.’’ His voice is much sharper and becomes louder with every passing word. Ellyn reaches for your hand, squeezing it tightly when softly muttering that she would like to go to her rooms again. You agree. Everything is better than enduring this. 'now leave us all.' The guards leave the room.
The prince cocks his head at her, noticing her tears and her trembling hands. He has the smile of a wolf who sees a deliciously easy lamb to rip apart. ‘You, get here.’ He is not just calling her over, he is commanding her. Maris shakes her head at Ellyn but Ellyn does not have her courage. She slowly makes her way to Aemond.
You can see the jealousy in Floris’s eyes grow, just as her smirk as she thinks of a clever little plot. You and Maris share a glance and seem to think the same. ‘Princess Rhaenyra was allowed to sit in that chair, when she had her suitors come over. I am sure that father would not mind sharing his seat with his future son in law.’ Floris speaks, quickly interrupting Aemond and trying to steal away the attention from her sister. Aemond sinks back in the chair, resting his arms on the armrests. He forces his head against the back of the chair and gestures for Ellyn to come closer.
She hesitates. He chuckles before getting up. ‘I do not think I have ever been denied before by any woman.’ He ignores Floris and by his smirk you can tell its on purpose. He grabs Ellyn by her waist, ignoring her protests and whimpers when he is a bit too rough. He forces her head closer to his own and kisses her on her lips. She tries to break free desperately as if she is a bird in the mouth of a cat. You watch, frozen when your sisters are fed up with Aemond. Ellyn catches her breath and he uses that opportunity to force his tongue in her mouth. He grabs her chin and holds her during the kiss, so she has no chance of escaping.
Once he is finished, he drops her as if she is nothing, moving on to his next target. It is quite amusing watching him count you and your sister and realizing that one is missing. It is even more amusing when he realizes someone has snuck behind him, and you are laughing when Maris smacks him across his arrogant face, leaving a good red mark.
Ellyn uses this to escape and rushes to your side across the room, before crying out in your arms. She probably imagined her first kiss differently.
Cass takes the pitcher from the servant and fills her cup before raising it to Maris. Floris looks horrified and tries to earn his love by rushing to his side and offering her help and support. You are the only one staying far away. ‘Get off of me, wench.’ He groans at Floris as she touches his face. She obeys him, shocked that she is for once not the thing everyone wants.
‘You,’ he sounds even more hateful than before. Maris makes a curtsy and lowers her eyes but they are twinkling with mischief. You release a laugh. The prince’s head briefly snaps towards you before glaring at you. You stop laughing. Cass stops drinking and watches the exchange between the two of them, worried.
Maris and your sisters enjoy this victory and his shame and humiliation of being beaten by a girl for a brief moment. Then, you all regret it. He grabs Maris by her throat, squeezing it so harshly you can see his fingerprints on it. He grins, laughing as if he has gone insane. ‘Apparently you are a bit jealous. Do not worry, you are next.’ He groans in her face, dragging her to the throne.
‘You are an insolent stupid, ignorant, dumb little-’ He scolds when sitting down and taking her on his lap. You never saw anything like that before and have trouble looking away. You watch as his hands go over her neck, to her back, and to her behind...
Ellyn clutches to Cass’s side. ‘What will he do with her? We need to get father. He will stop this madness.’ You doubt it.
You hear Maris cry out and realise that Aemond has hit her. 'You can't hit a lady!' Your sister Cass roars angry. 'You are a despicable little beast.'
The prince scoffs unbothered and even smiles when Maris whimpers terrified of him. 'But I can spank her. This is nothing unusual for a wife and her husband.' You know what that word means from a few books Cassandra reads sometimes and watch as your sister lies over his legs getting punished by the prince. She keeps quiet mostly and he hates it. He does everything in his power to make her scream, cry or to even beg him.
The way he hits her looks so painful. You can almost feel his hands on your flesh hitting you. You see her ashamed cheeks turn red and watch as she tries to fight but eventually accepts her punishment. Aemond has not stripped her, as he is not her lord husband yet. He has no right, yet.
When Maris is properly tamed and done for She is lifted. He grabs her by her throat as a warning and feels her breasts with his hands. You watch fascinated and worried as he smashes his lips on her own kissing her. Maris moans and feels his knees where she was laying moments earlier. You feel a strange thirst. You feel yourself become breathless.
The prince sends her away.
'Anyone else who needs to be taught a lesson?' He eyes you and your sisters, eager to punish whoever might defy.
You bite your lip and raise your chin; making direct eye contact with the prince. He grins and raises a brow at you before patting his knee, inviting you over. You quickly blush and back away, hiding from him. He chuckles.
You quickly glance back at your feet. That was poor timing on your behalf. You scold yourself in your head. Your other sister, meanwhile, sits the throne. Floris slowly takes off her dress, revealing her breasts. Aemond seems interested and comes over. He grabs her and forces her to stand. She kisses him desperate like lovers do.
Floris subtly drops her gown a bit, showing more of her breasts. Aemond grins before touching her nippels and biting her neck as if he is an animal. You watch as the two of them kiss each other passionately. Aemond slams her against the throne and spreads her legs...
Your mouth turns dry as his hands vanish under her skirts touching her. She lets out cries of pleasure. You wonder how he is touching her. How is making her feel that good. If he can make you, feel that good.
Someone squeezes you, and you are startled. Cass glares at you. 'Bentha,' She whispers furiously. 'You are watching.'
Your voice cracks and you are in need of a drink.
'I never saw any man-' you try to defend yourself.
Cass sighs. 'I will get you a man, but not him. He will destroy you.' You hear a voice whisper that no man will do that with you what he does.
Floris cries out, and you watch her closely studying her. 'What is happening to her?' Ellyn asks, worried for Floris's safety.
'She has just finished.' Maris responds drly. Ellyn blinks.
Ellyn blushes, hoping she midunderstands it all. 'With what exactly?' You all groan.
The prince sighs and grins as Floris puts her dress back on. He walks back to you all. You watch as he dryly wipes off his fingers on a towel. 'You girls are tameable, it seems.' He makes you all sound like disobedient women.
He counts you all again shoving some of you aside. 'I already kissed you, you and now you...'
You and Cass remain.
'Leaving you two.' He says joyfully. Cassandra sighs before accepting that she is next. She grabs his face gently and kisses his lips before he can even understand what is happening. She also uses her tongue like he did on Ellyn. She grins when he is absolutely shocked and wordless by her bold display.
'That was everyone.' She joyfully says. 'You did it.' She is saving you from him.
Aemond seems that confused that he does not realise that mistake.
'No; Bentha remains.' Floris suddenly rings out joining you.
You feel yourself shake. You gulp.
The prince grabs you by your hips dragging you closer to him. You feel his hot breath on your lips and feel yourself fall. 'You're mine, little stag.'
You gulp. 'Let her be, Aemond. She is the youngest. She has no interest in you.' Maris tries to intervene. It's useless.
Floris growls. 'It's a kiss.' Aemond brings you back to the throne.
You are pushed on his lap, forced to sit. You feel his warmth and sweat unintended. You never were so close to any man.
'I am not sure that is entirely true.' He says once you are sitting. You feel him touch your legs gently. You think of him parting them and feeling you like he did with Floris. What is wrong with you? He hurt your servants.
'Shall we kiss?'
'I want to have a chat with you first.' He saw you. He saw you watch. You blush. 'Yes, I saw you peek when I finished your little sister off. When she came on my lap. I also saw you gawk when I spanked your sister and forced my tongue in your other sister's throat.' He describes it.
'I was worried for their safety-' he laughs.
'I gave all your siblings a little lesson. Ellyn learned how to kiss, Maris learned the value of spankings, Floris learned how to come, and Cassandra learned how to seduce. What do you hope I teach you, little stag?' You are surprised that he even knows your names and who is who. Some servants take years.
He kisses your neck, and you gasp.
'They didn't like their lessons.' You say nervously.
'You are different. I bet you'd be the most wonderful student. So obedient to please your teacher.' Your body reacts so unpleasantly. You are wet.
'I need-' you need to get away from him. Now.
He grins. 'No, little stag. I am not quite finished.'
'Please-' you beg getting up.
'No, I said.' He says strictly and gives you a light smack on your behind. It is not enough force but it turns you on so quickly. You moan even. You blush mortified and ashamed. You definitely liked that. Wether you knew it prior or not. You whimper. You hear him chuckle. 'I will teach you.'
'I will teach you what it means to be a woman.' You watch in horror as he shoves a small silver ring around your finger before grabbing you and throwing you over his shoulder. 'Tell Lord Borros I claimed his youngest.' He tells the other girls before carrying you off. 'O, and don't come knocking any time soon.'
/a/n
IF THE DRAGON IS ROCKING DONT COME KNOCKING.
#house of the dragon#aemond targaryen#dark aemond targaryen#house of the dragon fanfiction#dark aemond targaryen x oc#dark aemond targaryen x reader#dark!#head the warnings#dubcon#possible triggering content#She/her reader#AFAB Reader#DarkFantasy#Possible noncon#Possible gore#Old work
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Okay kinda suggestive but funny idea I had.
Moon’s virus is only really active at night since it only affects him in security mode, and he’s been crushing really hard on you since you’re the nap time assistant as well. You have to stay late for whatever reason and end up getting chased down near the end of his security shift. It’s only got less than a minute left but he tackles you, and but you don’t think he’d hurt you, you’re just kind of scared since he seems distressed in comparison to how you normally see him. He’s about to drag you off to ‘put you to sleep’ but then his security shift runs out.
He looks down, blinking, confused, and sees you caged under him, looking directly up at him like you’re expecting something to happen(but happy to see him….so he didn’t hurt you…Weird…) then something clicks in his head and he lifts himself off of you all awkwardly and tugs at his collar, mumbling an apology.
You say something along the lines of ‘Are we ending the game there?’ Thinking he just had a really weird moment of aggression during a game since you’ve probably played plenty.
Then the casualness confuses him for a second, his eyes widen, and he looks at you thinking ‘Game? We were playing a game? What kind of game ends like that?’ Then it clicks in his head again and he thinks ‘WERE WE GOING TO KISS OH FIDDLE STICKS I RUINED IT wait no I’d want to be conscious for our first kiss WHAT IF I RUINED IT AND SHE DOESN’T WANT TO DO IT AGAIN?! ….WHAT IF WE DID AND I MISSED IT?!’
And meanwhile you’re standing there watching him buffer
The mental image of Moon saying "Oh fiddlesticks" is hilarious.
#ask#long ask#fem reader#she/her reader#i assume since fem pronouns were used#moondrop#scenario#light angst#cute#fluff#sfw#silly#not a request#sujithe2dwaifu
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DRIVING HIM HOME WHEN HE’S A BIT DRUNK
he’s tipsy so you take the wheel.
“don’t you crash my car, marines” x
“i most likely will so i can’t promise you otherwise.”
playlist linked!
model: francisco “chico” lachowski
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Show me the way home, honey | A Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw Dabble
Words: 585
Summary: It's christmas once more, one more christmas without Bradley, Y/N ponders on the one fateful christmas eve night where Bradley Bradshaw said the words that changed her life forever.
(Tags: @callmemana, @notyoursbutlewis, @bayisdying)
“You can cry,” Maverick muttered, his hands finding a way over the guardrailing around the patio that stood outback of The Hard Deck, “I don’t feel like crying,” She looked over at Bradley’s old friend, his only family member that still stood.
But where was Bradley? Her mind could escape to every thought that could hide the reality that came to truth, the truth that made her scream so loud that her voice shattered that one fateful night. Her hands were rough without his shallow touch, the light playful squeezes he would do with a snarky grin on his lips. She could see it everywhere she went.
A like snowfall was falling onto the freezing sand, truly a rare sight, to Y/N it looked like ashes, ashes of a lost one trying to cross the oceans to find the one he lost. She remembered the night where he walked into her room, face covered with flour and hands filled with callsign themed sugar cookies. The way he looked at her, the way he somehow looked so beautiful underneath that mess of flour and raw dough.
She would scream, she would cry, she would fall to pieces right there if it wasn’t for the bar goers and Maverick standing beside her mere-feet away, “We both know this was at risk,” Maverick tried to make everything seem like it was reason, there was a reason he faded away from her fragile, cracking, glass fingertips.
“Why did they make him team leader?” That question rang in her head the moment she got the call.
‘Bradley’s Dead’ Maverick’s voice bellowed through the speaker of her 3 year-old phone, her voice shattering into bits, she could tell from Maverick’s voice he wasn’t lying, teasing, she had to grasp onto something that gave her false hope.
She couldn’t live without the man that cured her heart, the man that stood on her doorstep that one christmas eve, the bright colorful lights that decorated her house made his face light up. The scars on his face were highlighted through the shadows, the same ones he got in that car accident, he was trying to see her, to talk to her before he left.
“I wanted to apologize.”
She wanted to slam the door on his pretty face, to forget that he was standing tense, the hand holding her favorite flower shaking with fear of what she might say, “About what Bradley?” She was thankful she stayed, she spoke to him.
“About leaving you back there, I should’ve been near you more,” He was coming to say sorry for leaving her at a park, the same park where they both were supposed to ice skate together that winter, he didn’t show up and it letting her mind race with time, letting her breath shake with might.
“I don’t think a simple apology will fix that, Bradshaw,” She breathed out, watching her breath come out like smoke.
“Then what will?”
“You coming inside,” She spilled out the words she wanted to say when she opened the door and stumbled upon him, she wanted to take the welting flowers in his hand and throw them up in the air to cherish where he stood, to remember the look on his face when she said it.
They both stood there for awhile, before he spilled out the words she wished she could’ve heard from his mouth once more.
“Then show me the way home, honey.”
#bradley rooster bradshaw#bradley bradshaw x y/n#tgm#pete maverick mitchell#y/n reader#she/her reader#Kloofwriting#top gun#top gun maverick#top gun rooster#angst#a lot of angst#this was supposed to be wholesome#yeah that didn't happen
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listen there really was just something about how in the book, snow’s 3-page descent from hesitant lover boy to deluded psychopath happens entirely in his mind. lucy gray gives him no indication whatsoever that she suspects him, that she’s going to leave or betray him. he’s just sitting quietly in the cabin waiting for her to return when that seed of calculated suspicion, which he has needed to survive the capitol, takes a hold of him and chokes the life out of any goodness left inside him. it really drives home your terror as a reader that “oh my god did he kill her? did she escape? what happened to her? why would he even think that?” in a way that when the movie had to adjust for visualization it lost some of that holy shit this guy has lost it emphasis.
#seeing some discourse and im not saying lucy grey didnt know#im saying she never dropped the kind of hints that she knew like she did in the movie#or if she did snow isnt worried about them until he very suddenly is consumed by them#snow is not concerned about whether or not she believed him. of course she did! hes snow!#but then shes gone…. for a while……#and its the sudden immediate drastic unravelling that comes across so clearly in the book#that i knew wouldn’t translate to screen yet still cant help but miss#the hunger games#coriolanus snow#tbosas#lucy gray baird#not a crime or anything just a note that i cannot stop thinking about#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#this is all from memory of reading it quite a while ago. so maybe 3 pages is an exaggeration#but i remember it happening VERY quickly and without much external cause#like we as the reader have no indication as to whether shes nearby or not.#snow has no idea either. he just SUSPECTS. and his suspicion breeds the hatred that has been bubbling inside him all this time#he hates how she undoes him. he hates that he WOULD run away with her if shed let him keep his secrets#and he HATES more than anything that she makes him WANT to tell his secrets#he wants to be vulnerable and reveal the ugly nasty parts about himself and still be loved#but he does not let himself and it is everyone’s downfall#he chooses cruelty bc it is easy and familiar and makes him feel more powerful than the vulnerable give and take that real love requires
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Simon has always been confused on why you gift him toys. Sure, most of the gifts you gave him were some of the things he liked. Bourbon, masks, gloves, make up for him to smudge his eyes with, some daggers and knives. Things that we're useful for him, just him. But later, you gifted him a toy airplane. He makes a comment about it, saying he is not a child anymore and you were better off giving it to Johnny instead.
"No, this is specifically for you, take it."
When he gets to him room, he walks toward his trash can, opening it with the tip of his boot. He gives one more look at the toy, his mood souring before throwing it into the trash. He goes on about his day, training, signing paper work, drills. Doing anything to ignore the pain stinging memories that the toy brought back. Emotions that were buried thousands of feet deep it could reach hell itself. Later, he lies awake in bed, staring at the ceiling, avoiding looking at the cylinder shape that's calling for him in his peripheral.
Fuck.
He pulls the covers off vigorously and stomps over to the trash can. He is standing over it like he's trying to intimidate it, as if it was an enemy he's trying to get rid of in battle. To anyone else, the scene would look comical.
He sighs to himself and reaches down to take out the toy he so cruelly threw away. He sets it on his desk and quickly walks toward his bed, facing away from his desk.
The next day, he wakes up feeling different. He swears he sees his room more vibrant, more lively. That energy follows him through out the day, having his other teammates notice his rather bright mood.
You catch him in the hallway. Pulling him aside to ask him about the paper work you left at his desk this morning. Of course, he notices the way you smile brightly, more so than usual. But he notices that you're not looking at him. More like looking at something next to him.
"What's got you so cheery?"
You turn to look up at him, feeling a bit embarrassed.
"I just..." You take a quick glance at the spot next to him, before bringing your eyes back upon his.
"I just hope you liked your gift." The same bright smile appearing on your face.
He stares at you, examining your words. Your expression.
You think you see his eyes crinkle a bit.
"Yea,"
"I liked it."
#call of duty#cod#simon ghost riley#simon riley#ghost#simon riley x reader#medium!reader#Joseph really liked his toy airplane#Honestly this was her way of giving his nephew toys without her bring up that she sees dead people#she can't be like “Ghost let me gift Joseph something”#he would be like “How the fawk you know who that is??”#sorry for errors its so late#but yea ill have more soon#I just cant figure out how to traumatize Gaz and Soap#Only Ghost and Price#love to see the old men suffer#ghost simon riley#ghost x reader
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