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Fandom Problem # 3970

One of my least favorite trends among Tumblr-y folk is pretending anything they don't like is "homophobic" and "for straight people", especially things that 1) contain positive queer characters and relationships 2) by queer creators and 3) has a largely queer fanbase

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I posted 3,970 times in 2022

That's 3,970 more posts than 2021!

244 posts created (6%)

3,726 posts reblogged (94%)

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I tagged 2,974 of my posts in 2022

Only 25% of my posts had no tags

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#mine - 249 posts

#midam - 146 posts

#michael - 87 posts

#video - 58 posts

#adam - 57 posts

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Longest Tag: 139 characters

#and adam having the angry ominous glowing stars for eyes when michaels like no shes never seen me before. nobody has. you’re the only one i

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

dont know how yet. but toying w the idea of something along the lines of— the apocalypse goes wrong, but instead of falling into the cage, michael and adam are shot back in time. something about michaels wings being injured his grace being leeched away so they cant just pop back to their time. michael says he will heal in time hoping it will be quick but. it is not.

~200 years sharing a body on earth. adam grappling with the past and history. michael actually living among humans within a vessel with no big Purpose other than just waiting to heal. building a life over and over again before having to move on before people notice how adam doesn’t age. living through horrible events not being able to change anything. michael thinks god will find them, adam tries increasingly ridiculous ways of contacting the future that never work out. looking for angels who would hopefully help them. something with lily sunder. meeting monsters esp immortal ones. maybe they even meet rowena who knows. reaching the year kate milligan was born.

eventually realizing like. what would they even do when they got back to their present? both of them are entirely changed, different, faithless. neither of them even have something to get back to. over a hundred years waiting only to realize they weren’t waiting for anything, really.

and i think it ends oh somewhere still a while before their present but it’s chuck decides he wants to use michael so he heals his wings and his grace and they only want to use it to travel within the past but chuck pulls them to 2019. still missing a decade. this time michael doesn’t go back to chuck in the end because he spent all that time with humanity and doesn’t see how destroying them could be in any way good. and from there? no idea. happily ever after or whatever.

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96 notes - Posted November 22, 2022

#3

thinking of all the different types of soulmate aus i loved in my youth and their midam potential.

everything u draw shows up on them? adam doodling on his arm and in heaven everyones like um michael there is. i think thats a flower? allll up in u.

seeing in black and white until you meet your soulmate? the first time adam sees color is when he looks at michaels true form and then immediately hes in the cage for a thousand years. something something dreamscape in his memories all black and white even though he Should be able to see color vs michaels angel memories being his only exposure to a colorful world.

telepathy? adams twirling his hair trying to mind flirt with his soulmate and michael’s like. just another prayer !! why is it so loud. hush, little human, pray a little quieter

timer on the wrist? adam dies before it runs out but it keeps going in heaven he thinks he’ll meet them there and then he’s too wrapped up in yk. being tortured and abandoned and possessed to realize it ran out. (could it be bobby or something? why would it be him. well who else did i meet before you dragged me down here?)

stop aging until you meet your soulmate? adam has a nifty excuse for why he looks like hes 19 (but not for why he vanished for 10 years) and michael worries that he’ll prevent adam from knowing he’s met his soulmate so he makes himself a new body and adam immediately starts aging.

body swap for a day? oh baby. adam wakes up and he’s suddenly an incomprehensible being who is expected to Literally Run Heaven but he’s honestly a little more stressed out about the fact that apparently GOD (or his stand-in) is gonna be taking his finals that day. can only hope god knows how to do calculus.

100 notes - Posted April 27, 2022

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101 notes - Posted September 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

adam has never heard of one direction. went to hell Months before they formed and missed the entire heyday. that’s the worst part about his time in the cage i think

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American Mate - (3)

Following Instincts

Paring: Hybrid!BTS Ot7 x Plus-sized Human FemReader

Status: Ongoing series

Chapter number: 3 of unknown

Word count for Chapter: 3970

Work count for Story: 12111

Genre: Hybrid Playmate Au inspired by works created by @yoongiofmine

Warnings: (I am not good at this, but I will try. Let me know if I missed anything!!) NOT BETA READ!! This story will have a bit of angst, fluff, smut, f/m, m/m, and m/f/m. This chapter does have Injury, Anxiety, Panic attacks, comfort, and Cultural differences.

BTS HYBRID ANIMAL TYPES: Seokjin - Roan Ferret, Yoongi - Black Jaguar, Hoseok - Marten, Namjoon - Alaskan Timber Wolf, Jimin - Red Panda, Taehyung - White Southwest African Tiger, Jungkook - Flemish Giant Rabbit

AMERICAN MATE MASTER LIST / LDYSMFRST MASTER LIST

Outside the break room, Yoongi is in Alpha space, catching your scent of sweet peas as it changes into a moldy pea soup smell after the comment from the redheaded playmate. Turning with a low and threatening growl, Yoongi’s eyes have gone to his hybrid's bright golden-yellow cat eyes as he blocks you from their sight. Zeroing in on the playmates, tail raised and puffed out, tip twitching back and forth with a snap of irritation, making them all step back and quiet down. Hearing you murmur something in his native tongue and then the frantic footsteps, Yoongi snaps his head to watch your fleeing form disappear into a room down the hall. Taking a quick look back at the playmates, office staff, and then his pack, Yoongi huffs and quickly follows you, unable to fight his Alpha instincts.

The rest of the BTS packmates follow their bonded one closely behind as they feel his need to protect you from the others in the office. Namjoon catches Yoongi by the shoulder, stopping him from attempting to enter the room where you sought refuge. The rest of the pack forms a barricade around their Prime Alpha and packmate, who has entered Alpha space. They all are standing on guard, facing the rest of the people in the office, watching closely for any danger, and keeping the rude humans away. 

“Yoongi, you need to give her space. Remember, she is human and might get scared of your Alpha. What is happening? I need you to get enough control to explain what is happening?” Namjoon calmly speaks to his older packmate. Pushing out calming scents, trying to bring him out of his Alpha space with soothing strokes along his shoulder and back. “Can you come back and explain why you are protecting Miss Y/n?”

Barreling into the front of the group of observers with his tail bushed out and scent-smelling concerned, Derek comes up to the defensive line of BTS, “You have to let me get to her. You have to let me help calm down Y/n. Can’t you scent her distress? She is not doing okay by herself. You can even smell her over the scent-blockers!  I am the closest thing she has to a family. Please let me in to make sure she is okay. Please.”

 One of Yoongi’s black jaguar ears twitch back, hearing the urgency in Derek’s voice. He looks at Namjoon, takes a deep breath, and closes his eyes. After a few seconds, he turns to Derek with normal dark eyes, taking in his shifty behaviors and now partly distressed scent. 

Shaking his head slowly to Namjoon, Yoongi steps between his packmates and face-to-face Derek. “You are the closest thing to her family?”

“Yes, She and I were hired together when they decided to start this branch. We work together and spend time together at my den or her apartment. I do my best to protect her from situations like this because of her past. I normally try to keep her away from the playmates in general so things like this do not happen."

"She is only here today because we could not convince her otherwise since in the meeting yesterday with your Manager and what was said on the phone. She was bullied a lot before, and while it is not something that is okay, unfortunately, it still happens to this day. I really tried but I couldn’t do anything to keep her away. She had to be here even with little to no sleep and nightmares."

Bowing slightly but keeping an eye on the pack, Derek demandingly pleads, "Now, please, Mr. Min, please let me pass. Everyone can smell that something has happened. I think she is hurt in more ways than one.”  

The last comment got the attention of the whole pack on him, and everyone looked concerned. Several eyes flashed as their hybrid halves showed their displeasure with the news. Yoongi continued to fight his Alpha instincts with a deep growl and even breaths.

“How can you tell?” Namjoon asks from next to the door. He can smell something, but it tells him nothing since he has never smelt Y/n.

“That moldy smell. Like veggies gone bad?” The hybrids start sniffing, searching for the smell, and scrunching their noses once it hits. “That is why I know something is not right. Y/n, her scent turns like that when she is hurt. I am not sure if it is just emotional but it could be physical too. I can’t tell how bad it is because the scent-blocking measures she took for your arrival are still dulling it down.  Now again. Let me in to help my friend. I may be a Beta but she is like a pack member to me and I protect her like it.”

“Fine, but I am going in with you. I was the one who knocked into her and failed to keep her from falling. My Alpha instincts have gone haywire and I have the need to protect her,” his eyes glaring back at the playmates, “ from certain people here while ensuring she is okay and make amends for my mistake.” Yoongi states without room for argument, moving to the side, nodding to his packmates to make room for them. Once the two are through, the pack retakes their defensive stance, keeping everyone else out. 

Knocking on the door, Derek calls out softly as he opens it, entering and looking around the room to spot your shaking frame in the farthest and darkest corner. Namjoon shuts the door for privacy and protection while he stands guard just outside, with one ear listening to what is happening inside the room and one ear on the rest of the office. His mind racing from the powerful wave of rotten scent that has built up in the room.

The scent is much more robust in this room. The scent-blocking measures no longer mask your distress and pain. This causes Derek and Yoongi to whine at the smell and quickly move to your side. Derek pulled you into a tight embrace, pushing his scent out and over you and scenting the top of your head while murmuring soft, reassuring words. Yoongi comforts you with his own calming scents, pushing down the desire to pry you out of Derek’s hold to take you into his own. Much to their relief, your tears slow, and your breathing calms after what feels like hours.

“Derek, my nightmares, they came true. I ruined everything. I should have stayed away. I should have been looking where I was going. Reina was right. The one with the black tail, did I hurt him? He... He tried catching me. Me! I weigh a ton.” 

At that last comment, a deep growl resounds from behind you. It takes half a second to realize it is not from the hybrid holding you. Catching your breath and snapping your mouth shut, you cautiously peek through your hair to look behind you to see none other than Mr. Min Yoongi, who turns out to be the owner of said black tail, now snapping to and fro with irritation. 

“Shit,” you mumble under your breath, your mind racing to figure out a way to get out of this situation without causing any further damage and how best to word your resignation letter.

“Miss Y/n, let us address a few things. Firstly, you do NOT weigh a ton, nor will you ever refer to yourself in that manner again. Secondly, I am not injured, nor could you injure me, as I AM an Alpha in my own right and am stronger than I look, even if I am not the Prime Alpha of the Bangtan Pack.” Yoongi’s eyes flashed a different color.

You shrink down to try to make yourself smaller. Seeing your reaction and realizing that his Alphal is trying to be in control again, he takes another deep breath to calm himself, looking between you and Derek.

 “Lastly, would you be so kind as to allow my Alpha to inspect you for injuries? I came out of the observation room door unannounced and ran into you. I tried to prevent you from falling, but we are close in height, and I could not do much other than take what I hoped was the brunt of the fall.”

Turning more towards him but still staying in the safety of Derek’s hold, you look at him with confusion. “Your Alpha? Like your hybrid-side is not yourself?” Looking over your shoulder at Derek, you see him with a smirk and a chuckle on his lips.

“Missy here,” Derek looks at Yoongi, “has never met an Alpha male before. I am a beta, and her best friend is an omega.” Turning his attention back to you, “Unlike Evie and I, an Alpha has an inner animal that they can change into fully at will and it allows them to go into Alpha space to assist in protecting, hunting, and mating.”

You look at Yoongi with wide eyes, “You turn into a black cat?” 

“I am not a black cat,” he huffs in annoyance, eyes flashing a different color briefly. “I am a Black Jaguar hybrid, and I am trying my best to keep him at bay because he can sense that your emotions have calmed down, but you are still in pain.” 

His eyes roam over your figure, stopping when he notices you are cradling your right wrist. Standing up and motioning to a nearby chair, he asks,  “Please, can I inspect you for injuries? I can see you are being careful with your right hand.”

With a gentle push from behind you, you move to the chair Yoongi gestured to. Derek also stands up but keeps his distance, watching how the two of you interact. Yoongi kneels before you, “I have to let my Alpha see for himself. I promise he will not harm you. Mr. Gulley can attest to that at this point, my Alpha would have much rather hurt himself than you.” 

Glancing at Derek, he nods with a knowing smile while taking a seat a few tables over. Taking a moment to collect yourself, running your good hand through your hair and fixing your shirt, you look down at the hybrid. With a slight smirk, he looks at you with kind eyes,  “Miss Y/n, please allow me to check for injuries. You have no reason to be nervous. You look perfect as you are.” 

Blushing slightly at his words, you nod and tuck your hair behind your ear. You watch him closely as his dark brown eyes slowly change into a stunning golden-yellow color, with the pupil elongating into a pointed oval. His ears and tail moved this way and that, never quite settling in one position for very long. Your scent turns slightly back to sweet peas as the sight makes you smile softly. 

Cautiously, Yoongi kneels closer to you to become within reaching distance. Taking your left ankle gently in his hand, he rotates it, bends your leg at the knee, and sniffs at each joint. He repeats the process with the other side as well. Finding that nothing in your legs seems to be hurting, he looks at your face again with a short, pleased chirping sound. 

Scooting a little closer, he reaches out to your left hand, bends your elbow, feels along your fingers one by one, then rotates your wrist and again seems to sniff along the joints. 

You fidget in your seat, knowing what comes next will hurt, but you don't know how the hybrid in front of you will react. Noticing your movements and the slight change in your scent, Yoongi wraps his tail around your ankle to offer support. A slight sense of pride fills him when your scent calms down at his gesture of comfort, even if you do not realize it. 

Taking your right hand, he follows the same steps, pausing slightly before he rotates your wrist. You let out a yelp of pain and bite your bottom lip as you try to pull your hand out of his grip, which only causes him to hold it just a little bit tighter with one hand while the other quickly reaches to the nape of your neck to bring you into an awkward hug. Your head is now resting on his shoulder with your nose breathing against his neck, your good hand going to his side and gripping his shirt. 

Once the pain has dulled, you realize you smell the rain, not like fresh rain but like petrichor or the earth after a good downpour. It is comforting and relaxes you even more until you hear a soft chuffing noise and remember who you are smelling. 

Pulling away, you shyly look back at Yoongi, still observing you with golden-yellow eyes and holding your wrist firm but gently. “Umm... I think I just landed on it wrong. Just some ice and pain meds should be okay. I will be good as new tomorrow,” you say with a false smile, trying to play it off as no big deal.

However, Yoongi’s ears flatten, and his feline eyes narrow at you while nodding down to your wrist. Following his line of sight, you now see that your wrist is slightly swollen and is covered with a lovely purple color. “Okay, maybe I won’t be as good as new tomorrow.”

Derek stands up and approaches the two of you to see the damage done. Taking a sharp breath, he looked at Yoongi and froze, noting that the Alpha was sternly watching his every move. 

“Mr. Min, please remember I am like family, a pack, as you could say, with Y/n. I am also not a mate, nor am I looking to make her one. Will you allow me to get your Prime Alpha and Manager so we can decide how to move forward?”

Outside the breakroom, Mr. Johnson, the director of PMS USA, was informed there was an incident and is now standing with Manager Sejin outside the BTS barrier. He had ordered Reina and the other playmates to be escorted back into the conference room by some other staff. 

Mr. Johnson had hand-picked you to be the friendly first face of PMS because you light up any room you walk into and are always willing to put in the extra time to help make things perfect on or off the clock. 

“Hello, I am the director, I really should go in there and make sure my employee is okay, Manager Sejin,” Mr. Johnson states, glancing at the members of BTS as they continue to block the door and growl at anyone who walks near them. 

“Why are they not letting anyone near the door? I am sorry. I know about hybrids from the symposiums and conferences but rarely interact with many. I typically leave that up to my staff.” Glancing over at the hamster hybrid.

“Namjoon-ssi, do you want me to answer that, or would you like to?” Manager Sejin asks while watching Mr. Johnson. Namjoon redirects his attention from the breakroom to the seemingly incompetent human before him.

Taking a few slow steps forward, Hoseok takes over guarding the break room door. Namjoon comes to stand with his pack, but nearer to Mr. Johnson and Manager Sejin, he says, “Mr. Johnson, we are a pack. More so, we are a pack of Alpha hybrids. Ranging from prey to predator types. We are a bonded pack on top of that, which means it’s all or none. We all are protective of something or someone if one of us feels the need. When one of us is hurt, we are all hurting with them.”

Looking at each of his packmates, Namjoon is filled with a sense of pride. Though they don’t know the extent of what has happened, they still support their mate to the best of their ability in a foreign country without question.

“Yoongi is feeling protective of Miss Y/n because of a few things. Y/n is injured because of an accident caused by Yoongi. She is not in a good emotional state because of your Playmates’ behavior due to the same accident.” He looks back at the Director, trying to maintain a more neutral expression to hide his disdain for the women now in some office somewhere.

“As an Alpha, our animals require us to hold ourselves to a higher standard than others. We like to try and ensure those around us are happy. With a very select few, we want to make sure they are also healthy and protected, among other things. In Yoongi’s Alpha space, he has failed to meet these standards when it comes to Y/n. It is now beyond his control, so to speak, to do anything other than fix his mistakes and ensure Y/n’s safety, recovery, and happiness. This means the Bangtan Pack is now responsible for the same.”

“Oh well. Um. I see. I can reassure you that Playmate Services has a good doctor who can tend to her if she needs one, and of course, she can have the rest of today and even tomorrow off. No need to make a fuss.”

A deep growl rips from behind Namjoon, causing everyone to look and see that Taehyung's eyes have gone crystal blue. His scent of burning ebony wood crashed over the pack. “You seem to be in over your head, Mr. Johnson. You have more than one hybrid working for you, yet you know nothing. Your company's incompetence is allowing bullying. From what one of your staff says, it has been happening for quite some time and yet you do nothing about it. Did you not hear our Prime Alpha tell you that she is ours now. We will take her to get treated by our medical professionals. We will take care of her to ensure she heals properly and regains a better state of mind. Not you.”

“Hyung, it’s okay. Calm down, please. We don’t need two of you in Alpha space right now. It will not help Miss Y/n or Yoongi-hyung.” Jungkook steps up next to Taehyung, scenting his neck gently as his snickerdoodle scent pushes out, causing the blue to flicker back to his natural dark brown. 

With a last glare and a mumbled, “Pathetic, oblivious human.” He moves closer to Hoseok and, in turn, you. Jungkook quickly follows in an attempt to keep the high-tempered White Southwest African Tiger calm and get closer to you as well. 

“You may have misunderstood me, gentlemen. I have tried to deal with the playmates and their disrespectful actions towards Y/n and some of the other staff. Sadly, Reina is a top pick and brings in a lot of money. Since we are the newest and smallest branch, the corporate office wants to refrain from taking any disciplinary actions for fear that she will quit. They think that any of the office staff are replaceable, whereas reliable Playmates are harder to find.”

“Mr. Johnson, while that may be the case prior to today, their bullying has gone too far. Manager Sejin,” Namjoon says, “I believe it would be wise if the director took care of the bullying by the playmates and joined them for the time being. We need a few moments without interruptions to assess what is happening and how the Pack will move forward with this office, if at all.” 

Dismissing the director to be dealt with by Manager Sejin, Namjoon walks back to the door, which is now being guarded by Hoseok, Taehyung, and Jungkook. The scent of snickerdoodle, ebony wood, and lilac mix together with the pack scent of vanilla underneath.

“... can’t tell?”

“Can’t tell what?” Namjoon asks the small group.

“Hobi can’t tell,” replies Jungkook while Taehyung nods in agreement. 

“The boys say that their Alphas are reacting to Y/n but I can’t tell if mine does or not. You spoke to her, stood right in front of her. Namjoon, can you tell?”

“Oh? Hmm, I guess I haven’t really paid attention. After what happened with… you know who… I guess I have been pushing my Alpha to the back as much as I could. I have been focusing on taking care of you guys, my mates, first and I couldn’t do that with him pacing in my head so much. She really tore Yoongi, Join, and Hobi apart inside with what she said. ” 

Namjoon started thinking back to hearing your voice, full of determination and strength, over the phone yesterday. Your care, intention, and respect for the pack that you have shown today. It would be simple to say that his Alpha was comfortable around you, and from how the pack’s scents have been, he wasn’t the only one who was.

“My Alpha is comfortable with y/n, but I wouldn’t say that he is reacting in any particular way.”

A soft whine leaves Jungkook. “Why do the older mates always walk with blinders on? Huh! You need to really let your Alpha look at her. My Alpha hasn’t wanted to look away from her since we walked into the office.”

“Joon, I am with Kookie on this one. While I wasn’t drawn in right away, I trust Yoongi's Alpha not to react this way with just anyone. So when he ran after her, I was the closest one to the door and before the pack’s scent took over, I could smell vanilla with something rotten. At first, I thought it was a candle or something, but I looked around. There are no candles.”

Taehyung’s comment on smelling vanilla caught the attention of Jimin and Seokjin. Turning to join the conversation while still trying to maintain the barrier, Jimin speaks up.

“So it wasn’t just me. When Yoongi and that man went in, I smelled vanilla with almost a compost-like smell. After that, my Alpha wanted nothing but to keep everyone, human or hybrid, away from this door. He is really fighting to be at the front.”

“I figured that our muscle bunny was just leaning into his instincts of being a bunny when he was speaking about Y/n in the conference room. Yet it didn’t explain to me why my Alpha felt awkward at her bowing to me when I spoke to her before going into the room.” Seokjin commented with a stern but thoughtful look. 

“Wait, wait, wait!” Hoseok moves away from the door slightly, his expression confused and frustrated. “Are you telling me that you have all had some kind of reaction from your Alphas for the human lady behind the door? Some of you smelled vanilla, too?”

They all look at Hoseok and then at Namjoon, waiting for them to come to the same conclusion. After a few tense moments had passed, it was like a lightbulb went off over Hoseok's head as his lilac scent burst with a bit more hints of rose and vanilla. Everyone now focuses on Namjoon.

Namjoon’s head is racing over every moment that has happened since walking in the door. As Prime Alpha, his responsibilities for the pack are more significant than others, and with what the boys are hinting at, the next few moments will change so much. 

“Her reactions were top-notch with our pack, and her showing an exceeding amount of respect to the packmates could be just her professionalism.” More whines and a few soft growls are heard. Looking up, Namjoon makes eye contact with each of his mates standing before him. 

“However, only the vanilla scent can mean one thing which won’t be easy for the human woman.” Taking a deep breath, the pack turned their attention to the door.

“We have an American Mate.”

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Responsibility 🔞🖤

**Minors DNI! This is content for adults only! To read my SFW works, please see my masterlist.**

Summary: You’ve always had a hard time asking for help when you need it, and it doesn’t seem to get better as time goes by. Luckily for you, Hoseok knows you well enough to know when you need pampering.

Tags: Dom!Hoseok, Sub!Y/N, minimal plot, established relationship, dollification, safe words established, she calls him owner, PRAISE!!!!!, nonverbal sub space, oral (m. recieving), multiple orgasms (f. recieving), breeding kink (I didn't even mean to put it in this fic I swear but I can't fucking stop myself anymore send help), aftercare!!!, light angst (oopsie ✨), fluff at the end.

Warnings: Unprotected sex (don’t do that obviously lol)

W/C: 3970 (3.9K)

A/N: Hello everyone!! Sorry I disappeared once again, I just realized the last time I posted here was in NOVEMBER???? For the amount of BTS x Y/N writing I do it doesn't add up... I have been in a veryyyy big writer’s slump ALTHOUGH I have made some really good progress with a bigger series I hope to get out to you guys soon! These last few weeks have been a bit rough for me, so here is something a bit chiller with my beloved Dom!Hoseok x Y/N.

You’re in one of those moods again where everything feels too much.

It’s not necessarily your fault, but you’ve always had a hard time asking for help when you need it, and it doesn’t seem to get better as time goes by. You’ve known this about yourself for a long time, but you can’t help but get trapped in it. 

It starts for you with a big project at work. You only volunteered to help out because no one else did, and it led to you being given more responsibility than your payroll even calls for. Initially, you tried to back out of it and make excuses, but your boss pushed forward with his own agenda and you never could. Now, you’re stuck doing work that isn’t really even yours without extra pay and with significantly more stress.

You’ve regretted it since the start, but you thought you’d be fine until today. 

Today, you made a small mistake and your boss chewed you out for it in front of everyone. It wasn’t even a big deal, but your boss was in a bad mood to begin with and you just happened to be the person in the line of fire. But that small incident flared up something inside you—a deeply rooted fear of not being good enough.

And now, you find yourself plummeting down a rabbit hole of negative self-talk that really has nothing to do with work or anyone else. It has to do with you. 

“What are you doing spacing out?” Hoseok’s laugh jolts you out of your thoughts. You look away from the TV, where your boyfriend is smiling warmly down at you. “Had a long day at work?”

You purse your lips. You don’t really want to get into it. It’s a bad habit, but you don’t like to drag Hoseok into your negativity. He has enough stress at his own job. “No, just tired.” You lie, getting off the couch.

“Y/N.” Hoseok says your name, wrapping a hand around your wrist. His voice is low, worried. You avoid his eyes. “What is it, sweetheart?”

“Nothing, I’m just tired.” You lie again, but you know Hoseok can see right through you. Of course he can, after all these years together.

You take a quick shower in the ensuite bathroom of your shared bedroom, then step out and run yourself a bath as a treat after a long day. You smile to yourself at the array of different bath bombs Hoseok keeps stocked for you, picking out one with a candy-like scent for tonight. 

You drop the bath bomb in the water, watching it fizz and turn the water a shimmery baby pink. You step back in, sinking down into the hot water with a sigh. It’s not enough to take away the negative thoughts in your head, but it does take the edge off. 

You’re almost dozing off in the bath when the bathroom door opens. Hoseok steps inside, then closes the door behind him. “That smells so good.” He comments, taking a seat on the closed toilet lid beside you. 

You smile. “Yeah.”

The air is still slightly tense between you. Hoseok watches your face for a moment, then smiles. “This scent is nice, isn’t it? I’m glad I listened to the salesperson.” He asks, rolling up his sleeves. You wonder what he’s doing when he leans in and begins to massage your shoulders. “You’re too tense, though.” He comments under his breath.

You look away. With one small touch, Hoseok breaks down your walls. “Don’t deserve it.” You mumble. 

“Don’t deserve what, sweetheart?” Hoseok asks gently, his thumbs now working into the dips of your collarbone.

You shake your head, feeling overwhelmed. “Everything. Don’t deserve your touch.”

“Is that so?” Hoseok asks in a low, patient voice that sends heat to your core. You know exactly what he’s doing, and although you want it, you can’t let yourself have it. You try to push away, to reach for the tub’s stopper and drain the bath away. But Hoseok stops you with a firm hand over your wrist. “I’m not done yet, sweetheart.” He warns you gently, pushing you back against the tub.

Hoseok’s eyes flicker down to your cleavage, but he doesn’t touch you there yet. He can still see the hesitance in your eyes, the self-doubt that makes you fear submission to him. “It seems like you have a lot of thoughts in your head right now. Would you like me to give you a break, to let me do all the thinking? And you get to relax, just like a pretty little doll?” He purrs, causing you to rub your thighs together. 

In the low light, Hoseok’s eyes glint with satisfaction at the effect his words have on you. “Oh, you would like that. Unfortunately I need to hear a special word before I can do that. Does my pretty girl remember what that word is?”

“Candy.” You murmur. 

Hoseok beams, running a hand through your hair. “Good girl.” He emphasizes, making the fire in your belly burn brighter. “What a gorgeous doll I own.”

You gasp softly as Hoseok’s hands move down to cup your breasts, toying with your nipples. “Owner.” You whisper.

“Yes, doll?” Hoseok replies easily, continuing to rub the now-hard nubs. 

“It’s cold.” You whisper. By now, the hot water has become lukewarm and you’re starting to get chilly. Hoseok hums, leaning in to kiss your breasts. 

“Is that right?” He coos at you. His hands move down your torso, then part your thighs. You whimper as Hoseok plays with your clit, then drags a finger along your entrance. “Hmm…Feels nice and warm here though.” Hoseok makes an expression of fake-confusion, then slides a finger inside. You whine, gripping his forearm with both of your hands. 

Hoseok chuckles, then kisses your forehead. He cups your mound, looking directly at you as he does it. “I don’t think I want to get my clothes wet. Let’s get you up and dressed.”

With that, Hoseok pulls the stopper. You watch the water drain down, until you’re left sitting in the empty tub. Hoseok stands, then puts a hand under your chin, guiding you to stand. His eyes move down your naked body, full of controlled lust. He has you step out of the tub, then picks a towel off the shelf. “So wet.” He chides, taking your hand in his and drying each finger diligently. You watch him as he carefully works his way up your arm, then dries your armpit for you. He repeats the motion on the other side. 

Then, Hoseok pushes your chin up, expecting you to look up. You obey. He dries off your neck, then your collarbones. You whine as he takes his time with your breasts, thumbing at them through the towel. “So, so wet.” Hoseok chides, then pinches one nipple. “This is why pretty things like you are hard work. If owner forgets to take good care of you, you become so messy. Isn’t that right, doll?”

“Yes, owner.” You murmur.

Hoseok lightly guides your chin down, allowing you to look at him again. “But messy girls are fun, too, because then owner has fun cleaning you and setting you straight.” He says, forcing your thighs apart to dry off your inner thighs. You purse your lips as he takes his sweet time drying your thighs and calves. Hoseok smiles up at you as he wipes off your feet. “It’s been so long since I got you a mani-pedi. I should do that, then take you out and get you some outfits. We can stop by a jewellery store, too. TIffany’s? No, maybe Cartier would be better.”

You listen quietly as Hoseok talks to himself, appraising your body as he does. You’re not meant to voice your opinion for things like this—you’re meant to take what he gives you. You let Hoseok turn you around, then begin wiping down your back. It’s mindless, but that’s the point. To submit, to gratefully take what you’re given. But you can’t help the nagging voice in your mind. “Don’t deserve it.” You mumble. Hoseok’s hands pause.

Hoseok scoffs. “How can a doll know what their worth is? What, are you some kind of AI?” He comments, continuing to work at you. 

“Deserve punishment.” You mumble. “I’m bad.”

Hoseok hums as if he agrees, then puts a hand on your ass. You flinch and he notices. “Do you think I’d play with a bad doll?” Hoseok whispers, his voice dangerous in your ear. 

You answer immediately. “No, owner.”

“That’s right!” He says cheerfully, turning you back around. Taking your face in one hand, Hoseok grins at you, but warning flashes in his eyes. “My doll doesn’t get punished. My doll is a good girl who listens and takes what I give her. Has owner been slacking in pampering his doll that she’s forgotten who she belongs to?”

“No, owner.” You repeat. 

Hoseok looks displeased. You feel the urge to cry, hating his displeasure. You want to be good, but you don’t feel good enough!

Hoseok takes your hand and guides you into the ensuite closet. Still naked, you stand with your hands clasped as Hoseok (still fully dressed) opens a bag at the back of the closet, one you’ve never seen before. He pulls out two pieces of lingerie—one is a simple pair of white silk panties, and the other is a white, translucent babydoll with a small white bow in the middle. Without asking if you like it, Hoseok comes over to you and lifts you up onto the island in the closet. He puts the panties on you first, then the top. “So pretty.” He says, then rubs your cheek proudly. You preen at his touch.

Hoseok brings you to the bedroom next, sitting you down in front of your vanity. He hums to himself as he picks up your comb and brushes your hair. He decides to do a French braid tonight, then ties it in place with a little bow hair tie at the bottom. You both know it won’t look like that soon. “Such a pretty thing.” He praises you, eyes boring on you in the mirror. He taps your lips once, and you open your mouth. Hoseok spits in your mouth, then settles a hand on your throat. “Swallow.” He orders, then beams as he feels your throat bob from swallowing.

The dom reaches between your legs again, moving aside your underwear as he slips a finger into you again. By now, you’re much wetter. Hoseok laughs, then holds your face in one hand, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. You watch your own helpless face as your dom fingers you with amusement on his face. “So weak. Is this all you can take?”

“Owner, owner—” You whimper, putting a hand on Hoseok’s arm as he slips another finger inside. 

“What, now you remember who owns you?” Hoseok asks, reaching down with his free hand to rub at your clit. He laughs at your fucked out face. “Dolls can’t come without permission. You should know that by now, sweetheart.”

“Owner, please, please let me come, please—” You plead.

“Five. Four.” Hoseok counts you down. You bite your lip, trying to hold back. “Three, two, one, now.” 

Your whole body shakes as Hoseok works you through your orgasm. You feel come drip out of you, wetting your panties and the chair underneath you. But you don’t care at all, not with Hoseok murmuring praises in your ear. “What an obedient little cunt, just like I trained you. It’s like you were made to belong to me.”

You whine. Hoseok has you stand up, turning you half-sideways. You look in the mirror as the dom runs his clean hand down your hair gently, then rubs both hands over your hips. You breathe in sharply as you meet Hoseok’s eyes. He smirks, then digs his hands into your asscheeks, slightly spreading you. “What a messy girl. Only took two fingers and you’re all shiny down here.” He laughs, running a finger over your inner thigh, where your pre-come coats the skin. 

“Owner.” You mumble against Hoseok’s collarbone. 

He beams. “Yes, my doll?”

You both know what you want, but you can’t bring yourself to ask for it. It’s not your place to ask him to fuck you, since you’re meant to let him do as he pleases. So instead, you just press yourself in against him, placing your cheek against his collarbone. Hoseok knows what you mean without saying it. He presses a kiss to your hair, then presents his left hand—still covered by your juices—to your mouth and sticks his thumb in. You suck obediently, looking directly at your dom. “Such a useful mouth.” He purrs. You let out a small sound at his praise. Hoseok withdraws his thumb, then switches to give you his index and middle fingers. As you do that, the dom meticulously straightens your hair, ensuring not a hair is out of place. Finally, he gives you his ring and pinky finger to lick. You don’t miss the emerald and diamond ring on his ring finger—ensuring to get your juices out of every crevice around the ring. Hoseok’s jaw tightens at the sight. 

The dom intertwines your hands, then brings you over to the bed. Using his free hand, he pulls back the covers, then guides you under. You watch Hoseok grab the TV remotes and return. You glance at the hard member in Hoseok’s pants as he sits in bed next to you. Knowing what you’re thinking, Hoseok pulls his pants and underwear down in one go—revealing the hard, leaking member. “I wonder if that movie is out yet…” Hoseok says to no one in particular, pretending to be interested in finding some movie. Without saying a word, Hoseok entangles a hand in your hair, guiding you down toward his member under the covers. Your breath sharpens at the feeling of being used to pleasure him as he watches a movie, just a little thing for him to control.

You start to lick from your position at his side, but Hoseok frowns at you. Your eyes widen. Have you done something wrong? “Hmm…” He says, then reaches down and hooks a finger into the hip part of your panties. Using them, he pulls you down so you’re sitting on his calves. He lets go, then returns the hand to your hair. For added effect, he tucks the covers in around you, leaving just your head up for you to suck him off. You whimper, loving the feeling. You’re his toy, his doll. 

You begin sucking Hoseok off, doing your absolute best to please him as you work at him with your mouth and cup his balls with your hands. Hoseok runs a hand through your hair gently, idly, like he’s barely paying attention when you know he couldn’t care less about what’s on screen. Even like this, you know you’re his priority. 

You lick the slit of his member and Hoseok hisses. “Oh, that’s it.” He praises you, tightening the hand in your hair slightly. “What a good girl. So useful.”

You moan, accidentally pressing yourself down against his calf. Hoseok notices immediately. “Is my doll getting restless? Is me playing with your mouth not enough?”

“No, owner. I-I’m grateful.” You protest weakly. 

Hoseok’s eyes glint dangerously. “Yeah? Then why are you rubbing yourself against my leg like a puppy in heat?” He sits you up, bringing you onto his lap. You purse your lips as Hoseok feels how wet you are again with his hand. “Good girls don’t hide their feelings, sweetheart. You know that.”

“Yes, owner.” You say, looking at him through your lashes. 

Hoseok tsks. He slots his thigh between your legs. You sigh as he pushes up against you, loving the feeling of his hot skin against your aching clit. “If it feels good, you need to show me, sweetheart. Now, look at me and show me how good it feels. And don’t look away.” He orders. You swallow. Hoseok settles a hand to the back of your neck, holding you firmly. You slowly begin rubbing yourself against his thigh, looking directly at your dom. Hoseok watches you intently, ignoring the movie playing in the background. The lust in his eyes is illuminated by the changing colours from the screen. 

Your desperation mounts embarrassingly fast with Hoseok watching you rub yourself against him. Knowing that, Hoseok taps your chin, indicating for you to open your mouth. You take his thumb in your mouth, sucking as best as you can but you’re not consistent���the seal you form around his thumb is broken all too often by the moans and sighs you let out. Hoseok smirks at that, knowing you can’t handle it. “Suck properly.” He orders. You swallow, then wrap your lips properly around his thumb. “That’s it. Who’s my good little slut?” Hoseok asks.

You whine, grinding faster. “Is it you?” He teases. “Hmm…I thought my doll knew how to come when I told her though. Let’s see. Come now.”

With a single order, you get your release. Your whole body shakes, and Hoseok pulls you in close. He wraps his arms around you, using one hand to cup the back of your head as you shake from your orgasm. “So obedient. Just like I trained you. I’m so proud of you, sweetheart.”

“Thank you, thank you.” You chant, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You’re almost crying at this point, feeling so taken care of and loved. “So grateful. Thank you, owner.”

Hoseok pulls back slightly, cupping your face in both of his hands. He kisses you, slow and passionate. “Can you handle more, baby?”

“Yes, owner.” You answer, feeling soft. Hoseok’s eyes sparkle. He knows that tone of your voice. You’re slipping further and further into your sub space, and it won’t be long until it’s hard for words to come out altogether. But Hoseok knows your body and your limits. He’ll give you exactly what he knows you can take.

“Go get your plug.” He orders. You crawl to the other side of the bed, reaching into the nightstand. Although the two of you have various toys, you know he means the small toy shaped like a teardrop with a little gem at the flared end. You bring it to him, presenting it with both hands. Hoseok takes it, then guides you to lay down. You lay back, feeling loved and safe. Hoseok will take care of you. He always does. Hoseok leans over you. “Show me your colours.” He says, knowing words are starting to slip away from you already. You squeeze Hoseok’s shoulder once to indicate green, twice for yellow, and three times for red. Hoseok kisses your forehead in praise. “What’s your colour right now?”

You squeeze once. “Such a good listener.” He praises you. He checks you’re ready, then slowly slides into you. You pant as he bottoms out, feeling full. 

“O-Owner.” Your voice comes out weak. “P-Please.”

“I know, sweetheart.” Hoseok reassures you. He allows you to wrap your arms around his shoulders, pressing your cheek against his shoulder. “I’ll take good care of you. Fill your womb with my seed.”

You clench around him. “P-Please.” Then, you whine into his ear. “B-Breed me, owner.”

Hoseok growls, planting his hands on either side of your waist. He begins to move slowly, but you know he’s holding himself back for you. “Yeah?” He asks. “Want me to get you pregnant, sweetheart? Take care of you, take responsibility?”

You moan at the idea of being safe and taken care of. For someone who always pushes herself too far, you know deep down you’d love that. And Hoseok knows it, too, even if you don’t know how to ask for it. He knows you. Soon, Hoseok’s thrusts become faster and faster, knowing you’ve adjusted enough for him. Your moans become louder, and the nails you dig into Hoseok’s skin start to leave deeper indents. Soon, you’re arching your back. Hoseok’s own hips start to stutter. He reaches for your hair, tangling a firm hand in it. You sigh happily at his firmness. “Almost there, sweetheart.” Hoseok promises, reaching down to rub your clit. “You can do it, baby. Ready? 3…2…1…Now.”

Your orgasm wracks through you again, making you shake a third time tonight. At the same time, hot seed fills you, making you feel insane with pleasure. Tears slip out of the corners of your eyes, landing on the pillow. Hoseok wipes your cheeks immediately, then pulls you in as he lays on top of you. You feel so safe with him both inside you and on top of you, sandwiched between him and the sheets.

“T-Thank you, thank you.” You repeat, digging your nails into Hoseok’s shoulders. “Thank you, owner. So grateful.”

“You’re welcome, baby.” Hoseok says, smiling at you. He runs a hand through his hair, pushing it back. Even though he doesn’t say it, you see the relief in Hoseok’s eyes as you finally smile sincerely tonight. You lay there for some time and catch your breath. You kiss and hold one another, feeling comfortable. Then, Hoseok slowly slides out of you. You shiver as the seed begins to slip out of you, but Hoseok guides it back in with the plug. You clench around it, feeling pleased. “That’s my girl. So proud of you, sweetheart.”

You lay peacefully as Hoseok gets up, leaving the room momentarily. He returns with a glass of water and two granola bars for you. You’re still quite far into your sub space, so words are a bit difficult for you right now. Knowing that, Hoseok just quietly helps you sit up and feeds you your snack. Once you’re done, he carefully helps you drink the water.

“Should we shower now?” Hoseok asks. You purse your lips, looking down at your intertwined hands. He laughs. “Okay. In twenty minutes then.”

You smile, letting Hoseok pull you back under the covers for some cuddles before shower time. “Sweetheart.” Hoseok says, hooking his chin over your shoulder as he spoons you. You hum. “Remember you don’t need to hide from me, okay? If anything is bothering you, you tell me. I won’t think you’re any less good at your job if you talk to me about it, I promise. And although I know you would never give up your passion, I want you to know you don’t have to work if you don’t want to.”

You blink, craning your head to look at your boyfriend. Hoseok (despite the blush on his face) looks resolute. “I’m not kidding when I say I’ll take responsibility for you. I really can take good care of you.”

You giggle. It feels like a proposal. “I know, Hoseokie.” You mumble, cuddling back against him. You sigh, closing your eyes against the pillow as Hoseok gently rubs a hand over your belly. “I love you.” You whisper.

“I love you too.” Hoseok presses another kiss in your hair. Just then, he glances at the clock. “Okay, twenty minutes over. Let’s go.” He says. You pout, but he just grins at you. “A deal’s a deal, baby. Come on, let me get you cleaned up so I can change the sheets.”

You pout, holding your arms up. Hoseok laughs, tipping his head back. “Actually, I change my mind. I don’t want such a spoiled wife.”

“Too bad.” You mumble with a smile as he scoops you up into his arms like a bride. By now, your headspace has worn off but you feel so soft and content. “You have to take responsibility for me.”

You and Hoseok laugh together as he carries you to the bathroom.

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A/N: Thank you for reading! I'd like to thank the Academy and fucking 2022 Mama red carpet Hoseok for inspiring me to stay up and write this fic when I have work at 8 am (but just look at him AGHHHHHHHHH). Also, requests are open <333

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Hello! I haven’t figured out if your requests are still open, in that case I apologize. You write Aizen in a magnificent way and I was wondering if I can submit a request. I was thinking of “Aizen x female reader”. To be specific, Aizen having sex with Urahara’s sister? I see him as the type to do that, help😽

Thank you for your kind words! Also I LOVE your idea. It took me a fair bit to grapple with it, but I hope you like and enjoy it! I've also been an AU mood, so I hope that's ok!

I low-key hc Urahara as a little brother since he gives spoiled baby brother vibes, so reader is his older sister for this 🤭.

NSFW: Aizen x (Slightly) Older Reader, Kisuke's out-and-about... and may have an idea of what's happening.

Word Count: 3970 words

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This is arguably one of the longest things I've written. I really ran with this idea lol.

It bothered Sosuke to no end to see his lab mate, Urahara Kisuke, clumsily complete his portion of the PowerPoint presentation that they were both presenting… one hour before their class.

Beyond the fake, thick lensed glasses, and the tight, yet polite smile, Sosuke was seething that the clown in front of him was getting a higher grade in their Applications of Chemometrics class.

“Urahara-san, I can help with your portion of the PowerPoint.” Sosuke offered, to the bewildered-looking Kisuke. His pale blonde hair was disheveled, his clothes in disarray, and the dark bags under his eyes emphasizing how haggard he looked.

Kisuke made a motion for Sosuke to stop talking, as he focused on the screen in front of him, muttering his key points under his breath.

“Have this then.” Sosuke curtly said, handing him a medium cup of coffee with some sugar. The one thing he knew Kisuke wouldn’t say no to. Kisuke immediately grabbed the drink and chugged it down quickly, surprising Sosuke at how the man didn’t flinch at the hot liquid burning his throat.

“Thanks for that, Aizen-san!” Kisuke beemed at him, as if the coffee was key to transform him into his usual, lackadaisical self. The man had a large grin on his face as he happily typed the rest of his points on to the slide deck.

Sosuke looked at him, dismayed again, by the notion that someone of Kisuke’s intellect, was still so… foolish.

“That went well, don’t you think Aizen-san?” Kisuke laughed as he patted Sosuke on the back.

Sosuke let out a sign, “yes, it did. But it surely would’ve been better if you spent more time preparing.”

Kisuke’s laughs increased, as if he was snickering, “and where would the fun be in that?”

“You call this fun!?” Sosuke asked, exasperated.

“Anyways, why don’t you come to my family home for Golden Week? And don’t tell me you can’t because, you’re going to be studying.” Kisuke said, drawing out his sentence in a teasing tone. “We’re taking the same courses, and we don’t have any assignments due for the next few weeks.”

Sosuke glared at him, “no.” Kisuke pouted, which Sosuke hated.

“C’mon!” Kisuke whined, “I know you’re just going to hole yourself in the library.”

“I don’t want to meet the family of whoever gave rise to you.” Sosuke remarked, making his way to the chemistry labs.

“I have it on good authority, that there is only one of me, Aizen-san!” Urahara said, snickering at him. “The rest of my family, is what you would call…” Urahara tilted his head to the ceiling, thinking, “normal.”

Sosuke scoffed again, “I doubt that.”

“Then let’s have a bet! If you stay with me for Golden Week, and you don’t find my family normal, I owe you 20,000 yen.” Kisuke said, grinning as he extended his hand. Sosuke glared at him, staring at Kisuke’s open hand and the smug look on the blonde man’s face.

“You have yourself a deal.” Sosuke said, shaking Kisuke’s hand in a firm grip.

“And welcome to my humble abode!” Urahara exclaimed spreading his arms wide at the entrance to his home. The Urahara estate was surprisingly grand in nature. Well, Sosuke wasn’t too surprised, because the careless behaviour Kisuke exhibited from time to time always came across as someone who didn’t really understand the value of money.

The garden seemed well maintained, and the house was in perfect shape, with modest decor. A complete contrast to the utter disgust and horror of Kisuke’s personal apartment near campus.

Kisuke instructed Sosuke to leave his belongings near the entrance, as “the housekeeper will put in your room.” Which again, did not surprise Sosuke that Kisuke relied on a housekeeper.

“How long have you had a housekeeper for?” Sosuke inquired, as Kisuke led them to the sitting room. There were no family photos, but beautiful pieces of artwork and paintings filling the space.

Kisuke shrugged as he explained there was always one when he grew up. Sosuke made no remarks but noted that the man had some kind of upper-class upbringing.

“Oh Ki-chan, is that you!?” Sosuke turned around, seeing you enter the room.

Kisuke gave a sheepish laugh as he waved at you. “Aizen-san, this is my sister.” As he introduced you. Sosuke bowed towards you, “thank you for having me, I’m Aizen Sosuke.”

“Oh of course! A friend of my brother is always welcome!” You beamed at him, taking note that how polite Aizen was, and quite handsome, albeit a bit nerdy looking with his glasses.

“I didn’t know you would be home” Kisuke explained, “mom said she’d be away for Golden Week. She didn’t say anything about you staying or anything.”

You laughed at his response and patted Kisuke’s hair, earning him a grumble of “I’m a grown man.”

“Midori mentioned you were coming over with a friend so I wanted to say hi.” Your head patting became slightly more forceful, “since someone doesn’t like texting me back.”

Sosuke stared at the scene in front of him, thinking of how Kisuke not only blew off his classmates and friends, but also his sibling.

“He doesn’t respond to my texts either.” Sosuke interjected with a soft laugh. “I thought he would at least have some courtesy to respond to his family.”

You sighed dramatically, letting go of Kisuke’s scalp, “See, Ki-chan? It’s normal to check-in every once in a while. Have you been to his apartment, Aizen-san?”

“Please call me, Sosuke.” Aizen politely requested, giving you a kind smile. Kisuke narrowed his eyes as he watched the scene unfold, but his expression was unreadable.

“Sure! Sosuke-kun it is. Have you been to Ki-chan’s apartment? Has he cleaned up after himself yet?” You giggled as you looked at your brother. Kisuke gave you a glare, but nothing you weren’t used to.

Sosuke shook his head, “I try to avoid it if I can. I don’t think it’s habitable for humans.” The two of you shared a laugh as Kisuke scoffed.

“Stop bothering Sosuke-kun and get out of here sis.” Kisuke said, as he tried to push you out of the room. Sosuke gave a pointed look at Kisuke at the use of his first name, but said nothing of it.

“Fine, fine! But let me make dinner for you two, it’ll be my treat!” Kisuke rolled his eyes and agreed for the both of them as you went about the rest of your day.

Three days had passed as Sosuke stayed with Kisuke on his estate. He hated to admit it, but once Kisuke was serious about something, he was a great conversation partner. A larger part of himself also didn’t want to admit he enjoyed your company during dinner or lunch. You insisted that Kisuke eat homemade meals, and made “Ki-chan’s” favourites. Sosuke took in great pride watching Kisuke embarrass himself over your fussing. Sosuke also didn’t want to admit how attractive you were to him. It bothered him immensely to have developed an attraction so quickly to someone, let alone Kisuke’s sibling. So many things bothered Sosuke about this “vacation.” But there were only a few days left during this stay at the estate, and Sosuke was never one to quit.

Which is why he resorted to masturbating to fantasies of you during his routine showers.

As the water rained down his body, Sosuke stared at his growing erection, his thoughts still lingering of you from last night’s dinner. The way your eyes lit up as he complimented your dishes, the slight blush of your cheeks for every praise he doled out to you. Or the way you would bite your lip or pout whenever Kisuke did something that annoyed you (and Sosuke).

He slowly began to pump his cock, thinking about how you had tried to grab some ingredients from the top shelf of the pantry closet, and he held the small of your back. The soft gasp that escaped your lips and the way your eyes widened at his touch. The way your lips curved to give him a gentle smile.

Sosuke let a groan as he thought about the sound and looks you gave him, thinking of you underneath him. Groans were followed by pants before hot liquid covered his hand, that was sooner washed away by the shower.

Sosuke knew he had to get a grip. There were only a few days left and he would leave this estate and you behind.

Walking through the estate, Sosuke couldn’t find Kisuke anywhere. In fact, it felt like no one was around, until he walked by the kitchen. Sosuke stood near the door, as he quietly watched you put away groceries, your eyes lighting up, from what he assumed over ideas on what to cook. You had music playing in the background, as you hummed and sang along. He watched you intensely as you danced around the kitchen, putting things away.

It amazed him how similar, yet dissimilar you and Kisuke were. You were thoughtful, respectful and generous. You took initiative in trying to understand Kisuke (and Sosuke’s) interests and hobbies, even if it went over your head sometimes. Yet at the same time, you and Kisuke had the same affinity for childish humour and pranks. You played along with his bizarre ideas, often encouraging him. Sometimes Sosuke felt that Kisuke was being spoiled, and that made him a bit jealous.

Just a bit, he thought to himself.

You were lost in thought and didn’t realize Sosuke was behind you until you turned around, faceplanting yourself in his chest.

“I’m so sorry Sosuke-kun! I didn’t notice you were here. I thought you went out with my brother.” You explained, brushing Sosuke’s shirt for nonexistent dust.

“It’s quite alright.” Sosuke said, with the ever so kind smile again. You couldn’t get a read off of him. He was incredibly polite and thoughtful, to the point you were surprised your brother had made such a friend. “Do you happen to know where he is?” Sosuke inquired, a puzzled look on his face.

“Sadly I don’t, and I tried texting him as well. I’m guessing he didn’t say anything to you either?” You asked, leaning your back to the counter. Sosuke shook his head, to which you sighed in response, “what am I going to do with him…”

Sosuke stood there, still with the same smile on his face. “Sosuke-kun, would you like me to make you anything in the meantime?”

Sosuke sat in the parlour room with you as you had prepared him a pot of your favourite Western tea. You explained to him how you enjoyed “afternoon tea” lately, and the variety of sweet and savoury dishes that accompanied it. Sosuke, of course, had already known about the concept, but indulged you as you explained it to him. His eyes would soften as you looked at him with smiles and the fluttering of your voice as you shared favourite aspects for him.

“I hope my brother hasn’t been too much of a bother for you, Sosuke-kun.” You said, refilling his porcelain cup with more of your favourite tea. “Ki-chan can be peculiar about things, and he never was great at keeping friends.” You had admitted, “well there’s Yoruichi-san and Tessai-san, but he doesn’t bring them up anymore. It’s been years since I last saw them with him.”

Sosuke vaguely recalled Yoruichi, but Tessai was someone he was unfamiliar with. “I see, well we’ve been classmates for years, at differing moments of our life, but I suppose you can say that graduate school is where we got to know each other.” Sosuke explained, taking a sip of the tea.

“Really? You’ve known Ki-chan for longer? He’s never mentioned you before.” You were shocked at the revelation, but Sosuke didn’t seem bother by it.

“We went to the same elementary and high schools, but weren’t in the same classes, were in different friend groups and had different extracurriculars.” Sosuke continued on, unsure as to why he was sharing this with you.

You laughed to yourself, “extracurriculars? Ki-chan wouldn’t even bother. Our mother tried so hard to get him to do something with his time, but he had no interest in it. I’m honestly surprised he mustered up the discipline to do his PhD.” You said, swirling your teacup before taking a sip.

“He’s a brilliant man,” Sosuke admitted.

“Yes he is, but so are you, Sosuke-kun! Don’t sell yourself short.” As you gave him a big grin.

For once, Sosuke felt flustered at your response. He felt his cheeks warm and muttered a thank you. He thought he was used to praises and admiring remarks from men and women alike, but from you, it was different – it felt heartfelt and sincere.

The two of you enjoyed the rest of the afternoon in quiet conversation, from the weather outside, to childhood memories and everything in between. But still, Kisuke was nowhere to be found.

Sighing in defeat, you began to gather the tea ware to clean, but Sosuke, ever the gentleman, helped you carry some of the fine porcelain pieces back into the kitchen.

“I don’t mean to offend,” Sosuke said, calling your name, “but I’m surprised you cook and clean. Doesn’t your housekeeper do it for you?”

“Oh, Midori-san? When I was a teenager, it didn't feel right with me to have a housekeeper, so when our mother was away, I asked Midori-san to teach me things. I never saw myself living in this house forever, so I wanted to know how to cook and clean on my own.”

“Hm, so Urahara-san never bothered to learn with you it seems.” To which you laughed in response.

“Yes, I suppose so!” You smiled at him, as the two of you quietly cleaned the cups and cutlery together.  

“Sosuke-kun, do you know how to play Koi-Koi?

Koi-Koi was a game Sosuke knew of in passing but had never actually played. You provided him a cheat sheet with all the possible pairings and explained the rules to him. His face as emotionless, but your excitement over the game was cute.

“Do people make bets with this game?” Sosuke inquired, as he inspected his hand.

“Oh, I suppose some might. Would you like to bet something, Sosuke-kun?” You asked politely.

Sosuke nodded his head, “how about we decide after we play?” He suggested, giving you again, the same kind smile. You didn’t think he was being genuine this time but wanted to play along.

“I’ve never made a bet playing koi-koi, but I also don’t play it as often as I’d like. Ki-chan hates playing it.” You said sadly.

“Why?”

“I think it’s because this game is left to chance, and he is someone who always works with plan after plan. He may have devised a strategy to secure whatever combinations with what he was dealt with, but koi-koi can be unforgiving.” You explained, as you dealt the cards for the table. “He can build the combinations he has planned out, but he will never know when I can end it for him. I think it’s for that reason, it bothers him.” You surmised, a wistful look on your face as you neatly arranged the cards for the table.

Sosuke had to agree to play for three rounds, which he learned, were also referred to as months. He inspected the cards and noticed that they were fairly faded, with the black edges fading to white. He was also surprised by how small the cards were, his hands engulfing them, while again, you looked cute holding yours.

Sosuke had drawn the better card, determining him to go first. You had offered to go “easy” on him by showing your hand and he would show his, but he explained it wasn’t necessary. “You said I was a quick learner a few days ago.” Sosuke said with a chuckle.

He played conservatively the first round, securing five points after building “Blue Ribbons,” which allowed him to go first again for the second round. Confident with the rules of the game, Sosuke could see what possible combinations he could make with his hand, and repeated “koi-koi” as he built his growing point pile.

Then you had to ruin it. You made a measly junk pile, worth one point and refused to call koi, ending the round.

All the points Sosuke had built, the Rainy Four Lights, Red Poetry Ribbons and both Moon and Cherry Blossom Viewing… all gone.

Sosuke furrowed his eyebrows and exhaled. His eye twitching at how quickly it came apart, remembering your words about Kisuke’s disdain for the game, “but koi-koi can be unforgiving.”

You gave the same wistful smile at him and prepared for the final round. Since you had won the second round, you went first. Cards were taken, others were put on to the table. Sosuke felt vindictive as he saw you growing “Boar Deer Butterfly” in your pile along with “Three Lights.”

Yes, koi-koi was unforgiving. As if to punish you for ending the round with one point, he had built “Red Poetry Ribbons” again and snagged the Butterfly you needed for your own pile, “I end the round.” Sosuke said with a smirk.

“You really are a fast learner, Sosuke-kun!” You smiled at him as you began to pack the cards away. But as soon as your hand reached out to grab his pile, Sosuke caught your wrist, catching you off guard.

“Since I win, I know what I want.” Sosuke said, staring right at you. It was the first time you gave a good look at his face, noticing how sharp and intense his eyes were beyond the lenses. It startled you, but you again, played along, curious to see where this would go.

“And what is that Sosuke-kun?” You politely asked, relaxing your hand in his grip, leaning closer to him over the table.

Without saying a word, Sosuke pulled you in for a kiss, sealing the distance between you two. Your eyes were wide open, shocked over what was happening… but you didn’t mind it. You gently pulled him away and watched him take off his glasses, both of you breathing heavy.

Nothing was said between you, just stares and heavy panting, with Sosuke’s grip on your wrist still ever present. Closing your eyes, you took an inhale, knowing you two were going to cross a line (what line? A small part of you wondered.)

“Maybe we should stop, Sosuke-kun.” You said, regretting each word escaping your mouth. “Kisuke won’t like this.”

“I don’t care what he thinks.” Sosuke said in a pointed tone, his eyes narrowing in anger, “the man plays by his own rules. I think it’s time we play our own.” You were transfixed by his voice, nodding and agreeing with what he was saying. “Let’s finish this elsewhere, Sosuke-kun.” You murmured, pulling him away from his seat. The grip on your wrist tightened as he led you to the guest bedroom.

Clothes were strewn about in Sosuke’s bedroom, as he pulled you against him for more kisses. Sosuke hated how needy he felt, but wanted more of your kisses, more of your attention on him. He held your face in his hands as he peppered kisses across your face, paying special attention to your lips.

He pushed you on to the bed, and continued down your body, nipping across your neck and chest. The greediness he felt grew the more he touched your body, leaving him with the urge to mark you. Harsh bites and sucks across your neck and chest, surely strong enough to bruise later, but you welcomed you. Curiosity and excitement grew in you to see Sosuke go further.

Sosuke parted your bare legs and dipped between them, as he immediately lapped at your wet pussy. He took care to with gentle licks to your clit, then pushed one finger inside you. You moaned loudly, without a care as to who would be able to hear it. You chanted Sosuke’s name, praising him with how good he made you feel.

Your orgasm was approaching, and you had a feeling Sosuke knew that too, with the way he began to pump his fingers faster inside you and the licks to your clit growing more intense. Your legs shook as you felt your orgasm crash around you, a loud scream piercing the room.

Sosuke dropped your legs and pushed his hand through his hair, a lone strand in front of his face. He watched you with a satisfied smirk as you tried to regain your strength. You were shaking trying to sit up, and he watched you with glee.

His cock was hard and erect, with precum dripping down the tip. He gave himself a pump as he watched you struggle to get up. Once you managed to do so, you leaned towards his cock, pushing his hand away.

His cock was thick in your mouth, but you wanted to reward him with the same pleasure you felt. Wrapping your hand around the base of his cock, you began to suckle on his tip as you pumped the base of his shaft. Sosuke threaded his fingeres in your hair, pushing you down further along his cock. He groaned your name as you swallowed his cock whole.

You bobbed your head up and down, keeping the pace as you savoured the precum escaping from Sosuke’s cock.

Until you heard the familiar, sing-song voice of your brother. You tried to pull away, but Sosuke gripped your hair tighter, forcing his cock in your mouth.

You could hear Kisuke’s footsteps coming closer, and then a sudden knock. “Aizen-san, are you there? Do you know where my sister is?”

You looked up at Sosuke, eyes widen while your mouth was filled with his cock. He grinned menacingly at you, shoving your head further towards his crotch. “No, I haven’t. I didn’t see her at all today.”

“Oh…” Kisuke said, “Can I come in? I have some exciting news to share.” He said in a sing-song voice.

“I’m about to take a shower.” Sosuke said, his voice even as if he wasn’t throat fucking you, “I’ll meet you at your parlour room.”

Kisuke made an appreciative sound and went away, with Sosuke letting go of the grip on your hair. Your hair was a mess, with drool and cum dripping down your mouth on to your body, your lips swollen from Sosuke’s kisses and from sucking him off.

“We don’t have a lot of time,” Sosuke said, pushing you back down, “but we can make up for it later.”

You gave him a kiss as a sign of agreement, as he spread your legs apart again. He pushed the tip of his cock into your wet pussy. The slopping noises echoed in your ears.

Sosuke put a hand over your mouth as soon as he saw you moan. He slowly pushed himself in and out of you, your eyes rolling at the sensation of him repeatedly filling you up. Soon his pace quickened, and from your earlier blowjob, Sosuke knew he wasn’t going to last long. He pushed himself down against you and kissed you deeply as his thrusts became erratic. Then, without warning, and your own orgasm approaching, he pulled out his cock and came all over your pussy, rubbing his tip along your clit, earning him a small shriek from you.

You sighed, knowing that you couldn’t bask in the moment with Sosuke, so you quickly gathered your clothes and slowly opened the door, peering down the hallway to ensure no one was around. But before you could leave, Sosuke’s strong arms were wrapped around your waist, as he nuzzled your ear.

“Let’s continue this later tonight.” You turned around, giving him a quick peck on the lips, “I’ll be waiting, Sosuke-kun.”

Thanks for reading!! I had a lot of fun writing this 😅.

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Kinktober 2024: Day 2

WC: 3970

Warnings: NSFW, semi public oral sex, inappropriate use of Devil Fruit abilities, very brief angst

Summary: It’s been a month since you and your crewmates have docked. You’ve lined up a meeting with Buggy but when the drinks start flowing and the guys get a little too touchy, someone starts to get jealous.

The music was so loud you could feel it rumble your whole chest as you and your crewmates beelined to an open cluster of couches at the far end of the bar. Nami led your small group, followed by Robin then you with Sanji beside you and Zoro in the back. You could feel Zoro close on your tail, his body pressing against you anytime you had to quickly stop to let someone stumble through your group. You drop down heavily on the crumbling leather couch that had clearly seen better days but in a dive like this you were just lucky it wasn’t sticky. Sanji sat on one side of you, Zoro on the other, throwing his arm over the back of the couch and spreading his knees. Nami and Robin sat across from you, Nami making a gesture to call a waitress over to take our order.

While the rest of us ordered, Sanji drooled over the waitress making every shitty one liner he could think of before finally ordering whatever was her favourite.

Nami leaned across the small table between the couches so you could hear her “You still meeting your guy here?” You could hear Zoro groan at the question but ignored him, opting to nod since the music was so loud.

You occasionally looked over your shoulder, scanning the crowd near the door, hoping every time that you’d see the peak of blue hair weaving through the crowd or feel his sea green eyes on you. But once the drinks started flowing you partially forget the real reason you’re at the bar and end up having loud conversations with your crewmates.

You messily clink shot glasses with the other four, tapping them on the table in the closest you can all get to simultaneously before bringing the cheap alcohol to your lips, feeling it burn all the way down to your stomach. You lean forward, putting your glass on the sticky table before grabbing the unknown concoction your waitress had brought over when you asked for ‘something fruity’. You leaned back against the couch, the elastic that was barely holding your hair in a messy bun slipped enough that your long hair cascaded down your neck, framing your face in a rather sloppy manner, the band falling onto your lap. Before you even had a chance to shove your bangs out of your face you felt delicate long fingers push through your tresses, bringing your bangs behind your ear. Sanji’s fingers lingered on your jaw, even ghosting over your neck before running his other hand through some hair on the opposite side so it fell a little nicer over your shoulders “Parfait” his eyes were clearly looking down at your exposed cleavage, having chosen a dress that Buggy had bought you the last time you were at port together. His fingers lingered under your chin until a particularly loud laugh from Zoro caused you to look at the rest of your party. Nami had convinced Zoro to take bets on who could maintain a neutral expression when drinking the cheapest tequila they had at the bar, and Robin of course was the judge.

“You try” Zoro nudged his shoulder into you, drunkenly aiming for your arm but hitting the side of your tit instead. You took the took the sticky shot glass from him, making the mistake of sniffing it.

“No way in hell!” Nami and him groaned in unison, Zoro grabbing another shot from the half finished tray that had originally consisted of no less then 10 shot glasses.

“Together?” He held his out, and you reluctantly clinked yours against his before sucking in a big breath and knocking it back. Everyone drunkenly cheered, except Robin who happily clapped, a rosey pink spreading across her cheeks were the only indication that she’s tipsy. Zoro’s big arm captured you, wrapping around your waist and pulling you tightly against his chest. “Look at the newbie drinking with the big dogs!” Sanji’s eyes scanned over your pale upper thighs that were now more exposed by the way the Swordsman held you against him. You felt a soft hand on your thigh, not high enough to set off your alarms but the alcohol in your body was warming your loins, making every touch feel like his.

“How are we out of drinks already?” Loudly announced Nami who slumped sideways into Robin, who wrapped an arm around her.

“Newbie’s turn!” Zoro shook you in his hold before letting you free as you started sitting up, your thighs tightening before you stood. You swayed for a moment, steadied by Sanji’s quick hands on your waist catching you before you were about to tip back onto the couch.

“Need me to come with?” He asked. This was the first time you had turned around and scanned through the crowd in at least an hour. And there he was. Blue hair tied back into a high ponytail, eyes that were the colour of the ocean after a fierce store were glued to you and his painted smile in a harsh frown.

You couldn’t stop the gasp that came from your throat, prompting the cook to look over his shoulder and spot the clown, hands instantly pulling away from your waist as though you had turned white hot. “Bugs!” You’d like to think you navigated getting from point A to point B gracefully, but you know that’s just not true. You slid into the booth across from him, leaning over the table in an attempt to catch his lips in yours only for him to pull back out of your reach. You sat back into the booth, the cool wood back feeling so good against your exposed skin. You nudged his foot with your own huffing when it got no reaction. “When did you get here?”

“A while ago.” He said, taking a long sip of his beer.

”Why didn’t you come see me?”

”Oh, I saw you.” You furrow your brow, the alcohol making it very difficult to pick up on why he may be acting like this.

”So why didn’t you come over? They wouldn’t have given you a problem, they don’t care, really.” You reached out, trying to grab his hand in both of yours. You were craving any type of physical touch from him after having been at sea away from him for a month.

“Buggy I want to touch you.” Your words tugged at him, the touch starved side of him was begging to touch you in every possible meaning of the word but the thought of them touching you made the knife of jealousy twist in his gut.

“Seems like you’ve said that to a lot of people.” He looked up at you through his heavy lashes.

“Buggs, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He sighed as though the weight of the North Blue was on his shoulder.

“Oh you don’t?” His voice dripped in sarcasm.

“I really don’t.”

“You didn’t realize how they had their hands all over you?” He wasn’t looking at you, but instead his eyes followed the every move of your crewmates.

Oh.

“They just get like that sometimes, they don’t mean it l-“

“I bet the blonde one was thinking of 20 different ways to fuck you” His eyes finally meet your’s and you almost wish they hadn’t. His eyes were the colour of the sea as a storm brewed above it. “Bet you’d like him to, wouldn’t you?.” His jaw clenched making his face more angular. His words made your brows knit tightly together, his jealousy turning into self deprecation as quickly as the winds change at sea. “I asked you a question.”

“Of course not, you couldn’t be more wrong.” He seemed mildly content with that answer, his hand sliding between your legs, dragging his gloved fingers along the inside of your thigh at a painful slow pace.

“What am I not wrong about?” He lazily rests his cheek on his free hand, studying your demeanur. Watching your pleading eyes as you buck your hips underneath the table in hopes he’ll touch you where you need it most.

“The only one I want to touch me like that is y-you.” His fingers ghosted over your covered core for just long enough to cause you to stammer, then it’s gone, back down to draw loops along your inner thigh again.

”Good girl.” If the music hadn’t been so loud, he would have been able to hear the whine that unconsciously slipped past your lips at the praise. Finally, you felt his hand cup your pussy, even though his glove and the lace of your panties he could feel just how wet you already were. “Should we go over there and drink with your crew?” You knew he wasn’t serious, it was entirely against your dynamic seeing as he was a warlord and there was a hardy bounty on each of your heads, it was an unspoken line he would never cross and both of you knew that. But despite that you went along with his game, shaking your head, moaning when you felt his thumb apply the perfect amount of pleasure to your clit. ”Hmm, what’s that?” He dramatically placed his free hand by his ear, “I couldn’t quite hear you.” His grin was side, almost from ear to ear. He was enjoying your torment far too much.

”I don’t want to go back with them.” Your voice was quiet, much too quiet to be heard over the music and chatter around you. But lucky for you, Buggy fed off your meek voice, loving the way you kept trying to close your thighs around his hand in a feeble attempt to trap it.

“What do you want to do then?” You couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol, lust or overstimulation but your brain was beyond foggy. Piecing words together was a struggle, and only getting harder with each movement of his thumb on your clit.

“I…I don’t know” All you knew in that moment was you needed the clown. You wanted him to drag you out of the bar by your hair and throw you up against the nearest wall and take you. You wanted him to fuck you so hard you wouldn’t be able to sit down comfortably, you wanted him to call you a whore, you wanted him to touch you in all the same spots Zoro and Sanji had. You wanted him to claim you, to prove to them that you were his.

”Aw poor thing, can’t focus and I’ve barely gotten started.” His mocking tone only made you more wet, a whine leaving your lips as you nodded, your eyes doe-like. ”Go tell your crew you’ll see them in the morning and I’ll take care of you.” He stood up, extending his free hand out to help you stand, the hand between your legs making no signs of reattaching to the user’s wrist. Before you can fully register the feeling, his hand manages to squeeze inside your panties, one of his glove covered fingers pushing into you like it’s nothing. If it hadn’t been for Buggy quickly grabbing your waist you would have stumbled right back down into the booth. “Careful my star, wouldn’t want someone catching on.” He whispered into your ear, pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek before turning you around, a swift smack on your ass as you stumbled towards your crew.

You leaned over the back of the couch you had been sitting on, catching both men by surprise. “I’m gonna’ head out, I’ll be back before we set sail.” The sound of your own voice surprised you, somehow you sounded normal, not at all like you had a finger rubbing right against your g-spot.

“You sure?” Zoro was the first to speak, his arm wrapping around your waist and tugging you closer to where he sat, his hand casually slipping down your back to rest on the back of your thigh. “I can walk you back.” His words were slurred and you knew even on the best of days he’d struggle to find his way back to the Sunny, let alone in his current state.

“Dumbass! She’s not going alone!” Nami threw a stained pillow from beside her, hitting him directly in the face. You saw the way the Swordsman paused, the pillow held tightly in both of his hands before he finally clued in. He moved so he could look over his shoulder, meeting Buggy’s icy stare.

”If you need anything, just call.” Robin said earnestly, a gentle smile on her lips. You didn’t know it in the moment, but she had seen everything. You managed to walk back to him, tugging the back of your dress down to make sure his detached hand wasn’t visible to your crew. He had his one arm in the pocket of his jacket, the other was quick to hook around your waist, tugging you against him as he led you out of the bar.

Once outside, the arm that was wrapped around your waist tugged you quickly to the side of the bar, turning right again down an alley that ran along the the building. Your bare back met the cement wall, sending a chill down your body as he pressed a hand to your stomach to keep you still.

The hand that had remained between your legs had had slowed its ministrations while you had navigated the cramped bar but now sank two fingers back into your soaked hole. He took your gasp as an opportunity to press an aggressive kiss to your lips, moaning into you as you swallowed every sound he gave you. “How’s that feel, my little star?” You moaned as he pulled away before quickly covering your mouth with a hand, momentarily forgetting yourself. “Oh no no,” He laughed, pulling your hand from your mouth and guiding it behind your back “We’re not going to be having any of that, got it?” You nodded, doe eyes getting lost in his sea glass green eyes that would glint when he moved into the moonlight just right. “I had to watch them throw themselves at you, the way they looked at you, when dressed up all pretty for me. So now,” He leaned forward to press what you expected to be a kiss to your pulse point, but instead he nipped just under your ear, drawing a shaky breath from your lungs “They’re gonna’ have to listen to you screaming my name.” He punctuated each word with either a kiss or a nip down your neck until he was blocked by the neckline of the black and white babydoll dress he had bought you.

He reached down between your legs, pulling the crotch of your panties down enough that he could reattach his hand before holding it up high enough that the light from the moon could illuminate just how wet it was.

He glanced over his shoulder towards the mouth of the alley before slowly taking off his gloves, tucking them in the pocket of his worn jacket that was at one point a brilliant orange but now had faded into a burnt tangerine. The moment his bare hands touched you, you were even more of a mess then before. His lips were on your’s, moaning into your mouth as one hand gripped the side of your neck, thumb brushing your cheek, while the other one grabbed roughly at your hip, eventually slipping beneath the fabric. “God it’s been too long, doll.” All you could do was respond with a breathy sigh, leaning forward to catch his lips before he could pull away further. As you kissed, your hand instinctively came from behind your back and pressed into his tented pants, pulling a shaky moan from the clown before he pulled away “W-whoa not yet my star, I’ve got other plans.” He grabbed your wrist, bringing it to his lips and pressing kisses to your palm, eyes flicking up to meet yours “don’t cha’ wanna’ see what I have in store for you?” You nodded, watching as he held your hand in one hand and ran the other down your forearm, knowing how much you enjoyed any contact with his bare skin. He caught your lips one more time, laughing quietly when you tried to chase his face when he pulled away, slowly sinking down to his knees.

“W-wait right here?” You quickly looked at the mouth of the alley where you could see the occasional person walk by as they were exiting the bar.

“I did say your crew was going to hear.” he looked up at you with a wide smile, his hands on either side of your body, fingers already wrapped around the waistband of your lacy panties. He gave you time to protest, time to tell him that this wasn’t what you wanted. But when no words came from your rouged lips, he yanked the fabric down your legs, guiding your legs up so you could step out of them, before he shoved them in his pocket, secretly hoping you’d forget them when you returned to your ship in the morning.

Once your panties were off, he used one hand to push your skirt up, giving him a full view of your cunt. It felt like it has been ages since he had been this close to you, since he had smelt you, tasted you. As he slowly leaned in, you couldn’t stop the whine that got stuck in the back of your throat when you felt his warm breath against your lips. He loved teasing you, it wouldn’t be unheard of for him to spend hours toying with you until you’re crying and begging for him. But not tonight, he wanted to but as soon as his tongue slipped between your folds he knew there was no pulling him away from you.

His hands ran along your legs, moving around to the back of your thighs and digging his nails into the curve of your ass as he moaned into you. The feeling of his tongue, of his nose moving along your most sensitive parts was more intoxicating then even the most potent alcohol. You couldn’t stop pushing your hips forward, your back arching off the wall as your fingers tangled in his hair before pulling his tresses loose from the tie. When he flicked his gaze up at you, you were incapable of looking away. “I’ve missed you so much.” His lips moved along your folds as he spoke, moving his head just enough that his nose nudged against your clit.

When you opened your mouth to respond, one of the hands that had been on your thighs moved to slip a long slender finger inside of you, forcing a moan out that you had been holding back. “That’s my good girl, keep making all those pretty sounds for me.” He slipped another finger into you, pulling his face back so he could focus his tongue on your clit, letting his jaw go slack as he mouthed at you, moans flowing freely from him.

His fingers stretched you from the inside, curving in an curled motion to rub against your spongy walls. He tugged at one of your thighs, guiding it over his shoulder, enjoying the way you subconsciously pushed him further into your cunt, your hips slowly rocking against his mouth. Your breath was coming in short, quick gasps, your body was no longer cold instead it was burning, a thin layer of sweat covered your chest.

“That’s the last time I ever give either of you your own spending money! Do you know how many berries you spent?!” Nami’s shrill voice cut through the night air like a knife. Your eyes shot open, reality washing over you as though someone just threw a bucket of cold water on you.

“Don’t blame me, woman! It’s your own fault for giving us that much!” You wouldn’t admit it, but your nipples pebbles at the voice of the swordsman, remembering the way his calloused hand had run over the exact same spots on your thighs where Buggy’s hands currently were.

“Nami-swan p-please allow me to make it up to you. I can make cuts to the grocery budget, we can cut down on the sake we stock between ports.” You could practically see the look of outrage that was bound to be on Zoro’s face at the very suggestion.

“Like hell you will, you dumb cook!”

You wanted to stifle your moans but no matter how hard you chewed your bottom lip, the moans we’re unstoppable. “B-Buggs” you whined, tightening your grip on his hair, holding him against your body as you ground against his nose. You couldn’t be sure, but it felt like his fingers pushed even deeper into you as you humped against him, chasing your own orgasm with no consideration for your crewmates that were a few meters away. “F-fuck Buggy- fuck I-I’m so close” you could feel him hum against you, even trying to speak but his words were smothered by your cunt. It got to the point where your pace was impossible to keep up with, so he angled his head, stuck out his tongue and allowed you to use him as you needed.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” You could just barely hear Nami yell, clearly walking away from you and in the direction of the Sunny.

“I’m going back to the ship!” His voice was close, somehow closer then it had been before but your ability to understand that was long gone.

Your core tightened, the muscles along your stomach tensed as you felt yourself being thrust over the edge, falling headlong into your climax. You were unsure of the words that fell from your lips, whether they were praises, curses or a mixture of the two, you knew Buggy’s name was hot on your tongue, leaving your mouth like a prayer.

“You can’t really think the ship is th-“ Sanji nearly walked straight into Zoro as he stood at the mouth of the alley. Somewhere in his alcohol addled, navigationally challenged brain he had thought this may be a shortcut to the water but had quickly realized it wasn’t when he heard your breathy moan. But now he was unable to will himself to move, watching the way your leg was thrown over the shoulder of the clown, his long hair gripped between your fingers and his face buried between your legs. He knew the Cook was standing right behind him, watching the same thing he was. The way you bucked your hips against the clown’s face, even with your thigh blocking the majority of his face, both men knew his fingers were working you open while his face was covered in your slick.

“W-we should go” Sanji whispered, but neither of them moved, almost hypnotized by the way your body moved before tensing, the only coherent word they could catch was the name of that damned clown who for the briefest of moment met their gaze. Zoro felt Sanji’s hand ball up the back of his shirt, tugging him sharply as he cursed under his breath.

Your body slumped against the wall, feeling Buggy press kisses along your inner thigh before helping it off of his shoulder. “You did so good my star” the red of his painted smile was gone, smeared along your sticky cunt, what little was still on his face was quickly rubbed onto the arm of his coat as he wiped his face before standing. His arms wrapped around your waist, tugging you against him, capturing you in a quick kiss, pulling away long enough to whisper “I always knew you’d perform well for an audience.”

[oneterabyteofkilobyteage]

original url http://www.geocities.com/Colosseum/Rink/3970/ last modified 2007-07-08 11:59:42

[qrcane]

Ramon referred to Pac as “pai” (3970 dead 9659 injured)

[hometoursandotherstuff]

The famous luxury 1978 underground bunker house in Las Vegas, NV never sold and now it sits, sad, dark, empty, and damned creepy. The 5bd, 4ba home sold for $1.15M in 2014, but in 2019 they were asking $18M, the price of what it would've cost to build then, which would have been nearly impossible. But, it didn't sell at  $5,603,700 or even $4,230,354 in 2020 and 2022, respectively. I found some Before and After photos.

Here it is, in its heyday.

Empty, dark and desolate, it still sits all these years. Creepy, huh?

Eerie.

This was the living room.

Looks like the pool is mostly drained.

The bath is dark and desolate.

The family room fireplace.

The once-bright pink kitchen.

Because it's in Vegas, it became a wedding venue for awhile, and you could be married under the creepy arch.

Here are some more photos - the empty primary bedroom.

The BBQ grill is in a big fake rock.

If you got tired of the tropical and mountain murals, you could just walk around the house and go to the farm, complete with a water pump.

It had 2 bars for entertaining in style.

Dance floor with stripper pole and disco ball.

I have no idea what this big silver thing on wheels is.

This was one of the other bedrooms.

It has a lot of fake trees and a variety of different lighting effects.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/3970-Spencer-St-Las-Vegas-NV-89119/7092102_zpid/

[kckt88]

The Lost Dragon IV - Harmonize.

Summary:

In the aftermath of her failed escaped attempt, Vaelys seeks to make amends with Aemond.

On Dragonstone, Rhaenyra recieves news of her daughter and makes the wrong assumption.

Warning(s): Angst, Mild Fluff, Threats, Language, Uncle/Niece Incest, Smut - Spit Kink, Oral Sex (F-Recieving), P in V, Multiple Positions, Voyeurism, Aegon Being a Twat, (Wrong) Assumptions.

AEMOND TARGARYEN x O.C -VAELYS TARGARYEN

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Word Count: 3970

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

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As Aemond's heavy footsteps echoed through the dimly lit corridors of the Red Keep, his grip on Vaelys' arm tightened with each stride.

His wife stumbled beside him, her eyes wide with fear and desperation, a clear indication of her failed attempt at escape.

Vaelys' heart pounded in her chest as she struggled to keep pace with Aemond's furious strides.

The tension between them was palpable, thickening the air with unspoken words and unvoiced accusations. Aemond's anger burned like wildfire, fuelled by the betrayal he felt at Vaelys' attempt to flee.

But beneath the rage lurked a deep sense of hurt and disappointment, a gnawing ache that threatened to consume him whole.

Silence stretched between them, broken only by the echoing sound of their footsteps against the cold stone floor. Vaelys dared not speak, knowing that any words she uttered would only serve to further enrage her husband.

Finally, they reached the door to their chambers, looming before them like a silent sentinel. With a forceful push, Aemond flung it open, dragging Vaelys inside with him.

Once inside, Aemond released his grip on Vaelys' arm, but his eye remained locked on hers, burning with a mixture of fury and sorrow.

"You said you chose me”.

Vaelys recoiled slightly, her own eyes brimming with tears. "I do choose you, Aemond, but-"

"But what?" Aemond interrupted, his frustration bubbling to the surface. "Why did you try to leave me?”

Vaelys swallowed hard, her gaze dropping to the floor "I miss her, Aemond. I miss my mother. I miss the sound of her voice, the way she would hold me tight when I was scared”.

Her words hung heavy in the air, the weight of her longing palpable in the silence that followed. Aemond's features softened, his anger giving way to empathy as he reached out to gently brush away her tears.

"I'm sorry, Vaelys," murmured Aemond , his voice filled with remorse.

Vaelys nodded, her throat tight with unspoken emotions "I just-I just wish she were here, I wish she could hold me one more time, tell me that everything will be alright."

Aemond pulled her into his arms, holding her close as she wept softly against his chest.

“I might pretend to be brave, but I-I’m scared of Aegon, of what he might do" confessed Vaelys her voice muffled slightly as she pressed her face into the leather of his jerkin.

"Your safety means everything to me, and I swear on my life that I will protect you, no matter what” replied Aemond.

The silence was shattered by the sudden entrance of Aegon, his presence filling the room with an aura of authority and fury.

His eyes blazed with a fiery intensity as he fixed his gaze upon Vaelys still wrapped in Aemond’s embrace.

"VAELYS" roared  Aegon, his voice echoing off the stone walls. "You dare to attempt escape from the Red Keep? You dare to defy the King of the Seven Kingdoms?"

Vaelys recoiled at the force of Aegon's wrath, her heart pounding in her chest as she braced herself for his inevitable retribution.

But before she could utter a word in her defence, Aemond tightened his grip around her.

"It's not her fault, Aegon," Aemond declared, his voice steady despite the turmoil swirling within him. "She didn't know-she didn't know that Erryk was posing as Arryk"

Aegon's brow furrowed in confusion, his anger momentarily tempered by surprise. "What are you talking about, Aemond?" he demanded, his tone demanding an explanation.

Aemond took a deep breath, his gaze never wavering from Aegon's steely gaze. "Erryk, he disguised himself as Arryk," he explained, his words carefully chosen to deceive Aegon and protect Vaelys from his wrath. "Vaelys thought it was Arryk who came to her, not realizing the deception until it was too late".

Aegon's expression darkened with suspicion, his eyes narrowing as he scrutinized Aemond's words for any hint of deceit. But as he looked into his brother's eyes, he saw only unwavering determination.

After a tense moment of silence, Aegon's features softened slightly, the fury in his eyes giving way to a begrudging acceptance.

 "Very well. But make no mistake, Aemond. If there is even a whisper of disobedience from your wife again, there will be consequences."

Aemond nodded solemnly, his relief palpable as Aegon stormed out of their chambers, leaving them alone in the wake of his fury.

"Why did you lie for me, Aemond?" asked Vaelys, her tone laced with uncertainty.

Aemond's eyes softened as he met her gaze, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Because I love you” he confessed, his voice tender and sincere. "I would do anything to protect you”.

Vaelys' breath caught in her throat at his words, her heart fluttering with a mixture of disbelief and longing. "But-why?" she questioned, her voice trembling with emotion. "We haven't been married for long, and our families-their on opposite sides of a war."

Aemond reached out to gently cup her face, his touch sending shivers down her spine. "Because my love for you has always been there, Vaelys," he admitted, his voice tinged with vulnerability. "Even when we were children, and our families were divided by conflict, I couldn't shake the feeling that you were meant for me."

Tears welled in Vaelys' eyes as she listened to Aemond's heartfelt confession, the weight of his words sinking deep into her soul. "I never knew," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "I always believed that you thought I was annoying".

“You were annoying, still are actually. But now, with everything that's happened, I realize that life is too short to keep secrets. And I want you to know, Vaelys, that I will love you no matter what” confessed Aemond.

Vaelys smiled as she tightened her grip around Aemond’s body, her fingers digging into the cool leather.

"Vaelys, write to your mother. Write to her, and I will send it” said Aemond.

Vaelys looked up at Aemond, her eyes shimmering with gratitude and longing.

"You would do that for me?" whispered Vaelys, her voice tinged with disbelief.

Aemond nodded, his expression unwavering. "Of course," he replied, his tone leaving no room for doubt. "Your mother deserves to know that you're safe, that you're loved. And I will do everything in my power to make sure she hears from you."

Tears welled in Vaelys' eyes as she surged forward and pressed a firm kiss to Aemond’s lips, her heart overflowing with gratitude.

"Thank you," murmured Vaelys, her voice choked with emotion.

Aemond squeezed her hand gently, a reassuring smile playing on his lips. "It's my pleasure, Vaelys," he assured her, his eyes filled with tenderness. "Now go, write your letter”

Vaelys sat at Aemond's desk, the quill in her hand poised over the parchment as she carefully crafted her letter to her mother.

As she wrote, Aemond watched from where he was sitting, his gaze filled with a mixture of admiration and tenderness.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Vaelys set down her quill, her letter complete. She rose from her seat and made her way to the drawer where Aemond kept his writing supplies, intending to return the ink and parchment to their rightful place.

But as she reached for the drawer, her eyes fell upon something unexpected – a stack of papers tucked away in the corner. Curiosity piqued, she pulled them out and gasped in astonishment.

It was a collection of drawings that she had made as a child, images of knights and dragons and fantastical creatures that had once filled her imagination.

And as she flipped through them, she realized with a start that they were the very drawings she had given to Aemond all those years ago.

Tears welled in Vaelys' eyes as she looked up at Aemond, her voice barely above a whisper. "You kept them," breathed Vaelys, her heart overflowing with emotion.

Aemond nodded, a soft smile playing on his lips.

"Of course I did," he replied, his voice filled with warmth. "They reminded me of the little girl who stole my heart all those years ago”.

Without a word, she launched herself at him, throwing her arms around his neck and pressing her lips to his in a desperate, passionate kiss.

Aemond was taken aback by the sudden display of affection, but he responded eagerly, wrapping his arms around Vaelys, and pulling her close.

"I want you-” muttered Aemond.

“-Then have me”.

Aemond hooked his arms around her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the bed.

Vaelys watched as Aemond spat on her cunny.

His singular eye quickly looking at her before he lowered his head and pressed into Vaelys’ core with his tongue.

Vaelys clutched the bedspread above her head, her fingers digging into the fabric.

Aemond withdrew from her soaking wet core, licking at her pearl with his tongue. He was hard, fast and brutal, alternating between her assaulted bundle of nerves and drinking deep from her cunt.

Vaelys ground down on Aemond, hard; his tongue speared deeper inside her, and she felt the warm curl of her peak approach.

“That’s it come for me baby-” urged Aemond, his fingers reaching forward to caress her pearl.

“AEMOND” screamed Vaelys arching off the bed as she peaked.

“Hmm” muttered Aemond as he pressed a series of kisses to Vaelys’ inner thighs.

“P-Please A-Aemond. Need you” begged Vaelys.

Aemond rose from the floor, his chin shining with her slick, he smirked as he swiped his fingers over his chin and then placed them in his mouth savouring the delicious taste of his wife.

Aemond moved up Vaelys’ body pausing to grasp hold of her left breast as he ran his tongue over the peaked rosy nipple.

“Oh-“ gasped Vaelys.

“Issa jorrāelagon-Issa glaeson-ñuhon” growled Aemond as he seized Vaelys’ lips in a ferocious kiss, his hard cock throbbing against her thigh (My love-my life-mine).

Aemond wrapped a hand around his cock and slowly ran it over Vaelys’ wet entrance, she began squirming impatiently against him as he continued to tease her.

“P-Please, I want you” exclaimed Vaelys desperately.

“Hmm” rasped Aemond as he slid inside her with a singular thrust.

His hips resting against hers.

Aemond started to thrust slowly, trying to prolong the feel of his wife squeezing his cock.

"Faster, Aemond" begged Vaelys.

"Patience, issa dōna" chided Aemond as he ran his nose up Vaelys’ neck (My sweet).

“Yes, Aemond, just like that-" panted Vaelys

Her hands ran over his arms, over his shoulders, and down his back. Her nimble fingers mapped his back muscles and then went down to his arse and gripped him - pressing him into her harder.

 “Gods, Vaelys" grunted Aemond, speeding up slightly.

"Fuck me, Aemond. Fuck me with that big, cock of yours. You feel so good inside me. I-I want your seed-give me a babe”.

Aemond groaned loudly, knew exactly what his wife was doing, but he couldn’t help himself. She wanted faster, he was going much faster now.

His pace had increased with every filthy word that dropped from his wife’s luscious lips. Now he was quickly thrusting in and out, shaking the bed, the headboard banging loudly against the wall.

Aemond lifted Vaelys’ legs onto his shoulders and wrapped his arms around her thighs, squeezing them together as he thrust his cock into her soaking wet cunny.

Vaelys folded her arms above her head as she moved her hips, meeting Aemond thrust for thrust.

“Aemond! I’m going to come. Oh, fuck!” screamed Vaelys.

“That’s it baby-come for me” exclaimed Aemond as he felt her clenching on his cock.

Aemond could feel the tension in his abdomen, but he didn’t want to come. Not yet.

Not even waiting for her orgasm to fully subside, Aemond moved Vaelys’ legs off his shoulders and manoeuvred her onto all fours, she whimpered as his cock slipped out, but he bent forward to press a series of kisses to her glorious arse, his hands kneading the soft flesh.

“P-Please Aemond” whispered Vaelys, her voice slightly muffled as she pressed her face into the mattress.

Aemond took his cock in hand and sheathed himself inside Vaelys once again, his eye rolling into the back of his head.

“Fuck” groaned Aemond.

“God. Yes. Aemond” moaned Vaelys.

He began to thrust in and out of her in deep achingly slow thrusts.

Vaelys took one of Aemonds hands that was on her hip and brought it towards her head.

Knowing what his wife wanted, Aemond placed his hand on the back of her head and pushed her face into the mattress, her back arching. His cock reaching deep inside her as he moved with such ferocity it could rival an animal, his long silver hair unbound and sticking to his sweaty back.

Aemond then grasped both of Vaelys’ arms and held them behind her back as he pounded into her, the sound of his hips slapping against hers echoed around the room.

Her screams of pleasure muffled by the mattress.

 “Fuck. Vaelys-that’s it” moaned Aemond.

He took hold of Vaelys’ hair, twisting his fingers into the messy silver braid before he pulled her backwards, her sweaty back colliding with his chest.

Aemond held Vaelys tight too him as he fucked her, his cock reaching deep inside her.

One hand grasped her hip, his blunt fingers digging into her flesh. Whilst his other released her hair and moved to her throat, squeezing gently.

“Give it to me please” pleaded Vaelys her head lolling back onto Aemond’s shoulder.

Aemond could feel the tension building in his abdomen again, as he thrust his cock inside Vaelys.

“I want you to come on my cock again, but not like this-” muttered Aemond as he once again withdrew from his wife’s wet heat and propped himself up against the headboard.

“-Aemond” exclaimed Vaelys breathlessly.

 “Ride me baby” replied Aemond as he pulled Vaelys on top of him. His hand moving to his cock, rubbing it along her folds before she sunk down and completely engulfed him.

 “Oh” gasped Vaelys as she rolled her hips against Aemonds.

“That’s it baby, take it. Take all of me”.

Aemond placed his hands on Vaelys’ hips and marvelled at his wife as she rode him.

Vaelys dug her nails into Aemond’s chest as she moved her hips against his, his cock hitting the sweet spot inside her perfectly.

“A-Aemond” moaned Vaelys as he sat up, moving his hand to her breast again and taking her nipple into his mouth, his teeth gently grazing the rosy bud.

“Let go baby, I can feel you clenching around me” exclaimed Aemond, as he moved to the other breast and lavished it with the same attention as the other.

Vaelys’ thighs began to burn, as she felt her third climax approach, if her husband’s face had been sculpted by the gods themselves, then his cock had been given to him by the devil.

It was sin incarnate and Vaelys was ready to let it claim her fully, her husband had possessed every fibre of her being and she revelled in it.

 “AEMOND” screamed Vaelys her vision going white as she came around his cock.

Her husband threw her back onto the bed his cock never leaving her warmth as he pounded into her, her legs wrapped around his waist, trapping his body against hers as he chased his own end.

“God. Vaelys” groaned Aemond as he exploded. His cock throbbing and twitching as he finally spilled his seed, collapsing on top of his wife, breathing hard.

It took a good while for Aemond to regain his senses.

Meanwhile his wife was laid underneath him completely blissed out. Her heart pounding in her chest.

“I love you ābrazȳrys” whispered Aemond as he slowly pulled his softened cock from his wife and flopped onto the mattress beside her (Wife).

The pair of them completely oblivious to the pair of amethyst eyes that were watching them from the secret passageway.

“I must say well done to you brother-“ said Aegon.

“What are you going on about?” asked Aemond.

“Your wife-she was such a timid thing on your wedding night-crying as you stuck your cock in her, but now she takes it like a whore”.

“How do you know that?” retorted Aemond his cheeks tinged pink.

“Secret passageways-I was actually sneaking out to visit one of my favourite whores, when I heard the two of you-I must say I’m impressed, fucking her like that. I didn’t know you had it in you” laughed Aegon.

“You filthy wretch-“ snarled Aemond.

“Now-now brother. Remember that I am the King, and I could have you punished for laying hands on me” snarked Aegon.

“You disgust me” said Aemond.

“I did consider that you wasn’t enough for her, I mean how desperate must she have been to try and escape, suppose I shouldn’t really blame her, you can be quite dull” said Aegon.

“She didn’t-“

“Oh, please how stupid do you think I am, she tried to escape, and you lied for her. My brother ever the dutiful one, reduced to a cuntstruck-“

Aemond seized Aegon by his tunic and slammed him against the wall.

“You ever spy on me and my wife again and you’ll regret it” growled Aemond.

“Touched a nerve have I brother?” laughed Aegon as Aemond released him and stormed out of the room.

Vaelys and Helaena strolled through the lush gardens of the Red Keep, the fragrant scent of flowers filling the air as they wandered along winding paths. The gentle breeze played with their silver hair, carrying with it the soft melody of birdsong and the distant murmur of a nearby fountain.

Suddenly, a delicate butterfly fluttered into view, its wings painted in vibrant hues of blue and gold. With a graceful dance, it circled around Vaelys before landing gently on her outstretched finger, its delicate legs tickling her skin.

As the butterfly took flight, Princess Helaena's eyes sparkled with mischief as she turned to Vaelys, her hand reaching out to gently clasp hers. "Vaelys," she said with a mischievous grin, "I have an idea."

Vaelys glanced at her curiously, her brow furrowing in confusion. "What is it, Helaena?" she asked, unsure of what her friend had in mind.

"Let's summon Aemond to the gardens," Helaena suggested, her smile widening. "I have a feeling he would want to share in this moment."

Vaelys' heart skipped a beat at the mention of Aemond's name, her cheeks flushing with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. "But why, Helaena?" she questioned, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Helaena's smile softened into a sweet, reassuring expression as she squeezed Vaelys' hand affectionately. "Trust me, Vaelys," she said gently, "You'll want to sit down for this."

With a nod of agreement, Vaelys allowed herself to be led to a nearby bench by Helaena, her mind racing with questions and anticipation.

Moments later, a guard arrived at their side, his expression curious as Helaena instructed him to fetch Aemond to the gardens without delay.

As they waited, Vaelys felt a wave of dizziness wash over her, her hand instinctively moving to rest on her stomach. Helaena noticed her discomfort and offered her a reassuring smile. "It's alright, Vaelys,"

Before Vaelys could respond, the sound of footsteps approaching drew her attention. Aemond emerged from the foliage, his expression a mix of concern and curiosity.

"Helaena?" he asked, his brow furrowing in confusion. "What's going on?"

Helaena's face lit up with excitement as she turned to Aemond, her eyes shining with joy. "Aemond," she exclaimed, unable to contain her excitement any longer, "Vaelys is with child.”

Aemond's eye widened in shock, his heart pounding in his chest as he took in the news. For a moment, he was speechless, overcome with a flood of emotions – joy, disbelief, and overwhelming love for Vaelys and their unborn child.

As the weight of the moment sank in, Aemond crossed the garden in quick strides, dropping to his knees beside Vaelys and enveloping her in a tight embrace. "Vaelys," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, "I'm going to be a father."

Aegon sat upon his throne, his expression a mask of smug satisfaction as he received the news of Vaelys' pregnancy. It was no surprise really given the frequency in which his brother would spill his seed inside his wife.

Aegon’s eyes gleamed with malicious delight as he listened to the messenger's report, relishing in the opportunity to wield his power over his older sister.

"Ah, excellent news indeed," Aegon declared, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Inform my good sister that I will be sending a letter to Dragonstone at once, informing her of this joyous occasion."

The messenger hesitated, sensing the thinly veiled malice in Aegon's words. "But Your Grace," he ventured cautiously, "The Princess has requested that the news be kept quiet for now.”

Aegon cut him off with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Nonsense," he scoffed, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "It is my duty as King to ensure that Vaelys’ family is informed of such matters. After all, the news of babe is something celebrate”.

With that, Aegon dismissed the messenger with a flick of his wrist, his mind already racing with plans to use Vaelys' pregnancy to his advantage. As he leaned back on his throne, a satisfied smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, he relished in the thought of the chaos his announcement would sow – and the power it would grant him over his sister and his uncle.

Rhaenyra sat in her chambers, her hands trembling as she read the letter from her brother, Aegon. Her heart sank with each word, each line delivering a blow to her already fragile emotions.

Tears welled in her eyes as she absorbed the news of Vaelys' pregnancy – a bitter reminder of the cruel fate that had befallen her sweet girl.

Forced to carry the child of the man who had abducted her, Vaelys' plight weighed heavily on Rhaenyra's heart. The thought of her beloved daughter suffering such a fate filled her with despair, her mind reeling with a mixture of grief and rage.

As Rhaenyra clutched the letter from Aegon, her mind flashed back to another letter – one she had received from Vaelys not long after her marriage to Aemond. In it, her daughter had reassured her of her safety and happiness, claiming that her marriage was a blissful union.

But even as Rhaenyra remembered the words penned by her daughter's hand, doubt gnawed at her heart. Daemon had been the first to voice his scepticism, his instincts telling him that the letter had been coerced, that Vaelys' words were not her own.

Even with the inclusion of Avy jorrāelan naejot se hūra se aril. A phrase Rhaenyra would lovingly whisper to all her children when they were babes.(I love you to the moon and back)

Now, as she sat with the weight of Aegon's letter heavy in her hands, Rhaenyra couldn't shake the feeling that Daemon had been right all along. The thought that her daughter had been forced to write those words, forced to feign happiness in the face of such torment, filled her with a sense of guilt and helplessness.

"You were right," Rhaenyra whispered, her voice barely audible above the tumult of her thoughts. "Our daughter’s letter, it was a lie".

Daemon wrapped his arms around Rhaenyra, pulling her close as she buried her face in his chest, her tears staining the fabric of his tunic.

"We'll find a way to save her, Rhaenyra," he vowed, his voice soft yet resolute. "I won't rest until Vaelys is free from Aemond's grasp, and justice is served."

[kaybl]

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[mollysfuturemishaps]

Molly's Future Mishaps Chapter 36: 3970

A younger Leaf searches for her true passion.