#these kind of themes rub my brain in a good way
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both POVs on ao3
Eddie comes to a skidded stop outside the sailor themed ice cream shop. His Sam Goody bag slams into his shin from the sudden movement.
“Ow, shit.” He winces but tries to ignore the pointed pain from the corner of one of his brand new tapes poking his leg, and stares ahead at what he imagines must be an illusion.
Steve The Hair Harrington has his arm deep into some chocolate looking concoction, and suddenly Eddie wants to taste it. He’s not even much of an ice cream guy but this he cannot pass up.
Like a siren’s song, the little polyester shorts the sailor man is wearing calls to Eddie. He wonders if he could slide both of his hands up through the bottom of the legs.
Eddie steps into the bright lights and his ears fill with some ridiculous theme music. He wonders if Steve has ever tried to disembowel the sound system. Eddie would help him if he wanted assistance.
“Ahoy there!”
Eddie stands back watching Steve interact with a group of old classmates. He recognizes the young women from a couple of his classes last semester. Steve’s clearly flirting with them and missing by a mile.
Eddie hates to admit, even to himself, watching Steve fumble brings a smidge of joy to his heart. He may not be delusional and think that means he has a chance with Steve, but it does give him some kind of weird twinkle of hope anyway.
Right after the gaggle of women walk away, Eddie sees Steve lower his head and bang it gently on the countertop causing his adorable little hat to slip from his head.
“Buck up sailor boy,” Eddie grabs Steve’s hat and spins it around his finger.
Steve jolts and stands up, gawking at Eddie. “Munson? What are you…that’s my hat.” Steve snatches the regulated uniform accessory from Eddie’s finger and clutches it in his hand.
Eddie lets his eyes drag down the part of Steve’s body not hidden by the countertop, before flicking back to Steve’s face.
“Love the outfit, by the way. Really finishes off the whole ambiance.” Eddie wiggles his fingers around the space emphasizing the environment.
“I know it’s ridiculous, dude. You don’t have to rub it in.” Steve puts his hand on his hip and cocks his weight onto the opposite foot.
“Oh no, you misconstrue, my good man.” Eddie leans further into his hands coming closer to Steve’s face. “If I’m rubbing anything, it wouldn’t be your uniform.”
Eddie enjoys watching a beautiful blush rush up Steve’s neck onto his cheeks, before he diverts his attention onto the display case of flavors, giving Steve a moment to collect himself.
“What do you recommend?” Eddie runs his fingertip lazily across the glass.
“Um…” Steve takes a quick breath before putting on his customer service smile. “The USS Butterscotch is a favorite or the cherry’s jubilee. What do you usually get when you eat ice cream?”
“Wanna know a secret?” Eddie playfully whispers while leaning over the case.
“Um, ok.” Steve leans in closer.
“I’m more of a salty treat kinda man,” he winks, surprising himself with the weird level of confidence he’s slipped into.
Steve furrows his brows before leaning away and nervously scratching the back of his neck. He tries to chuckle in response as if understanding what Eddie’s implying but Eddie can tell Steve has no idea what he’s talking about.
“Well, then maybe-um-a parfait? Peanut butter? Or nuts…something with nuts?”
Eddie bites on his bottom lip trying to stifle a childish giggle keeping his eyes on the naive, adorable, sailor man. When Steve’s words finally register in his brain he awkwardly swallows hard, and shuffles on his feet trying to busy himself with something behind the counter.
“I could go for some nuts.” Eddie leans on his arms over the case. “What kinda nuts do you have, Stevie?”
“Um, just- y’know- normal ones. What kind do you like?” Eddie tracks the slow swipe of Steve’s tongue across his bottom lip.
Eddie lowers his voice before responding. “I’m sure I’d like anything you give me, captain.”
“Jesus,” Steve quietly huffs. “Uh, how about our peanut butter brickle topped with our candied almonds?”
Eddie keeps his eyes on Steve tracking his awkward movements behind the counter. Steve spins his scooper mindlessly in his palm, trying to channel his nervous energy.
“Sounds delicious. I’ll have one of those. Is there a show or anything I get with my treat?”
“A show?” Steve asks while grabbing a parfait cup from the stack on the countertop.
“Was just curious if there’s some kind of song or dance you have to perform in this adorable little outfit. Y’know, like that one restaurant in Chicago, Ed Debevic’s?”
Steve scrunches his nose and slides open the glass case. “I don’t know what that is.”
“Really? It’s this 50’s diner place where the staff are dicks. Nothing? Really?”
Steve shakes his head while reaching his arm deep into the ice cream tub. Eddie lowers his face to watch Steve through the glass. He wonders how sticky Steve is at the end of a shift.
“Is there a shower back there?”
“What?”
"In the back. Was just curious if you go home sticky or not."
"Um...no, I mean yes I'm generally pretty sticky at the end of my shift, but there's no shower...in the back. There's not really anything back there. Only a table and some safety posters, a white board that Robin shames me with." He trails off and Eddie wishes he could see this white board.
"Shames you? Robin...?" He has a hunch but isn't sure.
"Buckley? From school."
"Yeaaahhh, that's what I thought. Good for her." He means it.
Steve scrunches his face while finishing off the disgustingly sweet display of tasty deliciousness.
“Anything else I can get for you?” Steve gives Eddie his best customer service smile while setting the ice cream on top of the case.
A wicked grin spreads across Eddie’s face. “Naw I’m good. Unless… there’s something available that’s not on the menu.”
Eddie knows Steve is naive. Has never once picked up on his blatant flirting over the years, or at least doesn’t let it rattle him. But this utter display of fantasy is rotting away at Eddie’s resolve, and he’s seconds away from asking to suck on Steve’s sticky fingers.
He leans in front of the register and looks up at Steve through his eyelashes.
Pretty pretty boy.
“Um,” Steve looks around the empty restaurant, and then glances at something over Eddie’s head before turning his attention back. “Y-yeah, there is actually.”
Eddie thinks maybe he’s about to choke on his tongue as he attempts to swallow, waiting for Steve to continue.
“It’s in the back. Um, in the-in the break room. Wanna see it? Maybe?”
The fluorescent lighting above makes the beautiful shade of pink Steve’s cheeks are, into a warm glow. Eddie thinks he might be hearing angels sing or maybe it’s the dumb sailor music, but whatever it is it’s definitely music to his ears.
“Yeeaaah, definitely need to see it. Maybe wanna taste it even.”
Steve’s mouth is parted prettily, making Eddie wonder if his own tongue could slide between them easily.
Steve nods and bites down on his bottom lip, while motioning Eddie to follow around the opening of the countertop.
“Cool, very cool.” Steve walks backwards keeping his eyes on Eddie.
When Eddie steps behind the counter, taking in the entire outfit, he can’t control the subtle groan that emanates from his chest.
He’s gonna fuck this sailor silly.
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They reappear 17 min later to a puddle of melted peanut butter brickle, an annoyed Erica Sinclair, and a better understanding of Eddie’s love of nuts.
Steve’s POV now both POVs on ao3
coffee? ☕️🍩💕
#eluding to a bj#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie ficlet#steve x eddie#steddiecameraroll posts#my writing
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im feeding yall so good rn PUTTIN IN THE WORK
pairing: dilf!jake sully x fem!na'vi!reader
genre: smut, 18+
warnings: virginity loss bc im nasty, p in v, a lot of dirty talk, hand job, oral (m recieving), EXPLICIT AND MATURE THEMES, daddy kink hihiihih, a lot of depictions, tsaheylu.
notes: couldn't get over my dilf!Jake brain rot so here we are. Daddy Jake walking his innocent, virgin mate through sex
Word count: ab 800!!
Jake carefully guided you to sit in front of him, between his brawny thighs. It was your first time, and he was gonna make sure to teach you everything he knew. “There you go” your gaze followed his big hands as he lazily undid his, seemingly tight, loincloth. You looked up at him with your pretty doe eyes, looking like a deer in headlights.
“It’s okay, baby. We’ll take it nice and slow, yeah?” You nodded, hesitantly placing your soft hands on his thighs. His cock was rock hard, and huge. Being as inexperienced as you were, your mind raced to try and understand how it would fit.
Jake couldn’t handle the innocent, confused look on your face, only fueling his lust for you. He palmed his growing erection, quickly catching your scattered attention. Your hands nervously reached out to him, gently grabbing his hard length. A dry chuckle erupted from deep in his chest as your soft palms started working up and down his shaft, and with some guidance from the older male, you soon got the hang of it.
“Wanna try using your mouth, hm?” His raspy voice sent a shiver up your spine, heat pooling between your soft thighs. You nodded slowly, letting him guide his fat tip to rest against your plush lips. Jake groaned loudly as your wet, hot mouth enveloped his aching cock, resting his large hands on your head.
“That’s right… such a good girl..hmn- takin' daddy’s cock like this.” You felt around for something to grab, something to hold on to as Jake’s bulbous tip abused the back of your tight throat. His gentle hums and moans of approval reached your ears as you gagged on his girth, not yet managing to fit the whole thing in your mouth. “Atta girl..” His lidded eyes scanned your face, relishing in the fact that you struggled to take all of him. You were drooling, eyes fighting the hot tears threatening to spill over.
Jake pulled out with a grunt, not wanting his release to go to waste. The rough of his palm caressed your jaw, gently grabbing it to shift your gaze to him. “Y’ready?” You answered with a simple yes.
His golden eyes searched for any kind of uncertainty in yours, and when he came out empty handed, he laid you down on your back. “Daddy’s gonna teach you everything he knows, would you like that, sweetheart?” you nodded meekly, feeling his digits run over your soaked folds. A quiet moan escaped you as Jake lightly rubbed your clit. Though he had taken his sweet time preparing you earlier, edging you and making you cum so many times that you lost count, your cunt was still begging for another release.
“Still so wet. You filthy girl.” he cooed, teasingly running his tip through your folds. With a deep, satisfied sigh, he finally sunk into you, reveling in the way your velvet walls sucked him in. Your cunt was drenched in arousal, making it easy for him to enter you in one swift motion.
He let you adjust to the new sensation, and his ridiculous size. It felt odd, to say the least, but amazing. His cock stretched you out so good, stuffing your needy cunt deliciously. He was quick to set an easy pace when you gave the green light. His movements languid and sensual as he fucked into you slowly.
It took a while to fully adjust to his size. The pain soon subsided and transformed into immense pleasure as the head of his cock prodded repeatedly at your g-spot. Your walls molded themselves after the shape of his cock, after every vein and curve that adorned it.
Your soft mewls and moans only spurred Jake on, tempting him to thrust harder, but he knew better. Instead, he brought his hand to rest between your plush thighs, digits rubbing over your puffy clit in sync with his affectionate thrusts.
“That’s my girl. Damn you’re tight, sweetheart.” Your cunt was squeezing him tightly as he rolled his hips into yours, and he couldn’t get enough. Couldn’t get enough of the sensation of your younger, soft skin under his rough hands, couldn’t get enough of the fact that you wanted him to be your first. His thoughts were interrupted when your hands came up to carefully grab hold of his thick braid, pulling it over his brawny shoulder. His heartbeat increased by a thousand when you connected the tendrils of your kuru with his, pupils dilating as the unfamiliar, soothing feeling coursed through the both of you.
The connection was enough to tip you both over the edge. Jake’s hot release painted your velvet insides white while your pussy spasmed, milking him raw. You came hard, body jolting as Jake halted his sloppy thrusts. He chuckled, plopping down to lay by your side. You finally came to your senses when Jake pulled you into his chest, face growing a shade darker as you realized what you had done.
“It was that good, eh?”
#jake sully smut#jake sully x reader#young jake sully#jake sully fanfiction#jake sully#james cameron avatar#avatar 2009#avatar pandora#avatar twow#avatar fanfiction#avatar smut#jake sully imagine#avatar way of water#jake sully fluff#avatar x reader#jake sully headcanon#jake sully headcanons#avatar jake sully#jake sully x afab#jake sully x fem!reader#jake sully avatar#jake sully x you#daddy!jake sully#dilf jake sully#jake sully x reader smut
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oooh okay but what if the guys find Darling right before she’s about to give birth?? She took off after the confrontation and just never went back, and they gave her space hoping she’d come back. So then they were actively looking for her and finally found her? What’s one of the ways that could go down? Sorry I’m sure your ask box is absolutely full of asks about the baby trap au and other things but this idea struck me and I had to get it down 😩
👀 these little stories have completely consumed my brain.
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18+ / baby trap AU / mature/dark themes
Deep breath.
Just breathe.
You can do this, you can do this. It happens all the time. You’re not the first person on earth to have a baby, for Christ’s sake.
Your feet step one in front of the other in a pattern down the hall, to the kitchen and then back to your bedroom, over and over while you try to stretch your back. It’s been almost forty minutes since your last contraction, and your muscles are sore, everything from your fingers to toes cramps.
It’s way too soon to go to the hospital.
But it’s not way too soon to be really uncomfortable, and nervous, and kind of freaking out, which you currently are.
You’re unprepared, even though you’re not sure there’s anything more you could do. You have the nursery set up, to the best of your ability. You even painted her room a soothing sage green color, and got all her clothes put away. You baby proofed everything. You have bottles, and formula, and nappies. Blankets and a boppy, even some pacifiers. On the outside, it looks like you and your little flat are totally ready.
But the reality, or at least how it feels, is the opposite. You don��t think you’re ready. You’re not even sure you can do this, if you’re being honest. You don’t know if you can be a mum, if you can take care of a baby, a defenseless little human who will need you for everything.
You struggled to take care of yourself half the time.
Your muscles tense, slow building pain splintering across your lower belly and you blink away some tears that threaten to form. It’s not just the pain… it’s everything.
You’re alone. You’re alone, after the two people you loved more than anything did the worst thing in the world to you. After they took your choice away. After they ruined everything, betrayed your trust, hurt you beyond repair.
Even worse was… you missed them. You hated them for it. Hated yourself for it. Everything felt so complicated, so fucked up. You were so angry, so heartbroken and still… couldn’t stop yourself from mourning their absence. Couldn’t stop from thinking about them at every doctor’s appt, every night when you closed your eyes to sleep.
You couldn’t even think about what was going to happen… after.
It was torture. It was hell.
It was affecting your health.
You had long been on restriction, light duty, almost mandated to bed rest. You had trouble eating, trouble sleeping, trouble with your blood sugar. It was exhausting.
Bee moves, not kicking but something else, a ripple pinging across your belly and you rub there soothingly.
“I know, I know.” You murmur, eyes wandering to your bed. Laying down sounds really good right now.
When you wake one hour later, it’s to pain. More intense, more sharp, lingering in the muscles of your back and thighs. It’s clearly a contraction, much more intense, and nausea rises in the back of your throat.
Fuck. That hurts.
You bite your tongue, heaving yourself out of bed as the pain fades, leaving you a little breathless while you waddle to the closet.
Maybe you could take a bath, or try to walk some more.
Just as you’re about to turn the tap on your tub, you hear a noise, a knocking on your door. That’s odd. You hadn’t ordered anything, food or packages. And you definitely weren’t expecting anyone either. Your stomach does a somersault, and you approach the door hesitantly, standing on the other side, staring at it blankly.
Without even checking the peep hole, you know who it is on the other side. You don’t need to look.
You always knew this would happen. You’d be lying to yourself if you said that sometimes, in the middle of the night, you didn’t dream about this. Even though it was wrong. Even if it meant you were weak. Stupid. Foolish.
You take a deep breath, and pull the handle.
Johnny’s holding his breath when the door creaks open. He doesn’t know what to expect, he just prays to nothing that it’s you on the other side. That after months of trying to track you down, they’ve finally got it right. He just hopes that you’ll give them a chance, that you’ll listen to them for even a second, so they can get down on their knees and tell you how sorry they are. So they can tell you they love you. So they can beg you to come home.
You peek around the door, just barely, enough for them to catch a good glimpse of your face.
He feels like he’s gotten the wind knocked out him. It’s been so long since they’ve seen you, too long, and you’re so pretty, so perfect he has to squeeze his hands into fists to try to calm his racing heart.
“Hi.” You keep the door more than half shut, and he swallows dry.
“Darling.”
“What’re you guys doing here.” You don’t phrase it as a question, and your voice is flat. Unenthused.
“We wanted to see you.” Simon starts. “We… wanted to check on you. See if you need anything. If you’re okay.” You give him a grim smile, and shake your head.
“Let’s not pretend.” You shoot back, and Johnny feels his heart wilt.
“We’re not pretending, love. We’ve been so worried. We’re so, so sorry. I cannae start to explain, how sorry we are. We did something awful. We-“
“I don’t want to hear it.” The door moves, just a little bit wider, and reveals more of your body, swollen belly, heavy on your frame. You look tired, like you haven’t been sleeping.
Johnny wants to break down. He wants to cry, if he’s being honest. He failed you. They failed you. They were supposed to love you, protect you, care for you. Instead… they allowed their twisted, selfish desires to influence their decisions.
He can’t imagine how this has been for you. Pregnancies were difficult for anyone as is, and you weren’t just anyone. You never have been.
“Can we come in?” Simon tries, voice soft. His eyes haven’t left your frame, taking in everything he’s seeing, Johnny’s sure. Coming to the same conclusion.
“No.” You bite out. “I don’t want you here.” He’s about to start begging, start pleading with you, but you make a face, brows pushing together, mouth screwing up like you’re in pain and his blood runs cold.
“Darling?”
“It’s nothing.” You breathe, but your hand cradles your belly, and your eyes are closed, face still screwed up in discomfort. “You should leave.” Not bloody likely.
“You’re in pain.” Simon summarizes the obvious, and you shake your head.
“I’m fine. I just uh- am having some cramps.” Cramps? He knows you’re pretty far along, by the math. Worry prickles along his spine.
“Cramps?” He takes half a step, not even. It’s enough to startle you, make you draw back, door jerking in your fist, closing it to only a crack, and he holds a hand out, cautiously. “Darling. Hey, it’s alright.”
“Go away.” You spit, but the words are choked out halfway, and they sound rough. Like you’re in pain. He tries to count, in his head. How far along you are, how close to a due date you might be.
“What’s going on?” Simon tries, and they can just barely see your palm press over your mouth. Johnny’s heart is galloping in his chest now, scared. Panicked. You’re in pain. You’re in real pain, and you won’t talk to them. Won’t let them in.
He’s about to ask you if it’s more than cramps, if you need help, or a doctor. But he doesn’t get the chance.
The door slams in their faces.
#peaches asks#peaches writes#tw pregnancy#ghost x soap x reader#soap x reader x ghost#pregnant reader#baby trap au
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pls you have to understand goth male reader and yandere jock pls pls
cw. established relationship, dubcon, manipulation, sexual themes, stalking, yandere themes
“Black does look good on you, but I think you sitting n’ crying on my cock suits you better.” The raging testosterone jock whispered behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist. Lips to your cheek, exaggerating a long lick from your jaw to the bottom of your eye.
“Fuck off. What did I say about you coming onto me in public.” Pulling yourself from him, with great struggle, you crossed your arms and furrowed your brows in annoyance. “I’ve told you so many fucking times that I don’t want anyone knowing that we’re together. But you, and your horned up brain,” tapping your index finger to the jock’s temple, “never listen.” Sighing with frustration you rubbed your own temple to ease the oncoming headache.
“But we aren’t in public, in fact, it’s the start of a new period and as you can see, ain’t anyone around here.” Looking to where his head directed, he was right. The back of the school was vacant from onlookers. “And don’t act all high n’ mighty in front of me. I can see my favourite little guy down there excited to see me.” Pushing your back against the wall, his knee came in between your thighs and began to rub against you. “I’d like you to be more honest with me, just like how honest my dick is, wanting to be in your hole and filling it up.” You were left rendered speechless. By his words? His knee? The way he towered over you, with his hands resting onto your waist before coming up to meet where your nipples were? You didn’t know but out of instinct to ground yourself, your arms came to wrap around his neck. Not aware of the immense satisfaction the jock was feeling.
You couldn’t blame him if you knew. The way he followed you around like a hungry dog at school when he was the new student. You felt so out of reach yet you were right beside him in science. Weekends weren’t short enough to see you again, so he was glad to have found your hang out spot. Coincidentally bumping into you, though at first you weren’t all too please. Already having an assumption on his character based on who he had hung out with. But he was determined to wear you down, to see you wag your tail when you saw him. Though he wasn’t sure if his patience was strong enough to compete with your stubbornness. He tried everything. Greeting you nicely, wearing bits of black, listening to the bands you liked. Everything. So it surprised him when seeing you witness his disappointment when he lost a game. His head hung low with huge sighs. He didn’t notice you there until you sat beside him, giving him awkward encouraging words. And that’s where he found the perfect bait. He chuckled at your kind words, before frowning at himself. Saying that his dad was there, and he embarrassed him. All lies of course, but you certainly hadn’t known that. You were quick to comfort him, and from there a budding friendship came. But jock wasn’t happy with this friendship, yet it was what he could tolerate for now.
And as time passed, you two came to find that you shared familiar experiences, that’s what you were led to believe at least. It pulled you in, to feel understood and to be looked upon with no judgement. Your heart pulled to him, and his to you. It was obvious the feelings you both shared. Though you hesitated. You were one who appreciated things to be done and said in private. Especially relationships. And here you two were, grinding against each other behind the school, your pants somehow already onto the floor and turned to face the wall. “W-wait not here, someone’s gonna come.”
“Not if you’re quiet.” The palm of his hand coming to close your mouth, the other stretching your hole, fortunately the night before had loosened you enough for him to enter easily. But that didn’t stop you from moaning, your knees halfway already buckling from the rough movements. You weren’t surprised he preferred it rough and animalistic. He pushed you further against the wall, in hopes you wouldn’t fall, but with his quick movements and the way your hole tightened his throbbing cock, you both were quick to climax. One thing the jock knew you couldn’t deny was the sexual chemistry, you were meant for him.
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A show for him
Poe Dameron x Fem!reader
Quick summary: Poe comes back late at night, expecting you to be asleep only to find you changing clothes and he enjoys the show a little too much.
Dead dove do not eat - you'll get exactly what's in the tags!
Tags: nsfw, voyeurism(?), stalking(?), male masturbation, mature themes, Poe being a creep, dirty thoughts.
Poe never admits it but he likes having his eyes on you, he loves seeing your beautiful face whenever he gets the chance to. One night he came back late, already expecting you would be asleep soundly. He made his way towards his quarters, but just as he passed by your quarters from the backside he noticed a faint light coming from the dark taintet windows. Poe couldn't resist peeking through from the corner of the window, narrowing his eyes to atleast see something inside. Luckily for him you didn't turn the darkness of the windows to full and he could see just enough.
He saw you walking out of the refresher room, your hair damp and a towel wrapped around your body. Poe's breath hitched a little bit, he never saw you like this before...not outside his imaginations. Poe wasn't dumb, he knew exactly what you're about to do, and he would love to witness it.
He watched you sitting down on the bed and unwrap the towel. He felt his pants becoming tighter, while his hand was already snaking downwards to his crotch, rubbing himself through his pants.
You accidentally dropped your panties on the floor, so you bent down to retrieve it.
The sight almost made Poe cum inside his pants. He quickly unfastened his pants and got his already hard cock out, the tip was already leaking. He slowly started to stroke himself
"Damn, baby, are you doing this on purpose?" Poe whispered to himself as he watched you slowly stretching your left and your right leg to pull your panties on.
"I bet your pussy tastes amazing.." Poe closed his eyes, edging himself by tightening his fist around his shaft and going for slow, deliberate strokes, imagining going down on you, eating you out, making you squeeze his head with your thighs from the immense pleasure he's giving you while gripping his hair and arching your back as his tongue gave you orgasm after orgasm.
The thought drove him wild, he wanted nothing more than to storm into your room and fuck your brains out.
His pace increased, he had to support himself on the wall with his other arm while pumping his fist. His thoughts ran wild, he bites his lower lip and throws his head back, imagining how his cock would stretch you out, the gasps coming from your mouth and your muscles tightening around his girth.
"One day, baby, one- fuck, day, I'm going to fuck you. Fuck you so good you don't want any other cock but mine. I'll fuck you so dumb you won't get enough of my cock." His breath getting ragged, he watched you climbing into bed, facing the dark taintet windows as you laid down.
The sight of your eyes, those beautiful yet innocent eyes of yours looking at his direction, completely unaware of the mess going on just outside the window was enough to make him lose control.
Poe bit his lip in an attempt to stifle the groan coming out of him as he came hard, his cum spurted out onto the wall of your quarters. He panted and leaned his sweaty forehead on his arm, calming down after the orgasm. Once his cock was soft again and he calmed down, he put his cock back in his pants, quickly looking around to make sure he was alone. He took one last glance at you, seeing you now peacefully asleep. You had absolutely no idea what Poe was doing and that thought was kind of a turn on for Poe. Once Poe was satisfied, he turned and made his way towards his own quarters for some much needed rest himself.
"I'll be sure to check on you more often, sweetheart. I promise." Poe closed his eyes and drifted off into sleep, already looking forward to more moments like the one he had tonight.
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youre dating me! not him! ft. lyney࿐࿔
✦cws: est. relationship, otome game (i.e. love and deepspace), rafayel my beloved, jealousy, feminine terms are used but reader is gender neutral, crackpost, lyney is trying to be batman to save chaos from gotham (his brain) and ooc
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lyney noticed something off with his girlfriend, giggling on their phone and of course, he thinks that youre either chatting away with your own friends or youve picked up a new hobby.
you have plenty of hobbies but you so happen to be invested in fandom culture.
hes well aware of how you read fanfiction on those websites, totally not because he snooped on your phone and accidentally found them. he will admit though that they are pretty well written, and he did steal some of the tropes and some of the pick up lines just to flirt and fluster you.
but you're not intensely reading fanfiction because you don't have the face, the "oh my god???" or "OH MY GODDD..... ?!?!?!?" so clearly, you're playing something else here. but you were being sneaky!
every time he tries to peek over, you hid your screen, turn off your phone. hell, you even invested into a privacy phone screen. although, these signs do sound like cheating. it most definitely is not because well… to put it lightly, you’re kind of a loser (affectionate) but its his favorite trait of yours!!!
…
wow.
that sounded more backhanded than he intended.
but he has to solve this mystery before the world falls to chaos…
he’s just going to “borrow” your phone. he had a plan and everything. he knew exactly what he was going to do. wait until you sleep, unlock your phone and find out your biggest secret at the moment.
but instead, midway of his plan, you had light mode on??? why are you the devil? knowing he was going to sneak onto your phone, you put your themes to light mode. its a sneak attack on his very character!
a bright light burned his eyes as he lowered the brightness because he will power through!! but he was being too loud when he was putting in your phone password.
lyney noticed you were waking up, quickly hiding your phone under a pillow case. as you yawned, you turned on the lamp, peeling open your eyes, “…mhmm, hey, lyney why are you up?”
“well, i couldnt sleep.” he replied back, snaking his arms around you. you laugh,
“is anything keeping you up?” funny you ASK, the joker of his heart !! you shifted in your side of the bed, facing his way. “ow, what the hell?” you reached under your pillowcase, “huh, why is my phone here?”
lyney, sweating, “um, maybe you forgot?”
“its even unlocked!”
“woww… wonder how it got there.”
silence filled the air as the both of you just stare at each other. well, he looked at your eyes with unwavering confidence and a midge of fear and you were straining your half asleep eyes at your boyfriend.
“lyney…”
“um… dont know! okay, fine i did it.”
“if you wanted to know, you can.” you handed him your phone, clearly even more suspicious. not really. he really wanted to get into this dark knight hero guy character.
he swiped through and nothing hut a new game. “oh! dont click that…”
“why?” he clicked on it anyway. he was met with kind of realistic men, painting, winking and other actions. its not as bad as he thought. or even, kind of typical girlfriend behavior.
hearing the theme song, you sighed, rubbing your temples. your tone was embarassed, “i.. its an otome game. i thought it would be weird—”
you met eye contact with lyney as you nervously laughed. “because its a dating simulator.”
“huh.”
“yeah…”
you could tell he was processing it in his mind. “wait, youre dating me,”
“yes.”
“and youre playing otome games, which is, dating sims.”
“yes…”
“but youre dating me! not him! ive been feeling neglect lately and you were gone in your prtend world of these…” he looks at the home screen. “very attractive suitors while i waste away to our homelife, trying to be better.”
“good narrative, babe.”
“thank you, i made it on the spot. wait, no, dont distract me!!” he made himself sound serious. “all jokes aside though, im glad it was a game. i thought it was more something serious.”
“such as?”
“like cheating! and i know how that sounds and i know you wouldn’t but the way you acted made it seem bad.”
he saw you load in the information he just gave you and you began to apologize. “dont worry, you just have to pay attention to me and i guess, whoever is on ‘amor and deepabyss’.”
“sounds like a plan!”
#astronetwrk#lyney x reader#lyney x gn reader#genshin impact x you#genshin fluff#genshin impact fanfics#gender neutral reader#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact
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fried egg I'm in love
Eddie makes you breakfast.
Contains: Eddie x Reader, fem!reader, established relationship, pet names, Eddie fries you some eggs because you should always eat breakfast before a big day. No mention of reader’s physical appearance, no use of Y/N.
Warnings: mentions of food & eating (obvi).
Word Count: 1,200-ish
i am completely delighted by @mcbeanzontoast 's artwork and these sweet lil drawings (1, 2) of Eddie are all i can think about, thank u for the inspo bb! <3
btw srry if this isn't how you like your eggs or if u hate alt-rock themed puns. but personally i feel very strongly about the over-medium thing.
“Eddie. Eddie.”
There’s still no response from the motionless lump on the bed. He’s twisted up in the thin, pilled sheets like he tried to fight them and lost.
His breathing is slow and even, clearly still in a deep sleep. You hope his dreams are pleasant, but not so pleasant that he’ll be upset with you for what you’re about to do.
You lean closer to where you think his ear might be. It’s hidden under a mass of thick curls, but you're pretty sure you’re in the right spot.
“Eddie!”
It comes out even louder than you intended. Oops.
“Huh!”
Eddie jolts awake and tries to roll over, but only succeeds in tangling himself further in the bedding. He squirms and struggles against the taut fabric for a minute, before giving up and letting his body go limp. His face scrunches against the brightness of the room, peering at you with squinted eyes.
You, who have already been awake for an hour. You, who have already washed and dressed and tidied yourself up. You, who are looking at him rather expectantly…? His full lips pull down in a frown.
“What gives?” he grumbles, unhappy to be conscious before noon. As usual.
“Sorry honey, but you didn’t hear me the first four times I tried.”
He sighs, then lets out a sudden gasp. He tries to sit upright, lurching sideways, still thrashing against that damn sheet. “Your interview!”
Bingo!
“Yes, my interview,” you say, too amused and in love with him to be exasperated. “Don’t worry, we still have plenty of time. But you can barely function when you first wake up and I can’t have you falling asleep behind the wheel. I figured I’d get you up now so you have time to adjust.” You reach out and cup his face, rubbing a thumb over his stubbly cheek.
He turns his head in your hand so he can kiss your palm. “Good thinkin', sweetheart. That’s why you’re the brains of this operation.”
You help untangle him and wander out into the kitchen while he heads for the bathroom. Because even bone-deep exhaustion is no match for Eddie's mouth, he pokes his head out so he can talk to you. “How’re you feeling, baby?” The words are garbled and foamy with toothpaste.
“Okay,” you call back from your seat at the table. Well, that’s kind of a lie. “Actually, I’m really nervous, but that’s normal, I guess.”
You really want this job to work out. Eddie’s dying for you to come and live with him in his apartment, but you want a little more financial stability before you move out of your place. You promised him that once you landed a higher paying job you would take the leap. The shiny prospect of perpetual domesticity with your favorite boy is riding on this position, and it's making you gut-wrenchingly antsy.
“You’re gonna be great!” he shouts from around his toothbrush.
Eddie joins you in the kitchen, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He’s in nothing but his boxers and mismatched wool socks. One is maroon, the other is green with stripes. “Great. You hear me? They’d be lucky to have you. In fact, you should be interviewing them, asking why they deserve to be your employer.” He’s teasing you, but he also means it.
Your stomach flutters at the praise, and at the sight of all that skin he’s showing. You know in your heart that he’s still so warm from sleep.
He yawns, and stretches dramatically. “Have you eaten yet?”
You chuckle and shake your head. “No way. No appetite.”
“Well, you gotta eat. You need fuel on a day like today.” He crosses his arms and frowns at you.
That's humorous, coming from the guy who attended six years of high school running on nothing but mini-pretzels and Mountain Dew. “Eddie, I’m way too anxious to eat right now.”
“Listen, you’ll feel worse if you don’t eat. Because if you don’t have something in your belly, and you’re nervous, you’ll get lightheaded and pass out in the middle of the interview, in which case you won’t get the job, 'cause then they’ll all be thinking, ‘This girl has the temperament of a fragile Victorian woman. Why is she even here? She should be sent to the seaside for her health.’ You know?”
“I…guess so?”
“Trust me, sweetheart, you have to eat breakfast. Let me make you something.”
The Something in question is simple: toast with butter, and fried eggs, over-medium. “Runny enough to dip, but cooked enough so there’s no snotty white stuff,” he says sagely. “It’s the only way to eat 'em.”
You hum in agreement, but you’re more focused on the way he looks standing half-naked in front of the stove, spatula in hand, a cigarette dangling from his lips.
He insists on making your portion first, sliding the plate in front of you and kissing your head when it’s done. “Eat up, doll.”
You thank him quietly and start to eat, watching as he goes through the process over again for himself. Now that he’s taken care of you, some of the tiredness he was staving off returns. His movements get clumsier as his attention oscillates between assembling his breakfast and being your personal cheerleader. He bumps into the counter, nearly burns his fingertips on the stove, and knocks over a glass of orange juice, but steadfastly refuses your offer to take over. Stubborn. You put a pot of coffee on for him.
You feel calmer now, watching his ministrations, listening to his reassurances. You've found that Eddie’s presence seems to be the salve for all your silly little troubles. His throaty morning-voice and dimpled smile send a rush of warmth through you, putting you at ease, like a cup of something hot on a cold day. You feel so lucky to be loved by him.
While you’re adoring him, trying not to get misty-eyed thinking about it, your sweet boy’s about to transfer his second egg to his plate. He's almost done it when he’s wracked with another full-body yawn. It's powerful enough that his eyes close, and his arm jerks the wrong way, and the egg slips out of the pan. It hits the kitchen floor with a wet slap.
Quickly, he looks down, then at you, and then back at the egg. In one swift motion he scoops it up off the floor. “Five second rule.”
You wrinkle your nose. “Ed…” You’re tempted to chastise him more thoroughly because who knows when that floor was last cleaned? Certainly not Eddie. But the way he’s doting on you today makes you hold your tongue.
He shrugs. “Fine. I’ll wash it off.”
He turns the sink on so a thin stream of water comes out. He picks the egg up with his hands, and holds it under the faucet, turning it carefully so that each side gets a gentle rinse. It gets tossed casually back onto the plate.
Completely unbothered, he joins you at the table and digs in.
He finally catches the look on your face. Without swallowing the huge bite of food he just popped in his mouth, he goes -
“What?”
Afterwards, Eddie drives you to your interview just like he promised he would. When you emerge from the building some thirty odd minutes later, feeling victorious, he's right there to celebrate with you.
Neither of you say it, but you're both thinking the same thing. One bed. One kitchen table. One little apartment. One home.
#eddie munson#eddie munson fanfiction#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x female reader#stranger things fanfiction#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson oneshot
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I could ask, Yandere Vox x Moth reader, where the reader runs away from Vox, and ends up staying in the hazbin hotel
" Only you, darling "
Oh.
my.
STARS YES YES YOU CAN ASK THIS FUCK PLEASE TYSM I LOVE THE MOTH DEMONS AS I HAVE MY ON HH OC LIKE THAT
Vox x reader
Tws; yandere themes (per usual),
Idk how to tag this one tbh..
Requested also by ; @zinnia1506
Living with Vox.. wasn't the easiest. Let alone loving him. Something about him drew you in -- maybe it was his hypnotic gaze, or how he was a blue light screen, always emitting that special kind of light that captivited your little moth brain. Whatever it was used to have a tight hold around you, no matter how much you screamed at him, or him you.
He drilled it into your mind that you were to, 'trust him', and how you were his alone. Perhaps at one time, you found comfort in these words, but, it was an empty sort of comfort.
Like hiding under a blanket. Sure, it's warm, soft, but soon becomes unbearable, and suffocating.
For a while you assumed there was no escape. He had his room set to a very cold tempature, not only to cool his own circuits, and the computer screens around, but to keep you from leaving.
Moths didn't do well in the cold, so all you could do was wrap yourself up in a blanket or two, and your wings, feverishly rubbing your six hands together
Until the power went out. You soon realized that because the AC had turned off, the room was beginning to warm. Hastily, you stood from your rather comfrtable bed, allowing the duvet to slip off of your shoulders. Head whirrling to the side, causing your antenna to sway with the quick movments, you made your way hastily to the elevator, barefoot, in only a par of shorts, and loose t-shirt,
Frantically, you pressed the 'up' button, no longer caring if Vox were to see you leaving. He'd eventually notice, and find you - he had cameras everywhere,
"Fuck-!" You cured, finger aggressively pressing the button
After what seemed like far too long, the elevator began moving up, your wings jolting out slightly at the sudden movement.
Perhaps an eternity passed before the elevator halted, allowing you to cautiously walk out, each step took carefully, as if the floor would collapse at any moment. Maybe it was silly how paranoid you were, mind racing with worries.
Vox had eyes everywhere. He could spy on people through any tech made by his company, cameras -- most things tech related. Which made getting away from his prying gaze even harder.
As quick as the thoughts ran through your mind, you began running, out of the building, ignoring the stares from employees - who thankfully gave you nothing more than a glance with a raised eyebrow.
The cool of the air outside hit you like a truck. How long had it been since you'd been outside anyways? Months? Maybe a year or two? You couldn't remember. It was bright. Oh so bright.
It all made your head spin, in a good and bad way.
Although you knew it was too soon to be relieved, and feel safe, but how could you not? Finally out of that little pocket of Hell.
"Think, {Y/N}!" You internally screamed at yourself, desperately trying to think of a place Vox didn't have cameras.
That was when it hit you. The Hazbin Hotel. You were sure since the Radio demon was there you'd be at least safe from Vox.
With this in your mind you ran out the door, past the mass amounts of screens owned by VoxTek.
It seemed like hours before you saw the hotel coming closer, and you broke into a faster sprint, despite everything aching badly
Loudly, you rapped your knuckles against the door, with a desperate speed. The door flung open, revealing Alastor himsef.
"Well isn't this interesting? Aren't you Vox's little pet?"
#x reader#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel x reader#vox#hazbin#this was a request#This took so long#i had sm fun at the start.. then writers block hit me#this is so bad help#vox x readrer#yandere
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First!Time February: Fic 5
Soft!Dom Seungmin x Sub!fem reader
Requested by: @sensitiveandhungry
Content Includes: size kink (but not in the way you think), fluff (ALOT OF IT!), praise, kissing, auralism, kitchen foreplay, domestic Seungmin, auralism, shy and inexperienced reader, teasing, humiliation, reader has female anatomy, fingering.
Word Count: 2K
‘SEUNGMIN!!!’
You laughed out as he nuzzled into your neck as you were washing the dishes in the sink, leaning your head to the side as he peppered little kisses down the exposed skin, his hands tickling up and down your sides.
‘I’m sorry babe, I had too’ He teased, the timber of his voice distracting you from the plate you were holding in your hands.
‘You just make the sweetest little noises when I touch you, it’s cute’ He responded as he proceeded to wrap his arms around your middle, leaning his chin on your shoulder.
‘Yeah because at my age, that’s exactly what I want to be called..cute’ You sniped back with good humour, the soft lilt of your voice indicating the playfulness behind it.
‘What’s wrong with cute? Cute’s a nice word’ He chimed back, swaying you back and forth gently.
‘I’m a grown woman’ You responded as you finished up, pulling the plug out of the sink and leaning back so you could look at his face.
‘Can you please pass me the towel? Need to dry my hands.’
‘Of course’ He replied as he unlaced his arms and reached over to grab the floral-themed towel, unfolding the towel and motioning to your hands.
‘Here, let me dry them for you’ His eyes showed the authenticity behind his kind gesture.
You didn’t respond verbally but reached your hands out to him, placing them in the towel as Seungmin’s hands covered yours and he gently rubbed the towel across the back of your hands.
‘Mmm, feels nice’ You sighed out, your body relaxing under his touch and your eyes drooping lightly.
The reaction shouldn’t have affected Seungmin the way it did, his eyes narrowing slightly as his mind wandered, kneading the towel across the palms of each hand.
‘So sensitive’ He smirked.
‘No, I’m not!’ His words had snapped you back into reality again, eyes gleaming in mischief and play.
‘It’s just’ You looked down at your intertwined hands, his long tapered fingers taking their time to dry your skin, noticing his defined knuckles and how broad his palms were.
‘You have nice hands’ You admitted, gulping slightly as you looked nervously back at him.
Seungmin stopped drying your hands, a brief pause before he looked down at you with darkening eyes.
‘You like my hands baby?’
The words in your throat were clenched as his stare intimidated you slightly, your skin starting to prickle from the growing tension.
‘Yeah…I do..I think my hands are dry now’.
Seungmin removed the towel and flipped it across his shoulder, reaching back down to cup your hands in between his, his thumbs stroking along the skin.
‘They look so small against mine’ He chuckled, taking a step towards you as his grip on yours became firmer, his shoulders tense.
‘Have you thought about what else these hands could do to you baby?’ He slowly slid his hands up your forearms, slowly crowding you against the kitchen bench, his presence looming over yours.
‘Have you?’ His tone was light-hearted but there was an edge there, trying to see how far he could take this moment.
The heat in your cheeks were starting to build and the goosebumps on your brain were betraying the front you were trying to contain.
‘Yes’ You exhaled nervously, leaning in towards his space, your noses almost touching.
Seungmin loved the way you looked against the kitchen bench, your body pliant under his with a look of vulnerability and desire in your gaze.
‘How often?’
‘A lot…’
‘A lot?’
A streak of confidence jolted through you as you gently ran a hand up his chest, enjoying how shaky his breath became and how hazy his eyes were.
And so with as much courage you could muster, your eyes fixed on him, you said:
‘All the time’
And Seungmin fucking lost it.
His mouth met yours as he kissed you feverishly, enjoying the way you moaned in surprise when he gripped your waist to nudge you onto the counter, leaning in to whisper into your ear.
‘And there’s another cute, little noise again, does my pretty baby enjoy how easy it is for me to handle you?’
His voice wracked shivers down your body, your breath coming out in shaky gasps as your hands were digging into the shirt at his sides.
‘Come on…you know I do’ You whined out, trying to hide how humiliated you felt from how little it took for you to get winded and out of breath.
‘I know you do baby’ He pulled his head away so he could hold his eyes with yours, so you could see how genuine his words were, his hand rubbing the outside of your thigh.
‘You have no idea how much I love hearing them, those noises you make, they drive me insane’
The confession had left you bereft, doubt appearing in your eyes from his statement.
If you were an experienced person, maybe that comment might not have shocked you just like it did.
But these types of statements had never been whispered to you before, being desired in this way, it was so new for you and you still weren’t really sure how to handle it.
‘I don’t know what to say’ You blurted out, hands covering your mouth.
‘Thank you???’ You laughed as your hands moved to support yourself on the bench, enjoying how bright Seungmin’s smile was in the moment.
‘You’re welcome???’ Seungmin responded with just as much confusion, the mood slowly dissipating and becoming cheerful, the sounds of laughter filling the kitchen.
The moment softened as the laughter quieted down and Seungmin leaned in to place a soft kiss against your mouth, it was gentle and filled with care.
‘I want to touch you’ Seungmin commented, trailing a finger down your arm as he spoke.
‘I want to make you feel good, will you let me do that?’ He asked, leaning back to stand up to his full height, wanting to give you space to think.
‘What do you mean by that? It’s a pretty open-ended question’ There was a small amount of anxiety pooling in your stomach, Seungmin knew you were a virgin and the experiences you currently had were bare.
‘It means whatever you want baby’ He shrugged casually, trying to make his tone nonchalant.
Even though he was so antsy to touch you it felt like he was crawling out of his skin, he had to keep composed so as not to scare you.
‘I’ll stop whenever you want too’ He reassured, watching the thoughts move on your face as you pondered your decision.
‘Okay..just…we’ll be slow yeah?’
A half-smile graced his features as he held a hand out to you, his energy radiating warmth.
‘As slow as you want’.
You took Seungmin’s hand gently as he turned his back and slowly made his way to the bedroom, following behind him as you tried to remain composed.
Once you were in the bedroom, Seungmin gently placed a hand on your back and nudged you lightly.
‘Can you lie down for me?’
A silence fell across the room as you laid down on the bed, your head against the pillows as Seungmin slowly moved to your side.
‘Here, face me honey’ He murmured as he gently rolled you over to face him.
‘I want to see that pretty smile of yours’
You could feel the heat of his body radiating against yours, using soft touches and kind words to relax you even more, your mind becoming hazy.
A soft smile grazed your lips as you felt Seungmin’s feather-light kisses upon your face, starting from the forehead and feeling them trail down the side of your jaw.
The moment continued with more of Seungmin’s praise whispered in your ear and his hands pushing your t-shirt up lightly around your hips, your breath starting to race as the tips of his fingers traced along your back and nudging the underside of your breasts, tracing the material of your bra.
‘Can I go even further baby? Can I touch you more?’
‘Yes…it feels so good’ You whined out, little noises escaping your throat as his fingers moved to trace the waistband of your shorts, smirking as your body jolted from his touch.
‘You’re so sensitive, I bet you’re already wet for me baby mmmh?’
Seungmin watched you closely as he could see you become more flustered under his touch, softly grabbing your hand and kissing your knuckles before placing that hand over your clothed mound, pressing against you slightly.
‘Will you take your shorts off for me? Let me put my hands to good use?’
It was almost comical how fast you began to remove your shorts, you even took the step further yourself and removed your panties with your shorts, lifting your hips up so Seungmin could pull them down your legs with ease.
It was your first time being exposed like this in front of Seungmin, in front of anyone really and a shuddering breath left your throat as you watched Seungmin’s reaction.
His eyes scanned down your body and he gulped as he looked at your core, his cock already hardening from seeing how wet you already were, his skin now becoming sensitive from wanting to feel your slick against his fingers.
‘I’m so happy right now, been wanting this for so long’ His voice deepened as he brushed against your folds, a moan leaving both your mouths as he spread his fingers out.
‘That’s right sweetheart, you sound so beautiful to me, keep making those noises baby’ He egged on, watching your face relax in pleasure as he slowly pushed one finger inside, the length of it already hitting areas you hadn’t even imagined.
‘I bet you like my hands now even more huh?’ He teased, humming lightly as your hands gripped onto his shirt, the room filling with your keens and groans as his thumb brushed against your clit, his pride building from how good he was making you feel.
Seungmin repeated the action of pressing his fingers inside of your before removing them to draw circles against your clit, slowly pushing and prodding you to your peak of pleasure, your hips beginning to grind against his fingers.
‘That’s a good girl, ride my fingers baby, I want to make you cum, I’ve thought for a long time how’d you sound baby, don’t disappoint me now’.
His face was becoming flushed and a sheen was spreading out through his skin as he watched you reach your peak, your brow furrowing and a whine filling the room.
‘Good girl-Ahh! Such a good girl’ His face was buried in your neck as you clenched around his fingers, the noise of your pleasure sounded so good he could have released in his pants then and there.
‘Seungmin…’ You whimpered out as you pulled his fingers away from you, your thighs shaking from the overstimulation and the sudden onset of pleasure.
‘Mmm, my name sounds so pretty when you say it like that’
You didn’t have time to respond as he kissed you again, this time it was more primal as his tongue swiped at your bottom lip, his fingers gripping against your hips.
‘If you think my fingers could make you cum like that baby, just wait until you’ve had my cock’.
Thank you to @sensitiveandhungry for providing the ✋🏻 pics.
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Can I request a fluffy Wednesday Addams x Reader one-shot? It can be angst with a fluffy ending or just complete fluff, and you can decide the scenario and reader's gender (I'd prefer it to be a gender-neutral reader, but you can pick whichever you want). :)
Yes you may my darling 💗🌸💕
Red lipstick.
Wednesday Addams x reader.
Plot: After missing your girlfriend you pulled her aside, and while doing so you left behind something that will soon cause you trouble.
Notes: The reader is called no gender pronouns or specifics, but the red does wear red lipstick. But everything can wear it. (please tell me if I messed up somewhere, I’m so used to writing for she/her pronouns)
This is really short.
Warnings: Kissing, a little dark themes but just because it’s Wednesday. Also probably spelling mistakes.
You loved your girlfriend, you would do anything she asked of you because in your eyes she was your own goddess. If she asked you, you would carve your heart and had it to her with a smile on your face, it belonged to her anyway. She was seen as morbid and sinister, a threat to anyone in her presence and to you…She was all of those things but you didn’t see it as a bad thing, but you loved it. Her dark ways and views on the world always made your head turn and think about what it’s like in her drain, she was fascinating.
But this week she hasn’t been able to be with you as much as you liked and you knew sometime she liked personal space but she was overworking herself. Maybe she liked the feeling of stress and her brain fogged with everything at once and the overwhelming feeling it put on her body. But it wasn’t healthy and you missed your girlfriend, so much.
Wednesday walked through the hallway with her thoughts keeping her focused on everything that has been happening. Which to your luck gave you a perfect opportunity to emerge from the dark class room and pull her in, closing the door behind you both. You gasped a bit when your body was shoved to the wall and her arm crushing your throat but you weren’t scared.
Her eyes realized you and her hard expression let up a bit but she still looked annoyed. “I could have kill you.” Her words spit like venom. You smiled as she let you breathe and speak. “By your hands it would be a honorable death.” You said the words to make her heart flatter, you saw her mouth curve up slightly and her eyes light up. “What’s this about?” She let her arm fall.
“Just wanted to see you and be alone.” Hands reached up to touch her cheek and she allowed the soft action. “You saw me this morning.” She stated. Maybe she was making fun of you for missing her that much but you know she didn’t mean anything by it. “That was too long ago,” you moved forward, “And I didn’t get to do this.”
Your lips met hers in a rushing manner and she immediately let out a breath and kissed you back. Her hands reached the back of you neck and rub the skin with her thumb while getting closer to you. She hated to admit but she has been missing you more and more, this case and whole monster business has kept her from you.
“My dark raven, how I love you so.” You chuckled and pulled back to kiss her cheek, which she wasn’t even realizing what you had done. “I’d die for you.” Her words were true and real but she would, it’s also her way of saying I love you back. “Hmm, I think we should get going. I’ll be at your dorm tonight.” You kissed her neck softly as a goodbye and ran off, she watched and her smile finally should.
But that was shortly lived when she walked to class that she shared with Enid and Xavier. Everyone in class stared at her which wasn’t unusual but this time it was something more, it was giving her a weird feeling and not the good kind. She sat down in between the two friends and they both just looked mortified. Xavier was smirking and amused and enid looked shocked but a little excited. “You seem to have had a good time.” The boy joked and Wednesday looked at him curiously.
“What are you on about now?” This only made him chuckle and face away from her. But enid was at her rescue, “Have a look.” She pulled out a small mirror and handed it to Wednesday and the girl took at look at herself. The pit in her stomach was turning and she almost felt embarrassed but over all she was annoyed and mad.
“I’m going to kill them.”
A red kiss mark was on her cheek, one on the neck and some smeared on her lips. She was mad at herself to for not coming to the conclusion herself because she knew y/n had red lipstick on but it slipped her mind.
Wednesday will get her revenge.
#wednesday addams#wednesday addams x reader#Wednesday x reader#wednesday#enid sinclair#wednesday addams x gn reader
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Can I get a uhhhhhhh..... Ryouta and his darling having sex under influence? In his profile you mentioned that it's one of his kinks. Maybe a scenario where they share a joint, darling is a giggly and relaxed mess and Ryouta can't help feeling frisky.
a/n: I WAS HOPING SOMEONE WOULD ASK FOR THIS hehehe of course you can! i was literally kicking my feet and giggling when i saw this ask come in!
warning: recreational marijuana use written by someone who does not recreationally use marijuana LOL, dub-con? kind of, gender neutral reader but there is mention of an entrance
ryouta watanabe ★ profile
Honestly, you didn't know how you got roped into this.
One moment, it felt like you were just curiously asking Ryouta why he smelled weird sometimes. The next moment, you were on Ryouta's couch, the two of you pressed a bit too closely against each other.
You watched curiously as he pulled out a weird device. He stuffed what you assumed was marijuana and then spun a little thing on the side before putting a piece of thin paper into it and rolling the thing on the side again.
Suddenly, out popped a joint.
"I'm shit at rolling by myself so I have that." He answered easily enough, something between a smile and a smirk playing across his lips.
You nodded eagerly, eyeing the joint he know held in his hands both curiously and cautiously. It was glaringly obvious that you'd never smoked before, even if you hadn't told him.
"Here, why don't you light it for me, darling?" Ryouta glanced at the rather fancy dragon themed golden lighter that was way closer to you than him.
You nodded again and grabbed it. Unlike most lighters, it was easy to press down and, when you did, the fancy dragon head at the top let out a little flame.
Ryouta held the joint between his lips and leaned over, holding the tip of it over the fire. You couldn't help but flush a little when you noticed how close it made him.
When the thing was sufficiently lit, he leaned back but not before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you impossibly closer.
At this point, you were half in his lap! And that thought just made you feel even more flustered.
"You want to try?" He offered as he pulled the joint away with two fingers and you watched as a trail of smoke followed after it.
You were a little mesmerised by the whole thing (and surprised by how handsome it made Ryouta) but you still felt a bit hesitant.
Ryouta seemed to immediately notice this because he just smiled at you easily "Bit intimidating?"
You felt a little like a bobble head with the way you kept nodding at him, the words you wanted to say not exactly forming right in your mind.
"This is pretty strong." He flicked the join a little before taking a quick hit "Why don't I show you a fun way to smoke it? Something that won't be as bad."
You fidgeted a little with the lighter in your hand, not exactly lighting it but just turning it over and over in your head. Hesitantly, you decided to acquiesce "How?"
"Just inhale."
You opened your mouth to ask for clarification just as he took what seemed like a longer hit. Before the words could leave your mouth, however, he leaned close, his lips ghosting over yours, and he blew the air straight into your mouth.
Your brain seemed to short-circuit but, almost automatically, you inhaled just like he said.
"Good darling."
It might've been his words or, maybe, it might've been from how you'd quickly sucked the smoke in but you coughed, head reeling and your mind feeling a little light.
In your coughing fit, you didn't notice how Ryouta's fingers started sneaking up your top or how he started rubbing circles into your skin.
All you could focus on was the rather dizzying feeling taking over you and the way Ryouta chuckled, all deep and smooth.
Oddly enough, you couldn't help but join him, your giggles chirpy and bubbly.
"Take it slowly." He advised you and, before you could say anything to that, he was taking another large toke.
This time, you were ready. You looked eager to please as your lips parted for him. You breathed in slow but deep. That lightheaded feeling returned two-fold but you couldn't find it in yourself to hate it.
Just looking at you, so pliant and obedient, made Ryouta hard in his jeans.
You leaned into him this time, your shoulders bumping against each other's and your cheek practically pressed against his "This feels good."
Then, you giggled at your words as if they were the funniest thing you'd ever heard in your life.
Ryouta nodded, an idea slowly forming in his head as his hand travelled from your hip forward to your bare stomach, his fingers ghosting over you in a way that both felt soothing and ticklish.
"I could make you feel even better, you know." He mentioned off-handedly.
His words made you perk up a little "Uhh-huh, how?"
"You want me to make you feel good, darling?" He asked before taking another long toke of the joint.
Your lips easily parted for him like the two of you had been shotgunning for years and the eager way you kept taking it from him only strengthened Ryouta's resolve.
He pulled you flush against him and you giggled as you shifted, your entire body now sideways in his lap. It surprised him how much he loved the feel of you like that, how you fit almost like a puzzle piece in his arms.
His head swam a little, though he didn't know if that was you or the weed. Sometimes, being with you felt like a high and it was the kind he thought he'd never get enough of.
Your soft fingers pressed against his cheek, pulling him out of his thoughts. You giggled again and, like a sixth sense, he knew what you wanted. Ryouta took another large inhale, breathing it out right into your parted lips.
Unlike before, though, he didn't immediately pull away. Instead, he put the joint down on an ashtray and pressed his lips firmly against yours in a rather messy kiss.
You returned it easily, your grip on him loose like you couldn't exactly control your body. In fact, your arm just laid across your shoulder, the other arm limply wrapping around his neck.
Ryouta's hand at your stomach dipped under the band of your bottoms and underneath your underwear, fingers easily finding your entrance.
Without hesitance, he started to work you open, fingers pressing slowly deeper and deeper into you. It made you gasp into the kiss and, almost immediately, he used it as an opportunity to slip his tongue in.
Before, your felt lightheaded. Now, though, this was an entirely different thing all together. Ryouta's every touch felt like it tingled and his kiss felt like it was making your mind swim. You couldn't focus on a single thought. All you could do was revel in his touch.
That was just amplified two fold as he fed finger after finger into you, two of them scissoring inside you, pressing against the parts of you that made you keen.
"That's it, darling. Good, good." He pulled away from the kiss far enough to mutter against your lips, watching as your eyes, pupils blown and gaze uncertain, seemed to roll into your head.
Ryouta rut his hips against your thigh, lips moving from yours to your neck, leaving searing biting kisses there.
Before long, your pliant soft body curved, stiffening as the most earth-shattering orgasm wracked over you.
You seemed to twitch from it's after-effects and all Ryouta could do was watch you, cock hard in his jeans and eager to see you do that again and again.
Without taking his fingers out of you, he used his free hand to pick up the joint again. I mean, a few more of those wouldn't hurt, right?
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Ashes of The Dragons
pairing: aemond targaryen x elaenyra velaryon (my oc)
summary: after six years and a dramatic event, prince aemond and princess elaenyra are brought back together.
warnings: SMUT, 18+ content, mature themes and language, uncle/niece incest, p in v sex, oral (female receiving), hand and finger kink, finger sucking, overstimulation, orgasm denial, soft and rough sex, valyrian fluff
word count: 8814
Ashes of The Dragons
"When family splits into Green and Black and blood is split, Blue cries her tears and Black ceases their rage, but Green persists until the last one dies. In the darkness of night, Green will join Blue, becoming Black. Blue will follow Black, and Green will follow Blue."
*
Elaenyra sat at the Painted Table with a book in her lap. The rough material of the leather was smooth beneath her hands, and the words on the paper, though in High Valyrian were clear in the common tongue in her eyes. In the distance on the island of Dragonstone, she could hear the faint roaring of Aenarys. The beastly dragon, though older, was still as temperamental as ever. Looking from the book on her lap to the window, she was hoping that her uncle and now good-father would be coming back soon.
Daemon always was kind to her, even when they had just met and he began teaching her the way of the blade and keeping her still wild dragon under control. He quickly grew to become a father figure for Elaenyra. Like her uncle, Aemond, Elaenyra claimed her dragon after the funeral of her aunt, Laena Velaryon. While holding the book in her lap, she also held the scroll from said uncle. It was the first one since the incident six years ago.
The door to the chamber opened, and in came her mother, Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen.
"The conqueror and his sisters sailed with a great army." Jacaerys translated. Elaenyra had always grown superstitious about his Valyrian education, considering the possibility he would not absorb the knowledge very well. And he wasn't. Maester Gerardys resumed.
"Se Blakuata Rasho dranot vilinio viartis." He spoke. Though he spoke in Valyrian, Elaenyra heard it in the common tongue, much like the case with her book. Jacaerys exhaled.
"And landed at the Blackwater Rush." He said. Rhaenyra walked closer, hand on her pregnant bump and softly rubbing.
"Dranot." Rhaenyra corrected.
"Dranot. Dranot. Dranot. At the end?" He asked. Elaenyra chuckled.
"The mouth." Elaenyra corrected.
"Mouth! Ah, come on, Jace, you knew that." He groaned. Elaenyra looked at her mother and smiled. Rhaenyra placed her hand on her daughter's head and played with her braid, also smiling.
"Dranot. Dranot." Jace repeated. Rhaenyra walked from her daughter's side to the other side of the Painted Table.
"Dranot vilinio viartis." Gerardys repeated.
"Dranot. Dranot. Come on, Jace." He groaned.
"Perhaps that's enough for this morning," Rhaenyra said.
"No, no. I-I want to keep going." Jace said. Rhaenyra looked surprised, but let her son continue anyway. "Maester."
"Guesi misenakson Aegon undas." Gerardys said.
"Aegon... ordered that the trees should be... killed!" Jace cheered. Elaenyra again laughed at her brother.
"Felled. It is a related word." Elaenyra said. Jacaerys groaned.
"I don't expect you to learn High Valyrian in a day, Jace," Rhaenyra said. Jacaerys huffed.
"A king should honour the traditions of his forebears!" He exclaimed. Elaenyra raised a brow at him.
"Unless you plan to depose mother and me, you have plenty of time to study." Elaenyra quipped. Jace fell silent. "Besides, you should have learned at the same time as me, and not just ways to command Vermax." Jace turned to her.
"Why is that?" He asked. Elaenyra closed the book and placed it on the table.
"I have a theory; when you are younger and learning a new language, the brain can absorb it much easier. Mainly derived from the brain's elasticity and rapid neural formation, or the critical period." Elaenyra spoke. Rhaenyra looked from her daughter to her son with a nod. Daemon walked in shortly after.
"Leave us," Rhaenyra said. Elaenyra quickly grabbed the book and scroll and left the room to the library. As soon as she stepped in, the servants had lit a fire in the large hearth. Though the fire was raging, Elaenyra grabbed the thick fur blanket hanging off a cushion and sat down with it draped over her legs, and placed the book back in her lap.
Opening it back up, Elaenyra looked upon the scroll that sat between two pages. Grabbing it, she began re-reading it.
Dearest Princess,
I do not think I have ever connected with any other person the way I have with you. When I picture you in my mind, that is when I feel it. The sudden sense of hope. You give me hope. You make any problem of mine melt into nothingness. No one else can do that for me but you. You are special.
Do you know that I have long loved you? It is most likely known by you, certainly your mother and mine, but I am going to say it again. There are no lies in these words, not one at all. Your smile has kept me alive. It is the one reason to keep me fighting. I would give you my soul for comfort, even if it leaves me dark and cold.
It feels like I have to once again greet you with goodbye.
Yours always,
Aemond
Oh, Aemond. Elaenyra set the parchment down and looked into the flames. Through the flames, she could see recollections of her memories with Aemond. From being infants and attending lessons together, to growing up together as close friends and claiming the largest dragons at the same time at Driftmark. Aenarys was closer to Vhagar than Meraxes, though he was the brother of Queen Rhaenys' dragon.
"You seem quite a contempt to lecture your brother." A voice said. Turning her head to the source of the sound, was Daemon walking into the library and sitting in the chair next to her.
"Care to explain what you mean?" Elaenyra jested with a smile, to which Daemon responded with his own.
"Your intelligence will be remembered, my dear," Daemon said. Elaenyra looked at him, softly smiling and leaning back in her chair, sighing in contentment.
"Maybe the only thing I will be remembered for. Other than my father is 'The Rogue Prince' and has proved himself to be a menace." She said. Daemon agreed.
"And the person who will wield Dark Sister after I die. You will use it to defend those who need it; innocents, family, and those who must prove themselves." Daemon said. Elaenyra chuckled.
"You have faith in me with a blade like that? A blade like that and the dragon I have, perhaps you are right, I will be remembered as what you said." She said. Daemon nodded.
*
Targaryen relics in the Red Keep were gone. In their place was Faith of the Seven propaganda. Seven pointed stars and the erotica on the walls were removed. It was shameful. The room she was given was no different from the one she stayed in when she was a girl: red canopy silks, a plethora of bookcases, and large windows. A raging fireplace, and a clear view of both the sea and the streets of the grand city. Elaenyra stood at the door leading to a balcony, closing her eyes and sighing as the breeze from the sea ran through her hair.
"Are your quarters comfortable?" A voice asked. Turning, she saw Ser Criston Cole. She had heard stories about him, and what he had done at her mother and father's wedding; killing his paramour. And the words and actions he has spat against her mother.
"Yes, Sir Criston. Thank you." She said in a soft tone. He nodded before continuing. Though he may have committed questionable acts, Elaenyra still kept up her kindness to him, in hopes of swaying his opinions. It would later prove futile.
"You have been summoned by Princess Rhaenyra." He said. Elaenyra slowly nodded and he held the door open.
"Thank you, but an escort will not be necessary, Ser Criston." She said and walked past him. He nodded. Walking the corridors, her fingers caressed the old brick walls. Under her fingers, she could feel the ages pass by her like the sea breeze. She continued walking until she saw a man with long ivory hair and a black eyepatch. Looking at him, she recognized the boy who was the dragonless prince, Aemond Targaryen. He walked past her without a word, until she turned back to see him looking at her with a smirk on his face. Her limbs froze under his eye, and memories flooded through her. From the times when they were children talking about the greatness of dragons to silently exchanging kisses in the corridors. And especially to him losing an eye after claiming the great she-dragon, Vhagar. In his one eye, she could see a glint of surprise and disbelief at her presence. She turned her head forward and continued walking towards her mother's chamber.
Approaching the heavy door, she knocked and opened it. Inside stood Rhaenyra in a lavish gown and her good-father sitting next to her. They were talking about Viserys I, and from the conversation, Elaenyra could estimate that his condition has worsened terribly.
"Mother," Elaenyra called. Rhaenyra smiled and approached her daughter, wrapping her in a hug.
"You seem tired," Rhaenyra said. Elaenyra scoffed.
"That's a lot coming from you." She pointed out and rubbed her mother's stomach. Rhaenyra chuckled.
"Well, you came in on dragonback. Long distances like that can be exhausting." Rhaenyra said. Elaenyra scoffed once again, making Rhaenyra smile at her.
"Anything to make Alicent tremble," Elaenyra spoke in Valyrian. Rhaenyra shushed her with a smile.
"You need to rest for the time when the petition arrives, and wash up little one. You reek of dragon." Rhaenyra said. Elaenyra went to speak up, but the sound of knocking interrupted her thoughts. The door opened revealing Aemond.
"Princess." He bowed his head.
"Aemond." Rhaenyra acknowledged. Aemond stepped in.
"If I may, could I steal Elaenyra away for a bit?" He asked. Rhaenyra looked from the ivory-haired man to her daughter and nodded. Elaenyra approached Aemond, letting him raise an arm to keep at her back as they walked out of the room.
*
The walk was quiet, just the sounds of feet on the stone floors and their breaths. Aemond's arm went from her back to linking with her arm, and the feeling of his cool leather tunic against her skin made her shiver. Aemond stopped the two of them and looked out one of the many windows. Elaenyra stood by his side as they looked out at the sea, seeing Vhagar and her dragon, Aenarys flying together. Very suddenly Elaenyra was overtaken by an image playing in her head.
"The ages will turn them to stone." She said out of the blue, making Aemond hum in question.
"I saw it so clearly. The next hundred years. The dragons will be dead, and the house of the dragon will be left to only a daughter. The remaining dragon eggs will turn to stone and never hatch. That time will come sooner than I think it will." Elaenyra responded. Aemond looked at her, curiosity in his eye, he reached his free hand to her and delicately held her hand, his fingers playing with hers before they finally conjoined their fingers.
"You've grown." He said. She chuckled.
"As have you," Elaenyra said with a smile. The two continued through the castle. The air was silent, but peaceful to both of them. Even as they approached the Godswood and stood beneath its leaves. Elaenyra stepped forward and stood by the bark of the tree. Aemond stepped back and watched her crouch before it, hand placed on the bark.
"This may be the only place in this blasted castle that will bring me any form of comfort." She said. Aemond watched as her eyes closed and she breathed in the air. Aemond was not afraid to admit to himself that he stared at her, and even more that he felt everything around him pause as he watched the wind blow through her hair.
He only stopped when he realized that her other hand had dug into the earth on her side. And the vein making itself known on her neck and forehead.
"Are you-" Elaenyra stood abruptly and walked towards Aemond.
"For the King's suffering, did the maesters prescribe the removal of Targaryen heraldry and the installation in its stead of various statues and stars?" Elaenyra blurted out. Aemond looked at her with shock, before she heavily exhaled and placed a hand on her forehead.
He approached her and grasped her hands.
"Is that what worries you?" Aemond asked. Reluctantly, she shook her head.
"What worries me is that the home I have grown up in has become a shell of what I remember. I was excited to come back, but everything has changed and home no longer feels like home." Elaenyra said. Aemond rubbed the back of her hand and sighed.
"I agree with you on that matter. I have also felt a little out of place here a brief time ago." He agreed. Elaenyra looked up at him with a raised brow and a smile.
"Brief?" She questioned. Aemond chuckled and leaned his head forward, placing his forehead on hers.
"Before I was told you and your family were coming back. Until then, the only thing that brought me comfort was being on Vhagar's back." Aemond admitted. Elaenyra chuckled.
"I remember your first ride on her," Elaenyra commented. Aemond scoffed.
"I would hope you remember considering you had claimed Aenarys at the same time. We flew side by side at Driftmark that day." Aemond said. Elaenyra smiled at him. Returning the favour, Elaenyra rubbed the back of Aemond's hands.
"How is Vhagar? Aenarys has been restless, and I imagine Vhagar has been the same." Elaenyra said. Aemond nodded.
"The histories have sung that they are closer than any other pair. It shouldn't come as a surprise when they are in distress when separated." He said.
*
Otto stood before the Iron Throne, both the Greens and the Blacks gathered in the room, and Vaemond Velaryon, Elaenyra's uncle. Elaenyra kept looking to the Greens' side to see Aemond looking right at her, a smirk on his face and eye gleaming with admiration.
"Though it is the great hope of this court that Lord Corlys Velaryon survive his wounds, we gather here with the grim task of dealing with the succession of Driftmark. As Hand, I speak with the King's voice on this and all other matters," Otto said and sat on the throne. "The crown will now hear the petitions. Ser Vaemond of House Velaryon."
Vaemond stepped forward in the room before the Hand and the throne.
"My Queen. My Lord Hand. The history of our noble houses extends beyond the Seven Kingdoms to the days of Old Valyria. For as long as House Targaryen has ruled the skies, House Velaryon has ruled the seas. When the Doom fell on Valyria, our houses became the last of their kind. Our forebearers came to this new land, knowing that were they to fail, it would mean the end to their bloodlines and their name. I have spent my entire life on Driftmark defending my brother's seat. I am Lord Corlys's closest kin, his own blood. The true, unimpeachable blood of House Velaryon runs through my veins." Vaemond claimed. Elaenyra rolled her eyes.
"As it does in my children, the offspring of Laenor Velaryon. If you cared so much about your house's blood, Ser Vaemond, you would not be so bold as to supplant its rightful heir. No, you only speak for yourself and for your own ambition." Rhaenyra argued. Alicent cut into Rhaenyra's statement.
"You will have chance to make your own petition, Princess Rhaenyra. Do Ser Vaemond the courtesy of allowing his to be heard." Alicent intervened. Her motive was noble, allowing one to stake his claim, but her voice made Elaenyra cringe. Elaenyra looked over at Alicent, but Aemond was looking right at Elaenyra, the same look in his eye. Vaemond turned to Rhaenyra. Elaenyra looked at Daemon and Dark Sister on his hip. She was tempted to draw the blade herself and cut down Vaemond for looking at her mother that way.
"What do you know of Velaryon blood, Princess? I could cut my veins and show it to you and you still wouldn't recognize it. This is about the future and survival of my house, not yours." Vaemond said and turned back to the Hand and the Queen. "My Queen, my Lord Hand. This is a matter of blood, not ambition. I place the continuation of the survival of my house and my line above all. I humbly put myself before you as my brother's successor...the Lord of Driftmark and Lord of the Tides."
"Thank you, Ser Vaemond," Otto said. Vaemond turned on his heel and stepped off the floor.
"Princess Rhaenyra, you may now speak for your son, Lucerys Velaryon," Otto said. Rhaenyra stepped forward with her arms crossed over her bump.
"If I am to grace this farce with some answer, I will start by reminding the court that nearly 20 years ago, in this very--" The doors opened. Rhaenyra turned, and all the attention turned to the door.
"King Viserys of House Targaryen, the First of His Name, King of the Andals, and the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm." A guard announced. Viserys stumbled through the doors. Half his face was covered with a gilded mask, his hair had all but fallen out and his face was littered with scarring. Elaenyra noticed the look of fear and dread on Alicent's face and the bewilderment on Rhaenyra's face. Viserys turned and faced Otto.
"I will sit the throne today." He stated.
"Your Grace." Otto acknowledged. Viserys stepped to the throne, limping, and a guard stepped forward to help him.
"I will be fine. I will be fine." Viserys said. Stepping forward, his crown fell onto the crown. Daemon stepped forward, picking the crown off the ground and holding it.
"I said I'm fine," Viserys said. Once he turned and saw it was Daemon that stood by him, he made no objections.
"Come on," Daemon whispered. Daemon helped him up to the throne and sat on it. Daemon reached forward, placed the crown on his head, and stepped back before rejoining his family, as did Rhaenyra.
"I must... admit... my confusion. I do not understand why petitions are being heard over a settled succession. The only one present... who might offer keener insight into Lord Corlys' wishes is the Princess Rhaenys." Viserys said. All eyes turned to Rhaenys.
"Indeed, Your Grace," Rhaenys said and stepped forward. "It was ever my husband's will that Driftmark pass through Ser Laenor to his trueborn son... Lucerys Velaryon. His mind never changed. Nor did my support of him. As a matter of fact, the Princess Rhaenyra has just informed me of her desire to marry her sons Jace and Luke to Lord Corlys's granddaughters, Baela and Rhaena. A proposal to which I heartily agree." Rhaenys proposed. Elaenyra smiled to herself, again meeting Aemond's eye and seeing a hidden one grace his face.
"Well... the matter is settled. Again. I hereby reaffirm Prince Lucerys of House Velaryon as heir to Driftmark, the Driftwood Throne, and the next Lord of the Tides." Viserys proclaimed. Vaemond grew enraged.
"You break law... and centuries of tradition to install your daughter as heir. Yet you dare tell me... who deserves to inherit the name Velaryon. No. I will not allow it." Vaemond said. Elaenyra swallowed the lump in her throat. The tension began growing.
"Allow it?" Viserys questioned. "Do not forget yourself, Vaemond."
"That is no true Velaryon, and certainly no nephew of mine," Vaemond shouted. Rhaenyra turned to Lucerys.
"Go to your chambers. You have said enough." Rhaenyra said.
"Lucerys is my true-born grandson. And you... are no more than the second son of Driftmark." Viserys countered.
"You... may run your house as you see fit... but you will not decide the future of mine. My house survived the Doom and a thousand tribulations besides. And gods be damned... I will not see it ended on the account of this--" Vaemond stopped himself. Daemon stepped in.
"Say it." Daemon encouraged. His eyes flashed with anger, and Elaenyra did the same as she stood by Daemon, eyes burning into Vaemond with the fury of a thousand dragons. Aemond could see that from her as well, and he stood on the complete opposite side of the throne room.
"Her children... are bastards! And she... is... a whore." Vaemond accused. Viserys stood from the throne and drew the Catpaw from his hip.
"I... will have your tongue for that," Viserys said. In a flash, Daemon had stood behind Vaemond and sliced half his head, and Vaemond's body dropped to the floor. The Greens all stepped back, with Helaena covering her ears and trembling.
"He can keep his tongue," Daemon said. Elaenyra watched with admonishment.
"Disarm him!" The guards called.
"No need," Daemon said, wiping the blood off his sword. Elaenyra saw Aemond look from Vaemond's body, and to see Daemon with a newfound look of admiration. It shocked Elaenyra. Viserys groaned and fell forward.
"Call the maesters!" Alicent called and rushed to Viserys, as did Rhaenyra.
"Father?" Rhaenyra asked. Elaenyra stepped forward, as did Aemond, but he walked to Elaenyra and held her in his arms. Elaenyra could see the shock and disappointment in Aegon, but a silent cheer resonated through Helaena. Elaenyra walked from Aemond to the still-trembling Helaena and held her small hands in Elaenyra's gloved ones.
"Please, my love. You must take something for the pain." Alicent pleaded, holding Viserys in her arms.
"I will not cloud my mind. I must set things right." Viserys said. The maesters came and quickly dragged away Viserys. Elaenyra never had much of a relationship with Viserys, but the idea of her losing her grandsire when she still had much to do made her stomach churn, and Aemond knew it. Aemond rubbed his hand on the small of her back. Alicent watched, disgusted and fuming at her son's actions, but the son could not care less.
*
All the Greens and Blacks stood around the table. Elaenyra sat in between Aegon and Jacaerys, directly in front of where Viserys will be sitting. Indistinct conversations surrounded the room until the doors opened. Everyone stood as Viserys was carried into the room. Everyone sat back down, and Elaenyra noticed Aemond eying her.
"How good it is to see you all tonight, together," Viserys said. The room fell into silence, and the only notable tension was Aemond and Elaenyra giving each other secret looks across the table.
"Prayer before we begin?" Alicent questioned.
"Yes," Viserys responded. Everyone folded their hands over the table.
"May the Mother smile down on this gathering with love. May the Smith mend the bonds that have been broken for far too long. And to Vaemond Velaryon, may the gods give him rest." Alicent prayed. Elaenyra opened her eyes to see Daemon smirking. Elaenyra quickly grabbed a grape and threw it at Daemon, making him silently chuckle. She looked over to see Aemond eying her and also silently chuckling.
"This is an occasion for celebration, it seems. My grandsons, Jace and Luke, will marry their cousins, Baela and Rhaena, further strengthening the bond between our houses. A toast to the young Princes... and their betrothed" Viserys began. Everyone raised their glasses.
"Hear, hear!" Daemon cheered.
"Well done, Jace. You'll finally get to lie with a woman." Aegon said between Elaenyra to Jacaerys. Jacaerys set his goblet down and leaned back in the chair, biting back a response.
"Let us toast as well Prince Lucerys... the future Lord of the Tides," Viserys said, and everyone again raised their glasses.
"Hear, hear," Baela said.
"You'll be great." Rhaena encouraged. Elaenyra smiled to herself. Her heart fluttered in her chest, and for once after so long, she was happy.
"You do know how the act is done, I assume? At least in principle? Where to put your cock and all that?" Aegon pressed. Elaenyra grimaced.
"Let it be, cousin," Baela added. Elaenyra grabbed a knife and hid it under her napkin sitting over her dress.
"You can play the jester if you wish, but hold your tongue before my betrothed," Jacaerys responded. Viserys stood from the chair.
"It both gladdens my heart and fills me with sorrow to see these faces around the table. The faces most dear to me in all the world... yet grown so distant from each other in the years past." He begun. Viserys reached up and began unclasping the mask. Pulling it off, he set it on the table. He had a hole through the side of his mouth, and an eye missing from its socket. "My own face... is no longer a handsome one... if indeed it ever was. But tonight... I wish you to see me... as I am. Not just a King... but your father. Your brother. Your husband... and your grandsire. Who may not, it seems... walk for much longer among you. Let us no longer hold ill feelings in our hearts. The crown cannot stand strong if the House of the Dragon remains divided. But set aside your grievances. If not for the sake of the crown... then for the sake of this old man who loves you all so dearly." He said and dropped back in his seat.
Elaenyra looked from Aemond and Lucerys. Uncertain and on edge. Rhaenyra stood, glass raised and head high.
"I wish to raise my cup to Her Grace, the Queen. I love my father. But I must admit that no one has stood... more loyally by his side than his good wife. She has tended to him with... unfailing devotion, love, and honor. And for that, she has my gratitude... and my apology." Rhaenyra declared and sat down. Elaenyra felt tears come to her eyes.
"Your graciousness moves me deeply, Princess. We are both mothers... and we love our children. We have more in common than we sometimes allow." Alicent said and stood from her chair. "I raise my cup to you and to your house. You will make a fine queen."
Otto looked up at Alicent with his brow raised. Everyone drank. Aegon stood and walked by Baela to fill his cup.
"I... I regret the disappointment you are soon to suffer. But if you ever wish to know what it is to be well satisfied, all you have to do is ask." Aegon poked at Jacaerys and Baela. Jacaerys shot from his chair, slamming his hands on the table and getting the attention of everyone in the room, and even Aemond stood, ready to defend his brother. Jacaerys raised his cup, and "punched" Aegon's shoulder.
"To Prince Aegon and Prince Aemond. We have not seen each other in years, but I have fond memories of our shared youth." Jacaerys said. Elaenyra raised her brows as she drank. Fond memories? The last memory you have is Luke taking his bloody eye. "And as men, I hope we may yet be friends and allies. To you and your family's good health, dear uncles." Jacaerys finished and drank.
"To you as well," Aegon said, and Aemond sat back down.
"Beware the beast beneath the boards," Helaena spoke to herself.
"Well done, my boy," Viserys said. Helaena shot up with her glass in hand.
"I would like to toast to Baela and Rhaena. They'll be married soon. It isn't so bad. Mostly he just ignores you... except sometimes when he's drunk." Helaena said with a smile. Elaenyra laughed into her wine, as did Daemon. Seven bless her.
"Good," Otto said.
"Let us have some music," Viserys said, pounding the floor with his cane. Jace stood and walked to Helaena, holding his hand out. The two stood to dance. Looking around the table, Elaenyra felt true joy in her heart. The faces of the people in her family, though some may have been more reluctant, they were still family. But, it also felt wrong. It was as if they were all actors in a play, pretending to be a happy family when so much backstabbing and dishonesty had spread rampantly. The Greens and their undisputed hatred towards Elaenyra's mother, and the history of Rhaenyra and Alicent.
From being best friends to enemies in a small number of years. Especially with Alicent getting fed lies from Ser Otto daily.
"Guards," Alicent called. As Viserys was carried out, the large pan of roasted pig entered. When set down, Elaenyra saw Aemond and Lucerys staring each other down. Before Aemond slammed his hand on the table and stood up, glass in hand.
"Final tributes." He said. All eyes were on him now. And Elaenyra remembers Aemond as one to be more secluded and quiet. This was new. Aemond turned his head and looked at Elaenyra.
"First. To my lovely, beautiful, and pure Princess, Elaenyra Velaryon. I promise to always be dutiful towards you and protect you from all the dangers of the world." He toasted. Elaenyra looked at him, shocked and her mouth slightly opened. Her chest heaved under her dress and her face flushed pink. Everyone else at the table had the same expression; shocked, confused, and disappointed from Alicent, Otto, Daemon, Rhaenyra, and Aegon. Helaena smiled at her brother and raised her glass
"Velaryon? She'll be a Targaryen soon and bare Aemond's children." Helaena said. Elaenyra hid her red face behind her hands. Aemond drank from the cup at his sister's words.
"And how many beautiful she will bare," Aemond added. Gods, take me now.
"Finally. To the health of my nephews: Jace...Luke...and Joffrey. Each of them handsome, wise...strong." Aemond said. Alicent folded her hands together.
"Aemond." The Queen scolded.
"Come...Let us drain our cups to these three...Strong boys." He said. Elaenyra grimaced.
"I dare you to say that again." Jace combated.
"Why? 'Twas only a compliment." Aemond argued. Jace approached Aemond, and Aemond approached Jace. "Do you not think yourself Strong?" He questioned. Before Jace was able to throw his punch, Elaenyra shot up and grabbed Jace by his hair, and threw him to the ground in front of Helaena.
"Stop this madness! Did you not hear what our grandsire said about the House of the Dragon?!" Elaenyra shouted. Rhaenyra and Daemon approached and stood in front of Jace, Luke, and Elaenyra.
"Why would you say such a thing before these people?" Alicent questioned Aemond.
"I was merely expressing how proud I am of my family, Mother. Mm, thought it seems my nephews aren't quite as proud of theirs." Aemond responded. Elaenyra huffed and turned to Aemond, slapping him hard across his face. That alone took the entire assembly by surprise. Even though Aemond had lost an eye, the harsh delivery of Elaenyra's slap looked like that hurt him more. Elaenyra stormed out of the room, slamming the doors behind her.
*
Elaenyra walked the halls of the Keep, fists balled by her side and her brow knitted together. As she walked, she realized she had begun approaching the Queen's Apartments. Walking by the door, she could hear faint voices growing much louder and that the heavy door was cracked open.
"Is that what you are? A traitor?!" It was Alicent who yelled, but at who, Elaenyra did not yet know. Until a voice was quick to answer.
"You call me a traitor for loving someone? For caring?" It was Aemond. Elaenyra stood by the doorframe as she listened in.
"You care? You betrayed our family, Aemond!" Alicent again shouted.
"What fucking family are we? You sit here waiting for father to die, and what a beautiful love story you have! You have only expressed care over Aegon because he was the only reason father wanted you, for a son. Then the rest of us came, and we mean nothing to you. You call me a traitor, but it was you who split this family, all because of your desire to have Aegon be crowned king, and it was you who learned me of betrayal!" He shouted in response. Elaenyra froze in her spot before the sound of his heavy steps approaching the door brought her back to reality. He stopped before the door.
"If I will ever have a family, it will be the one I make with Elaenyra, and no one will stop me from marrying her." He said and walked out of the room. Elaenyra quickly moved from the area, hastily looking to follow wherever Aemond had gone, but the winding of the halls took hold of her and she found herself lost. Until she followed the sound of a raging brazier, and into the throne room she went. Standing before the throne, Elaenyra slowly approached the magnificent piece of history with her hand outstretched. Very gently, Elaenyra grasped the pummel of a sword. She looked up at it, preserving this moment in her mind. Even while she looked at it, her mind replayed all the events that had transpired centuries before her. Aegon the Dragon and his sisters, King Aenys and Maegor the Cruel, with his Black Brides, and the sights of him upon Balerion and Visenya on Vhagar, and the peaceful reign of her great-grandsire, Jaehaerys.
"The swords of Aegon the Dragon's enemies all melted and forged together with the inferno of Balerion the Black Dread. But I'm sure you knew that." A voice said. Elaenyra turned her head and saw Aemond descending the steps. Turning her head back, she looked at the charred metal of the swords.
"Everyone knows that, Aemond." She responded. She heard him chuckle and his steps approach. She could feel his heat radiating onto her. Elaenyra sighed.
"You should sit on it. I think you would look magnificent." He said. She laughed, before turning her back to the throne and slowly sitting down. Her other hand rested on the side of the throne, and with a playful smile, Aemond dropped to one knee before her.
"Mayhaps it should be you that becomes Queen after your mother has completed her reign," Aemond said, head down. Elaenyra again chuckled.
"And would you be my King?" She asked. He raised his head.
"If you'd have me." He said hand pressed to his heart. She smiled. When moving her hand to extend it to him, a blade from the throne sliced the palm of her hand. She hissed and looked at the blood dripping from her hand to the stone floor.
"When family splits into Green and Black and blood is split, Blue cries her tears and Black ceases their rage, but Green persists until the last one dies. In the darkness of night, Green will join Blue, becoming Black. Blue will follow Black, and Green will follow Blue." Elaenyra whispered. Aemond looked at her, confused until he looked upon her dripping palm. Standing up, his hand gently cupped her palm and raised it to his lips. Looking into her eyes, he licked at the blood streaming from the cut. The metallic taste lingered on his tongue, and the aftertaste of fire and brimstone remained much longer.
Still holding her hand, he pulled her from the throne and began leading her from the grand hall. The sound of a kingsguard knight approaching stopped both Aemond and Elaenyra. It was Ser Criston Cole.
"My prince, my princess. His Grace has called for the both of you." He said. The two looked at each other before going to where Viserys had stayed.
*
The door opened, letting Elaenyra and Aemond inside the King's chambers. The room was dark, save for a few lit candelabras by the King's bedside. Pulling back the curtain and standing at his bedside, Viserys faintly opened his remaining eye and reached his hand out for Elaenyra. She grabbed it and squeezed, trying to fight the burn in her throat.
"Your Grace," Elaenyra whispered. He forced himself up and groaned in discomfort. Within the next hour, he was going to be gone.
"My granddaughter, my son." Viserys acknowledged. Elaenyra wiped away the tears on her cheek. Viserys pointed over to a stationary kit, and Aemond walked over, grabbing it and holding the quill in his hand.
"Write what I say, my son." Viserys pleaded and Aemond nodded. Opening his eye, Viserys looked at his son.
"I, Viserys of House Targaryen, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, hereby declare that upon my death, my granddaughter, Elaenyra, daughter of my heir, Princess Rhaenyra, wed my son, Prince Aemond of House Targaryen." Viserys declared. Quickly writing it all, Aemond handed it to Viserys to sign it. Signing it and sealing it with a golden dragon wax seal, Aemond set it aside and looked upon Viserys.
With a heavy inhale, Viserys began speaking.
"My son, Aemond, please forgive me for my absence through your life, both yours and your siblings. Aegon, Helaena, Daeron, Rhaenyra, and you, my children, my beloved children. Forgive me for my sins." Viserys pleaded.
"Father--" Aemond paused.
"Mayhaps if I had been more present in your lives, all this hatred and grief would not have happened. Please forgive me, and make peace where I failed." Viserys begged. In a rapid motion, Aemond grabbed his father's free hand. Elaenyra stepped back, letting them have their moment in peace and silence.
"Love each other, you and Elaenyra, like I should have loved your mother," Viserys said. Aemond nodded. The two sat in silence for a long number of minutes until Elaenyra walked back, kissing Viserys on the forehead and trying her hardest to keep the broken sob from leaving her mouth.
"Goodnight, grandfather." She said. He weakly smiled at her as Aemond and Elaenyra left the room and closed the heavy door behind them. Aemond grasped her hand, seeing the blood in her palm.
"Come, I'll take care of your wound." He said, and began leading her away, to Aemond's apartments.
*
Opening the door, Aemond let Elaenyra into the large room. Elaenyra marvelled at the height of the ceilings and the raging inferno in the quartz fireplace. Pillars decorated the walls and silk curtains draped from them, hiding a large bed. The windows spanned from the floor to the ceiling, with a view of the city and a balcony.
"Elaenyra." He called. Elaenyra turned her head to see Aemond holding linen in his hand. "For your wound." He finished. Elaenyra walked over and extended her hand to him. Elaenyra watched as he wrapped the bandage around her cut. Aemond secured it, but still did not release her hand. Elaenyra only looked at where he held her wounded hand. It was calloused and built from years of training, and Elaenyra revelled in the feeling of his skin on her. It was clear now to Elaenyra. The lightning sparked to life under his skin, heating his blood like the dragon he was. And Alicent will never understand that for all she sees is her baby, her dutiful Aemond.
His eye held a wild glint in it, completely different from the drunken shine of his worthless and vile brother. Elaenyra withdrew her hand and looked into his eye. To her surprise, Aemond had a bashful look on his face.
"We were children when last we saw another," Aemond said. She nodded and raised her hand to rest on his tunic, slowly going up until she reached his collar.
"Elaenyra." He whispered.
"We are no longer children." She whispered. Nodding, Aemond stepped closer to her, faces inches from one another. Elaenyra leaned forward a bit, looking at Aemond for permission. When he nodded, she leaned in and pressed her lips against his. Their lips together felt like fire sparking into a raging inferno as Aemond pressed his body against her, hands tangling into her curly tresses. Elaenyra sighed into the kiss as Aemond bit into her lower lip. The metal taste of her blood danced on his tongue and set his body aflame.
"Your taste is so sweet, Elaenyra." He said. Elaenyra slowly pulled back, desiring the feeling of Aemond's lips to linger a bit longer. Her hands reached behind his head to undo the wrapping that tied his hair back, letting it fall and fan around his shoulders. Her head leaned forward, foreheads connecting.
"I want you." She whispered. Grabbing her hand, Aemond led her through the curtains to the grand bed. Standing to the side of the bed, Aemond held her head in his hands as he pressed another desire-fueled kiss to her silky lips. He was hesitant. Elaenyra reached up and grasped his wrists, looking into his eye as he pulled back.
"Fall into me and I'll catch you." She whispered. He nodded, hands withdrawing and reaching the back of her dress, untying the laces and pulling the dress from her shoulders. Aemond's lips pressed against each inch of skin that was revealed, and she grasped handfuls of leather on his vest.
"Aemond." Elaenyra whimpered. Her mouth fell open with a gasp as he bit into her skin. Pulling back, he looked at the growing red mark on her shoulder with satisfaction.
"I love you." He admitted. "I am who I am because of you. You are every reason, every hope, and every dream I've ever had, and no matter what happens to us in the future, I will always be yours." He spoke. Elaenyra quietly sniffled as her eyes grew glossy. His hands held her face and wiped away a tear.
"Don't cry, my love. Please don't." He said. She shook her head, beginning to undo the claspings on his vest, and pulled it off, moving to the laces of his shirt. Slowly pulling it off, Elaenyra let her eyes wander over his torso and upper chest. He was toned, not overly built as she had seen of Ser Harwin, but enough to see the muscles that built beneath his skin. Once again, she felt him hesitate.
"Don't leave. And don't hesitate." She pleaded. He nodded, again placing his forehead against hers.
"I'll never give you away. I already made that mistake." He said. Grabbing what remained of the dress, he pulled it off her and left her in the slip beneath it. The see-through fabric did nothing to hide her breasts or stomach, and a flame burst through him. In a frenzy, he kicked off his boots and unlaced his pants, not yet pulling them off. Instead, he grabbed the back of her thighs and laid her on the bed, and climbed on top of her. The heat of the room ran through her, drenching her neck and hands in sweat. Aemond once again pressed his lips against hers, more gently compared to the last ones. The other ones were fervent and spirited, this one was delicate and soft.
"I heard what you said to Alicent about me." She said between kisses. He smiled to himself, and hands fumbled with the tie on her slip.
"I meant it. Every word was true." He said. She smiled at Aemond with a chuckle and sat up.
"I know you meant it." She spoke, her eyes glinting with softness. Aemond smirked and pulled at the tie on her slip, watching it fall and bundle around her stomach.
"And I'd prove it a million times over if you asked me to," Aemond said. Kissing her once again, Aemond shredded her slip from her body, resulting in her biting back a squeal. The sound left his mouth as he watched her shiver was obscene and vile. Surely one his mother would not be proud about, or hers. Elaenyra tugged at his pants, pleading for him to take them off. Standing to the side of the bed, he stripped himself of his confines and watched as Elaenyra's eyes settled on what was now visible.
"Eyes on me, my love." He said. She looked up at him, eyes dark and body radiating heat from the raging fire. Slowly, Aemond got down on one knee before the bed and grabbed her legs, pulling her body close to him.
"I have waited far too long for this, I will not waste another moment when I could finally quell my hunger for you." He said and used his fingers to divide her folds before licking a slow strip up. Elaenyra shuddered and sealed her eyes shut. Her hands fisted the sheets beneath her as Aemond worked his tongue all over her sopping petals, making her bite into her lip, hoping to quell the sounds of her arousal. Much to Aemond's distaste. He had waited years for this moment, he will not see Elaenyra silence herself.
"You would try and deny me the sounds of your pleasure?" He questioned. She shook her head violently.
"If anyone were to hear..." She fell silent as his thumb found her throbbing clit, in place of her words, and an aggressive groan left her throat. He wore a deviant smirk.
"You were saying?" He mocked. Her back arched off the bed and her hands found their way to his hair, tangling in it and lightly tugging. Aemond groaned, the sound hitting Elaenyra's ears so perfectly that she bit into her bottom lip and smiled. Elaenyra squealed as Aemond forced a finger inside her, again smirking as her expression hardened.
"Sing for me some more, won't you?" He asked. Kissing at her clit, Elaenyra moaned on contact and silently praised the gods for his tongue. His hands smoothed over the skin of her thighs as he ate at her. Her lips remained parted as light breaths fell from her, but grew in volume as his finger worked inside her and caressed the sweet spot that made her toes curl. Her body grew quick to be drenched in sweat as her orgasm began racing towards her and tugging more roughly on his hair.
"Please." She whimpered. Looking at her from between her thighs, Aemond worked faster against her and took great satisfaction from the trembling of her legs. Inserting another finger, Elaenyra squealed, making Aemond chuckle against her skin.
"Such a beautiful sound. I wonder what your mother would think if she heard you cry out for me like that." Aemond said. Elaenyra's head fell back into the sheets as her back again arched off the bed, her mouth falling open and groaning.
Her mouth formed into a perfect 'o' shape, her back arching off the bed and hands fisting the sheets below her for mercy. She could feel something in her belly start to tighten, and it raced towards her, almost uncomfortable.
"..Aemond?! Aemond, what is...what is that?" She questioned. Pleading, she hopes he had the answer. Aemond pulled away from her clit with a pop, before looking up at her with a satisfied smirk, and mouth coated in her arousal.
"What are you talking about, my love?" He asked. Aemond waited for Elaenyra to gather her thoughts. The hand that held her thigh began to squeeze the skin calmly lightly and gently caressing the smooth skin of her inner thigh, with his knuckles lightly going down to reach her heated cunt. Without rush, Aemond softly dragged the pads of his calloused fingertips along her soaked folds, nonchalantly spreading her lips and occasionally dipping in the tip of one of his fingers inside, collecting her arousal and spreading it over her folds. She could barely focus, her eyes half-lidded with lust and pleasure, her limbs sweaty.
"My stomach feels strange." She confessed, feeling confused and her limbs becoming heavy. Aemond nodded, though he knew she was not paying attention - instead, she stared at the ceiling, her mind elsewhere and pretty face blissed out. Nonetheless, Aemond did not stop reassuring her that she was safe with him.
"You're alright, my love. You are experiencing your first orgasm. Do not fret, my love. I have you, I have you. Just relax with me. Can you do that for me, my love?" He asked. She pleasantly hummed, before feeling Aemond pinch her lower belly, causing her to wince in discomfort and her whole body flinch.
"I need verbal confirmation, my sweet niece." He said lowly, though he continued prodding one of his fingers against her leaking hole, hearing a faint "yes!" come from Elaenyra, before sliding one of his long fingers inside her.
"That's my sweet niece." He commended, leaning his head back down and dragging his tongue along her clit once again. Her body shuddered to hear him call her his sweet niece. And Aemond knew.
"Hmm. So wet for me. What, does it arouse you knowing your uncle will fuck you stupid?" He questioned. She nodded feverishly and arched her back off the bed.
"Oh...please, please! Aemond - I can't... I can't h-hold it..." Elaenyra wailed and thrashed against the sheets. Someone heard that. Aemond did not stop, instead, he went harder and faster, urged by his desire to take anything she was willing to give.
"Cum for me, my love. Cum for your uncle." He demanded, words mumbled against her clit, but audible nonetheless. Elaenyra could feel his teeth just barely scrape against her pulsating clit, just as he tried pushing a third finger into her sopping cunt, making her cry out in his chamber. Once the third finger was pushed inside - a tight fight, but managing - Aemond started pumping all three fingers as quickly as possible, simultaneously licking and sucking at her puffy clit, making her whine so prettily.
"Oh, fuck." She cried, eyes widening as she let the curse slip from her mouth. She couldn't focus, since the beginning of her orgasm began approaching, making the band in her belly tighten to the point of it bordering pain. Aemond quickly switched his fingers for his tongue, his tongue starting to delve deep inside her dripping cunt. His fingers now swirling in her clit in fast, tight circles. The pressure on your clit as well as the wet muscle of Aemond's tongue was enough to have her burst all over his face.
She was panting, and a crying mess. Tears were pooling in her eyes and little hiccups escaped her. Removing his mouth from her, he gently kissed along her thighs and sat up from his now sore knees. Her hiccups were replaced with whimpers of overstimulation. There was a ringing in her ears, a numbness tingling her fingertips, soft lips trailing up her skin, leaving delicate touches along the skin. She was spent. Completely spent. But when she looked down at his erect cock, her eyes widened, completely petrified. Aemond climbed on top of her, before switching for her to be sitting on him, legs on either side of his hips.
"We go at your pace, agreed?" He asked. She nodded. But, she is immediately shy about her body being so exposed. She took his hands, squeezing as she slowly lowered onto his cock.
"I..." The words wouldn't leave her mouth. She tried to sink onto him, but the burn stopped her.
"Take your time, love. It is quite alright." He comforted. The nerves slowly fell away and began sinking further down him. Her head fell back, an obscene moan leaving her mouth. She was small standing next to him, and she was still small while atop him. Aemond kissed her neck, while open-mouthed and groaning at her tightness.
"Gods, I can cum just from this." He groaned. Pressing her hands on his chest, she pushed him down onto the bed. Aemond saw the wild look in her eyes, and he refused to acknowledge that it made his restraint start withering away. Finally fully seated on him, Elaenyra huffed in desperation and grabbed his hand. Pressing it to her lower stomach, Elaenyra slowly began grinding on him. Beneath his hand, Aemond could feel where he rested inside her, and his slightly agape mouth was replaced with a wicked grin.
"You take me so well. Almost like you were made to be fucked by me." He said. Elaenyra threw her head back and smiled.
"We were meant to burn together, Aemond." She spoke, the language of High Valyrian falling off her tongue so effortlessly and beautifully it made Aemond's eyes roll into the back of his head.
"The Velaryons are made of the sea. But you and I, are made of fire." Aemond replied, also in High Valyrian. Elaenyra released her hold on him and let him sit up. Aemond gathered her in his arms and kissed her. Mini explosions ran through her blood and set her skin ablaze, drenching her body in more sweat. She had wasted no time in gathering her strength and raising herself from him before sinking back down. Her jaw fell slack and her arms wrapped around his neck, nails digging into his skin as she whimpered. His hands were firmly placed on her hips, aiding her in her ministrations. Her head fell into his neck where kissed ever so lightly. Removing a hand, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back harshly. Her lidded eyes were dazed and glossy, but when meeting Aemond's eye and seeing the darkness, her eyes shot wide open.
"You scare me, Aemond." She moaned. Aemond smirked and kissed her harshly.
"Good." He said. His hand left her hair and delved between their bodies, connecting at her clit and rubbing in harsh circles. She squealed as her walls fluttered around his cock.
"Shit!" Aemond shouted. Grabbing the back of her thighs, Aemond turned them onto her back with him atop her. Aemond finally gave in and let his carnal desires take over as he relentlessly pounded away at her insides. Unapologetically, Elaenyra screamed as an uncomfortable feeling settled in her lower stomach. Aemond was quick to slap a hand over her mouth to keep her quiet as he chased his release.
Aemond's hips stilled as he emptied his seed inside her. Lifting her in his hands, Aemond kissed her sweaty forehead and smiled at her. Following, Aemond again pressed his forehead to hers.
"I'm yours, Elaenyra. I am yours, and you are mine, from this day until the end of my days. May the Gods take me if I break this oath to you, my love." Aemond declared. Brushing a hand through his ivory locks, Elaenyra smiled at him and kissed the tip of his nose.
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21. Life with You
Part Twenty One of Every Little Thing!
CW: Mentions of guns
“Which color do you think?” She asked, one hand placed on her lower back and the other on her stomach as she looked at the paint tins, “What about a soft yellow? I kind of like green though.” She mused as she looked over the colors again. The current color was a beige, but she’d since decided that she wanted to do a different color for the walls.
“I don’t know,” He mumbled as he looked over her shoulder, “Why not do a red?” He asked as he scrunched his nose up, looking thoughtful as he moved a few paces away. She thought about it for a moment, then found a new idea forming.
“Oh my gosh,” She exclaimed as she tugged on his arm, “You know what we should decorate it as?” She grinned as she held onto his arm, smiling brightly as she waited to share her great idea with him.
“What?” He grumbled, looking a little disgruntled as he set the red paint tin down. He moved his arm around her waist, giving her waist a gentle squeeze as he nestled her full tummy up against him.
“Winnie the Pooh,” She gasped as she held onto her cheeks, “Oh, think about it. We could do it as the hundred acre woods with all of the little stuffed animals.” She told him excitedly as she reached down to rub at her tummy, sure that at least one of the babies was agreeable by the soft flutters she felt against her skin.
“I thought you wanted to do farm animals?” He asked curiously as he turned towards her, wrinkling his eyebrows together like he didn’t understand why she was suddenly changing her mind.
“But don’t you think this would be cuter?” She asked him seriously, feeling like her mind kept hopping between different ideas. She couldn’t decide which one she liked better now.
“I’m okay with whatever you want.” He said with a brief shrug of his shoulders. She sighed deeply, desperately wanting some of his ideas. She felt like he was letting her make a lot of the decisions, almost like he didn’t feel like his ideas were good enough.
“Gator,” She whined as she held onto his arm, “I need you to help me. I can’t make up my mind on my own.” He sent her a dry look in response as she began to tug on his arm, holding onto until she got his demeanor to crack.
“I like the farm animals,” He grinned as he wrapped his arms around her waist, then rocked her back and forth, “Like we already had planned.” He said softly as he nudged his nose against her cheek gently. She giggled at the sensation, shivering a bit from how cold it was.
“You’re sure?” She asked him as she leaned against him, admiring the way his nose curved. She flicked her eyes over the moles on his cheeks, having a sudden urge to reach out and touch them. She felt lucky. He was so handsome and so very sweet to her.
“We already got all of this stuff,” He laughed as she kissed her cheek, “But if you really want to change it.” He mumbled as he cupped her chin softly, tilting her face up so he could look at her better. She grinned underneath his touch.
“Hm,” She thought for a moment as she held onto him, brushing her fingers over his leather jacket, “You’re right. Let’s just keep it.” She replied thoughtfully, feeling like a farm would be a cute nursery theme.
“Yeah?” He smiled as he rubbed her back gently, “Do you want to stick with the blue then?” He peeped down at her again, tilting his head as he watched for any cracks in her expression.
“I like the blue,” She nodded her head in confirmation, grimacing as she straightened out her shoulders again, “I wish I could get my back to pop.” She mumbled as she twisted her hips about, feeling like her lower back had never been so stiff before in her life.
“I’d list you but I don’t want to scramble their brains,” Gator teased as he lifted the paint bucket into the cart, “Do you want to look at the wall decorations?” He asked as he linked their fingers together. She nodded her head quickly, wanting to get the rest of the nursery finished as soon as they could.
The afternoon was filled with decorating and building inside of the nursery. Daphne worked on part of it out in the hallway while Gator handled the paint. She felt a little bad that he had to do so much on his day off, but he insisted on being the one to put everything together.
“What do you think?” He asked as he shuffled the one crib against the wall. Thus far there was a crib on two different sides, but she was beginning to wonder if they’d need them closer together by the time the twins arrived.
“Cute,” She smiled as she handed him the mobile that had little sheep and horses spinning around, “Can you hang this up?” She asked gleefully, smiling happily at the little find that she had made. The other one had cows and chickens on it.
“Of course,” He chuckled as he moved back onto his step ladder to do so, “Anything else you need to set up?” He teased her as he worked on setting it up. She smiled sheepishly as she held up the next mobile.
“Hey, I’m helping,” She laughed, “With what I’m able to do.” She pointed out, remembering how he had specifically told her not to do anything that was too physical. She smiled sweetly, standing on her tippy toes as he reached down to peck her lips.
“You’re doing a great job,” He smiled as he moved the ladder and began to set up the next mobile, “Are they moving around?” He asked as he glanced down again, looking a little ecstatic at her answer. She shook her head softly, amused at how excited he got at the prospect of feeling them kick. They seemed to be most active when he’d rest his head on her lap and just talk to her bump. It was cute. She liked when he did it.
“Not right now,” She replied, “We’re going to have to fix their sleeping schedule. I’m pretty sure they’re up when I’m sleeping.” She told him seriously as she rubbed her palms across her tummy. He chuckled softly.
“You make it sound like it’s easy.” He observed as he looked back down at her, gauging her reaction as he let the mobile swing in the air. She smiled as she nodded her head, holding onto his hand as he stepped back down onto the floor.
“I hope it will be,” She said wistfully as she stepped back to admire the little nursery. She’d work on putting up the other little decorations later, glad that at least the hardest part of it was over, “Do you want a snack?” She asked him seriously, feeling like potato chips and ketchup sounded good right about now.
“As long as I get to pick it out,” He chuckled, diminishing any hopes of her eating what really sounded good at the moment, “C’mon.” He tugged her along, taking their time as she walked back down the steps. Going up the stairs was hard and left her out of breath, going down them was just scary.
She wiggled around the kitchen, her taste buds already changing as she tried to think about what sounded best. In the end she decided that toast sounded incredible.
“What are you eating?” He asked her curiously, raising an eyebrow as he munched down on a pickle. She paused as she leaned forward to grab one from the jar, deciding that a pickle would be a good after snack.
“Toast,” She grinned as she held it up then licked away the butter that was smeared against the corner of her mouth, “And some bananas.” She decided at last, setting all of her little snacks down on a paper towel before she reached for a banana next.
“Ah,” Gator grinned as he bent over to kiss the top of her head, “More bananas.” He grinned as he peeled the banana for her. She sat on the stool, pausing for a moment as she tried to get comfortable. She rubbed at her back with one hand, wishing there was a way to relieve the pain.
“They’re really good,” She grinned as she took another bite from her toast, “What do you want, hot stuff?” She asked, glancing down at Birdie who was beginning to rub the side of his cheek against her toes.
“I just fed him,” Gator pointed out, taking a bite of her banana before he handed it to her. She didn’t mind. She always thought that the ends of the bananas tasted different than the rest of it, “He’s getting fat.” He pointed out, making her gasp.
“He is not,” She said quickly, wishing she could reach down and lift her poor kitty up, “He’s perfectly healthy.” She said quickly, loving him despite all of his little imperfections. Gator snorted as he nodded his head in agreement.
“Whatever you say,” He mumbled softly as he continued to munch on the jar of pickles. He looked at her curiously, watching the way she kept messing with her bra, “What’s wrong?” He questioned her, sounding worried as he peered at her.
“My boobs hurt.” She whined as she continued to fiddle with the straps of her bra, hoping that she may be able to make herself more comfortable somehow.
“Do they?” Gator’s features lit up, looking excited as he watched her. She quickly shook her head, watching the way he began to scoot his stool a little closer to hers.
“Don’t even think about it,” She laughed as she held up a finger, sure that she already knew where his mind was going. He pouted as he sat back in his chair, “You know what sounds really good? Corn Dogs.”
“Corn Dogs?” He looked at her confused, cocking an eyebrow as she nodded her head in excitement. She was sure that nothing else sounded as good as what some corn dogs did.
“Yeah,” She said eagerly as she munched on the rest of her banana, “Don’t you think?” She questioned him, hoping that he might give into her pleas.
“I guess,” He mumbled as he shrugged his shoulders, “You sure we don’t have any here?” He made a face, looking like he was less than enthused about leaving the house. She didn’t blame him, but she also knew she couldn’t go the rest of the day without a corn dog.
“We didn’t get any last time we went in,” She whined softly, “Please. We can just stop by the Dollar General. They usually have some.” She told him, slowly standing as she cupped his smooth face in her hands.
“You’re killing me,” He groaned, lightly pulling away as she began to pepper kisses along his cheek, “You’re sappy, you know that?” He asked her, his lips breaking into a grin as she kissed the corners of his lips.
“Mhm, I try,” She grinned triumphantly as she cupped his chin, then pressed a light kiss to his lips, “Thank you, handsome.” She smiled happily, giving his knee a soft squeeze before she waddled towards the foyer to retrieve her jacket and shoes.
“Here,” He laughed as he squatted on his knees. He gripped her left ankle first, holding onto it delicately before he slid her foot inside, then he took a minute to lace it up before he moved onto the next foot, “All better.” He smiled up at her, his eyes warm as she reached down to jokingly pat the top of his head.
“I’m very lucky to have you,” She told him seriously, holding her hands out so she could help him stand, “And you’re going to be the best daddy.” She said sweetly as she leaned forward to press her lips against his again. He held onto her waist, pulling her a little closer as he dragged his mouth against her own.
Her body warmed as he rubbed his large palms across her skin, squeezing her flesh softly as he eagerly moved her lips against his. She enjoyed the taste of his lips, how they were just slightly chapped as she held onto him.
“C’mon,” He teased her, nipping her bottom lip as he reached behind to give her ass a squeeze, “Before you get any other ideas.” He smirked, looking a little cocky as she felt her face flush. She’d been more than a little frisky here lately, but she blamed that all on him and his dumb uniform.
“It’s your fault,” She pointed out, taking cautious steps across the slippery porch before she safely reached the ground. She waddled from there, listening to the way the snow crunched underneath her boots, “This is all your fault, actually.” She pointed out as she looked at him, her lips curled into amusement at the way he smirked in return.
“Yeah, well,” He started as he helped her up into the truck, “I don’t remember you complaining about it before.” He grinned, giving her knee a soft squeeze before he went around to the driver’s side and leaving her with a giddy feeling inside of her chest.
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She looked of the document a few times, ensuring that everything was correct before she snapped a picture of it and sent it to Gator.
It’s official
She typed it as Ruby rambled on in the background, talking about how fun it would be to have more babies running around again. Daphne appreciated the fact that Gator wanted her to stay home and rest while pregnant, but sometimes she missed working. She felt like her same old routine had grown boring.
Shame. Kinda liked being with a married woman.
She rolled her eyes in response, but was not a bit surprised by it. The divorce decree had come in today, officially diminishing her rushed previous marriage. She’d tried to message Hugh, just to check in on him again but he hadn’t answered. She hadn’t spoken to Oliver too, which was even more upsetting to her. He had taken it personal when she’d gotten with Gator, going as far as to move out of the house and block her on everything. She didn’t see how she’d done something that bad.
“When are you going to get married?” Ruby asked as he put a bowl of tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich down in front of Daphne. She stared at it for a moment, feeling her stomach rumbling in response.
“Mom,” Daphne sighed softly, “I don’t know. He hasn’t asked me.” She shrugged her shoulders as she stirred her spoon around in the soup, nearly not caring how hot it was. She felt like she was starving, despite just snacking on some ranch and black olives a few minutes ago.
“Well I hope it’s soon,” Ruby said softly, “I suppose there’s no reason you can’t wait until after the babies now.” She mused to herself, furrowing her eyebrows together as she sipped on her soup. Daphne’s fingers burnt a little as she began to tear her grilled cheese into small pieces, her eyes watching in interest at the way the cheese pulled apart.
“I’m excited for the baby shower,” Daphne admitted, “And for the little mints. Gator’s excited too.” She said, covering her mouth as she chewed on her food. She wondered how a simple grilled cheese could taste so good. She hoped her kids would appreciate her cooking too.
“Gator can’t be there, silly.” Ruby laughed as she shook her head, genuinely looking amused as Daphne sat there in confusion.
“Why would Gator not be involved?” She wrinkled her eyebrows together, sitting back as she brushed her hand over her lower left side. One of them was kicking again. She supposed beating was the right word. Their little girl was still slightly smaller, but her doctor promised it was nothing to be concerned with. They insisted that sometimes it happened that way.
“Well,” Ruby paused for a moment, “Usually it’s just to celebrate the mom.” Ruby replied after a second thought, but all Daphne could do was shake her head. She felt like Gator deserved to be celebrated too. He didn’t have to do the hard part of the job, but he was still going to help with the twins. That deserved recognition too.
“That’s not fair,” Daphne pouted, “He wanted to see all the gifts too.” She said as she leaned back in her chair, moving her hands to rest fully on her baby bump now. She was hit with a wave of emotions suddenly, fearing that Gator would feel like he’d be rejected from the whole ordeal.
“I guess he could come,” Ruby replied quickly, “It’s just going to be with a lot of girls.” She pointed out, raising an eyebrow as if she thought Daphne might change her mind. Daphne thought about it for a moment, not wanting him to get embarrassed again. She paused before she made a final decision.
“Daddy will come. Roy too, if he wants,” Daphne said at last, “And Oliver and August.” She said firmly as she nodded her head, hoping that Ruby would be able to talk some sense into Oliver. She missed her brother.
“You know things are tense with Oliver right now.” Ruby said softly as she leaned forward to squeeze Daphne’s hand. Daphne exhaled softly, feeling like he was only being difficult with her. She still didn’t understand it, but she didn’t let herself linger on that thought too long.
“He’s still my brother,” Daphne replied defiantly, “He’ll come. Even if he’s mad. Just ask him.” She nodded her head, knowing that she would do the same for her twin. They were supposed to be better than this.
“Okay,” Ruby smiled softly, “I will tell them.” She reassured her, leaving Daphne to fiddle with the rest of her lunch.
The baby shower was small, but Daphne’s tantrum worked. Everyone but Oliver showed up, which still felt like a punch in the gut. Noelle said he was busy with work, but Daphne doubted that it was true.
Most of the guys lingered in the back, feigning boredom and speaking to one another. Well, except for Kurt. He seemed to have more baby knowledge than anyone else in the room combined. Gator, as usual, stayed attached to Daphne’s side with one hand firmly on her stomach the whole time.
“I can’t believe you’re having two still,” Daisy said as she rubbed her palm awkwardly over Daphne’s bump, “Does it hurt?” She looked down with an unsure expression, nearly jolting her hand away at the feeling of one of the babies fluttering near her hand.
“Not now,” Daphne replied with a soft laugh, “I don’t get sick anymore, so that’s nice.” She told her seriously, glancing over towards where Roy and Gator were speaking in hushed whispers. There was something going on, but he wouldn’t share what it was with her.
“The babies are actually here,” Kurt said as he moved Daisy’s hand down further towards Daphne’s uterus, “Up here are all of Daphne’s organs. They squish together to make room for the baby.” He pointed out, making Daphne blink as she suddenly became aware of what was happening inside of her body.
“Thank you for that, Kurt,” Daisy replied as she turned away from Daphne’s horrified features, “Do you mind getting me another drink?” She smiled sweetly, her tone oozing honey and sugar as she looked towards him.
“They packed up already.” He pointed out as he jerked towards the cleaned off table behind him. Daphne suddenly felt nauseous, wondering if all the baby mints were going to make a reappearance.
“Ask Gator, he can get me one,” Daisy said with a nod of her head, staying silent until he was out of ear shot, “I’m sorry about him.” She shook her head, blonde curls flying as she laughed softly.
“I mean,” Daphne paused for a moment, “He’s not wrong.” She said as she wrinkled her eyebrows together, thinking about her textbooks in college that she had read.
“So will you be in labor longer?” Daisy questioned as she joined her on the bench, “How does that go?” She wrinkled her eyebrows together, her blue eyes inquisitive as she poked a finger against Daphne’s bump again.
“I don’t know,” Daphne replied as she looked around for her mom, “I think it’s similar to how long your mom was in labor.” She thought about it for a moment, sure that she had heard that from somewhere.
“Great,” Daisy mumbled as she thought to herself, “Well, I’m still excited to meet them.” She smiled as she looked over, thanking Kurt as he returned with a Coke. Daphne spoke with them for a few more minutes before she hunted down Ruby, waddling towards her with an important question on her mind.
“How long were you in labor with me?” She blurted out, watching the way Ruby’s eyes widened from the intensity. She paused, looking thoughtful before she answered.
“Oh not long,” Ruby said gently, “A few hours, six at most. You’ll probably have something similar.” She nodded her head reassuringly, before she gave Daphne a soft squeeze. Daphne tried not to think about how she had been the last born, hoping that reason had nothing to do with the time period.
“Six hours sounds like a lot,” She breathed out softly as she rubbed at her tummy, “I don’t think I’m ready.” She admitted, suddenly feeling a little more panicked. She was fine with the morning sickness, the constant peeing and the odd cravings. The one thought she couldn’t stand to bare was the actual labor and delivery part. It terrified her.
“Trust me, you forget all of those worries once you get to hold those little babies.” Ruby kissed each side of her cheek, smiling brightly like Daphne should be more ecstatic. Daphne was excited to meet them, but that didn’t stop the fear either.
“Still months away,” Daphne mumbled, less than three to be exact, “Not very reassuring.” She nodded her head, suddenly feeling a little warm as she thought about how it seemed so far away yet so close at the same time.
“Here,” Gator mumbled as he joined her again, “Are you still hot?” He looked at her curiously, tiling her chin up to get a better look at her. She darted her eyes across his features, noting that he had soft bags underneath his eyes. He was working too much.
“Just a little bit.” She told him seriously, sending Ruby a soft grin as she left them alone. She didn’t want to admit that she had freaked herself out again.
“You look flushed,” He replied as he pulled her hair off of her neck, “Do you want me to get a fan?” He asked as he pulled her hair up high enough to let a little breeze trickle against the back of her neck. She inhaled deeply, trying to soothe her thoughts.
“I think I’ll live,” She told him gently, “Thank you though. I appreciate it.” She told him seriously, smiling once again as she leaned forward to peck his nose. He always made her feel better.
She peeked at the clothes one last time before they packed everything into the truck, in awe over the different outfits and blankets and little gadgets they’d received. She thought perhaps her favorite little outfit was a onesie decorated with different colored dinosaurs.
“Why do you look so green?” Gator asked a second later, knitting his eyebrows together as he hurriedly looked around the room. She figured he was looking for a trash can, but she didn’t need it in that manner.
“Look,” She replied in worry as she pushed the onesie between her thighs, “Two of them. I’ll be pushing two of these out.” She spoke in disbelief, spreading her legs a little wider in wonder. She had no idea how she was going to manage to do this.
“It doesn’t look so tiny now, does it?” Ruby teased as she walked by, wiggling her eyebrows before she carried another package of diapers out to their truck.
“It’s just-,” Gator paused, looking a little squeamish himself, “I’m sorry?” He questioned as he gave a soft shrug of his shoulders, giving her no reassurance as she glanced back down between her legs again. Drugs. She’d need lots of drugs when it came time for it.
“You best be sorry,” Daphne mumbled as she folded the little onesie up again, “Goodness. I don’t think I want to do this anymore.” She breathed out roughly, feeling a spike in her nerves as she realized she’d be anxiously counting down the next few weeks. She hoped it wouldn’t be painful.
“I think it’s a little late for that, mama.” He teased as he wrapped his fingers around her chin and then pressed a chaste kiss against her cheek. She lingered against his touch, reminding herself that it would be fine as long as she had him.
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“What are you doing?” Gator’s voice rang out into the air, making her jolt as she quickly stopped her footsteps. She hadn’t gone far from the house, but she was now on the Tillman ranch although she couldn’t see what the issue with that was.
“Thought I’d go for a walk,” She said as she buried her gloves deeper into her coat, “I got tired of being so cooped up in the house.” She tried to tease him, but his expression remained stoic. She paused, feeling like she’d done something wrong.
“Alright,” He drew out slowly, “Let’s just stay away from the windmill.” He reached his hand out, as if she had to take careful steps away from it. She turned away from him curiously, looking back up at the windmill in confusion.
“Why?” She asked as she wrinkled her nose up, “It’s pretty.” She shrugged her shoulders, feeling like there hadn’t been a lot to look at on her walk. Perhaps it had something to do with the new ongoing investigation, but no one had said that she couldn’t be on the ranch. They were just searching around it.
“There used to be a sinkhole.” He said quickly, looking a little rushed as she slowly made her way towards him. She tilted her head at his answer.
“I don’t remember that,” She said in confusion, “Since when?” She glanced around them, trying to find where it may have been.
“Daphne,” Gator replied in frustration, “Would you just trust me.” He snapped in response, making her eyes widen at his tone. She quickly took his hand after that, letting him drag her away as she tried to think of how to respond.
“Oh,” She paused for a moment, taken aback by his behavior, “Of course I trust you. I’m sorry.” She said a little softer, feeling bad for getting on his nerves. She didn’t want to make his job any harder. She truly was just looking around.
“I didn’t mean it like that,” He sighed a second later, “I’m sorry.” He turned towards her, a regretful expression on his features as if he recognized how snippy his tone had been. She chewed on her bottom lip, trying to figure out what was going on with him.
“It’s okay,” She replied, blinking slowly as she watched him, “I just get bored sometimes.” She told him seriously, feeling a little sheepish as she struggled to keep up with his long strides. It was like he was trying to put as much distance between her and the windmill as possible. She was perplexed.
“I get it,” He mumbled, “Maybe you should look into being a Vet. Or you know, posting your songs online.” He smiled a little, making their conversation a little softer as she felt relief spreading over her. He wasn’t really mad then.
“You think I’d get views like that?” She asked him playfully, sure that no one would actually pay her any mind. It was all just a silly dream. She wasn’t born to be a singer and she supposed that was alright. She was happy with where she got regardless.
“Oh yeah,” He smiled as he looked at her, “You have the prettiest voice I know.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, squeezing her closer to him as she moved an arm around his waist. His vest slightly dug into her chest, making it just a little uncomfortable but nothing unbearable.
“You’re funny,” She nudged him as they walked, “But thank you.” She told him softly, pleased that he thought so highly of her. She buried the growing curiosity in the back of her mind, deciding that it was better to trust him than to question everything.
He helped her into the tub later that night, sitting behind her and massaging her back as the bubbles slowly died around them. She had her hair pulled into a bun, her knees pressed into her chest as Gator vented about something dumb Nugent had done today. She appreciated it when he spoke to her about work. It made her feel like he really did trust her, like there was nothing wrong.
“Shoot!” She cursed as she turned away from him quickly, doing her best to rise from the tub as fast as she could, “Gosh darn it.” She groaned, her knees feeling weak and her upper body all too heavy as the water sloshed around them.
“Where are you going?” He asked with a chuckle, his eyebrows crinkled in amusement as his freshly washed hair dangled around his forehead. She weakly rolled onto her knees, trying to push herself up.
“I forgot about the food!” She protested, “Oh shoot.” She sighed, worried about slipping as reached for the handle on the other side of the tub.
“I can get it,” He laughed as he gently nudged her back down into the tub, “Don’t worry about it.” He reassured her, standing easily as the water dripped off of his long legs. She huffed, knowing that if it weren’t for the twins that she’d be able to stand a lot easier and faster than he could.
He came back a few minutes later, the towel still tightly wrapped around his waist as he cheekily held out two hands for her, “Figured you’d still be stuck in here.” He teased as he helped her stand, leaving her mumbling as he handed her the purple fluffy towel that she loved so dearly.
Once she was dried off and in her pajamas she waddled her way to the kitchen with Gator, trying not to stare too intensely at his chest hair that poked free from his wife beater. She couldn’t stare too long or she knew that she’d no longer be hungry for food at all.
“What are they investigating?” She asked him curiously once they were sitting at the table. She was quite happy that none of the food had burned, and had just become a nice crispy color. She picked at hers, diving into the cheese right away.
“Some dumb disappearance,” He mumbled as he stabbed his fork into his stuffed pepper, “They’re gonna search near the ranch.” He clarified, shaking his head like it was a ridiculous thing to do. She thought so too.
“They think the bodies went missing around here?” She asked, feeling her jaw go slack, “That’s insane. Why would they think that?” She asked him seriously. When he’d mentioned it before, he hadn’t said anything about the disappearances.
“People are dumb,” Gator chuckled softly, “Don’t worry about it. They’re not going to find anything.” He smiled as he took a swig from his Mountain Dew as she felt her thoughts begin to wander.
“Still,” Daphne replied a second later, “Obviously nothing is wrong, but it’s like what if they do find something?” She meant it in a lighter manner, but he didn’t seem to take it that way. She thought it would be just their luck if they found some old body out near the ranch.
“They won’t,” He dismissed her, “There’s nothing to find.” He said shortly, his features tightening up as he stabbed at his food a little harder. She stared at him for a moment, still not used to how snippy his tone could get.
“Of course,” She responded quickly, “I know that. Do I get to see you on the job then?” She decided to tease him instead, figuring that was better than going into details about what exactly he’d be doing. He didn’t seem to like to discuss it when it came to the ranch.
“I guess,” He grinned as he looked at her, “Don’t look too excited.”
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Doing laundry took a lot more effort as the months to her due date grew closer. Gator went through a lot of clothes because of work and from the days that he helped his dad on the ranch. Which was most days.
She held a basket against her waist, slowly descending sideways down the stairs. She’d tried talking to him about leaving his dirty clothes in the hampers on the ground floor, but he always forgot.
He had unofficially taken claim over the basement as he had set up a large majority of his posters and pictures of them on the walls. He had Rex’s tank set up down there, along with his video game systems and a locked cabinet of guns that she had no desire to mess with.
“Gator,” She mumbled underneath her breath, sure that she would have to remind him once again that it was very hard for her to bend over at the moment, “Damn it.” She sighed, wincing as she slowly squatted down to pick up a discarded sock.
She stalled as she noticed a large bag that was hurriedly stuffed underneath the futon. She rested her palms on her knees for a moment before she leaned down, groaning as she pulled the heavy bag free.
She unzipped it, her eyes widening as she looked at what was inside of it. She looked at the heavy materials, unsure of how he had managed to stuff so many inside as she gently brushed her fingers over the zipper of the bag.
She knew that he had guns and that didn’t bother her. Her dad had guns. She’d grown up around guns. But this made her nervous. There were a bunch and they were all semi automatics. She stared at them for another moment before she zipped up the bag, suddenly sure that this had nothing to do with his job.
“You’ll never guess who I saw today,” Gator spoke as he came inside the house that night, carrying in a gust of later winter wind as he did so, “It was-, what are you doing?” She had the bag placed on the table, had it opened so he could see it as soon as he came in.
“Why do you have all of these?” She asked him seriously, placing one hand on her hip as she stared at him in disbelief. She watched the way he quickly walked forward, his eyes looking anywhere but her as he placed all the guns back inside of the bag.
“Where did you find that?” He mumbled as he rapidly zipped it up, “S’dangerous. You don’t need to be messin’ with it.” He glanced at her sternly before he moved the bag over his shoulder, looking at her as if she had done something wrong.
“I wasn’t messing,” She said in defense of herself, “I was trying to get your dirty socks when I saw it. Why do you have all those guns?” She asked him again, waddling behind him as he began to make his way back down to the basement. She cursed underneath her breath, gripping the railing as she slowly side stepped her way back down.
“It’s for work.” He dismissed her as he began to open his gun cabinet, exposing the items that she already knew he had. He roughly shoved the bag inside there, then slammed it shut then quickly locked it.
“Then why are they here?” She asked him in disbelief, unsure of why he’d need his work guns at their house. She shook her head, watching the way his shoulders sagged as he turned his attention towards her.
“They won’t be long,” He reassured her as he took a step forward, “I’m just holding them for my dad, just for a while.” He tried to brush her off, genuinely trying to make the whole thing out to be no big deal. She knew better than that. She knew him too well. He was trying to avoid the situation.
“Is this about the investig-,”
“Hey,” He stopped her as he cupped her jaw, squeezing softly, “You don’t need to be worrying about any of this. He just wasn’t supposed to buy those just yet. He’s still waiting for the money to process through the county.” He explained softly, his brown eyes meeting hers in a soft reassurance. She stared up at him, trying to find it in herself to believe him. It made sense, but part of her felt like something was off.
“I really don’t like you hoarding guns here,” She said at last, “And I really don’t like that your dad asked you to do it.” She told him seriously, in disbelief that Roy would do such a thing. She supposed that might come with his job, but it was still messed up.
“I’m not hoarding them,” He laughed as he looked towards her, “I just can’t take them in yet.” He replied as he gently brushed his fingers across her cheek. She looked at him unsure, shaking her head softly.
“But-,”
“You don’t need to worry about it,” He said as he rubbed at her shoulders, “It’s not good for the babies. I’ll get them out of here, I swear.” He promised as he bent down to leave his forehead against hers, quickly trying to shut the conversation down. She paused for a moment.
“Okay,” She breathed out at last, feeling a little better as he rubbed her shoulders gently, “It just made me nervous.” She told him honestly, feeling worried as she took a hold of his bicep gently. He squeezed her arms gently as she tried to erase the worry that had filled her heart.
“I know,” He told her softly as he kissed her nose, “Everything is safe. I promise.”
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i love to imagine balls or formal dances at the pokémon scarlet and violet academies - like the purple/orange themes and the pokémon aaaaa
can i pretty please get an arven x reader (gn! - but preferably wearing a floor length dress?) either hcs or a fic of him being your date to the dance? maybe a bit of nsfw/suggestive content in between or after the dance?? i ADORE all your arven work btw <3
Oh man I've been low-key thinking about a prom thing for the academy... Mainly because I came across my prom pics and I remembered how slick I looked in that suit and how amazing my GF looked. She bought ME flowers can you believe it it was so amazing
Sorry this took ages I'm a very lazy man. Also, in an effort to keep this as gender neutral as possible, I didn't explicitly describe the reader's outfit. I left it up to your imagination though!!!
As a small apology for not putting the reader in a gown, I drew the friend group in their outfits for this. Can find that right here on my main blog!
Arven X GN Reader
The academy hosts a yearly ball, and champions have to participate. Unfortunately for Arven, his partner is a Champion, and forced him to come. He's not one for big social gatherings, but at least they're there to make it easier...
Reader is the SV protagonist, and is 18+. Same with Arven. Reader's appearance is left vague, and they have a Skeledirge. Reader is mentioned to be wearing something in their favorite color, and also mentions feeling overdressed at one point. Their clothing is not described other than that. Arven's outfit is explicitly described though.
Author's note: An interaction between Arven and the Champ gets a little spicy, but there's nothing explicit. Just wandering hands and making out. Not a smut, but just be aware of that!! Also background Penny/Nemona because I love them.
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Arven had never been a fan of big gatherings. Too many people clumped together in one place, too much noise and clamor. It always overloaded his brain.
Today, though, he was putting that distaste aside for ____. The Academy was hosting a formal ball of sorts for it's students, and attendance was mandatory for the two Champion representatives. ____ was less than thrilled about this news, and had basically begged Arven to come with them.
What kind of boyfriend would he have been if he declined?
Arven was currently standing in front of the mirror in his dorm, anxiously fixing his lilac blazer. He owned a grand total of one formal outfit, and he worried over whether or not it suited him. He'd tied his hair up at ____'s request, though he was concerned the hairtie he'd used would snap.
"What do you think, Mabosstiff? Is this- nice enough? Fancy enough?" He asked his buddy without really thinking, looking at the Pokemon through the mirror. Mabosstiff lifted his head, tail thumping against the floor.
"Wuff!" He barked helpfully, standing up to trundle up to Arven. The trainer gave him a worried pat on the head, sighing mournfully.
"Thanks, bud... I am in way over my head." Arven huffed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He perked up when he heard a knock at the door, adjusting his jacket one more time before hustling to open it.
____ looked about as anxious as he was, continually fixing their hair even if it already looked nice.
"Oh- H-Hey." They cleared their throat, rubbing the back of their neck. "You look good with your hair up like that. Not that you don't always look good, but... It's nice to see both of your eyes."
"Thanks!" Arven mindlessly tried to hook his thumbs in pockets that weren't there. ____ was wearing an outfit that suited them perfectly, in a color he knew was their favorite - they looked absolutely stunning. He probably could've just stood there and stared for the rest of the night. "You- you look incredible. I mean that, by the way."
"Oh, you. I feel so overdressed, it's ridiculous..." ____'s tension seemed to die as they laughed, walking forward to wrap him in a tight hug he happily returned. "...I'm really nervous. I have to give a whole speech, and I am not looking forward to it."
"You'll do amazing, I know you will." He reassured them, pressing a feather-light kiss to their forehead. "You always do amazing."
____ sighed, lingering on the spot for a few moments longer before they released Arven. Their arm was still looped in his, though, keeping him close to them.
"Alright, I'm ready as I'll ever be. Let's go find Penny and Nemona." They sighed. Arven gave them a final reassuring squeeze before they went off together.
The Academy's halls were oddly empty, considering how many students it had - it seemed most had already flocked down to where the event was taking place. There were a few stragglers here and there, mostly students waiting to meet up with their friends.
"Nemona said she's in the plaza already... Damn, that probably means we have to do our big speeches soon." ____ huffed, nervously scrolling through their texts. "Oh, man... You know how I said I was ready earlier? I'm not. I'm definitely not. What if I stutter and screw up, or I lose my train of thought? This is in front of *everyone*!"
"Hey, hey, you'll be alright. You can handle anything - you saved the entire region from an ecological disaster. You ride around on the back of a legendary pokemon, and you caught pokemon that are complete enigmas AND made them your friends!" Arven paused to grab their face, squishing their cheeks in his palms. "One speech won't hurt you. It doesn't matter if you stutter or lose your train of thought, or forget what you wanted to say entirely. You are absolutely incredible."
The two trainers were silent for a long moment, before ____ sniffled. Arven panicked.
"Oh, I didn't mean to make you cry- please don't cry, I'm sorry!!" He wrapped them up in a hug, one they reciprocated shakily.
"You're too good to me!" ____ exclaimed dramatically, burying their face in his chest. "Ohhh, I don't mean to get so emotional!"
"Deep breaths, just settle... In and out." Arven ran a hand down their back in an attempt to soothe them. They went quiet after a minute or so, wiping away at their eyes.
"Okay, I'm okay. I'm alright." ____ seemed to be assuring themselves more than Arven, which he thought was a smart choice. He continued to hold them even after they made to pull away, keeping an arm around their shoulders. "I've got this. All I've gotta do is- is talk about how the Academy helped me."
"You can do it. If not for me, do it for Mabosstiff." Arven joked lightly, and ____ laughed along.
"Right. Do it for Mabosstiff... And Skeledirge." They nodded wisely, and he hummed in agreement. The couple finally made their way down to the plaza - the faculty had set up a rudimentary stage, evidently for the sole purpose of speeches. The rest of the school plaza was decorated with lights, which made the whole place look lovely. Students milled about with their Pokemon, and staff chatted amiably with eachother.
Arven spotted Penny near the foot of the stairs - she was more dressed up than he'd ever seen her before, wearing a pastel dress and a fluffy coat. It almost reminded him of her eeveelutions... She was probably inspired by them. Penny was standing next to Nemona, chatting with Giacomo, Mela, and Ortega. Nemona had her arm slung casually around Penny's shoulder, and Arven could see from here that Penny was redder than a fresh tomato.
"Hey! ____, Arven!" Nemona spotted them first, lighting up as she waved. The former leaders of Team Star parted ways with a quiet 'Hasta la vistar! ☆', and the four remaining students met in the middle. "You both look great! Oh, ____, are you ready for-"
"The speeches we have to give." ____ groaned, prompting Nemona to scuff their shoulder playfully.
"You'll be fiiiine! It isn't the end of the world!" Nemona beamed, making Penny chortle.
"I dunno, talking in front of a lot of people is kind of the worst thing EVER." Penny gave ____ a sympathetic little shrug. "Talking in front of a few people sucks almost as bad, though."
"You get it." ____ sighed, slumping against Arven. "You both look great, by the way."
"Beat me to it." Nemona joked. Arven finally took the time to see what she was wearing - a deep maroon suit, much like his, with a bright red bowtie and a simple white dress shirt. She seemed to forgo wearing the jacket, wearing it like a cape over her shoulders... It reminded him vaguely of the Galarian champion, what was his name? Penny probably knew. "I helped Penny pick out her stuff - she didn't have anything to wear!"
"I wasn't planning on coming til you invited me." Penny huffed, though she didn't look upset. Before anybody else could talk, both ____ and Nemona's phones pinged.
"Ope - it's time! Come on, let's get it over with so we can have our Academy Double Date! Even if I'd prefer it be a Double BATTLE...." Nemona's voice trailed off as she grabbed ____ by the wrist and dragged them off. Arven gave their hand a final squeeze before they followed along, a final 'good luck.'
"Alright, Pipsqueak, let's find somewhere to watch." Arven adjusted his coat again, though it really didn't need adjusting. He made his way towards the gathering crowd, but Penny stopped him.
"Somewhere I can actually see from, ideally, you Big Lunk." Penny scolded, jabbing a finger over her shoulder towards the makeshift stage. There was an area off to the side that was less populated, and wouldn't require Penny needing to crane her neck to see what was happening.
The pair weaved through the crowds, finally finding a good spot to watch. It was close enough for them to actually hear, but far enough to not get surrounded by other students.
____ and Nemona were up on stage, quietly chatting to Director Clavell. Nemona seemed eager to do her speech, but Arven guessed based on ____'s expression that they were up first. Indeed, they stepped up to the microphone, briefly checking if it was actually on.
The crowd began to quiet as ____ cleared their throat, and soon enough all eyes were on them.
"... It's been almost a year now since I moved to Paldea. Next week, actually, marks a full 365 days." ____ started. "When I first came here from Unova, I admittedly had... Low expectations. For myself, more than anything. I was just some kid from Nuvema Town, I'd never picked up a PokeBall before."
They spotted Arven in the crowd, and he gave them a quiet thumbs up.
"But- y'know, being at the Academy has really changed everything. It's not every day the director himself comes knocking on your door to give you a Pokemon." ____ glanced at Clavell, who adjusted his glasses with a smile. "And it's also not every day you happen to meet your three best friends in the entire world on the same day, within a few hours of eachother. I know a lot of people think the same thing about themselves - oh, I'm just a nobody, I can't do what they do. But I want to tell you all, as someone who WAS a nobody... Success isn't out of reach. With support from your peers, you can climb to any height you can imagine... And I, as one of this school's two champions, am going to be your leverage. We can lift eachother up to be our best, and make something that we can be proud of."
Even if their speech was short and sweet, it got their desired message across - the crowd of students clapped politely as they hopped off the stage, dodging through people with surprising mastery. Arven only realized they were coming right to him when they gestured for him to follow.
"I'll be right back," Arven said, and Penny only vaguely hummed in response. She had her chin propped on her upturned palm, watching Nemona with a dreamy look in her eyes. He excused himself quickly right as Nemona began to talk, of course mentioning her love of battling.
Arven followed ____ up the stairs and into the school, where they rounded a corner into a hall. He lost track of them for a moment, before they grabbed his wrist and yanked him into an empty classroom.
"Why are you-" Arven is silenced when their lips meet his, and they push him back until he's sitting on one of the desks. He flings an arm back to hold himself upright as they casually clamber into his lap, disregarding the fact that they might screw up their nice outfit.
____ holds onto his blazer like a lifeline, and Arven takes a moment to figure out how to keep them both from falling over before he leans into them. They were so tense, it was rather surprising.
He runs his hand down the back of their neck, tracing his fingers down their spine - they shudder when he caresses the dip of their back, making a soft noise that he could barely hear.
"Arven..." They gasp as they pull apart for a moment, before eagerly diving back in for more. He happily reciprocates, finally comfortable enough to set both hands on their hips. Arven runs his palms down their thighs as they slide their fingers underneath his blazer, too impatient to try with the buttons. How long has it been? Arven can't think straight, trailing his hands up their thighs towards-
And then his phone rings. It's Nemona. Of course it is. ____ groans, flopping against him. Obviously this means they have to go back to the actual ball.
"Chin up, it'll be alright. Your big speech is over, I guess it's time we went and had fun." Arven can't help but feel a little disappointed. He did enjoy their time alone.
"Yeah, yeah, Mr. Reasonable." ____ hopped up, fixing their outfit. "Come on, let's not leave Nemona waiting."
Short because I've been really busy lately, plus just not really felt like writing
Shits been rough. Hope you understand
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fate goes pt. 6
marc spector x avatar!reader
summary: y/n is reunited with someone she never thought she’d see again; as shait and khonshu fight against ammit, y/n, marc, and steven fight to stop harrow
warnings: angst, fighting, violence, fluff, language, dark themes, death, EPISODE 6 SPOILERS
a/n: the last part! thank you so much for the love for the series! also warning, this deals with someone dying in a hospital, so if that’s a trigger be warned!
“fate goes as ever fate must
fate is the only one that’s just and i trust
fate goes as ever fate must
ashes to ashes
dust to dust” - fate goes, the ninth hour
Y/n pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose, humming a gentle lullaby as she sat next to the bed, her other hand grasping that of the patient.
Her internship at the hospital brought her to the hospice wing, where death surrounded her daily. Yet, she knew in her gut that their times were set and she couldn’t change it; instead she could respect the process and the execution of fate.
Y/n had begun to believe in fate as her studies in medicine continued. Science was factual, but fate was sacred. It was unmoving and constant, and perhaps that was a comfort to her in a way.
She continued her humming, gently rubbing herself the patient’s hand as they slumbered. Unlike many other patients, this one had no family photos, no flowers or gifts or get well balloons. Y/n had noticed this and found herself frustrated by the idea of a patient seeing the end of their days alone. So she had sat for hours with them, awaiting their fate.
“You care so much, don’t you child?”
Y/n gasped, the chair screeching across the linoleum as she bolted upwards. The patient’s eyes were open, glowing a golden light, their lips moving with every word. She backed away slightly, her voice quivering. “Who-who are you?”
The patient cocked their head to the side. “You’re a curious one, Y/n L/n. I’ve been watching you for a while now. You care for people so much, yet you don’t fear death. Curious indeed.”
“What do you want from me?” Y/n asked quietly.
The patient’s head turned to face her, the golden eyes boring into her. “How rude of me. I haven’t introduced myself.”
The gold flickered out, as well as the lights as the room was plunged into darkness. Y/n used her arms to cover herself, as if the room were to implode into her, crushing her. Her breathing was erratic as she squeezed her eyes shut.
“Don’t be scared child. Open your eyes.”
Y/n slowly lowered her arms, as a hand rested gently under her chin, guiding her gaze upwards. She met the gaze of a seemingly humanoid person, decked in gold and jewels. Below the waist was a serpents tail, the scales shining with every movement as the being cracked a smile. “I am Shait, the god of fate and fortune.”
She was shell shocked, staring up at the god in their splendor. All she could muster out was a quiet peep of: “Hi.”
The god seemed amused, “You are the most unusual being I have ever met, Y/n.”
“Is um, that in a good way or a bad way?” Y/n questioned.
“A good way, I assure you.” The god responded. “What do you know of the gods of Egypt?”
She shrugged, a little less tense. “Not much, sorry.”
“The gods are very much around and existing in your modern human world, but we do not interfere with earthly events. We instead rely on avatars to carry our will.” Shait explained. “We look for those who exemplify our morals and relish our beliefs. You, Y/n L/n, are who I am looking for. You are kind but resolute. Gentle but passionate. Intelligent and level-headed. You accept the tides of life and how the rivers of fate flow.”
“What does this mean?” Y/n seemed to plead.
Shait faced Y/n. “Y/n L/n, I want you to be my avatar.”
“Me?” She sputtered, her brain clouded with confusion. “I can’t be the best choice.”
“I have seen billions of people on this earth, read their hearts and seen their inner thoughts. You are the best choice. We can allow peace to those who fate commands, and allow for the fortune to bless those who deserve it.” The god spoke.
“Y/n L/n, will you be my harbinger of fate, my disciple of fortune, and guide to those who pass through the river of life? Will you protect fate with you might and see to the people around you justly, to become my avatar?”
She thought for a moment, before meeting the gaze of the god.
“Yes. I will.”
Suddenly she was plunged backwards into darkness, flinging out her arms and crying out as the void swallowed her whole, a warm feeling blossoming in her chest as she felt her retinas burning with a spectacular light. Her body fell backwards down, down, down, her limbs flailing for some kind of control.
Y/n sat up with a start, gripping the side of the hospital bed as she breathed heavily, gathering her bearings. She gasped, holding out her hands as she watched her veins course with golden light.
“Go on. Rest your two fingers upon their forehead.”
She perked up at Shait’s voice in her ears, turning to the patient as Y/n realized the room was filled with the sound of a monitor flatlining. She reached forwards, pressing her index and middle finger onto the patient’s forehead, Y/n’s eyes glowing as suddenly numbers began to appear in her vision, counting like a time clock until they finally clicked into place.
Y/n stepped backwards, the golden glow dimming before disappearing from her eyes and veins. She exhaled, before wetting her lips.
“Time of death, 3:25 AM.”
Y/n soared through the night sky of Cairo, her golden feathers gleaming in the moonlight. Her eyes widened. “Holy shit.”
Three large gods grappled slowly with each other, Khonshu and Shait vs Ammit. Y/n was almost in awe watching it, if it weren’t for the fact she needed to find Harrow and end this once and for all.
Her peripheral caught a glow of purple, Y/n immediately positioning her wings to dive down into the streets, setting her sight on Harrow. She soared down, positioning her body as she rammed her feet forwards, slamming them into the man as she sent him flying. She cast her eyes down to see a figure on the ground before her feet, suddenly her mind reeling in recognition.
The Moon Knight, Marc Spector, looked up at her in a reverie, the girl fixing him with a smirk as he uttered her name. “Y/n?”
Oh if they weren’t in a war, Shait would be chewing her out on this one.
Harrow stood angrily, directing a blast of purple light from his cane to her. Y/n turned to him, using her golden wings to shield herself, instead sending the blast back into him. sending the man tumbling back. She glared at Harrow before letting the wings retract, lowering her arms.
Y/n barely had time to turn before she was met with Marc, his face revealed, racing to her. “Y/n! Y/n, oh baby.” He pulled her into his arms, the woman grasping for him like a lifeline. “Thank god you’re okay.”
“Marc.” She sputtered out, the man pulling away to hold the sides of her head in his hands, taking in every aspect of her. “How’d you get back?”
Suddenly Steven took control, looking her up and down. “Wow, you look amazing! What are you wearing?”
Y/n smiled softly at the man, before they turned, noticing Harrow rising from the ground and his men ready for a fight. Steven turned to her excitedly. “Hey, I’m really jazzed about showing you these new skillsets we have.”
“All right, show me what you’ve got.” she nodded to the men.
“Yeah?” Steven asked with a gleeful smile.
“Yeah.” Y/n affirmed.
Both of them dove into action, Steven into a sprint and Y/n soaring forwards, careening into the fight. They both fought against the forces, as their godly counterparts battled above them.
A while into the fight, Y/n found herself pinned against a car, using one of her wings to shield herself from an onslaught of bullets. She squeezed her eyes shut, the violent clinking of metal invading her hearing until--it didn’t. She looked up to see Marc causing a complete massacre. He cut down man after man, until it was him and Harrow, the man continuing to beat the other avatar down until he was bringing the staff down to his head. “No!” Y/n cried out.
Suddenly Marc stopped, his body going rigid and the blade of the staff mere millimeters from Harrow’s forehead. The man looked around, seemingly horrified at the scene around him.
“Marc?” Y/n called, sheathing the wing she was previously using as protection. “What was that?”
“I blacked out.” Marc was confused, his eyebrows furrowing.
They both suddenly looked up to see Ammit best Khonshu in battle, Shait being thrown to the ground. Y/n’s chest clenched in fear when the god did not rise back up. “Get Harrow. I know how to stop Ammit.” She quickly ordered.
Marc nodded and grasped Harrow’s shirt in his fist, Y/n leading them as they both soared into the sky, racing to the pyramid to save their gods and their world.
Once inside, Marc threw Harrow’s body onto a piece of debris, stepping back to Y/n. She sighed, stepping towards them. “The power of the room will help us bind Ammit to Harrow’s body. Quick, grab my hand so we can start the spell.”
The man was quick to grasp her hand, relishing for a moment in the familiarity of their touches intertwined, before he followed her lead in reaching their free hands upwards. Y/n’s body jerked slightly as her arm began to glow purple with a sacred energy, Marc the same. And as though they had practiced it every moment of their lives, they began to chant a spell.
They stopped when Harrow’s eyes opened wide, a voice not of his own emitting from his lips. “You can never contain me. I’ll never stop.”
Y/n and Marc gasped in relief and release when the spell ended, binding Harrow and Ammit. The woman heaved for her breath, feeling Marc’s hand gently on her back as he also regained the air in his lungs.
“Finish it. And leave neither of them alive.”
Both looked up to see Khonshu tower over them, Y/n feeling Marc stiffen. She looked over to him as she felt his palm leave the small of her back, the man stepping up to Harrow, hovering above him as he unsheathed a blade. Marc gripped the man’s shirt, reeling his arm back to end the task. “I have to finish this. If not, I’ll never be free.”
Y/n stepped forwards, calling out his name. “Marc!”
Marc turned to look back at her, lowering his arm slightly. She stepped forwards, resting her hands carefully and softly on his limb which tightly grasped his blade. It was then he noticed Shait standing some feet from them, watching idly as their avatar spoke once more. “You have a choice. You are free. This is your chance to determine your fate.”
“The fate is vengeance.” Khonshu chided. “We cannot take the chance that Ammit finds a way out. She will kill again.”
“Now you sound like her.” Marc responded to the god, letting Harrow’s body drop. Y/n lowered her hands away, allowing the man to approach his god. “You want them dead... do it yourself.”
Shait lowered their head in acknowledgment. “Fate goes, Marc Spector.”
Marc nodded to the god, before turning to Khonshu. “Now release us.”
Khonshu turned, meeting the cold stare of Y/n. The god took note of how the avatar of Shait could pose a threat; whether it be her control of fate and fortune or her fierce, protective love of Marc. He looked to Shait, as if to ask the fate of this outcome. The god simply nodded.
He turned to Marc. “As you wish.”
Y/n watched as the control of Khonshu began to wash from Marc, the room building up into a blinding light. Marc caught one last glance of the love of his life before he was thrown into his head once more.
His eyes flicked open, dim sunlight cracking through the windows as he gathered his surroundings. Marc once more laid in his bed, in his flat in London. He sat up groggily, speaking up. “Steven? You there?”
“Mmmhmm.” Steven tiredly responded, the men taking in the room around them as though it would disappear at any moment. “Can’t believe it worked.”
The man was quickly frightened by a sudden movement next to him, turning to his left. His face softened, Marc taking over the body as he stared down next to him, a slight smile on his face. Y/n turned over in the bed towards him, her eyes fluttering open as a yawn escaped her mouth. “You’re both so loud, five more minutes of sleep please?”
Marc chuckled, leaning forwards and pressing a sweet kiss to her forehead. “Sorry. We’ll make you some breakfast then, yeah?”
Y/n smiled blissfully, her eyes closing as she snuggled up into the blankets. “Sounds amazing.”
He smiled back, before standing from the bed and muttering to Steven. “I can’t believe you live in this fricking mess. Y/n’s gonna whoop your a--”
Suddenly his ankle restraint pulled against the frame, knocking the man over and off his feet, slamming into the ground. He looked up briefly, groaning in pain. Quiet giggles could be heard from the bed behind him, and though he was annoyed and his body hurt like hell, he couldn’t help but crack a smile.
Looks like Y/n’s fortune-luck-shit didn’t rub off on him.
Harrow was shoved into the limo, letting out a laugh at the sight before him. “Khonshu. You can’t hurt us.”
Khonshu sat across from him, a pressed white suit clothed him as he sat cross-legged, casual before the trapped goddess. However, it was the person next to Khonshu that Ammit noticed with curiousity.
She sat next to the god, seemingly human, yes, must be an avatar. Her eyes glowed a shining gold, her veins running like rivers under her skin and coursing with the same glowing hue. She was expressionless, her glowing empty eyes boring holes into Harrow.
“Yeah. You wanna know something?” Khonshu spoke. “Marc Spector truly believed that after he and I parted ways, we would be done. That I’d be done with her?” He gestured to the girl.
Harrow rolled his eyes, making the talking motion with his hand annoyedly. Yet something unnerved Ammit as the girl narrowed her eyes at him.
“Why would I ever need anybody else when he has no idea how troubled he truly is?” Khonshu remarked. “And don’t worry; Y/n isn’t home right now. She won’t know a thing that happens here.”
“Ah... Shait’s doing.” Harrow noted, the girl, Y/n, raising her fist up to knock on the window, as if giving a cue.
“Meet my... friend,” The girl spoke in a foreign voice. “Jake Lockley.”
The divider in the limo rolled down, revealing Marc Spector. But no, this was not Marc Spector, Ammit saw that clearly. He was different. This man--this was anger, vengeance, and violence incarnate. Jake spoke in a dark tone, the Spanish rolling off his tongue. “Today is your turn to lose.”
Jake raised a gun, giving a sickening smile as Harrow and Ammit begged him to wait, to reason.
Y/n did not flinch as the gun went off, splattering a minimal painting of blood onto her face. She leaned forwards, her fingertips glowing as she rested them upon the mutilated forehead of the body, her eyes seeming to glow even brighter, her veins like a golden fire. “It is done.” She spoke to Khonshu.
The limo drove off, with a fate met.
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Opinion on Domina season 2?
Wow thank you SO much for the ask.
I watched Domina season 2 during August so forgive me if my memory isn't perfect. Spoilers!
I feel like this season is much more funny but also much more heartbreaking than the first season. However, I feel like the first season was much more tense than this season. So basically when I was watching the first season I was constantly gritting my teeth and pulling at my hair and when I was watching the second season I was constantly alternating between laughing and crying. Which isn't a bad thing, but I think the majority of the tension in this season was me wondering how they would break my heart again, not from the plot.
Well I guess I should just jump right in.
Some Random Thoughts I Had:
In this season, two of the three characters I was watching this show for died. Luckily the third character isn't due to die for another fifty years or so! I don't have to worry about him dying. I only have to worry about him as a person.
Wouldn't it be crazy rad if Domina just kept continuing, past Livia's life, into the later Julio-Claudian dynasty? And we get to see Agrippina and Nero and Britannicus and Claudius? Ah, that would just be amazing! But it would kind of go against Domina, which is supposed to be a show about Livia's life. At least Livia still has a lot of life to live! I don't know if there's a third season coming. I hope so.
Tiberius got a new actor! But Drusus didn't. Livia actually mentioned this and it was so funny but so weird. She was like "Oh, Tiberius, you changed a lot! But Drusus hardly changed at all!" which feels so uncomfortable to me because Tiberius got a new actor but Drusus didn't and all the viewers know that but we're supposed to pretend like we don't to suspend our disbelief but when the characters themselves mention it ahhh!
On that note, Drusus, his age, and how that's all depicted in Domina is a super weird topic that I just don't have the time to talk about here.
I love Tiberius' new actor so so so much and he feels like Tiberius, but I also miss the old actor! Ah, that's what rewatching the first season is for!
Antigone is gone. It's implied she died in between the first season and the second but we don't get much information about that so it feels like she just vanished into thin air. I miss her ;(
There is so much Tiberius Pillow symbology in this season. They are rubbing it in your face.
Okay now that I'm done with that brain dump, let's review it with more structured topics!
Acting:
Amazing as always. I actually think the acting here was better than in the last season. Honestly the way these people play with their facial expressions like that... oh my gosh it's so good. Domina has phenomenal acting.
However, there are two little moments when I cringed, but they are 100% not the actors' faults. One of them I already mentioned, when Livia mentioned that Tiberius changed a lot and Drusus didn't. That was really funny but just so weird.
And then when a character mentioned that wearing trousers was weird and not fashionable. It's just that all the actors are so British, a line like that is impossible to pull off and sound right. They're all just too British!
But honestly the acting was so so good in this season!
Overall Beauty:
Domina is continuing to be absolutely beautiful. Every screenshot is a work of art. Domina is easily one of the prettiest shows out there.
Plot:
I think it was good. There were some parts that just felt very very random but overall I think the plot was very entertaining and heartbreaking and not historically inaccurate in the way that I'd dislike it, but historically inaccurate in the way good historical fiction is.
Humor:
Amazing as always. This show is so funny. Quickly alternating between two different things is quite a common theme in this season, so they use a lot of heartbreak but also a lot of humor.
Characters:
My favourite character always is and always was Tiberius, even though I don't really think he was created as a character for people to like. Tiberius... he's very very complicated in this show and I don't think I have the brain power to talk about it. But I've liked him ever since we first met him as a teenager in the first season because he's autistic-coded and I was like "Omg he's just like me fr." And then of course I had to like him for the rest of the show. But just because I like him as a character does not mean I like him as a person or condone anything he does.
Dang I wanted to say something more solid in this section but I just can't think of anything.
Anyway, when it comes to the characters as a whole, I think that generally they were all done very well. Vipsania was kind of done dirty, but other than that, I'd say everyone has a strong personality and I never found an issue with the characterization.
Things I Liked:
Honestly, everything I mentioned up there. Acting, humor, prettiness, sadness. I like 99% of this show.
That part when Augustus was getting kinky with Gemina while Agrippa was telling the senate about being more loyal and moral and that sort of stuff. Ohhh that was so clever.
When Tiberius was remembering the dream he had about his father and repeating all the words his father said and it was like Tiberius was becoming him. Ahhhhhh.
This hilarious part after Tiberius and Julia's wedding:
Antonina: Drusus. Did you give Vistilius permission to fornicate in our bedroom?
Drusus: Yes!
Antonina: 🤨
Drusus: No?
Antonina: 😬
Drusus: Possibly. Who can remember?
Antonina: 😟
Oh my god the way Drusus was just cycling through every response!
Antonina and Drusus stole the show they were amazing.
Things I Did Not Like:
They're trying to show Tiberius' mental health issues but I am not 100% agreeing with how they do it. But I don't really know how it could be better. And I'm just not very knowledgeable in this subject so maybe their depiction is actually really good. I don't know. It's just that I think it could be better in some way.
I wanted more Vipsania. And they were so mean in their portrayal of her.
When Agrippa died 😭😭😭😭😭 and Octavian was all sad about it 😭😭😭😭😭 but then Octavian and Livia were suddenly having sex and Livia was saying "Oh, it's okay, you don't need him anymore." 😟😟😟😟😟😟😟 Oh my god, what? I was literally crying but then that scene made my tears go back up to where they came from.
During Tiberius and Julia's wedding, what was simultaneously happening to Livia just felt so random and disconnected to everything else that was happening. Which is a shame because Tiberius and Julia's wedding was honestly my favourite part of the whole show. I remember that it kept jumping back and forth between the wedding and Livia. Watching it kind of felt like "Omg omg I feel so bad for Tiberius and Julia—who are those people in the masks chasing Livia?? Oh dang Drusus you're going to gamble everything away—why is Livia jumping off a cliff??" I know that part with Livia probably had a purpose in the show, but I actually forgot what it was.
In Conclusion:
The second season of Domina was funny, heartbreaking, pretty, and I loved it. It made some decisions I did not like, but it also made a whole lot of decisions I loved. Overall, I absolutely love this show. This is actually my favourite TV show of all time.
But the big question is, which season is better?
I don't know! They both have their strengths and weaknesses.
The first season has Antigone and Marcellus and just a lot of the "children" of the imperial family when they were teenagers, you know, Julia, Tiberius, Drusus, Marcellus, Iullus. And I like that a lot. In the second season, they're older, which is perfectly fine but I like teenager drama, you know?
The first season had two awkward episodes in the beginning where they had to pretty much explain all the context and characters, but they honestly weren't bad episodes. They were just really different compared to most of the show. However, because a lot of actors got changed in between the second episode and the third, it was quite confusing for a while. The very second I'm finally able to recognize most of the characters, bam, they all look different. Which is bad because I'm quite face blind!
Anyway, the first season really had me on the edge of my seat, especially for the last four episodes. But I think I felt even more suspense watching the second season wondering how they were going to break my heart again.
I think the second season was funnier but humor does not necessarily make or break a show, unless it's a comedy. And just because the second season was funnier doesn't mean the first season doesn't have its own fair share of hilarious moments, and it does!
Both seasons are very very beautiful and have great acting. The choice of actors is honestly phenomenal for both seasons.
Honestly, I don't know which season is better! In my opinion, Domina managed to do the rare thing in which the second season manages to live up to the first. But not everyone might agree with me. If you have anything to add, please do!
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