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thesilmarillionblog · 6 months ago

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𓏲 𓂃 L o s i n g Y o u

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Summary: Everything was good as a member of Payback and Soldier Boy's secret girlfriend until the team and your relationship with him began to fall apart due to a new member and her developing relationship with Ben right in front of your eyes.

Pairing: Soldier Boy / Reader

Warnings: Heavy angst, hurt, heartless Soldier Boy, reader gets hurt, mention of violence, mention of drugs, betrayal, Soldier Boy being a dick, reader is a supe, Crimson Countess is a bitch

Word Count: 1796

A/N: English is not my first language.

* This story is inspired by the song "Losing You" by Dream Evil.

“Get lost fuckface and bring me a coffee,” Ben said telling the the poor guy who was trying his best to make Soldier Boy happy till the broadcast start.

The announcement of the new Payback member to the American public was scheduled for today. The company's executives had already made the decision to bring on a new employee, despite the fact that the team already had enough members. Everyone on the team opposed this idea, with the exception of Soldier Boy and you, but nothing changed.

You didn't mind if a new person joined the team because they were assigning Soldier Boy all tasks, regardless of importance, and you could see he was growing more and more irate with each passing day. Given that Black Noir was the team's second-strongest member, it was obvious Soldier Boy didn't appreciate the concept of being used for insignificant tasks constsantly. It was obvious that the team definitely required one more strong member.

“You don’t have to be so rude to those people,” you murmered as you approached Ben. "They are all scared of you already.”

Ben chuckled as he sat down and sniffed the white dust, saying, “I am not familiar with the concept of princess treatment, sweetheart, and nobody respects a pussy leader; keep that in mind.”

You sighed knowing he would never change his attitude just because you told him to. He pulled you to his lap and gave you a quick and firm kiss, silencing you before you argue with him.

All of you were taken aback when a new supe was introduced because you hadn't seen her before. She smiled and gave a short but impactful speech about how she would benefit America and its citizens. She looked nice and strong with her red suit and long red hair.

You were only made to feel worse by the fact that everyone was rooting for Soldier Boy and Crimson Countess every day, and their fan base became stronger over time. The current Crimson Countess stood on the side where you used to stand. They were singing together in ads while standing side by side and hand in hand, which was keeping you up at nights. The growing distance between you and Ben was eating you alive.

He hardly ever visited or spoke to you during the day, despite the fact that he used to spend the night with you in the past. There were moments when you tried to talk to him about what was going on, but he waved you off right away, saying he had things to do and couldn't be seen with any other woman but the Countess.

You were frequently questioned about their relationship, and you smiled while telling the cameras that they were lucky to have found each other and that they were strong together. If only they were aware of your true feelings.

Even though Ben continued to treat Noir rudely, which greatly upset and angered you, the rest of the crew was glad that Soldier Boy had finally become distracted. This was because they had been mistreated and bullied by him less than in the past. You two had heated disagreements over Noir as well in the past, but Ben consistently ignored your emotions and ideas. Now that Crimson also supported him about how he should treat the team made your blood boil with hatred and agony.

Noir remarked, removing his mask, “I can't do this, Y/N. I refuse to bow to him and put up with the way he treats me.”

You walked up to him and touched his back to get him to turn to face you. “What do you mean?” you questioned.

“I’m saying he is not worthy of being a leader.” Noir paced violently and stated, “All he does is get high with Crimson and bully me and everyone around him. He left you aside too.”

Though you knew he didn’t mean to hurt you, his words cut deep and silenced you for a second.

“Don’t do something crazy, Noir. You hear me?” You asked, ignoring his thoughts about Ben leaving you. “You know his short temper.”

Noir was always kind and kind, so you were surprised to see him so furious, but you knew he was right about everything, and Ben seemed to be getting worse and more distant every day as his connection with Countess took shape right before your eyes. You seemed to be deceiving yourself all along when you told yourself that their relationship wasn't real.

“I don’t know. Someone must do something about this.”

“You don’t stand a chance against him,” you said as you grasped his arms tightly. “I’ll talk to him, okay. I’ve got this, I promise.”

Noir gave you a nod before he put the mask on, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You waited patiently until you learned Ben would be alone tonight because Crimson would be going on a mission. Your heart raced when you entered his house without saying anything. He must have heard the noises you made already, because he turned to you immediately and did not look surprised to see you.

“Hi,” you whispered, not knowing how to react around him anymore.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he asked as he sat down in the coach after. He was high on cocaine.

As you walked up to him, you gave him a disappointed expression, but the way he looked stopped you. In the past, you were close every second, but those days are long in the past now.

“What’s wrong with you?” Your eyes were watery as you asked. It seemed like you would explode at any moment.

“Are fucking on your period? Why so sensitive?” His smile infuriated you, and he laughed as if something amusing had happened. There was something very punchable about his face.

“Why do you still treat Noir like a fucking jackass? He follows your instructions to the letter, and you are simply being disrespectful to him and the team as a whole.” You spoke angrily, as if you wanted him to share your feelings of rage. You wanted to wipe that foolish smile off his face.

His body abruptly shifted, giving you a menacing glance and raising his finger in your direction. “Don't fucking give me some advise. Who the fuck are you? You do realize that I am the fucking boss here, don't you?”

He hasn't been this angry with you in a long time, so you were surprised by his harsh remarks. It seemed like he hated you as he spat those words.

You yelled back, “I don't even know the man I'm talking to anymore,” at which point your tears finally fell. “Since Crimson entered your life, you have changed, Ben. She fucking hates you; she doesn't even love you. Don’t you see it?”

He was eventually enraged by your screams at him, and he stood in front of you with hate in his eyes. Your heart pained when you saw him staring at you like that, with eyes full of anger and fury.

“Do you know what I'm going to do?” He asked softly, as if he were just saying something kind. “I'm fucking gonna kill that masked pussy Noir and fucking make sure you watch through it.”

His cold words frozen you, and your eyes widened seeing he meant every word he said.

You shoved him away by his chest and sobbed, “If you ever touch Noir, I swear I'll cut Countess’ bitch head and throw it to your fucking thick skull.”

You were aware that nothing or no one could stop Ben from doing what he wanted to do, and that you might be the reason Noir was put to death or anything like. Your pulse raced upon witnessing Ben's unexpected outburst of rage against Noir.

Judging by his face, it was clear he was taken aback by your sharp words. You’ve never talked in athreatening way before with anyone. Your sigh and sobbing were the only things that filled the pregnant silence in the room.

“Ben,” you said softly, trying to reach again one more time, and you touched his face, hoping he wouldn’t push your hands back. To your surprise, he didn’t make a move. You looked him into the eyes between your tears and said, “I am the only one who truly loves you. Not her, not anyone else. Just me. What happened to us?”

You waited for him to answer you after you gave him a firm kiss, showing your love and care for him, but he didn’t kiss you back. Instead, he pushed your hands away from his face, with an unreadable look on his face.

“Why are you being selfish?” he asked, breaking the silence, almost irritated by your kindness toward him. “People love seeing me and her together. Duty fucking comes first.”

“You don’t owe love to her just to be loved by people you don’t even know,” you said, trying to convince him he didn’t have to do something he didn’t want to.

“How the fuck do you know I’m doing this for people only?”

“What do you mean?” you asked, as your heart skipped for a moment.

“Maybe I’m fed up with your soft attitude, and I want to be with her. How about that?” He said he was giving you an insidious smile.

With a heavy heart, you stepped back from him as more tears dropped from your cheeks. There was no point trying to convince Ben for your love while he didn’t give a fuck about it at all and the one he wanted was actually Countess.

“Is that what you want?”

“It fucking is,” he said, sitting down in the coach and keeping sniffing cocaine, like the conversation meant nothing to him and he wanted you to be gone.

Before leaving his house, you turned him one last time, saying, “She’ll betray you, Ben. I don’t know if I see that day, but you’ll see it.”

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A/N: Well, that was a one shot, but let me know if you think that I should make it multi-chapters. Comments are appreciated, hehehe. <33

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lets-try-some-writing · 9 months ago

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Question. How do you think the TFP bots each find the squishies that are humans look. Like aesthetically. Which ones find them cute or gross or funny looking? Cause in the Scraplet episode, Ratchet said “Typically I find your fleshiness your least engaging qualities.” Meaning that Ratchet find the humans gross to some extent, meaning that the Autobots does have aesthetic opinions about the humans. And it seems like everyone got different opinions. So what’s your head canon for each of their opinions?

Ooooooh now this is a question I will happily answer!

Ratchet: His views on humans and squishies in general is summed up to GROSS. He sees humans as essentially a bunch of organs in a poorly made plastic bag walking around on stilts. They are worse than hairless cats in his optics. They may be nice enough, but he would prefer to poke them with sticks or handle them with a hazmat suit if given a choice. He's warmed up to them, but will never find them particularly appealing. Interesting? Yes. Appealing? Primus no.

Bumblebee: Bumblebee thinks humans are a little unsettling, but he appreciates them in the way one would a pet tarantula. He can find something to see as appealing in them, although as a general rule he is not particularly enthralled with them. He is fond of human eyes, largely because their pupils dilate a great deal like how his optics cycle. He also finds it fascinating how many colors humans can have their eyes up being.

Arcee: She sits in the same boat as Ratchet for the most part. However she has one aspect of humanity that she is surprisingly fond of. She thinks human hair is quite "cute" in a sense. It reminds her somewhat of stories of Solus and she has always found it fun how humans can style their hair in so many unique ways. She has even gone so far as to ask June to teach her how to braid hair simply because Arcee also finds the texture of hair to be facinating.

Bulkhead: His thoughts on humanity can be summed up simply with: Smol Beans. He thinks they are adorable in the way one would look at a mouse and think it cute. Sure humans can do gross things like execrate and create strange internal liquids and sounds, but they are just so small. He can't help but find that fact appealing.

Wheeljack: He is neither grossed out or really invested in humans. He could care less what they look like. He's been everywhere and seen everything, so very little bothers him anymore when meeting new races. He does think that human teeth are interesting though. Cybertronians have their own version of the mouth bones, but humans growing the mouth bones and then having a few sets of them is something he just thinks is rather inspiring.

Smokescreen: He... doesn't like humans. He's in Ratchet's boat, but he's a lot less tactful in his outward reactions. His first few weeks on Earth involved a lot of gagging at humans as a whole. Squishies are not his cup of tea, but he's learned to handle it for the most part. So long as the squishes are clothed reasonably, he can pretend they are armored and ignore the fact that they are walking bags of bits and bone.

Optimus: He doesn't mind humanity. He doesn't think they are physically appealing in any real regard, but he admires their minds. Such small creatures holding hope and intellect on par with the more technological races is something he finds impressive. He also holds an appreciation for their voices simply because they are clear and without complication. It is new, and for that reason he finds it beautiful in a sense.

Ultra Magnus: He doesn't like humans. Period. He tolerates them for the sake of the team and negotiations, and he may be appreciative of human comrades and friends. But the species as a whole? He is not fond of them. He is largely more confused than anything else. He has no idea how such a fleshy and delicate species lasted so long. But he has largely shrugged it off and moved on with life.

#transformers #maccadam #transformers prime #optimus prime #team prime #ratchet #bumblebee #arcee #bulkhead #wheeljack #ultra magnus #smokescreen #cybertronian culture #the bots have opinions #the general consensus is that fleshies are weird #gross in some cases #strange in others #but weird all the same

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thisisourlovestory · 11 months ago

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Safe and Sound

Finnick Odair x reader soulmate AU

Summary: you are a victor from district 4. The Quarter Quell has just been announced. How will you cope with the turn of events coming your way.

Word count- 2.8k

Notes: Happy New Year! Hope you enjoy this one. My phone deleted half of it so I had to rewrite it but that worked in my favour and I think it’s better than it was

Chapter 3

The next morning I was awoken by knocking at my door. Assuming it to be Lysander I ignored it and took my sweet time getting ready, taking a long shower under burning water, brushing my teeth vigorously, loosely clipping back the front strands of my hair and slipping on a pale blue dress from the wardrobe in the wall before making my way to the dining area. I followed the smell of freshly cooked bacon and pancakes, my mouth watering as I sat down and took a few pancakes, stacking them up, cutting a slab of butter that melted as soon as I dropped it on top, drizzling sticky sweet syrup over them and layering bacon on top. I grabbed a fork and dug into my towering pillar of food, the salty bacon contrasting with the sugary syrup. I polished it off in no time at all and reached for the piles of jewel like fruits, stacked in tiny ceramic bowls in the centre of the table. I had just bit into a slice of watermelon, pink juice dripping down the corner of my mouth, when Mags walked in with Lysander who flaunted a garish purple and gold striped suit and he began to speak as loudly as ever as I quickly wiped my chin.

“Good morning!” My head hit the table.

“Goodness Y/N, did you not get enough sleep last night?” He asked, looking at me with slight concern.

“I'm fine thank you for asking,” I answered, “Just woke up a bit too early.” I rubbed my head, smiling sheepishly and his gaze softened.

“That simply won't do!” He exclaimed, “We need you to be on top form for when you’re in the arena.”

“Lysander.” I called out softly, interrupting what was sure to be a long tirade. “I… I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for my outburst yesterday. I don't know what I was thinking. I suppose, well I suppose I was just a little overwhelmed by all this. I hope you can forgive me. “ I twisted a strand of my hair in my fingers and he took the bait immediately. I could almost see what he was thinking. Such a kind girl, she must be terrified, very sweet of her to apologise. His eyes gained a look of sympathy as he raised a hand to his heart and walked over to me.

“It's quite alright dear, no need for apologies. I completely understand you must be feeling absolutely terrified of all this. You did such a kind thing volunteering for Miss Cresta, so selfless, dear and I’m sure she appreciates it very much.” I nodded, going back to my food, and he clapped. “Now that's all sorted out, we need a plan for you.” He looked me up and down, assessing me as Mags grinned into her bowl at the look on my face. “I'm thinking we play the innocent card, the fact you were so young when you won will help with that a lot. You are one of the youngest in the games this year after all. We simply must also use the fact that you are a true performer and ballet is such a beautiful art form indeed so,” he turned to Mags, “I propose we paint her as an angel.”

I choked on a piece of watermelon, the apprehension on my face giving way to horror. Mags patted me gently on the back and I straightened in my seat, sending a grateful smile her way as Lysander continued, lost in his own world.

“Of course only your stylist can decide this but I’m fairly certain I can put in a word and if they didn't already have the same idea after watching the reaping then I'll eat my hat.” I eyed the purple monstrosity on his head and imagined it being stuffed into his mouth, wondering if maybe that would be the thing that would finally shut him up. I wanted to scream at him, tell him that I was no angel and he was a monster for finding some kind of pleasure in this, deciding what part I should play as I die. Instead I just smiled slightly and lowered my head to stop him from seeing the tears in my eyes. At that second Finnick walked in and Lysander's attention was immediately drawn to him. I sat silently as he practically interrogated him, asking how he was feeling, if he thought he could win. The answers were short, not letting anything interesting slip but giving enough to satisfy Lysander and fool him into thinking he was basically his new best friend. I zoned out part way through Lysanders rant about what the Gamemakers would throw at us this year- as if we hadn't all been thinking about it since they were announced. Suddenly, I was brought back to reality by the sound of my name.

“Y/N, Y/N.” I blinked and my gaze shifted to Lysander.

“Sorry.” I muttered

“Quite alright dear, you must be tired if you didn't get enough sleep. We're going to watch the games you were both in, for reference.” My mind didn't register the words and I simply nodded before I realised what he had said and my eyes widened in shock.

We watched Finnicks first, since he won before me. From the reaping all the way through to the crowning ceremony. He was confident in the interviews, dressed in the most impeccable suit and tie, clearly designed to show off his beauty, laughing at Caesar Flickerman's comments and responding with his own witty quips, not just a pretty face at all. Then utterly deadly in the arena. For the first few days he had lain low, not much excitement but enough to keep sponsors interested. Then he got the trident, the most expensive gift ever seen, and it was over. District 4 was fishing after all, and it seemed Finnick Odair was born to wield the trident. He captured tribute after tribute in a net and killed them all, offering no mercy. And finally the last cannon went off announcing him the winner. Fourteen years old and he had won, the youngest victor, the most handsome victor, the Capitol darling. Finnick Odair. If he was that good back then, I had no doubt he would be extraordinary now. He had it all as well, the looks which first made the Capitol love him, he was intelligent, and undoubtedly one of the best fighters that would be going into the arena. Mags and I sat there speechless as Lysander congratulated Finnick endlessly.

“And how you used that trident, extraordinary! I don't believe you'll struggle in these games now that you've had ten years to practise.” I could only think of how young he'd been, how he'd been forced to grow up so quickly after, how he'd won- but what was the cost?

Then my games were switched on; I saw myself going through it all over again. The walk up to the stage after my name was called, all eyes on me. The chariot ride where they had dressed me up as a mermaid, all shimmering fabrics and a golden crown. The interview, where Caesar asked me questions about my life back home and I answered quietly, barely audible, playing the sweet little girl as I danced for them momentarily. The arena, my frightened face as the boy from 10 died in front of me, running and hiding. Then a cut to as I made my first kills, I saw the light leave their eyes as the blood left their bodies. Another cut, to the chase and confrontation with Arion, the second the knife left my hand I closed my eyes and the thud as it hit him echoed in my ears.

They showed the crowning ceremony last, I stood calmly on the dais with my hands clasped in front of my body. I had been made to wear a white dress that fell to my knees and had a red bow tied around it. The same red adorned the pins in my hair, shaped like roses, and the single gem hanging from a silver chain around my neck. The significance was not lost on me, young as I was. I had killed three people in the arena so I wore three pieces of red. One for each of them, the crimson colour their blood on my hands. President Snow walked up slowly and placed the golden laurels on my head. He looked down at me, a small smile on his face as I gazed up at him, he whispered something that only I could hear. Words that left me pale and confused, words that could have been good but in the circumstances only sounded like the promise of a life of pain. His mouth moved on the screen and I read his lips.

“The Capitol will love you.” He stepped away and proclaimed me their victor. And it struck me how I looked so tiny compared to him and everyone around me, as the Capitol roared with applause and my big eyes stared out over them, disbelieving and uncertain before the tape ended leaving the compartment in silence.

I shoved my seat back, the legs screeching on the floor, and stood up quickly. Everyone turned to face me as I stayed still for a second.

“Y/N.” Lysander began but I cut him off.

“No, I just, I need to, I can't.” My brain was jumbled, old memories being dragged to the surface unwillingly. So I turned and I ran.

I sprinted along the train, pushing doors open as I ran through the compartments. Avoxes jumped out of my way as I barreled past them, looking at me in curiosity. I came to the end of the train and held my hands in front of me to push through the doors. I crashed through them and fell into the railing. I gripped onto the cold metal as if it was the only thing keeping me in reality, the wind rushed past me and my hair floated in front of me, strands whipping in the cold air. I could barely see, tears blurring my vision and hair covering my face. I took a shuddering breath, letting the cold air flood my lungs, and I broke. I cried and cried and cried. Letting out everything that I had kept bottled up for seven years. I had cried before, that day on the cliffs, that was for the games, for the fact that it was happening all over again for so many people across Panem. But this. This was for me. For every pain I had endured since I won, the evenings spent dancing and singing under lights focused solely on me, the fear of making a mistake stopping me from enjoying it fully, the nights spent alone, unable to sleep because of the nightmares, the days spent wandering around like a lost soul, wondering if it would ever be better than what it was.

So I cried for myself, in one selfish moment I allowed myself to only care about myself. Tears dripped down my face, droplets falling on the railing for what felt like forever. Eventually my throat grew raw and my eyes seemed to run out of tears to cry. I dropped my head forwards into my hands and my eyes glazed over with the memories I had suppressed.

I was no longer on the train headed to the Capitol. I was in the arena. Perched on an icy tree branch, pressed against the tree trunk to keep from slipping off. Hidden by the frozen leaves in the white fluffy clothing they had given us to wear. A tribute ran underneath my hiding spot, running away from something, two others followed chasing him. I immediately recognised them as career tributes, this was all just a game of cat and mouse to them. And they caught him. I shoved a piece of cloth in my mouth to stop myself from letting out any noise that would give myself away and clapped my hands over my ears to block out the noise of his screaming in pain and crying out for help from someone as they ripped into him, their laughter echoing in the otherwise silent forest. A warning that they were on the hunt and if you valued your life you would get out of there as soon as possible.

I had stayed in that tree for the first few days until I was eventually forced to move when the gamemakers released mutts into the arena. Great big slobbering beasts that lumbered along harmlessly until someone tried to kill one. Then all hell had broken loose as they chased tributes up trees and then hurled themselves unrelentingly at them, bringing them down and mauling them beyond recognition. They brought about the deaths of five tributes before they just disappeared, presumably called back out after doing their job.

I snapped out of my daze as I felt someone standing next to me. My gaze cleared as I pushed the memories back into a locked box in my mind. I didn’t need to look to know who it was, the mark on my wrist burning and on instinct I pulled my sleeve down and took a small step to the side to lessen the sting. It eased immediately from the small distance between us and faded to a dull throbbing. Finnick said nothing at my movement and we just looked out over the passing countryside, rolling green fields, trees that touched the sky and vast lakes stretching beyond the horizon. We stayed like that, peaceful, just taking it all in until he finally broke the silence.

“You were so young.”

I smiled bitterly, resting my chin on my open palm propped up on the railing.

“We all were but we had no choice. They just want to watch their games. And they don’t care if innocent children die so they can have them.” I laughed slightly. “Then they get the one that lives.” I shook my head, my fingers tightening on the rail, the cold metal biting into my skin. “They get to kill us then they get to keep us.” I turned around, leaning backwards onto the railing and looked up, watching the clouds move slowly away in the blue sea of the sky. Then the Capitol came into view, towering buildings taking up the skyline, marring it with grey,

“I'm going to go back in,” Finnick said, following my line of vision, “You should as well.” With that he stepped back into the train, not sparing a second glance as I watched him walk through a set of doors and out of sight. I relaxed as he left and stayed in my position, head tilted skywards, eyes closed until I felt tiny drops of water on my face. I opened my eyes to see rain falling, a light drizzle but enough to dampen my clothes and hair, I laughed slightly and walked inside, the warmth hitting me in a blast. I hadn't realised how cold I'd been before but the heat warmed me and my clothes quickly dried off. I looked over my shoulder as I walked through the doors that slid open, the rain pattering on the windows lightly, a last glimpse of normality.

I quickly made my way through the train, hearing Lysander screeching at unfortunate avoxes to find me as if I was missing and he had no idea where to find me. I stepped into the compartment to see him looking frazzled, he immediately caught sight of me standing unsurely at the edge of the room and gave a dramatic sigh of relief.

“Not to worry everyone she's here.” The train jolted to a stop. “We have arrived.” Lysander practically squealed and eyed me.” Dear, you should just fluff out your hair a bit, and try to look happy for the cameras.” I nod my head once and plaster a smile on my face. He nodded in approval.

We made our way to the doors. Finnick and I stood either side of Lysander and Mags was just behind us. I can see people through the windows already, screaming and shouting with excitement.

“Now everyone, remember this is the first time they will see you so make sure to leave a good impression. That means smile and wave, blow a few kisses if you have to.” Lysander told us, focusing his words mostly on me. A bell rang and he quickly turned around to me, perfecting everything he could see wrong, the tiniest hair out of place, my sleeves at different lengths and pushing my cheeks into a smile. Facing forward just in time as the doors slid open and we stepped out into the masses.

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catierambles · 16 days ago

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Witch Hunt Ch. 1

It was a smell you never forgot. Once it was in your nose, you would always know it. Putrid, almost sickly sweet, with a coppery undertone. Several officers keeping the scene secure were either green in the face, or had their shirts over their noses, a couple looked like they had already gotten sick.

Walter did his best to ignore it, putting the mask over his mouth and nose to try to at least dampen it. He also did not need that smell on the back of his tongue. The body itself was in good condition, all things considering. The fact that it was still smoking slightly made him think it was fairly recent.

“We know when it happened?” He asked, crouching down on his haunches.

“People who called it in reported an explosion about thirty minutes ago.” The uniform said, “Blew the windows out, caused some damage to the cars outside. There was no active fire when the firefighters got here, and they found the body.” He looked around, seeing the shattered windows, the glass out on the street and sidewalk with only a couple pieces on the floor. Definitely broken from the inside.

Scorch marks surrounded the body, especially where the...charring was the greatest around the face and neck. Eyes, lips, nose, most of the face really, burned away. What hair was left and not burned was gray. The hands were intact, no sign of fire damage, the skin thin and wrinkled on the backs with thick fingers only slightly marred by arthritis. Older man, most likely. Walter gave the area another sweep, seeing the hand written tags on items in display cases, or ones that had fallen to the floor. A register sat on one counter, older model, everything done by hand. It was closed and he would have someone check, but robbery didn’t seem to be a motive.

And a flamethrower wasn’t exactly the ideal stick-up weapon.

It also wouldn’t have blown the windows out. Not enough damage for a explosive device of some kind. Only the victim and the immediate area showed any real signs of what happened. Pushing up the sleeve of the victim’s shirt with the tip of his pen, he saw bruising around the wrists indicative of being restrained, but there were no restraints on or around the body.

“Ma’am!” The officer at the door snapped and he stood, seeing the woman push past him with an annoyed look. Dark hair was clipped back away from her face, her black suit fitting her in a way that looked tailored.

“Who’s in charge of this scene?” She asked.

“I am.” Walter said, approaching her and pulling the mask down, “And I’ll have to ask you to—”

“Agent Logan, FBI.” She said, pulling a badge from her inner jacket pocket. He held his hand out for it and she gave it to him, watching him look it over and then back up at her.

“How can I help you, Agent?” He asked, handing the badge back. She just looked around him to the body on the floor, tucking the badge back in her pocket.

“Shit.” She said when she turned her attention back to him, he was suddenly struck by the vividness of her turquoise colored eyes, framed by a dark fringe. “What do we know so far?”

“We?” Walter asked, arching a brow.

“Let’s start over.” She said, “As previously stated, I’m Agent Cait Logan with the FBI, and I’ve been tracking a killer who uses this method all over the country. Restrain, torture, electrocute, burn.”

“No sign of electrocution or torture.”

“He burns the face after running a few thousand volts through the temples. Your medical examiner will confirm it. They’ll find no smoke or soot in the lungs, victim was already dead before being set aflame.”

“What does he use to burn them?” Walter asked.

“No idea, I’ll be sure to ask when I catch him.”

“And we know it’s a him?” He asked and she nodded.

“Behavioral Analysts at Quantico pegged him as a white male, about late-30s to early-40s. A narcissist who hates being told no. Shitty at interpersonal relationships, and probably pays the bills by selling stolen items. Robbery isn’t the motive, though, just a means to an end. I’d have your guys find the victims inventory logs, double-check it against what’s still here, put out a BOLO for anything that doesn’t come up.” She said and looked around, “Seeing a lot of old stuff, but not thrift. Antiques. There’ll be pictures for insurances purposes, either here or with the insurance company.”

“How does he choose his victims?”

“It appears to be random. He doesn’t stick to any kind of victimology. I have a theory it’s less who they are, and more what they can give him. Head-shrinkers agree with me.”

“Like what?” Walter asked, “You said robbery wasn’t his focus.”

“It’s not. Again, I’ll ask when I catch him.”

“You’re including us in this investigation?” Walter asked, “Expected you to take over.”

“No.” She said with a snort, “Unlike my esteemed fellows, I don’t think I’m better than local cops just because my jurisdiction is a country, not a county. You have home court advantage. The only think I ask is that I be the one to make the arrest and take custody if and when we find him. Same request I made of all the others.”

“I can agree to that.” He said and she gave him a dazzling smile.

“I look forward to working with you I never got your name.”

“Walter Marshall. Detective Walter Marshall.” He said, finding himself start to return the smile.

“Okay, Detective, let’s get to work.” She moved around him, walking a tight circle around the body but being careful not to smudge the scorch marks. “This is where the victim was lit up, but not where he died. You found signs of restraint?”

“Bruising around the wrists.” Walter said, pulling the mask back up as he joined her. Reaching into his jeans pocket, he pulled out another mask and offered it, but she waved it away.

“Thank you, but I’m fine. I’m a bit nose blind to it now.” She said and he tucked it back in his pocket with a shrug. “He takes his time with his victims so he’ll need seclusion, but still be close by.” Heading deeper into the shop, she stopped by a door, “Did anyone dust this door knob for prints yet?”

“Not yet, still waiting on the techs.” Walter said and she pulled a pair of black nitrile gloves from her suit pocket, putting them on before opening the door.

“There we are.” She said and he joined her. It was a one-person bathroom, thin bits of cord still hanging from the pipe under the sink “He comes in, probably at closing, overpowers the victim, drags him back into the bathroom and ties him up.”

“No blood.” Walter pointed out, “You said he uses torture?”

“Electric shocks, probably a stun gun or a cattle prod. Low voltage at first just to cause pain, and then when he gets what wants, he cranks up the power and well...” She gestured to the body on the floor.

“Why burn them after?” Walter asked, “If they’re already dead, why not just leave them? Why make a show of it?”

“Narcissist, remember? He wants people to find the body as soon as possible, he wants people to know what he did. He doesn’t want to be caught, but he wants people to know it was him so he does things to set him apart from others. To make him unique.”

“He has an ego.”

“Don’t they all.”

#henry cavill #walter marshall #witch hunt

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sweet-self-indulgence · 1 month ago

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Hey love your work! can you write some Mika x James smut please im desperate! <3 Hope you have a wonderfull day <3

Thank you! <3

Once I got started on this James seemed to write himself! I can't be bothered to edit right now, so look for a cleaner version on AO3 in a couple of days.

According to plan

How is Mika going to get the attention she craves from James? Maybe she needs a plan, or maybe spontaneity will win the day.

Mika sighs and flicks sand with her toe. James has his nose stuck firmly in his latest book, all but ignoring the beautiful seaside.

It wouldn’t be so bad that it’s how he wants to spend his beach time if it weren’t for the fact he’s been acting like a manager for the whole trip. Of course he’s been good at it too. Every day has been a perfect mix of activities. Enough time on the beach to have fun but not enough to get bored and sunburnt, fantastic local food for dinner, and excursions to stunning natural wonders.

Mika cringes at how selfish those thoughts make her feel. It really has been the perfect vacation, except for the fact she’s hardly spent any time with James. At first, she was happy to sit and read beside him, but she exhausted her reading material 2 days ago.

Another sigh escapes Mika as her mind wanders to the tall, dark-haired, too-smart-for-his-own-good love interest from her novel. He had been very eager to spend time alone with the protagonist.

“Hey doofus!”

Her moment of pleasant distraction is shattered by Sam’s shout, “stop staring into space like a fish and come souvenir shipping with us!”

Mika rolls her eyes at Sam’s insulting simile, “It’s called ‘thinking’, Sam, you should try it sometime.”

James smiles behind his book, sharing his secret glee at Sam’s sputtering response in a quick glance at Mika. Her heart does a little flutter at his smile.

Before she can recover control of her body, James shouts towards his brothers, “Don’t take too long! We’re meeting in the lobby for dinner at 6!” and motions her off with a tilt of his head.

Mika misses the hungry gaze cast over the top of his book, watching her every movement as she stretches and pulls a sundress over her swimsuit.

After shopping and dinner, Mika, Erik, and Damien are star gazing from the rooftop bar of their hotel. Each has been lost in their own thoughts since the others have gone to bed, quietly watching more and more stars blink into existence in the darkening sky.

“You know,” Damien says after several minutes of silence, “James is very good at planning”

Erik and Mika make small noises in acknowledgement to Damien stating the obvious. He continues, “but even he can’t plan a … spontaneous moment”

Mika’s face heats at the absolutely lewd inflection he managed to pack into such an innocuous word. Erik fails miserably at stifling giggles beside her.

“Maybe that’s something you can help him with.” Damien finishes casually.

Mika shoots to her feet indignant but also suddenly desperate to see James. She had been thinking about him all day, imagining how he might sweep her off her feet at any given moment. More often than not said sweeping landed her in bed with him. The mere mention of his name triggered a fresh wave of want inside her.

She stalks off in a pretend huff. Erik’s teasing words ring in her ears “Have fun~”

Alone in the elevator she wonders what kind of fun James would want to have.

Mikas feet take her back to the hotel suite while her mind remains distracted by images of James.

Suddenly she’s standing in his empty room and all of her confidence evaporates in an instant. The door to the common area is ajar, did she open it? The lights are on, she’s pretty sure she didn’t do that.

James is nowhere in sight. Maybe that’s a good thing, she was too busy fantasizing to have any idea what she was going to say to him anyway. Mika turns to leave, resigned to try to take the edge off in the shower.

Mika’s exit is halted as she walks right into something. Hands are wrapped around her upper arms, keeping her from stumbling backwards.

Her focus snaps back to reality and onto James. His eyes are slightly wide in surprise. They’re almost hidden by damp black hair. A white towel drapes over his shoulders. His shoulders and arms are covered in a light blue satin pajama top that has yet to be buttoned.

Mika notices how her fingers are braced against the bare skin of his chest and her breath hitches.

James leans down until his nose is nearly touching Mika’s neck. He takes two slow, deep breaths. Each exhale sends shivers down her spine and sets her heart racing.

When he finally stands straight his pupils are wide. “You smell incredible”, his voice is quiet, but pitched deep, graveling against the bottom of his throat.

His words pull sharply at the need building inside of her. “I—I’ve been thinking about you.” Mika’s fingers move slowly up James’ chest.

Amber eyes seem to darken with James’ chuckle, “what have you been think that has you in such a …state?” His final word is accompanied by his heated gaze traveling slowly down Mika’s body.

Mika swears she can feel his eyes on her. Her nipples tighten as he gazes at her chest and an unbearable heat pulses between her thighs as he stared pointedly where she can feel wetness gathering in her bikini bottoms.

Mika can’t take the tension for one second longer. Her hands grab the back of James’ head and pull him down into a rough kiss. Her fingers roughly grip his damp hair as his tongue slides inside her mouth.

After a moment James straightens, “You know, It is quite improper for a young lady to be in a man’s bedroom so late at night.” His usual manners play with the flirtatious undertones of his words.

“What will people think?”, he continues.

Mika recognizes the out that he is giving her a chance to choose between the gentleman and the demon. A wicked grin breaks across her face, “They’ll think I’m the lucky girl who gets to fuck an incubus.”

Suddenly, Mika is pushed against the wall. She registers one of James’ hands under her ass while his hips pin hers. The other is gently guiding her jaw in a passionate kiss. Their mouths work in tandem for several long moments, every movement of James’ lips sends waves of heat crashing into her core.

When they finally break apart, flushed and panting, James’ eyes glow a warm gold. “May I?”

“Please” The word is barely out of Mika’s mouth before a warm tingling sensation rushes through her. The world slows as the enthrallment kicks in, Mika’s attention is focused solely on the demon between her legs, pining her to the wall.

His eyes look fierce without glasses to soften them. Mika wonders how far she can push him. She starts by grabbing the towel around his neck and tossing it to the floor. Then her hands find his chest again and slide his open shirt off his shoulders. James carefully shifts his hold on her to let it fall to the floor while keeping Mika off the ground.

She takes in his form approvingly, trying her best to replicate how his gaze made her feel. Her eyes lock onto a bulge in the satin on his pants. One hand drifts lazily down his stomach before groping lower. Mika gasps as he twitches in her hand. His head thuds against the wall next to hers as he groans out her name.

“James!” her voice sounds desperate in her ears. His teeth come to the thin straps on her shoulder. A hand mirrors the motion on her other side and her bikini top and sundress are pulled down below her breasts.

James wastes no time in lavishing her breasts. The gentle circles of his tongue send energy spiraling down between her thighs.

Mika squirms in pleasure, searching desperately for friction to sate the burning in her core. Her hips buck forward and she slides against James’ hip.

“Don’t move or I’ll drop you!” James growls around her nipple. But he does release her other breast and slides his fingers along her inner thigh. When they reach her bikini bottoms, nimble fingers untie the knots at each hip before throwing the garment away.

Mika gasps as the cool air moves against her folds.

James locks eyes with her as one finger traces agonizing patterns around her clit. Mika bites her lip, and moans as she does her best to repress the desire to squirm under his touch.

Mika is growing hotter and hotter. Energy swirls from everywhere in her body down to the small bundle of nerves James is teasing and back out again. Every cycle is more intense than the last and Mika feels she may lose her mind from the pleasure if it goes on much longer. She dares not move and become unsecure in James’ grasp, but she does have one more tool in her arsenal.

“R—Raestrao!” she cries as another ripple of pleasure radiates from her core.

The incubus shudders almost imperceptibly as he pants open-mouthed. Mika sees a dangerous glint in his eyes that sends new shivers down to where James’ fingers have halted.

Mika hooks her fingers into his waistband and pushes it down. James’ cock springs free and bounces against her folds. The pair gasp at the sudden sensation.

In an instant James’ head is pressed into her. Mika squeezes her walls around him. His lips pull back in a snarl as he thrusts quickly into her. Mika chokes on a gasp at the sudden fullness, reveling in the slight twinge in her muscles that she’d never be able to achieve alone.

She’s allowed one more moment to adjust before James starts pushing into her at a punishing pace.

Mika lets her head fall back against the wall; her eyes screwed shut as she’s flooded with wave after wave of pleasure. Her dull nails carve into the flesh of James’ back, earning her another deep groan.

James shifts his feet and nails her against the wall. Mika’s energy swirls violently in her body funneling down to where she and James are connected. For a moment everything is white, Mika is floating in an ocean of tingling pleasure.

Then a dam breaks and Mika is screaming for James. She’s not sure which names she’s using, maybe both. She distantly realizes she hears her own name too.

A moment later, the hotel room comes back into focus. James slowly slides out from her, then leans her against his chest as he walks towards the bed. They collapse onto it unceremoniously.

They remain a sweaty pile of tangled limbs and heavy breathing for several minutes. Eventually, James brushes the hair out of Mika’s face, “love?”

His voice sounds so uncertain. Mika reassures him with a long and tender kiss. Her hands trace gently over his scalp. They share a warm smile as they finally break apart.

“You know, you’re pretty loud when you want to be. What will people think?” Mika finally finds the words to tease James who promptly blushes.

Just as he opens his mouth the respond, Matthew’s voice echoes from the other side of the wall, “They’ll think ‘please shut up and let the rest of us get some sleep!’”

#seduce me otome #seduce me the otome #seduce me #seduceme #ask #fanfiction #seduce me fanfiction #james anderson #raestrao #james x mika

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isntitdelicatevivi · 6 months ago

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﹙𝓙 ﹚𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 ! 𝐀emond and Aegon | Modern AU.

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♡ ◟𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 : You are a rock star. You, Aegon and Aemond are part of a band, and Aemond discovers that you are having sex with Aegon too, and he wants exclusivity. Part 2.

♡ ◟𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 : 18+, airplane sex, dirty talk, fingering, threesome, double penetration, oral sex (m f receiving), description of a panic attack.

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English is not my first language, sorry.

Sitting on that fluffy couch, she wasn't paying attention to anything her manager, Corlys Velaryon, was saying. It was something about legal contracts or tour schedules; it wasn't really something she cared about at the moment. Her mind was elsewhere. Or rather, on someone else. Discreetly, with a lowered gaze, she captured the silhouette's outline on the other side of the room: the pointed nose and square jaw in profile, the light hair pinned back with black clips behind the ear. Aegon was paying close attention to what Corlys was saying with his violet eyes. Standing in the right corner of the room was Aemond. His straight fringe covered part of his face, his bare shoulders, and his exposed collarbone. There in that room, their silhouettes formed a triangle, each one in a corner; it was almost ironic, considering the situation she had put herself in. The previous week, Aegon had witnessed something extremely uncomfortable, not only for him but also for her and Aemond. Since then, none of the three had exchanged a single word with each other, and she feared they wouldn't for some time.

─ Y/N? ─ Corlys's deep voice pulled her out of her reverie, making her look up at him, his eyebrows raised, as if waiting for the answer to something, something she had no idea what it was.

─ Hm? ─ The man sighed, placing two fingers on the bridge of his nose, pressing the cartilage, and fixing his dark eyes on her again.

─ What is going on with you three? Do I have to dictate everything as if you were children? ─ She opened her lips slightly; it seemed like there were miles of distance between one and another, and the fact that they hadn't exchanged a word since they arrived made everything too obvious.

─ Sorry, we just had a busy week. ─ She replied, her eyes traveling from Aegon to Aemond, noticing how stern they were acting, not looking back at her, nor did they want to.

─ Whatever. You all get on that plane at 10pm. There's a crowd of fans in Highgarden, and I don't want you to miss the interview, understood? ─ The three of them just murmured, and with that, Corlys nodded, adjusting the white suit on his body, and then leaving the room. The door closed and the torturous silence collided with her noisy thoughts.

─ Ah-... ─ As soon as she opened her mouth and any sound came out of her lips, Aemond left. He didn't wait, didn't look at her, didn't murmur, he simply peeled his back off the wall and walked to the exit. A frustrated sigh left her throat, and before Aegon had the chance to do the same, she quickly got up from the couch, grabbing his wrist until his violet eyes were fixed on her face.

─ Aegon, please. How long are we going to keep up this silent treatment? ─ Her eyebrows curved into a sad expression, she wasn't pretending, she was genuinely upset about what had happened. In just one night, she lost the two lovers for whom she had had feelings for a long time; everything seemed to have gone down the drain in her love life, but she was willing to fight for it.

─ Silent treatment? Fuck, Y/N... Do you really want me to say something?

─ Please, Aeg... Just talk to me, even if it's to curse me out, or to say you're mad at me... Just don't ignore me, please. ─ Her fingers slowly released his wrist, she didn't let him go all at once, afraid he would leave if she did.

─ I'm not mad at you, I'm disappointed. Fuck, you were screwing Aemond... while we were- ─ He paused, because whatever he was going to say, he knew it wasn't true. ─ While we were having a thing.

─ I know, and I'm so sorry. Aegon, I couldn't help it, okay? You don't understand, I fell in love with you and with him. I didn't want you to find out that way, and I'm so sorry for that.

─ Were you even going to tell me? Or him? ─ A look of regret covered her entire face, and the guilt was evident in the way she looked at him.

─ He already knew... But wait! Aegon! He found out, I didn't tell him... But I was going to, I swear, I was just waiting...

─ Waiting for what?" He cut her off. "Waiting for one of us to ask you to be their girlfriend? And then you'd have to choose between one or the other? I never thought I’d say this, Y/N, outside of our dirty context, but... You really are a whore.

─ Aegon...

─ Don't talk to me, don't even look at me, understood? We'll do the shows, the interviews, and everything that's professionally necessary, because I'm not giving up on my dream because of you, but... personally, I don't want to even look at you anymore. You're dead to me. ─ His harsh words whipped her chest, she had never felt as miserable as she did now, and the worst part was knowing he was right. If she could, she would bury herself in the nearest hole and never seek the light again, she wanted to throw something or throw herself off something to avoid dealing with the consequences of the most passionately thoughtless acts she had ever committed.

There they were, the three of them, in front of the private jet that would take them to Highgarden. The only reason she didn't ask for a ticket on a commercial flight was because Corlys would also be there, with his grandson and "apprentice," Lucerys; and then she could play puzzles or cards with him to distract herself from the presence of Aemond and Aegon in the same place. But regret fell upon her as the pilot's voice echoed. "Corlys had an emergency, he'll meet us in Highgarden." Her face nearly fell to the floor, her knees went weak, and looking at the emergency exit behind her, she thought it was a good idea to open it and jump out, without a parachute. She shrank into the seat, gripping her phone tightly, sliding her fingers over any social network, liking posts that were merely interesting to mask her nervousness and disappointment, but not even Helaena's nonsensical and funny stories were able to calm her heartbeat.

Her entire body froze, from the hairs on the back of her neck to her little toe, she felt intense chills. She remembered the feeling perfectly; it wasn't common for her, but the last time she felt like this was when her father spent hours yelling and reaffirming how useless she was and that she would never be anything. Panic attack. Her chest tightened, the air seemed to refuse to move through her body, she felt the perfect moment when she tensed up in the seat and her senses became disabled, she couldn't move, and yet, her hands were trembling. There was a loud noise echoing in her ears when the phone fell to the floor, it sounded as invasive as the airplane's turbines, her vision blurred and she wasn't sure if it was because of the desperate tears that started to fall or because she was about to faint, and when she realized, she was hyperventilating, trembling, and crying. She couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't breathe, and although she was aware of her surroundings, it was as if her soul had abandoned her body because it wasn't obeying her. It was horrible, the noise of the turbines, and the agitation of the plane reaching a certain altitude made everything worse, she felt like she was going to die right there, sitting in the seat of a private jet, it would be tragic and dramatic.

Her chest was rising and falling as fast as the plane was flying, her breathing was as loud as the sound of her own crying, and she couldn't even distinguish if she was just crying or if she was making a scene; she was completely out of herself.

─ Y/N? Y/N! ─ She heard that voice, she felt warm fingers squeezing her knees, she saw a shadow of someone in a blur, but nothing was clear at that moment.

─ Shit, she's having a panic attack...─ Aegon said, his violet eyes meeting his brother's. It was impossible to tell which of the two was more worried. Aemond quickly walked over to him, gently pushing him aside and placing his hands on her cheeks, his thumbs wiping away her tears in an attempt to clear her vision.

─ Hey, hey... Look at me, look at me... I'm here with you... ─ Her eyes moved to the side, seeing Aemond's face more clearly, but his voice was still a distant sound. ─ Fuck, Aegon, go get a glass of water, don't just stand there like an idiot! ─ With clenched teeth, Aegon quickly got up, walked to the small fridge on the plane, and grabbed one of the water bottles. He opened it and patiently tried to bring it to her lips.

─ Let me do that. ─ Aemond contested, trying to take the bottle with one hand.

─ No! I got the water, I'm going to give it to her. ─ The older Targaryen growled, moving the bottle to the side, out of Aemond's reach.

─ Give me the bottle, Aegon, and let me take care of her properly.

─ I was the one who bothered to check on her in the first place. Go back to your seat and your shitty little world while I take care of her. ─ Aemond was about to retort, but he felt her body go limp under his fingers, which gave him just enough time to grab her shoulders before her body slumped forward.

─ Please... ─ She murmured, between tears and heavy breaths. Aemond sat down next to her, gently pulling her back to rest against his chest. He placed one hand on her forehead and wrapped the other around her waist to keep her in place. With a softer look at Aegon, he nodded, indicating that the older brother could give her the water.

─ Hey, everything will be fine... Drink a little of this... That's it, that's right... Slowly, careful not to choke... ─ Aegon guided the bottle to her lips, making her sip the liquid gently. ─ Good girl, breathe, okay? Everything will be fine...

The two brothers stayed there for minutes until she finally closed her eyes and fell asleep, her head resting on Aemond's chest, but her fingers intertwined with Aegon's.

Gently, she stirred in the seat. Aemond clearly felt the moment she tried to sit up, but he stopped her, holding her firmly yet gently by the shoulders, helping her get settled. Aegon's fingers immediately pulled both her hands towards him, and the brothers' four eyes were fixed on her face, both worried, checking her mental and physical state.

─ I'm okay... ─ She whispered, hearing Aegon's immediate sigh of relief. He picked up the water bottle next to him, still half full, and handed it to her. With her fingers still slightly trembling, she drank the remaining liquid and handed the empty bottle back to Aegon.

─ Do you want to eat something? Something sweet? ─ Aemond's voice echoed, but she shook her head in denial, pressing her fingers to her temple.

─ Are you feeling better? Can you breathe? Is everything alright? ─ Aegon bombarded her with questions and didn't wait for an answer. He pulled her from Aemond's arms, wrapping his own around her delicate figure, and hugged her tenderly, his nose brushing the top of her head, leaving a few kisses there. ─ I was worried about you. ─ He whispered, forgetting for a moment that Aemond was still there. He only realized his younger brother's presence when Aemond's possessive hands pulled her to him, almost brutally taking her from Aegon's embrace. Aemond held her against his chest, keeping her there and staring intently at his brother.

─ I was worried about you. Are you sure you're okay? ─ Aegon rolled his eyes, sliding his fingers to one of her thighs to give a reassuring squeeze and show his affection, but Aemond pushed him away, trying to keep him from her.

─ What the fuck is your problem, Aemond?! ─ He stood up, trying to look tough or something, but they both knew Aemond was the more intimidating of the two. She, of course, realized at that very moment what was happening, she was already conscious and recovered enough to understand what was going on there. And before it turned into a real fight, she pulled away from Aemond's body, pointing a finger from each hand at them.

─ Okay, okay... That's enough. I'm fine, you don't need to worry anymore. I appreciate you both taking care of me. ─ Her eyes moved back and forth, capturing their images, their faces, and their reactions.

─ I'm sorry, kitten, I didn't mean to make you nervous. ─ Aegon replied, gently touching her wrist. He left a kiss on her palm, a light smile on his lips.

─ Oh, fuck off, Aegon... And what about that talk of her being dead to you? Stop being such a hypocrite. ─ Aemond stood up, towering over Aegon, pulling her arm from his hand.

─ You listened to our conversation? Fuck you! ─ Aegon pushed Aemond's shoulders back, and she felt compelled to stand up, placing herself between them.

─ Hey, hey, hey... What did I say? That's enough! ─ Her palms pressed against each of their chests, keeping them apart. Aegon's eyes turned to her, and with one hand, he slid his fingers along her cheek, hearing Aemond growl in response. But knowing she was keeping them apart, he decided to be bolder and provoke his brother, this time, for real. In a swift move, his lips captured hers in a gentle kiss. It was calm, sweet, almost innocent, an act she didn't expect, catching her so off guard she couldn't even react against it. Aegon's eyes opened while his lips were still on hers, and he stared at Aemond, as if challenging him to do better.

With an angry sigh, one of Aemond's hands grabbed her chin, pulling her from Aegon's kiss and bringing her towards himself. He kissed her too, but not like Aegon. Aemond's lips parted, and as he left a light bite on her lower lip, his tongue slipped into her mouth, kissing her deeply. The sight of Aemond devouring her lips infuriated Aegon as much as it aroused him. His fingers grabbed Aemond's shirt collar, pushing him back, but before he could kiss her again, she herself pushed them both away.

─ What are you two doing? Stop it, I'm not a toy! ─ Her eyebrows furrowed, her eyes trying to understand their expressions.

─ Now you know how we feel. ─ Aemond replied. Her chest tightened again, her expression softened but also became sad.

─ That's not fair... ─ She murmured. Aegon's fingers slid to her neck, pulling her closer, his lips brushing her temple, but his eyes were fixed on Aemond.

─ See, love? He can't treat you right, not like I can... ─ Aegon spread kisses along her skin until he reached her neck. Both Aegon and Aemond knew that was her weak spot; they both knew every part of her body, every spot that made her sigh when touched, every point that got her wet, every stimulus that made her cum faster or more intensely, and that gave them a certain advantage. Her eyes closed, and she placed both hands on Aegon's chest, trying to push him away.

─ Aegon... Stop... ─ But her voice was more a whisper than a concrete word. However, Aegon didn't stop, not when she asked at least. Aemond brutally pulled her to him, making her eyes widen and a gasp escape her throat. His fingers wrapped around her ass, and with a firm squeeze, he brought her closer to himself.

─ She told you to stop... ─ He began. She was about to say something, about to protest, but Aemond raised one hand and slid two fingers into her mouth. ─ Shh, shut up. Let's see if you ask me to stop like you did with him. ─ He didn't even look at Aegon's furious and jealous expression. Aemond's lips met her neck, and he began to suck her skin with pleasure. The hand that was on her mouth moved down her chest, finding one of her breasts and squeezing it firmly. A low moan escaped her lips, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't ask him to stop.

─ Aemond... Fuck... ─ She murmured. Her eyes opened, and almost instinctively she looked at Aegon, trying to see some disapproval on his face that would give her more strength to ask Aemond to stop. But what she saw on Aegon's face wasn't anger, jealousy, or disappointment—it was lust. His moist tongue slid gently across his lips, his eyes fixed on her neck where Aemond's mouth was sucking her skin, marking her deliciously. Aegon's expression was the push she needed to want to continue.

─ Did you say something about fuck? ─ Aemond's husky voice whispered against her neck. His mouth moved up, wetting her face with his tongue until it reached her lips again. He kissed her intensely, pleasurably. His fingers pinched her nipple through the thin fabric of her top, then his index finger slid to the edge of the neckline and pulled the fabric down, making her breast pop out, bare. His thumb rubbed the nipple gently, hearing her moan softly during the kiss.

Another hand, which did not belong to Aemond, because the hand of his that wasn't playing with her nipple was squeezing her ass. It touched her shoulder with some firmness, sliding to the back of her neck, fingers entwining her hair there, gripping with some force. Her eyes opened, and she saw Aegon salivating in front of her. His clever tongue descended to her nipple, and he took it into his mouth intensely, trapping it between his teeth before starting to suck. The kiss ceased because Aemond felt Aegon's saliva wet his own finger when he began to suck her nipple. There was a silent exchange of glances among the three, where Aegon's lips did not leave her breast, only sucked it more intensely. It echoed in her mind, curious to know what they were thinking. However, these thoughts were silenced when she felt Aemond's fingers invade her panties. A surprised moan left her lips, and she was almost sure she saw a smile at the corner of Aemond's lips while he still looked at Aegon. The older one's eyes closed, and he began to suck her breast more intensely, circling the nipple with his tongue while his teeth gently bit the sensitive skin. Aemond's fingers plunged into her panties, parting her wet folds before rubbing her clit with his index finger, feeling her squirm under his touch, which made him sigh with satisfaction and maintain the circular movements in that area. One of her hands wrapped around Aegon's neck, and the other around Aemond's, gently caressing the skin of both while they gave her pleasure. She bit her lower lip hard, holding back some soft moans that were eager to escape.

─ She’s so wet, Aegon... You should see... ─ The sound of the words made her look at Aemond with some surprise, a surprise that increased even more when Aegon's fingers also slid into her panties, bumping into Aemond's fingers, fighting for space on her clit. His lips left her swollen nipple, trails of saliva covering the now red skin and also his lips, which smiled maliciously at her.

─ Damn... She is really wet... Did she get this way thinking about me or you? ─ He teased, gently squeezing her clit with two fingers, making her moan more intensely. Her eyes didn't know which one to look at, nor did she know what to do or say.

─ Believe me, brother, you don't want to know. ─ Aemond let out a laugh. His other hand moved from her ass to her neck, and with a firm grip, he pushed her down onto the seat, making her sit there while still looking at the two of them. ─ Keep your legs open. ─ He ordered, and she nodded, not moving a muscle to close the space between her legs. His firm hands gripped her hips, pulling her panties down, making them slide quickly down her smooth legs. Meanwhile, Aegon's hands pulled down her top, exposing her other breast as well, and when finished, he lifted her skirt up to her waist, leaving her perfectly exposed for them.

─ She’s so beautiful... It’s a pity she’s such a slut... ─ Aegon murmured, his index finger sliding around her pussy, not touching it directly. A sound of disapproval left her lips, and then Aemond responded with a chuckle.

─ No need to torture her, Aegon... She needs to relax. ─ Aemond's fingers ran through her wet folds again, and slowly he inserted one of his fingers into her warm cunt. A soft moan left her lips in response, her back arching in the seat. Aegon liked what he saw, because right after, he also slid one of his fingers inside her. The two began to thrust their fingers inside her, each curling his finger to one side, going deeper inside her. With his free hand, Aegon rubbed her clit slowly.

─ Damn, she looks so hot moaning like that... ─ Aegon murmured. He moved closer to her, starting to rub his painful erection against her knee, a pleasurable sigh leaving his lips. Aemond glanced sideways at him with a smirk, his other hand pulling her wrist until he placed her hand on the bulge in Aegon's pants.

─ You know what to do, slut. ─ Aemond said through clenched teeth with desire, inserting a second finger inside her, hearing her moan louder because of it. Aegon smiled in response, satisfied with the exchange of pleasure they were making. His finger brushed against Aemond's, slowly thrusting inside her, making her even more aroused.

─ Aemond... Aegon... Please... ─ She moaned, and the response she got was a harsh slap on the face from Aemond. She felt Aegon's finger go deeper after that, as a positive effect of his brother's action.

─ You’re so disobedient... ─ Aemond growled, starting to move his fingers faster inside her. She got the message immediately, and her trembling fingers opened the buttons and zipper on Aegon's pants, pulling the fabric down along with his boxers, until his cock was freed from the prison of cloth. His hard length sprang out, large, thick, the pink tip slightly moist with his pre-cum, veins bulging along every inch of it, begging for attention. A soft moan left his lips, and almost instinctively, he braced one of his knees on the seat next to her, leaving his cock at the perfect height for her lips, but in a way that he could still reach her clit and continue to stimulate her pleasure.

Her mouth opened, and her tongue touched the tip of his cock, shivering with pleasure when the sweet taste of his pre-cum hit her. She moved the tip of her tongue in circular motions around his cockhead, sucking just that area. Aegon's eyes closed, and he bit his lower lip, taking his finger out of her to focus solely on her swollen clit. Aemond watched the scene with pleasure; it was stimulating and hot to watch his girl giving pleasure to his brother. He didn't feel jealousy or disgust as he thought he might; he was aroused, partly because of Aegon too. Her other hand made its way to the buttons on Aemond's pants. She could give him a handjob, alternating between sucking him and Aegon. Her eyes were closed as she took every inch of Aegon into her mouth, her throat tightening around his tip, making her gag softly. A louder moan came from Aegon in response, and he slowly began to move his hips to thrust into her mouth. Aemond's cock was freed too, just as hard as Aegon's. There were as many similarities between them as there were differences in their cocks. Aegon's was straighter, while Aemond's had a slight curve, which helped hit her g-spot more easily, but both were large and thick. Just as she was about to grasp Aemond's cock, she felt his hips move, and with one thrust, he entered her. Her eyes opened immediately, and she moaned against Aegon's cock, choking slightly in surprise. Aegon's eyes also opened, a malicious smile forming on his lips as he saw Aemond positioned between her legs, completely buried inside her pussy.

─ I’m the oldest; I should’ve been first. ─ Aegon's hoarse and sensual voice echoed, his hips still moving back and forth, slowly fucking her mouth.

─ I think you're a bit busy. ─ Aemond responded, a soft moan leaving his lips with the first firm thrust. Aegon's fingers moved more intensely over her clit, making her writhe beneath them due to the amount of stimulation she was receiving. Her fingers dug into Aegon's hips, her eyes trying to shift between the faces of the two, though it was becoming increasingly difficult.

─ I think you had her suck me on purpose. ─ Aegon replied, bringing his free hand to her head, holding it still as he went all the way into her mouth, watching her eyes close tightly and tear up.

─ Maybe... ─ Was Aemond's only response before his hips also started to move, slowly thrusting inside her. Her walls squeezed him pleasurably, only increasing the strength of his thrusts.

Aegon withdrew from inside her mouth, allowing her to catch her breath. He watched for a while as she moaned while Aemond fucked her. His fingers squeezed her breasts and her hips at the same time, gradually increasing the pace of his thrusts inside her. The sound of his thrusts was already audible, and it was incredibly exciting for Aegon how her pussy swallowed Aemond's cock with each thrust. His fingers began to move faster on her clit, and her body's reactions were perfect. She moaned and writhed, her nails digging into Aegon's skin, her eyes teary, cheeks wet with tears, and lips parted. It was the most perfect sight Aegon had ever seen, and he wanted more. Aemond seemed to read Aegon's thoughts before he had a chance to say anything, his fingers slipped to the inside of her thigh, and he slowly withdrew from inside her.

─ Go ahead... ─ He nodded to Aegon. There was a moment of hesitation in the older one. He wasn't going to get into the debate about who had been fucking her longer and therefore had the right to fuck her without questioning anything, so he hesitated almost as if he were waiting for a clearer permission. Aemond rolled his eye at the delay. ─ Alright, if you're not going to, I-

─ No, no... ─ Aegon placed his hand on Aemond's chest, pushing him gently to the side and positioning himself between her legs, his fingers gripping the base of his cock, making the tip slide along her lower lips, soaking up with her natural lubrication. The tip of his cock gently tapped her clit, and then he slowly pushed himself inside her. Her fingers gripped the edges of the seat, and a loud moan escaped her lips; the gentle turbulence of the plane seemed to make his cock tremble inside her, and that added to the pleasure, it was incredible.

Aemond got on his knees on the seat next to them, pulling her hair strands, wrapping them around his wrist until he could hold her head firmly through her hair, he pulled slowly until her mouth was also fitted around his cock. She closed her eyes, sighing against his extension, feeling how the sweet taste of her juices was noticeable on his cock. Her mouth moved gently, as slow as Aegon's thrusts. Unlike Aemond, who always liked to act more roughly in sex, and fuck her with quick and strong thrusts, Aegon preferred something slower; he had more pleasure when he went deep inside her and felt that sweet spot that made her pussy squeeze his cock, and then slowly come out, repeating the process until she came. And she loved both ways. The tip of Aemond's cock rubbed against her inner cheeks; she slowly took him down her throat before pulling back and sucking only the cockhead. Her hand left the grip on the seat, and she massaged his balls, her eyes fixed on how he cursed softly, and some moans escaped his throat; he didn't even bother to move his hips, he let her do the work.

Aegon's moans came out in pleasurable sequences; his thumb rubbed her clit, watching with pleasure as the lower part of her body trembled, he saw her toes curling over the slippers, and her abdomen contracting. He thrust slowly, taking pleasure in every second of it, his moans mixing with Aemond's, to whom he looked whenever he could; his analytical violet eyes paid attention to how her mouth moved over his cock, she was giving equal attention to both, that felt good in a way. Her moans intensified, and she withdrew Aemond's extension from her throat, fixing her eyes on Aegon.

─ I'm almost... Aeg, I'm going to... ─ She bit her lower lip, throwing her head back, her chest weighed down, making her breathing heavier, announcing her impending orgasm. Aegon's fingers began to pay more attention to her clit, moving with intensity over her pearl.

─ Come, love...

─ Come, love... ─ The voices of both echoed. Aegon and Aemond, spoke the same thing at the same time. And that was so incredibly exciting for her, that she came at that exact moment.

Her back arched and her whole body contorted over the armchair, her inner walls squeezed around Aegon's cock, a louder moan escaped her lips, while her legs trembled, and she squeezed her eyes shut, her orgasm was incredibly exciting for the three of them, Aegon's fingers circled her clit for a few more seconds before stopping, but he continued to caress her pussy, running his fingers where the folds engulfed him. He removed his cock from inside her, and leaned down gently, running his tongue over her pussy, sucking every part of it with gentleness. His eyes lifted to Aemond, a mischievous smile contouring his lips wet with her juice.

─ I made her cum. ─ He boasted, seeing her groan in disapproval at what he said, and Aemond rolled his eyes.

─ It's easy to say when you were fucking her. ─ Aegon shrugged, of course they didn't understand enough about female pleasure to know that it was a series of things that led her to orgasm, but she wasn't going to get into the subject. Her back straightened, and she was ready to say something, but the way Aegon sucked her clit prevented her from speaking, making her moan.

─ I don't know if that's really the factor... ─ Aegon mocked, releasing the words as his tongue danced on her pussy.

─ No? Let's fuck her at the same time then. ─ She almost choked on her moans when she heard Aemond's audacity.

─ She's going to cum because I'll be inside her.

─ Or she won't cum. Are you afraid of not giving her a second orgasm? ─ With the cessation of his words, they both looked at her, as if expecting confirmation. Aegon stood up, next to Aemond, waiting.

She swallowed dryly, her thoughts focused on what they had said, they wanted to fuck her at the same time? Both of them? Her eyes dropped to their cocks, side by side, as if she were trying to remember their size. They were still hard there, with the tips pointing towards her, smiling in her direction.

─ No fucking way. Absolutely not. ─ Was the initial response; she even closed her legs, adjusting herself with her back against the armchair. They both rolled their eyes.

─ Come on, princess... Didn't you want to be with both of us? This is the chance. ─ Aegon said.

─ Not at the same time... Together... I still need to walk today. ─ She shook her head in denial; Aemond's fingers reached her face, and he gently passed his thumb over her chin.

─ Come on, love... Be a good girl, we know you can... And we know you'll love it, like the little slut you are. If you don't like it, we'll stop. ─ His fingers caressed her so nicely, and his voice was so sensually smooth that she couldn't say no. She nodded. Because deep down, she knew she wanted to.

She got up, walking with them to the couch; she wasn't sure exactly how to do this, she had never even seen porn about it, but she was almost certain that Aemond and Aegon knew exactly what they were doing.

─ I'll stay below. ─ Aegon said, and Aemond just nodded. Aegon lay with his back against the couch, he got comfortable on the cushions, and then, with two fingers, he signaled for her to come. Aemond guided her in how she should sit on Aegon, slowly making his cock slide inside her. Aemond's hands grabbed her hips, pulling her gently back, tilting her ass towards him. When she was well positioned, Aemond put the tip of his cock at her entrance.

─ If you don't want to anymore, just say it, and I'll stop immediately. ─ She nodded, closing her eyes. Her whole body shivered as he began to slide into her; she was lubricated and his cock was still wet, so it was easier.

Aegon moaned softly in response, feeling Aemond's cock rubbing against his when he penetrated her; it was such a good feeling, strangely exciting. Aemond slid slowly until he was completely inside her; his hips remained still, letting her get used to both of them inside her at the same time, but the way the plane trembled already made them move inside her.

─ Are you okay? ─ Aemond questioned; his fingers caressed her hips, trying to provide some comfort if she was uncomfortable. But the response was a thirsty moan.

─ Fuck... Yes! This is so fucking good! ─ She moaned. A mischievous smile appeared on Aegon's lips, and he looked at Aemond as if to say, "Our girl really is a slut." A satisfied sigh left Aemond's lips, and then he began to move.

Her fingers left gentle scratches on Aegon's chest, while Aemond thrust into her with strength, sliding in and out with a certain firmness and skill. Aegon didn't even need to move; Aemond's cock "dragged" his deeper into her when he moved. Their cocks rubbed against each other, which was incredibly exciting. Not only was she moaning, but so were they. The sensation of her trying to squeeze around them, their cocks rubbing together, and being inside her together was more than enough to provoke their dirtiest and most pleasurable moans. Her breasts bounced with Aemond's firm thrusts, and Aegon massaged them with both hands, pinching and squeezing them. Aegon felt privileged in that position because she was looking at him while moaning, but he would never say anything about it to Aemond.

Aemond's palm left hard slaps on her ass, squeezing harder each time he delivered a slap. Her asscheeks were already red because of it, and she felt weak again. Her clit was rubbing against Aegon's skin because of her position, and that was the sacred stimulus she needed; she was almost coming again. Her eyes squeezed shut, and her nails dug into Aegon's chest, making him moan louder.

─ I'm... I'm going to come again!... Fuck... Aemond, Aegon!... Yes! ─ She moaned louder. She was in heaven - literally. Her eyes glanced at the small window beside her, seeing the fluffy clouds, and the irony of the situation made her believe she was really in paradise. And with a louder moan, which she feared even the pilot had heard, she collapsed on top of them, her body experiencing deep spasms before her juices spread over Aegon's stomach, making his skin wet, as well as the cushion beneath them and their legs. But she didn't care, she was coming intensely and wanted to enjoy more of it.

─ Fuck... That's right, love, come for us... Come on our cocks... ─ Aegon sighed. He himself was so close to orgasm that it was painful. As her body spasmed over his, Aegon fixed his eyes on Aemond. His lips were parted as he moaned, his cheeks lightly flushed, and his breathing heavy. He didn't even know when Aemond had removed his eye patch, giving him a perfect view of his false eye. Aegon never thought he would feel aroused seeing his own brother like that, but he did. He nodded at Aemond, who immediately understood the signal.

Aemond pulled out of her, grabbing her hair as she still trembled over Aegon. He positioned her on her knees on the floor in front of him, still holding her thick strands. Aegon stood in front of her, next to Aemond. Their hands grabbed their cocks, squeezing their thick lengths. They stroked themselves quickly until their orgasms arrived. Their abdomens contracted, Aemond tightened his grip on her hair, and with loud moans, they came. The streams of cum hit her face precisely, Aemond's landing closer to her lips, droplets falling into her mouth and filling her tongue with his seed, some landing on her chin and around her lips. Aegon's cum splattered on her cheek and nose, running down her jaw, painting her beautiful face white. She couldn't tell which of the two had the most cum, as it felt like their seed was pouring out infinitely. But she waited with her mouth open until the last drop from each of them. She swallowed Aemond's cum that had fallen into her mouth and licked her lips to clean the rest. Her lips closed around his cockhead, sucking off the remaining cum until it was clean. Then she did the same with Aegon. She watched them collapse onto the couch, panting, Aegon with his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling rapidly, and Aemond with his head back, matching his brother's quick breaths. Their semi-hard cocks still glistened with a mix of saliva and cum. It was a divine sight.

She ran her fingers over her face, collecting every drop of their seed that was there, and brought it to her lips. Thanks to the good diet of the two, the taste was slightly sweet and smooth. She took a deep breath and crawled over to the sofa, sitting there between them. Immediately, each of them placed a hand on her thighs, which made her smile. She forgot about the sex as she looked at them from that angle and just focused on how much she was in love. She knew it was strange to say "I love you" right after sex, but she almost said it. There was a sparkle in her eyes that one only sees in poets or madmen.

─ I'm sorry for saying those things to you. I was just pissed... At myself for not seeing that you liked Aemond too. I didn't mean it. ─ Her eyes fixed on Aegon, and she ran her fingers over his chin, gently pulling until she could leave a light kiss on his lips.

─ It's okay, I understand. I wasn't fair to you two, and I'm sorry for that. ─ She then looked at Aemond, who was still staring at the ceiling. She thought that maybe this had been a farewell fuck, and that filled her with fear.

─ It's okay... I think I can live with that. I think I can share you with my brother. ─ Aemond said, turning to her. She and Aegon looked at him surprised, one of their eyebrows raised in confusion.

─ Seriously? ─ The two asked at the same time, and Aemond laughed, running his fingers through his silver-white hair.

─ Seriously. Of course, we need some rules and arrangements, but... It's okay with me if it's okay with you. ─ Aemond replied. The sparkle in her eyes intensified, she looked at Aegon hopefully, but he had already pulled her into a kiss before saying anything. Then giving space for Aemond to do the same and "seal" the agreement with a passionate kiss.

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deapax · 1 year ago

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Suiting her

Characters: Agatha Harkness x fem!reader

Summary: After escaping the hex the witch’s focus shifts to getting her powers back. Yet she can’t just ignore the looks you give her once she shows off her new style.

Word Count - no idea, enough I hope

Warnings - Smut, strap on, Agatha being merciless, overstimulation, rough sex, mommy kink

A/N - set after the hex -> also this is my first fic on here so leave a comment if you got improvements!

Originally posted by deapax

“Y/N, darling, do you mind grabbing the spell books from the shelf? The red and blue ones.” The witch’s voice echoed in your head as you rolled your eyes, heading to the shelf to do as you were told even though you had imagined this morning a lot differently.

Just a few days back you’d helped her to escape the hex just to find out that Agatha had lost access to her beloved powers. Very quickly that had become her new focus, she had developed quite an obsession to find a way to get to the what she called Witch’s Road. You didn’t know anything about this place, you weren’t a witch yourself, you were simply at Agatha’s mercy, nothing more than her loyal lover. She had never mentioned the word girlfriend, even though you liked dreaming of a life in which Agatha would be able to embrace her feelings for her, maybe even show some affection.

“Y/N, I’m waiting. Don’t make me punish you again.” The voice pulled you out of your thoughts and back to reality. You’d have to arrange with the fact that her focus was no longer on you like it had been during the hex, no matter how draining it was. Like the obedient pup you were you fetched the books and made your way to the living room of the little cabin you’d found shelter in, placing them down on the table in front of Agatha, your eyes glued to the floor as you didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of you drooling over her.

“Good girl. You may start preparing lunch while I study those books, you know I value silence.” She stated rather dry, which made you clench your fists, tears dwelling in your eyes as you bit down your lip trying to hold back. It was unfair, you’d done anything for her and that’s how she thanked you? “No. You’re old enough to cook alone and I am independent enough to-“ That’s when you lifted your gaze to meet Agatha’s to make your point, yet you choked on your very own words at the view that was presented to you.

You’d known Agatha to be the elderly woman with the dark untamed curly hair and her dark purple dress. The Agatha in front of you was much different from that. She had out her hair up to a messy bun and the make up she wore was way more present, making her look even younger. But what caught your eyes the most was the suit she’d chosen to put over a white blouse, her necklace dangling from her neck. She was almost looking like she was heading to an important meeting. “Independent you say? Darling, we both know you couldn’t even survive a day without me, no need to lie to yourself. But I think you know I cannot let that little comment of yours slide so easily. Mommy needs to teach her pup some manners. Kneel.”

It was the change of tone that got to you, the attention that you suddenly had, the books long forgotten. You felt your legs pressing together as wetness started to pool between them. God you could cum from that sight alone. Without hesitation you dropped down on your knees in front of the older witch who was still settled rather comfortably on the big old fashioned chair. With doe eyes you looked up at your mommy, as she liked to call herself, yet you couldn’t agree more. “Let’s out that big loose mouth of yours to better use shall we?” Your mouth started watering as you noticed the bulge in the witch’s suit pants, that she now unbuttoned and pulled down just enough to pull her favourite purple strap out of it. It was standing proudly as your mouth slowly approached it, your eyes in Agatha’s at all times just how she’d taught you.

You licked a straight line up her strap, swirling your tongue around the tip before taking the large toy into her mouth. By the fact that she’d chosen her largest one you knew you were in big trouble. Agatha wasn’t playing around when it came to her punishments. You started sucking her off like she could feel it, hollowing your cheeks under pressing your lips against the strap before taking it even deeper until it hit the back of your mouth, making your choke. As you pulled back you met Agatha’s hand, pushing you back down. “Nuh uh, you know good girls take what they’re given. You don’t wanna disappoint mommy after the little stunt you pulled earlier do you now?” You shook your head, trying your best to keep sucking the toy, tears starting to build up as Agatha gripped your hair tighter, guiding your head on the strap just the way she liked it. Hearing her quite grunts and moans that escaped her mouth by the simple view of you encouraged you to keep going until Agatha finally had enough, the toy now covered in your salvia and your cheeks stained with your shed salty tears.

“Get up, bend over the table. I’m done playing around with you. If you wanna be a brat, I’ll treat you like one.” Her voice only fuelled your desire for her, desperate to make her proud and earn her forgiveness, but you knew better than that. Agatha wasn’t one to forgive easily, she’d proven that many times and nights before. Yet you still had allowed your feelings to take over you. Agatha’s strong hand wrapped around your throat to lift you back on your feet made you realise that you’d been too slow for her liking. Roughly she turned you around, bending you over the table, holding you down by your neck as she impatiently got rid of your pants and panties.

She now was leaning over you, you could feel the wet strap pressing against your thigh as she whispered in your ear. “Dumb little pup really thought you could escape mommy’s grip hm? I’ll never let you go. But I know you wouldn’t want to leave me, you’re such a whore for me, princess. Can’t go a day without my strap can you? You know if you wanted mommy’s attention you could’ve just asked. Mommy’s got some stress she needs to take out.” Her voice was raspy, you could tell she was exhausted and frustrated from not finding a solution for her problem since days. You started feeling bad for being so selfish, wanting all her attention for yourself while she deserved to take some time for herself after everything she’d gone through in the hex.

She licked along your ear shell, biting your earlobe and pulling on it before she got back in an upright position and used her free hand to guide the strap to your soaking wet folds, running it through them until she suddenly pushed forwards. You cried out softly, your hands gripping either side of the table as she sent another rough push right after, burying the strap inside your gaping hole. “Mommy! ‘S so big, hurts..” You whined but Agatha just laughed wickedly, pulling back just to slam the toy back inside you, the wetness of your cunt making it easy for her to pick up a quick pace, the sinful sound of skin hitting skin filling the silent room. “That’s the point of a punishment, pup. It’s supposed to hurt. But you know mommy would never do something that you don’t deserve, ain’t that right?” You could hear her panting as she tightened her grip on your neck while her nails of her other hand dug into the skin of your thigh as she kept them wide open for her.

“ ‘M so sorry for misbehaving, mo-mommy. I’ll be good, I know I deserve this.” She cried out, not being to hold back at the way Agatha manhandled you, fucking you senselessly, turning your brain to mush within a couple of seconds. The change of the rhythm Agatha fucked you with was enough to take you to the edge already. She slowed down her movement, yet she made sure the tip of the toy was hitting your sweet spot every time she thrusted the toy inside your tight hole, making your legs shake as you came, your cum dripping down your legs. Your expression change the second you noticed you’d just broken another one of your mommy’s rules.

“Oh? Did mommy’s strap fuck you so well that you forgot the simplest rule of them all? Tell me.” Smack. Her hand fell hardly on your ass you tried your best to come down from your high to form a sentence that made sense. You cried out as another blow hit your ass cheek. By the way it felt and sounded you could tell you’d be having troubles sitting the next few days. “Mind’s empty.. ‘m sorry I came without permission, mommy. I-“ Another smack interrupted your pathetic apology. You knew it didn’t matter what you said, you’d fucked up big time and she was prepared. Suddenly the witch started moving at a rapid speed again, rutting you against the table as she ignored your cries and begs. “It’s too much, mommy please! C-can’t take any more!” Tears pooled on the table as she continued taking you like her life was depending on you. The way the table was moving under her powerful thrusts you got scared that her cup of tea would end up on the ground very soon which you obviously would have to clean up afterwards. “Should’ve thought about that before you got mommy all angry and disappointed at you, princess. You can and you will give me another, and another if I tell you to. See it as a friendly reminder of who’s in charge here.”

Her voice started shaking, you could tell she was close as well by the way her movements started getting sloppier, her thrusts harder as she tried desperately to chase her own orgasm. The way she cried out your name when she came made all the pain worth it. Your knuckles turned white as you came again, sobbing loudly as she rid out her own orgasm before pulling out of you and dropping back down on her chair, pulling you along with her. “Sh sh sh, pup. You did so well for mommy. Mommy’s so proud of you.” She pulled you into her lap, wiping your tears, giving you a moment to at least catch your breath before she lifted you back on her strap. “Now rest some while I study those books, you’ll need your energy for later if I don’t find a way to get my powers back anytime soon.” Tiredly you rested your head on Agatha’s shoulder, closing your eyes as you felt her hand on your back drawing little patterns on it with her hand as she opened the book and mumbled a few spells, her voice soothing you to sleep not too long after.

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joshfuckingkiszka · 5 months ago

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『two: uncovered』

so sorry about the delay tbh I thought I posted this my bad yall mwah - ALSO I've made a playlist on Spotify (APPLE MUSIC SUPREMACY) for this series as well as sthh and end up here and will be making more (ignore the order of the songs from 7 and up because I'm still putting them in order)

THIS SERIES IS 18+ MINORS DNI

chapter warnings: ANGST, idiots in love, alcohol

from the playlist: gold rush - taylor swift / i hate myself for loving you - joan jett and the blackhearts

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It was hard to sleep, now that you knew what Josh’s mouth felt like. He still tasted like the numerous Salty Dogs he’d consumed at the bar, the recent hit of a fruity vape still on his lips. You tossed and turned in your bed, panicking about the next morning. He wouldn’t remember, he was too drunk.

When the sun rose, you were already awake. Well, with barely two hours under your belt - and that’s being generous. The coffee you made burnt your tongue, but the frugality you’d possessed since high school made it hard to justify paying for caffeine.

Josh didn’t wake for another three hours, which was a lot of time to think. Overthink. When he did, he made a quip about the cold coffee and the sweatshirt you wore. It was his, just like the shirt underneath it, stolen during a camping trip from sophomore year of college.

This was supposed to have been a girls’ trip. You, Ronnie, and the two other girls who completed the four person dorm suite: Kehlani and Olive.

Kehlani was confident and damn persistent, and it had scared you a little at first, but nothing in your suite ever went unfixed by maintenance. Her olive skin tone only got darker and glowier the longer she spent outside, and she did that quite a bit. The balcony was accustomed with the prettiest flowers you had ever seen, thanks to her and her green thumb. Fittingly, she was a Botany Major, who spent long hours at the library and ever longer ones at local greenhouses.

Olive was quiet, but even an idiot could see the crush she had on Jake. You learned - in bits and pieces - that she was an incredible artist, who had mastered realism, in your opinion. She was a psychology major, with hopes to go to medical school and become a psychologist. When the semester first started, she never spent more than five minutes outside of her room. Two months in, and it was like the four of you had always known each other.

Back to the facts. Girls trip. Supposed to be.

“Where exactly can we get alcohol where they won’t I.D. us?” Ronnie asked, her head on the armrest of the couch, feet in your lap.

“Well,” Kehlani started, “I would say that place on Fifth, but they got busted last week. Lost their license. Truly sad.”

“College town, Ron, we’re not getting anything without a fake,” you told her. She rolled her eyes, she knew you were right.

Olive piped up, “Ronnie, what about your brother? One of the twins? They’re 21.” Everyone knew she meant Jake.

“Jake wouldn’t get us anything without a hefty price.” The Kiszka girl huffed.

You contemplated. “Josh would do it for free.”

“Yeah for you.” She poked your ribs, and you giggled. “But the second he finds out it’s for me too, he’ll back out.”

“What if we invited them?” Kehlani suggested, and Olive’s eyes lit up. You’re not sure yours didn’t do the same.

Ronnie groaned and protested for three days.

“What if this is an alcohol free trip?” She attempted to pawn this idea.

“The beginning of summer. At a lake house. Without alcohol. Do you hear how insane you sound right now, Veronica?” Kehlani’s hands were firmly gripping the brunette’s shoulders and her eyes bore deep and seriously into Ronnie’s.

She rolled her eyes. “Inviting them will ruin the sanctity of a girl’s trip!” No one bought it.

“Ronnie’s inviting you on our girl’s trip.” Josh’s hands stilled in your hair for only a second, his attention finally deviating from the Kubrick film.

He scoffed. “What’s the catch?” Josh always was much smarter than he let on.

“Alcohol. Purchasing. For the group.”

His eyes met yours. “Let me guess, she told you to butter me up tonight.” His tone was playful, but you knew he was being serious.

“No,” you rolled your eyes, grinning, “I’m not even supposed to be telling you. It’s supposed to be a ‘random act of kindness by your sweet little sister’.”

The two of you laughed.

“Well, I’m not going without my other half.”

“Oh, don’t worry I’ll be there.” He laughed and tickled your sides.

“Jake won’t be happy I’m being invited.”

“Who do you think she’s asking on the trip right now?”

Finally, his fingers were back in your hair and both sets of eyes on the screen. The movie didn’t have your attention anymore, though.

“I take it the bar was fun last night,” you quipped.

His brows raised in agreement, “I would say I’m never drinking again, but we both know that’s a lie.”

Josh was quiet for a moment, “I didn’t…say anything weird did I?”

You thought back to his lips on yours.

“No more than usual.”

“Good.”

He was holding something back. Was he worried he spilled something he shouldn’t have? A band announcement? A girl? Your breath caught in your throat for a second and you passed it off as a cough.

“What would you have said?”

He shrugged, but he knew.

“I’ve got a surprise for you tonight,” he mentioned casually.

On a call a few weeks ago, Josh had practically begged you to come out with him and the guys tonight. You agreed, because you missed them, and because going out just wasn’t the same without them.

“Should I be concerned?” You elbowed him gently. Asking was stupid, because you already were.

“I’m not sure,” he said earnestly, “I don’t think so. But the guys - nevermind.”

Now you were really concerned. You left, making up some excuse about getting ready (even though it was about five hours until the guys would be over).

Whatever he was telling you tonight, gave you a bad gut feeling. You sincerely hoped you were wrong. Regardless, you trudged through getting ready. You took a long “everything” shower - as you’d heard it regarded on Tiktok (Josh made fun of you for watching them, but you would always catch him quoting ones he thought were funny). You were on autopilot as you did your makeup, it was what you had seen as the “rockstar girlfriend” look - ironic, huh?

A black mini skirt was layered with tights donning little hearts and a lacy black bra could be seen under a mesh long-sleeved crop top. Black leather boots that came up to your knees was your shoe of choice for the evening, and you knew that anyone else would mistake you for a groupie. Not Josh. Never Josh. To him you would always be his Little Red.

Once your hair was done - even if that one piece kept falling in your face - you gave yourself a once over in the mirror. You looked hot. It had never mattered to you what a man thought so why, all of a sudden, did you care so much about what Josh had to say about your outfit?

You thought back to Tara, had she been right? Were you falling in love with Josh? Or had those feelings always been there.

“I swear to god, one more Shakespeare play and I’m-”

“If you do it, I do it. I’m serious, too.”

Ronnie had needed an extra elective because of an error her advisor had made, and you needed a class to fill a time slot you didn’t want empty. Romeo and Juliet had been so good your freshman year, so what harm would a Shakespearean Literature class be? Incredibly harmful. Analyses piled on top of the other and you could barely keep up with what you were supposed to be reading. Ronnie wasn’t having any better luck, so cheating wasn’t even an option.

Homework should have been the last thing on your mind during Thanksgiving Break, but with the amount of practice Josh was having to do, the distraction seemed inviting. It wasn’t just practice, either, he and the guys had become serious about the band, performing gigs all around Michigan. You had banned them from ever coming back to the college, though, because of the attention Josh - and all of the boys - had received from the female audience. It was fine if you didn’t have to hear about it, right? Right, so no more University of Michigan gigs. Josh laughed, but he never even joked about coming back.

They had gained quite a bit of popularity, and the last you had heard from Josh, a few labels wanted to talk to them. You refused to hear updates from anyone but the oldest Kiszka, if for nothing more so that you could talk to him. His original love of the theater had been put on the backburner, replaced by Rock n’ Roll, leather pants, and a rat tail you weren’t sure if you loved or hated. Josh loved the music, though, he loved making Jake happy and he bathed in the attention he got from the audience.

“They’re not that different,” he explained, “The stage is different, but the crowd is all the same: they’re all there for a show.”

“And you give it to them?” You mused.

“Absolutely, mama.” There was also that. You assumed he had picked it up from Elvis or The Black Crowes or some other musical inspiration. He used it and your nickname interchangeably, at whim. His language, his looks, even his desires had changed. He was still your Josh though.

Your reading of Hamlet, or maybe Macbeth, was interrupted by screaming in the lower level of the Kiszka house. You and Ronnie gave confused looks to each other before dashing downstairs.

As soon as you were off the bottom step, Josh’s arms were around you and his face was buried in your neck as he spun you around. When he set you down, his eyes bore into yours. They were deep mahogany, and they reminded you of smooth satin with the golden flecks as ornate detailing.

“We have a record deal!” It felt like time stopped. You had hoped for this moment, but you also knew what it meant.

“That’s incredible, I’m so proud of you - all of you.” Nice save, by the way. You hugged him again, and you savored the smell of his cologne mixed with the faintest smell of the weed he’d smoked the night before. You could feel the tears, and Josh could too as they hit his shirt.

He grabbed your hand and walked you to the back porch. Everyone still celebrating in the living room barely noticed.

“What’s wrong, Little Red? Aren’t you happy?” He could read you like a book. His frown broke you a bit

“Yeah, I’m so happy for you.” You hated that you had made him feel like his accomplishment was a negative thing.

“But?” He pressed.

“You won’t forget me, right? Promise me you won’t forget me, Joshy.” Tears fell freely now and his arms wrapped tightly around you again.

“How could I ever forget you? I,” he hesitated, “I love you.”

In the moment, it made sense. He was comforting his best friend. Josh had always been so open with his feelings and affection that you had never really questioned that night. Now, as you sat on the floor in your bedroom, reeling from the very idea that you might be in love with him, you wondered. Could he have always been in love with you, too? Was this a two way street or were you about to crash and burn?

You felt dizzy, but you got up and walked to the living room where Josh sat on the couch, his hands clasped together and an uncharacteristically serious look on his face.

“Josh, I-”

“I have a girlfriend.”

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andrigyn · 1 year ago

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1920s Neris mafia AU just for you <3

Nesta traced a circle on the dark, shiny surface of the counter with her index finger. It was impossible to ignore the feeling of the man’s intense stare, although she wished to avoid eye contact. He was handsome. In her initial assessment, she observed an angular and defined bone structure. His eyes were large, with russet irises framed by thick eyelashes. The man’s hair was an eye-catching shade of red, and he was well dressed. The suit he wore was dark grey, and tailored to fit his lean frame. Nesta’s eye was drawn also to the expensive looking watch that adorned his wrist.

“We could leave right now, you and I, for the right price,” Nesta said, barely choking out those dangerous words. There was no going back now, she had really done it. Whether or not she wished him to say yes, she couldn’t be certain.

He only laughed in reply. What started off as a low chuckle progressed until he became borderline hysterical. Nesta’s face twisted into a scowl as he sat there, mocking her. “Now you’ve offended me. What makes you think I need to pay for the company of women?” he asked.

“I can’t say for sure, you just have that look about you,” Nesta quipped. Her insult caused his face to fall for a moment, which was enough to keep her going, “Don’t be ashamed, there are advantages to paid company, as you well know, but I won’t waste my time, or yours detailing the merits.” Nesta rose from her seat, well aware of the fact that her cheeks were now beet red. This type of rejection stung. In fact, it made her feel so low that the idea of whoring herself out like this began to disgust her. An empty stomach couldn’t bother her anymore now that this place stunk of failure. In the morning, Nesta would report to the school and plead with the principal for her job back.

“Sit back down, we aren’t finished yet.” His tone was teasing at first, but by then it became firm. It carried with it the type of authority that most would obey instinctually, but Nesta wouldn’t give in.

“As much as I’d love to stay and chat, my time is valuable.” What a lie that was.

The man reached into his pocket, and pulled out some money. He then reached for her gloved hand and put the bill inside, closing her fingers into a fist. Nesta quickly unfurled them and to her shock it was a fifty dollar bill. She quickly shoved it into her pocket, not wanting anyone else to see it, and decide to try their luck at robbing her.

“Now, sit back down and humor me for a minute.”

She sat.

“I’ve never even seen you here before,” he said with a genuine curiosity.

“What does it matter?” Nesta snapped. She could have explained that it was Emerie who told her of this place, that even though she seldom reached for the bottle, it was worth the risk to her livelihood to unwind every now and again. Perhaps the stranger would have recognized her pretty dark eyes and neatly cropped hair. Perhaps he would have said yes to her.

“It matters because I don’t think you belong here.” He took a long sip of his drink. “You’re letting that go to waste.” The man gestured towards Nesta’s untouched drink.

She raised the glass to her lips, and let the liquid burn as it slid down her throat. “How would you know anything about me, or where I belong?”

“You can learn a lot about a person before they ever open their mouth. Your eyes keep darting about the room, and you’ve hardly looked at me directly for more than a few seconds at a time. You are constantly in motion, like how right now you’re tapping your fingers against the counter. That’s a clear sign of nervousness.”

Nesta’s hand froze, and she laid it down flat.

“Your dress is awfully long for a call girl, and once you started talking, I could tell you were well educated, intelligent perhaps, but not streetwise,” he explained.

#it's almost time for neris week brainrot #acotar #neris #nesta archeron #eris vanserra #nesta x eris #andy's asks

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kit-williams · 11 months ago

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I guess I'm doing more of that self insert

I have to thank @yawnderu's König character study post and @wordstome for their Königcore bible post and of course oh and @ghouljams for their König as well... there are too many cod dearies who helped me create this idea of him

But the part that really inspired me was this

so yeah enjoy

My clothes were nice and warm still. I still blamed Ghost for me forgetting what I was going to program but honestly it wasn't really important just stuff they gave me to keep me busy... enrichment really. I could look at the news and internet and my chats from my phone, when they weren't busy data scraping it, but I couldn't interact at all. I was in the kitchen making myself some hot chocolate to ignore the fact that I missed my baby and yet he had mommy right there with him.

I took the mug of now warm milk out of the microwave, I wasn't going to fuck up the militarily British men's kettles by heating up milk in them for some hot chocolate. I crouched down in front of the fridge trying to find the whipped cream I keep in there for my hot chocolate. I perk up when I hear it and smile at the massive man putting it down having taken some to eat as well as put on my hot chocolate. "Thanks Hans."

It embarrassingly took me a very long time to figure out Hans was König... I should have seen it coming really. I mean who else is nearly 7 feet tall? and speaks German... in my defense I have been very out of sorts. He plucks down the mini marshmallows for me... my 5'3 height as last time he caught me trying to go at them I had climbed up on the counter and just looked like a dog that had something in their mouth that they weren't suppose to have. In reality I just was embaressed I was climbing onto the countertop like a child.

"Koboldchen tell me about your day and what you need done." I hear him say as I sip my drink and sit down... and well prattle to him.

König was so helpful it hurt. I wasn't use to living on my own... I never had and I never could... I knew that long before I graduated high school or college. Luckily everything was usually automated and could just be taken out of my account but I still struggled so hard. König reminded me of how my husband would just patiently help me. He didn't mind my weird quirks... he let my fidgiting hands move over his calloused ones just letting me get some sort of stimulating satsifaction.

There was also something else that hurt so much... it hurt with Johnny and it hurt with Hans... just how blue their eyes were. It was like he was still right there ready to pick me back up and laugh at me for this dream. To tell me I've obsessed a bit too much and that it's time to focus on something else. Though I was jealous at how lovely the red in his hair looked but I continued to talk.

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König could tell she was spiraling hard around a drain... Price had informed him of what was going on and the possibility of getting in on the ground floor if things followed suit about Ukraine. But, lucky for his Koboldchen... he was there. He wouldn't lie that he took a strong fondness to her after helping her when he found her hiding between buildings clawing at her skull and unresponsive to his voice and touch. He remembers helping her while someone went to find Ghost as she remained non verbal and he just talked.

She was a helpless thing and she knew it and embraced what she was good at to stave off the way her figurative plane was still crash landing... limping in its descent. And he knew why... he saw what was on her phone. I would kill for you. The message had popped up while they were discussing... and he watched the intimate text exchange like an unwilling voyeur But please make sure I never get the chance to. I'm scared I might be too proud about it. She was madly and obsessivly in love with a man she could not chase after anymore. And it was eating her alive. The love of her life was right there yet so far out of her reach.

For König he doesn't remember when he fell for the weird little creature just playing with his hand. Was it when she just chirped out 'Numa Numa' with Soap and Ghost... oh she loved to sing songs that the three early thirty year olds knew... like a joke that he knew about but was just a little too old to have been part of the same culture. Was it when she just asked him to crush her in a hug to ground her, to hold her so tightly she bruised but the way she sighed in his ear as the anxiety left her eyes. Or was it at first sight just seeing her a helpless sad thing that when Ghost had come to collect her she clung to him like a wounded animal.

Hans was okay not being the love of her life... he was okay with playing second fiddle to a man he knew nothing about except the passionate and near constant texting and speaking... pictures... videos... a life that has her eyes glittering with devotion to a man who he didn't know. As long as he could be by her Hans was fine as she allowed him to be close... to touch. She was like a dog recently left at the shelter confused but wanting those pets and comforts she was so use to.

"Do you want me to come by and make you dinner or is Ghost doing that tonight?" He asked softly knowing full well Ghost and Soap hovered around her as much as they could.

"He's gone for awhile. Yes. I don't want to be alone." She said putting her forehead on the table and just moved his hand to her scalp where he gently scratched.

"Of course Kobold." He said scratching the top of her head humming softly.

Oh yes he had been a voyeur of her texts but he was a snoop heading onto websites she said not to and seeing things he wasn't expecting really... but he was pleased to know that he fit into a definition of something she liked.

#cod #cod mw2 #konig #König #könig cod #cod x oc #König x oc #OC #I realized why I latched onto these 3 #Ghost Soap and König each have an aspect of my husband #coping #coping fic #I might rework these to be more of x reader or less first person cringe #slight yandere konig #slight obsessive konig

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imdoingsortagay · 2 years ago

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Let's have some fun

Summary: When you have to accompany your wife at another one of her boring campaign fundraisers, you decided to do something to make it more fun for both of you.

Warnings: Smut 18+, Oral,( claire r), Drunk, a bit of Jen Barkley in the mix, pet names, praise.

Word Count: 2.1k

a/n: fun fact this idea came to me after seeing glass onion and I loved it so much so here!

Campaign fundraisers, are just some of the most boring events to you but Claire always wants you to attend every one of them with her. Rather than pissing off your wife by staying, both of you get ready in the nicest clothes to where you are now, in some rich asshole's apartment surrounded by other rich assholes. At least Jen is here to talk to you if you ever get bored or Claire is busy.

“ someone looks bored out of their mind,” you hear someone say behind you. As you turn around, you see Miss Barkley looking fabulous as always, in her signature suit and what seems to be a mocktail in her hand.

“ No really, Jennifer,” you retort to the woman, earning a flick on your head. She also understood your feelings about how boring this part of the campaign is for candidates but she was lucky that you were here supporting your spouse compared to some of the other people she’s helped get elected.

“ You drinking Barkley?” you ask her and she ignores you, continuing to drink like nothing.

“ didn’t drive here y/n and unlike you,” she point at you,” I can hold my liquor enough to go home and be horny like a regular person”.

“ Oh, really Jen? Should I ask my sweet wife about a month ago? When the three of us went bar hopping and after 4 drinks, you were whispering to me about how pretty my fingers would look in your-”

“ fine I get it,” she says as she covers your mouth to prevent anyone else from listening.

It’s always fun to tease her in public.

A couple more minutes of testing the poor woman before she’s off to convince some old rich dude to spend a lot of money on the campaign. Yet again, you become bored and decided to people-watch from the living room area, not too interested in making conversation with anyone else who isn’t Claire. Looking around the room for her in a sea of men and you find Claire.

Looking fabulous as always in a beige suit, deciding to rock the same colored shoes as well, opting for some flats for the day. Her hair was kept up in a bun, easy to see her neck from a distance, thinking about the many places you can kiss and maybe leave hickies on it too. Or in other places all over her body since she doesn’t want to deal with a press scandal over this because it will happen.

For the next hour of this fundraiser, you continue to focus on your wife as she moves from person to person. Looking at how great Claire would give each person a couple of minutes to talk about their concerns, seeing the smile on her face and wondering what must be on her mind. Cause listening to the man talk about concerns of the economy isn’t making her happy but you decide to observe her the rest of the time. Going from person to person until she stops at a woman who just showed up at the party, and looks very familiar.

“ If you're wondering who the lady was y/n, it’s the woman from the club the other night who tried to flirt with Claire,” Jen explains as she takes the empty seat next to you. All you could do was observe how your wife reacted and as always, she didn’t let this woman make her flustered, only seemed to be treating her like another one of the guests at this party. Jen seemed to be a bit curious as to what you were doing and decided to join you in Claire watching too, getting tired of chatting up with all these rich people.

“ Claire watching y/n? There is so much alcohol to have and you do this ?” she asks you.

“ Well I drove here so can’t be drinking unlike you,” you retort back to your friend who continues to drink like she has nothing to do after. All Jen can do is roll her eyes and the comment made about her, always enjoying the conversations that occurred between you both.

While you both were talking on the couch, Claire could not stop so many thoughts about you going all over the place in her mind, most of them about you. When some of the conversations were getting a bit boring, she would peek around the party to see you observing her from the couch or starting the small talk with some of the other people around you.

She would be lying to herself that it didn’t make her feel all types of ways at the moment. Yet all she could do is act like she isn't soaking wet and wanting you to fuck her at this very moment. Once she finishes her conversation with the host of the apartment, she makes her way to you on the couch. Claire acts as normal as she can at the moment when she grabs your hands so she can drag you to the bathroom, failing to miss the smirk on Jen’s face knowing what’s going to happen next. The moment that both of you get to the bathroom, your wife locks the door right away and you immediately go to kiss her.

All Claire can do is whine and moan into the kiss, too turned on to care if anyone hears her while you let your hands roam all over her body. You move your hand to pull her suit pants down to her ankles, not wasting time moving her from the wall to sit on the sink to get a better view of her as you eat out her wet pussy. She gladly lets you manhandle her around the tiny bathroom, trying to be as quiet as possible when all she wants is your mouth anywhere on her body.

“ Look at my pretty little dove, being such a good girl for me,” you say as you leave kisses over her thighs just to see what she does next. As always, she holds herself off from shoving your head toward her center.

“ Where do you need me sweet dove?” you ask most innocently to your wife when both of you know what she needs at the moment.

“ my pussy Ma’am, please eat me out,” she whines, too turned on to care and you spare your sweet wife for today and immediately go for her pussy. Claire quickly covers her mouth the moment your tongue starts to lick her pussy, wishing she wasn’t in some supporter's house for a work thing so she could be as loud as she wants.

Claire can tell that you're going as quickly as you can, not wanting to get anyone suspicious of the two of you. She takes the moment to move one of her hands to your hair to keep you in place and you gladly let her do that. If the both of you were home, then she would be punished but because she’s been so good to you, today you decide to let it slide.

You move away your mouth from claire’s pussy, seeing her feel a bit disappointed when she sees you enter her welcoming pussy with two fingers. She sees you get up from the floor to kiss her again, letting her taste herself from her lips and taking in all of her as she tries her best to be quiet. You move away from her lips to her neck, making sure to get the point that makes her see stars when a knock is heard from the door, stopping the both of you.

“ Did we get followed?” she whispers in your ear.

“ Most people were busy when we left the living room claire bear, we should be fine,” you say back before the person by the door starts knocking again.

“ Can the both of you let me in please,” she pauses,” I need to talk to Mrs.Debella about the speech that she’s supposed to give in the next 20 minutes or so”.

Of course, it’s Jen at the door.

“ Can you-”

“I got it,” you tell her, moving away from your wife to let Jen to the bathroom, which takes her by surprise the moment she’s in the bathroom as she sees her friend fucked out, pants suit down to her ankles, her pussy all wet and puffy for the both of you to see.

“ didn’t know you had it in you dove-”

“ Jen we appreciate you but you can either be good for us and stand on the side while I reward my sweet dove or you can help me make her cum before her speech,” by the tone of your voice, Jen moves away to just watch her friend being fucked by you. Claire could not care less as the only thing that she wants now is to cum.

“ You look so pretty being a good girl little dove, you whisper in her ear as you insert two of her fingers back into her pussy. All Claire can do is stay silent as the two fingers inside of her move at a fast pace to get her to her orgasm. Jen makes her way to the right side of Claire, feeling a bit left out and tired of just being a viewer. As soon as she gets on Claire's other side, your wife brings her friend's lips to hers, letting all the moans out of her mouth and she takes the moment to shove one of her hands in Jen’s pants to be met with wetness.

“ Look at my two good girls,” you say as you watch both of them,” gonna have to bring you home with us Jennifer after this boring party”.

“ fuck,” you hear Jen mumble as Claire removes her lips and removes her other hand to taste Jen. “ If your wife doesn’t take half an hour with her speech I would love that daddy.”

“ Can we bring her home with us after Ma’am please?” Claire pleads.

“ Wanna be a good girl for the both of you please, fuck wanna cum so bad,” she tells both of you.

“ How about you cum for us then sweet dove,” you order, Jen lets her horny mind get the best of her and moves her hand to rub at Claire’s clit while you pump her fingers at a faster rate. It doesn’t take love for the woman to cum between the two of you and you quickly shove your lips on hers the second that she comes so nobody hears those pretty little moans of hers.

You let Jen get herself together to go back out while Claire’s resting her head on your shoulder, feeling blissed out after the orgasm she had.

“ How do I look? “ Jen asks the two of you and gets a thumbs up in return.

“ Fix her up and I’ll announce that she’s giving her speech in the next 15 minutes,” Jen tells you before walking out of the bathroom like she didn’t just get fucked. Claire laughs at Jen’s antics before trying to get up but failing badly, lucky for her she has you to freshen up before she has to be out.

“ Did you want to bring Jennifer back home with us Claire bear? Or was it just something to say to tease her? “ you wonder as you fix her hair up a bit.

“ If she wants to y/n, it would be fun to have her with us, it’s been a while since we had anyone in bed,” she says while fixing up her pants and making them neat again. The last person that you had sex with was an old friend of yours from grad school who treated you both so well.

“I think it was Agatha who we brought home right dove? Do you remember what happened that night?”

Claire doesn’t answer the question, just staying quiet but blushing as she remembers what happened that night so you pull her close to you to give her some kisses on her head.

“ how about my pretty lady walks back out to the living room, gives her speech like a badass bitch and we could bring some Jennifer with us to have some fun? Work with you?”

The promise of possibly having Jen with you both later in the night motivates your wife as she checks herself one more time in the mirror, asks you how she looks and makes her way out of the bathroom to give a speech to the group of people in the living room like the badass that she is.

Though you do hate campaign fundraisers, there are times when they can be fun for both you and Claire.

#liz que #lizs writing #claire debella x reader #glass onion #claire debella imagine #kathryn hahn imagine #kathryn hahn

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matchalovertrait · 5 months ago

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➯ Simblr question (not of the day hihi):

↳ Do you have real life faceclaims for your OCs? Share them with us ❥ ҉ (If you dont have an OC, pick a sim you liked the most) feel free to ignore this ask if you dont want to reply for any motive ೃ ✦ ✧ ask round!

Omg hii!! This is a fun question lol.

I don't have any faceclaims for my OCs. I just have an idea of how I want them to look like, as well as certain features I would like them to have.

I think Noemí was directly replicated from the image I had in my brain. The main things I wanted were for her to wear glasses, have straight hair, and not have a small button-nose. I also wanted her to have a more innocent-looking appearance. I love how she came out! Fun Fact: I did want at least one of the kids to wear glasses too, but the optometrist said their vision was perfect!

Erick (Lewis Carpenter??????? Who tf??) was a townie that I gave a makeover to when Noemí matched with him on the dating app, lol. The main things I wanted for him were wavy hair and downturned eyes. He already had the blond hair, I just kept it like that. I think he also had blue eyes but I changed them to a lighter brown cuz I thought they suited him more.

#thanks again for the ask :)#amy's asks

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sevensdeadly-if · 15 days ago

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So it’s me.

Corn chip paper clip chihuahua anon.

And it turns out there was an elusive third option called multitasking, which I should’ve realized was possible because I am too adhd.

So honestly, first run belongs to Zarola, always, it’s the law™️ (then Seraphina, then Nero, he covered his face in embarrassment and I have to make him do it again)

And honestly everytime she did something, my corn chip activated like a secret government microchip. She deserves to get hand fed but only after mc chomps on her a bit (a reward for dealing with my mc’s absolutely uncultured ass). The orange eye glow of past mc in the memories and the way Zarola very blatantly told Seraphina to back off when she was flirting in combination with a past react where you told us that Zarola has only really had flings is making me froth at the mouth at the possible implications (maybe I need to see if I'm up to date on my vaccinations, hmm…).

As for the our resident tinker bells:

Titania is such a spoiled brat/mean girl that I was honestly cackling, everytime Mab lost her cool (heh) I was cheering her on, I absolutely believe they should put them in a cage match. She gives the vibes of someone who is deeply insecure because she can’t figure out how to learn from failure, instead she’s just kind of haunted by it, which I mean sucks to experience, but couldn’t have happened to a better person, hah! Times where perfectionism and narcissism stall any attempt at character growth. she's over here making deal to avenge her own pride (which she obviously is starting to think may not have been the best idea) while also ignoring the fact that she's also actively sacrificing it to achieve whatever nebulous goal she has.

Oberon honestly aged me. Bruh, over here acting like he’s not legally obligated to grey morals and loop holes, over here sounding like a hall monitor, following the rules. Let Mab fighhhhttttt. Don’t get me wrong, not a bad character, and I actually think this makes him a stronger character, but what a poopy pants. He gives old money, distant dad, the world isn’t what it used to be vibes. Someone fetch this man a real paper newspaper and pretend the internet never came into existence, stat. Or better yet, someone clear his schedule for the day and send him to his rich country club dog park.

Morrigan was… interesting. I say this because who’s to know who this tricker really is. Like, their personality is mostly reactionary, they like to provoke people and it’s clear. I like that certain truths seem to float just under that surface, they seem to have true affection for Mab, rather than a desire to keep the peace, and they don’t so much hide their attempts to ground her so much so that they seem to almost disguise them with a different truth, that they like strong personalities. It makes an interesting contrast to the moment when Oberon basically tells Titania to shut it. If not affection, Morrigan seems to actually have quite a bit of respect for Mab. I kind of ship them tbh, but that might just be because they’ve only really given her true engagement that wasn’t really inflammatory in some way or another. Everyone else kind of seems to just get a running commentary, almost small talk about of ribbing.

Mab honestly probably my favorite of these four. She gives haughty but she does it well, like she earned that. I like this step away from subtle or slippery speech, she doesn’t beat around the bush and as Winter I think it’s well suited. She seems to be someone who will let you know more often than not where you stand with her, and it creates a very delicious contrast with the rest of the court. And her not seeming to ever brush Morrigan’s touch off absolutely fed my delusions (they should smooch, loopy rogue x ice queen is an immaculate pairing for a reason). I also like for all her refined stiffness, she seems to have the most hair trigger temper, which feels like another winter manifestation that is feeding me (it’s also one of the things feeding my Mab x Morri ship. Like she’s wild, and Morrigan has to like that, it’d be impossible. Also they call her Mabby and she doesn’t even blink, doesn’t even seem to get irritated if I’m remembering correctly. Im honestly about to be their wingperson at this rate).

🤣I absolutely love everything about this message! I’m glad you’re enjoying it so much! I hope you enjoy the future characters as well! I will say I don’t remember a corn chip anon you might have to refresh my memory!

#author talks #author ask

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manygeese · 2 months ago

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(this is for @demigod-shenanigans bc I wouldn’t have had this idea without them! hope u like it, will probably write more for the other things too)

Reyna’s Fencing Meet (and Totally Unrelated: Piper’s Crush)

Piper watched with a light blush on her face as Reyna disarmed her opponent. Skillfully. Professionally. And hotly. Was that a word? Whatever, it was true.

A buzz came from her phone, but she ignored it. She was entranced by the way Reyna’s dark hair cascaded downward, reaching the middle of her back even in that elegant high ponytail. Though if anybody asked, she was writing her paper on 1984 for Lit and Comp.

Piper shook her head to rid it off such distracting thoughts. “The time period in which Orwell wrote 1984 was one rife with…” She paused. Damn. Her smart thoughts must have escaped with the stupid ones.

She gave up. The essay wasn’t due until next week. She had time to kill, right? Right. Checking her phone couldn’t hurt, could it? It couldn’t.

HOT-TO-GO: hey simp. hows the pretty girl doing 😘

Red Wine Supernova: hush, child

HOT-TO-GO: dont test me. i WILL sic festus on u 🫵

Attached was a stupid 0.5 picture of Leo (more accurately, his forehead) with his award winning robot dragon, Festus, and some other people from the robotics club. She huffed a laugh and typed up a response.

Red Wine Supernova: im his favorite though

HOT-TO-GO: nope. nope. never even insinuate that again. i WILL divorce u

Red Wine Supernova: then don’t sic him on me, silly billy

HOT-TO-GO: dont worry u pathetic lesbian. ur knight in shining armor will save u

HOT-TO-GO: it’ll be like that one scene in hercules where he saves meg from that blue dude

Piper let out an audible groan and stamped her foot on the bleachers. A few members of the fencing club looked up at her, startled, including her favorite.

Reyna Ramírez-Arellano (Piper would find out her middle name someday, she swore it). She’d had a crush on her since the beginning of freshman year, which was now ending. When Piper noticed Reyna was staring at her, she shut her laptop frantically and tried desperately to look casual. A concoction of dread and excitement brewed in her stomach, along with the greasy pizza from lunch.

It wasn’t like she hadn’t talked to Reyna before, in fact, it was quite the opposite. They had talked just last week, during the Tuesday mock trial meeting. Together, they had absolutely decimated the defense lawyers and proved Laurel Victor guilty. More importantly, Piper discovered that not only did Reyna look good in her fencing gear, but she didn’t look half bad (read: gorgeous) in a suit, either.

“McLean.”

Their previous interactions didn’t prevent Piper from wanting gush about how the beauty mark under her eye made her look so distinguished. Or how the muscles in her upper arms looked like they were chiseled from marble. Or how her long eyelashes reminded Piper of a camel’s, which was a compliment.

“Ramírez-Arellano,” Piper said, hoping she sounded nonchalant. “That sounded cooler in my head.”

Reyna laughed, and it sounded like a marching band, which was also a compliment. “I imagine it did. You know you can call me Reyna, right?”

Piper’s heart fluttered like a bird that had just flown into a window. “Well, what else am I supposed to call you?” She asked with a sly smile.

“Sir, obviously,” Reyna deadpanned. “Jason calls me that. And Frank. Hazel, too. As they should.”

Piper giggled in a way that would keep her up at night thinking about how goofy it sounded. “Honestly, Reyna, I can’t tell if you’re joking or not.”

“And you’ll never know.”

“One of the greatest mysteries of my life. I’m shall be thinking about this when I’m old and grey. When I go to sleep, now and forevermore, my mind will return to this exact moment and ponder upon what you meant, my fair lady.”

Why couldn’t she channel that Shakespearean energy into her essay?

Reyna smiled, graceful, like a monarch. “I don’t know why you’d do that when you can just ask them.”

The blush returned (it never left) when the simple solution was brought to Piper’s attention. Wordlessly, she opened her phone and texted Jason.

Dorothy: JASON

Dorothy: i WILL keep saying this until you answer

Dorothy: JASON

Toto: You called?

Dorothy: nerd alert

Dorothy: anyways

Dorothy: what do you call Reyna?

Toto: …

Toto: I don’t want to say it

Dorothy: do you call her sir.

Toto: HOW DID YOU KNOW?

“Oh my gods,” Piper laughed, “he actually calls you that? Leo’s gonna have a field day with that one.” Instinctually, she opened a chat with Leo to break the news.

“When have I ever lied to you, my fair lady?”

Piper froze. In a way she hoped was smooth, she laughed it off. “I’ll never doubt you again, my dear,” she proclaimed, fluttering her eyelashes. Gods, maybe she was like Meg in that one scene from Hercules.

Reyna’s smile grew. “I’ll see you at mock trial next week, McLean.” She reached down, grabbing Piper’s hand, bringing into her lips and pressing her lips to the knuckles, effectively melting the other girl’s brain.

Piper sat and watched as Reyna descended the bleacher stairs, absentmindedly texting her dad to ask for pickup.

“Leo was right. I need to ask her out,” she whispered, “and I think I needed to do it, like, yesterday.”

#piper mclean #reyna avila ramirez arellano #pipeyna #ok so I lowkey ship this now #leo valdez #jason grace #heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus fanfic #hoo high school au

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lostonehero · 6 months ago

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Tma x Malevolent

Enter Sasha, Gertrude and Gerry

*Sasha came back a year earlier than the boys

Also Arthur finally realizes he's in the future

"This was a horrible idea." Martin stared at the table they were placed at separated from Kayne, his father.

"It wasn't really an idea, just something he took and basically ran with it." Tim trails off as he places his head on the table.

"I.... why did they assume I'm your guardian?" Arthur blinks.

"Because you're the second adult with us." Danny states as a fact.

"That shouldn't mean... Kayne is another man, and you are children, isn't it a bit queer they assume I am a caretaker?" Arthur frowns.

Tim and Danny exchange glances, then look to Jon, and then finally, Martin.

Jon raised his brow. "Um, what year is it from where you're from?"

Arthur sighs and raises his brow himself co fusion on his features. "It's 1938, and I understand that this is Britain, which explains the different laws and such, and even the different sounds."

"Arthur, the children are staring at you with a blank expression."

Danny speaks up first. "Dude, it's like 2003."

"Excuse me?" Arthur blinks words slowly creeping into his reality.

"I just thought he was an academic." Martin motions to his clothing choice.

"You didn't ask your father?" Jon stops. "Right, stupid question."

"Fuck how did we even think his statement would be taken seriously, he probably has lead poisoning." Tim huff.

"I think people already knew not to eat lead back then." Martin pauses. "Sorry, Arthur."

"I assumed it was at least the 40s, maybe even the 50s, since you mentioned time." Arthur groans.

Tim sucks in a breath. "Yeah, we probably shouldn't have played this as if we were on a timer."

"Oh, the receptionists and Mr. Bouchard probably assumed you and Kayne were life partners." Danny hums. "That's probably why they thought we all were your kids."

Tim snorts. "Fuck I totally forgot about that."

"What she assumed we are married? That's legal and not a criminal offense?" Arthur looked bewildered.

"Well, it's not legal for another decade, but it's not hated nor shunned in most popular circles. You won't be arrested for being with another man." Jon paused. "Considering the time period, you probably wouldn't be helpful for your insight.... no offense."

"That's harsh." Danny frowns.

Martin goes to speak but is interrupted.

"Tim?" A female voice gasps. "You came back too?"

Tim picks up his head from the table. "Sasha?"

"In the flesh and not replaced." Sasha laughs and pauses. "Martin, and Jon, you came back too?"

"A teen girl with frizzy curly hair and coffee colored skin with thick square glasses has approached our table. An older white woman with glasses stands behind her along with a man with black hair, but it seems to be blonde at the roots."

"Sasha!" Jon got a wide smile. He paused. "I'm glad you're here."

Martin could feel a buzz he ignored and was about to say something when a cold hand is placed on his shoulder.

"Bow, don't get too excited, Martin. Friends are great to have and to see." A white hair man smiles, looking down at Martin his eyes flashed red.

"O-oh, did your interview go well?" Martin pulled his gaze away from the odd looks from the new group.

A man with slick back hair and a smile and gray eyes comes from behind Kayne. "Oh, I say your father did quite well and will be well suited for the archives, and it's great that you're about Gertrude. Kayne, here will be your new assistant, so you don't have to ask children for assistance."

"I look forward to working with you." Kayne smiles.

The air around everyone got a few degrees colder.

Gertrude seemed to force a smile. "Thank you, Elias. I shall show him around and the children since they seem interested to learn."

Elias smiles back. "Of course, it's good for children to take interest in their parent's work." He turns and walks away.

Kayne smiles and speaks when Elias is out of earshot. "Martin is wearing shoes a requirement for work?"

"It's a requirement for dealing with the public." Martin sighs and covers his face.

"That is quite an annoyance." Kayne huffs.

"So Elias has hired one of the sp-" Gertrude cannot finish her sentence as her voice vanishes.

"Nu uh." Kayne's smile twists into a manic one. "I am not to be compared to lesser gods or mortals following a pied piper."

Wide eyes stare back at Kayne before Martin sighs. "Give Gertrude her voice back, dad."

Kayne huffs and snaps. "Only because you called be dad kiddo."

"What are you?" Gertrude's eyes flash a neon green before anyone could speak or warn her.

Kayne's smile drops. "Now that's just rude. It's more rude than the staring thing, honestly. I played along with the interview, but you, you are getting on my nerves."

"Damn, I thought it would take longer to piss him off." Tim slumps back in his chair.

Kayne pauses and smiles. "Oh, I really like you. You have such interesting friends, Martin."

"Still a bit concerning a God of Madness likes you, Tim. You really need therapy." Danny kicks at Tim's feet.

"It's too late for that." Tim sighs.

......

Sasha clears her throat as they sit in the tunnels. "So to sun this up, Kayne is your father Martin, and is a God. Arthur has a fragment of the King in Yellow, which takes his eyes and sees for him, which is another elder one, and the apocalypse happened." She groans into her hands, then looks back up and pauses. "Wait, where did Martin and Tim go?"

"Damn, I was not paying attention." Kayne says before vanishing.

John groans. "This is going poorly."

Arthur sighs. "When do things ever go right?"

......

Tim held onto Martin's hand like a lifeline as they appeared in an ancient impossiblely built city.

Martin coughs and gasps. "Fuck. I'm so fucking sorry. I don't know what happened. I... i..."

Tim pulls Martin closer. "Dude, you literally have god powers and have no idea how to use or control them. Apologize when you understand what you did."

Martin swallows and nods, holding Tim close. "I uh... I don't know where we are."

"The Dreamlands!" Kayne appears behind them.

Martin curses and Tim jumps.

"Impressive on its own, you got here, but you brought a guest with you too." Kayne floats around them, tapping his lips for a moment. "We should visit the King while we're here, I'm sure he would love some guests."

Martin doesn't have a choice as they are wisked off to a palace. Impossible creatures he somehow knew were dancers lined the yellow throne as a creature cloaked in yellow sat? In the golden throne

Tim stared wide-eyed at the opposing figure. "Is that the actual King in Yellow?"

"Ooo, correct!" Kayne chuckles. "I really like you, human."

Tim grimaced as the king turned almostly lazily to focus on his new guests.

"You've rebuilt." Kayne appears next to the opposing impossible figure.

The King in Yellow waved a hand, and the dancers fled. His voice was like a whisper, but booming. "Have you've come to gloat?"

"No, but... OH! OH! OH! I do have a deal for you." Kayne gasps, returning back to Martin's side, then walks next to Tim. "How do you feel about helping us out? You seem to be affected by these fear gods, as I was."

"Why would I play your game?" Yellow leaned forward in his throne.

"Oh, for one, look, I have my own little prodigy. He got here all on his own by accident and brought a human. I'm very proud of him. He even has his very own name, Martin. Isn't that something?" Kayne laughs, grabbing Tim and appears next to Yellow, covering Tim's eyes. "Want to return? Want to help? You seem to be bored, and that's no fun."

"Shielding the mortals eyes won't save him from me." Yellow motions with his hand. "However, I suppose you've caught my interest. I've healed from our last encounter, and I no longer need that missing piece of myself."

"Oh, but Arthur darling has already put hooks into you. Curiosity eats at you to figure out what changed that former piece of you." Kayne leans closer. "How about another chance, another human? Of course, my rules."

Yellow let's out an inhumane grumble. "A child?"

"Oh come now, Yellow. Where's your sense of adventure?" Kayne knew he already won.

"What's the catch?" The king looked down at Martin, who managed to climb his throne.

"Kayne, what are you doing?" Martin knew Tim was too scared to speak.

"Keeping your interesting friend safe." Kayne hums. "What do you say? You both will share everything, and I mean share everything but thoughts and emotions."

Tim couldn't speak his voice was lost to him.

Yellow tilted his head. "I want my power."

"Oh, I could arrange something. This human will be domatinate since it is his body, but your sharing will change things in time. You'll have your power here and in the mortal plane." Kayne smiles with too many sharp teeth. "Althought if you accept there will never be a separation for you, this mortal will be a replacement for that John sized hole in ya you claim is fixed."

"D-" Martin can't finish his yelp as everything goes black when he is interrupted by the king.

"I accept."

.......

"Now I had to change things around Martin, but don't worry, they still have their memories minus me, of course." Kayne laughs. "Think of this as a clean slate. We can't do anything while you youngsters have growing to do in mortal eyes. School begins on Monday, and it would be wise not to be late. Don't worry. I'll handle keeping everyone safe and away from the dangers of these new gods."

Martin stumbles back. He was back in their apartment. "W-what?"

"Just a little rearrangement, and don't worry Arthur and John are still here. I'll fill them in while you rest." Kayne pushes Martin back to his room before he can understand what was happening. "Sleep well, my baby boy, if you can."

#the magnus archives #malevolent #kayne malevolent #martin blackwood #yellow malevolent #tim stoker

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