#am i completely floored and so appreciative i don’t know what to do with myself? yes

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I feel like when reader gets fed up with Rafe not making a move, she tries to go on a date with someone else and it makes him realize that he has to act if doesn’t want to be left with just “baby daddy” label. loved your story

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summary: when you have a baby with your ex-friend with benefits, he realizes that he has to talk about your feelings if doesn't want to lose you (can be read as a standalone, but is part two of this fic)

word count: 1.1k.

warnings: ex fwb, baby daddy Rafe, he's really soft and cutesy (i can't help myself, sorry)

Raising a baby with you felt easy. It felt safe and stable because it seeming like you worked perfectly together, never having serious fights and always easily understanding each other. Rafe adored both of you and he was happier than he ever was, even if he was constantly tired from sleepless nights. 

Every time Rafe looked at you holding your daughter, smiling and particularly shining in your post-pregnancy bliss, he felt his heart flattering. You were his. The mother of his daughter, his friend, his family, his girl. 

Then, when you unexpectedly mentioned to him that someone had asked you out, things went south. 

You both hated every second of what was likely your first serious argument, but you were unable to contain your emotions when the situation deeply hurt both of you. 

“I don’t know what you want from me, Rafe! I don’t know what you expect from me when the only thing that I know for certain is that I am the mother of your child!” You screamed at him, blinking away your tears. 

“Don’t say that. You know what I want from you, and I can’t let you go out on dates with some random dudes, Y/N. Like, you have to be joking. We just had a baby, for fuck’s sake!” His hands flew to his hair as he started walking back and forth in the middle of his living room. 

“As far as I’m aware, I’m single, Rafe.” You said it bitterly, bringing your legs closer to your chest and wrapping your hands around them. You wanted to hide because it felt to heavy to be talking about it, especially when you never desired anything more than to be appreciated and loved by the man in front of you.

“So this means nothing to you?” 

“It was not what I said.”

“You said you’re single.” 

“Am I not?” You whispered. “You were horny and had a baby with me. Just admit it.” 

You were looking at each other with emotions and unsaid feelings on the tips of your tongues. It hurt you to say it; it hurt you to realize how easy it was to end everything here and face the reality that you were no one to each other. Tears flooded your vision and you looked down, defeated. 

“I’m sorry.” Rafe whispered back, as the panic started to settle in him. “I’m so so sorry, Y/N. It has never been my intention to make you feel this way, but I promise that you’re much more for me.” He came closer to you, kneeling in front of your shivering body. “Even if it was casual sex at that time, I would've never signed up for a baby with someone who I felt nothing for.” 

His hands reached for your legs, setting them down on the floor and instead moving closer to you. Rafe touched your face, making you look at him through wet eyelashes and you noticed a longing, almost pleading, look in his eyes. 

“I love you. I love you and our little girl, and I don’t want to live like this anymore. I want you. I need you because you’re my best girl—the prettiest, sexiest, most brilliant woman I’ve ever met. I was too dumb to not do it earlier, but I want to have it all with you. I want you both here all the time, with me. You are my family. ”

He left you completely speechless, making you sob harder and lean into his chest, leaving wet stains all over his shirt. You didn't know how you could live in denial for that long, but you realized how desperately you craved to hear these words. How desperately you tried to convince yourself to stick with what you had when the only thing you ever wanted was him.

“Sh-h, baby…” He soothed your hair, holding you closer and allowing you to let go of your emotions. Rafe hated how oblivious he was to your feeling this whole time. Seeing you break down hurt him more than he could imagine and he knew he would do anything to never see that look in your eyes again. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, mama. I love you.”

“I l-love you t-too.” You hiccuped, leaning back and wiping your face. Rafe’s eyes stayed on yours when he slowly traced with his thumb your slightly swollen bottom lip and then moved closer. 

He kissed you slowly, passionately, gently biting your lip, as if he were claiming you again and you felt that familiar sparkle in your body that appeared whenever he was touching you so gently. You brought your hands to his shoulders to feel his body closer to yours and he obliged, slightly hovering over you.

Soft crying from the bassinet interrupted you, and before you could even begin to worry about your daughter, Rafe had already pulled away, but not before giving you that promising look and moving in her direction. 

“Hi, pretty girl.” He cooed, taking her in his arms and lifting her up in the air. She looked so tiny compared to him and you felt another wave of tears coming in. “Sh-h, it’s okay. Are you hungry or did you just want someone to hold you, hm?” Rafe placed her on the crock of his arm and started swaying from side to side. Her cries slowly calmed down, as she was looking up at him with big blue eyes. “That’s what I thought.”

“You’re so natural with her, i’m kind of jealous.” You laughed, wiping the leftovers of your tears. Rafe smiled back at you and sat down near you on the couch, wrapping his free hand around your shoulders to bring you closer. 

“Not as good as you. You’re an amazing mom. We love mommy so much, right, princess?” He tickled your daughter's belly and she giggled, looking between both of you happily. “I meant it when I said it, Y/N. I want you to move in. I want to have you both with me 24/7, because I cannot do it like this anymore.” Rafe almost begged, turning his head in your direction. Your eyes searched for his and the look that you saw there made your heart flutter. 

The thing about Rafe was that he was bad at expressing his feelings, but his eyes always showed you what you wanted to know. And now, when there was nothing but pure love and admiration, you knew that it was true. 

“Okay. I want it too.” You smiled, peacefully resting your head against Rafe’s shoulder, as the worry inside of you finally calmed down.

[apothe-roses]

I Wanna Ride

modern Aemond Targaryen x reader

Part 1

Summary: After finally getting your hands on a ‘dragon’, you find yourself needing help with repairs. Enter hot yet rude mechanic Aemond Targaryen

Fic contains: swearing, Aemond beings prick, I think that’s it?

A/N: I’ve been sitting on this fic for weeks and am finally ready to post it. I tried to use the right terminology, but I know fuck-all about biker culture so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Hope you enjoy!

“No fucking way.”

Alysanne Blackwood turns and looks at you, mouth agape. “You actually got one.” You smile back at her, practically vibrating with excitement.

“I know. I didn’t fully believe it myself til I saw her in person.” The ‘her’ in question was a beat-up white motorcycle that was currently sitting in your workshop, but this wasn’t just any old bike. No. This was a dragon. The top of the line. Even non-bikers knew a thing or two about dragons. Made by Targaryen Corp., these beauties were prized for their powerful engines, speed, and endurance. The model you picked up was a Meraxes—one of the earlier models that has since been retired.

“I never thought you’d actually pluck up the nerve to buy a bike for yourself. Much less a dragon.”

“You know I’ve always wanted to learn to ride,” you tell her.

“Yeah, but you never acted on that. Well, ‘til now,” Aly quips.

“I already know more than enough about bikes,” you assert.

“Fixing a dragon and riding one are two completely different things.”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t do both.”

“We’ll see,” Aly laughs. You smile back, shoving her playfully.

That had been six months ago. You were so close to being ready, but you'd hit a roadblock in her repairs. No matter what, you just couldn't get the transmission to run the way you wanted it to.

"If you stare at that engine for much longer, it's gonna burst into flames," Alysanne muses. You look over your shoulder and shoot her a glare. She only giggles at you, hopping off the workbench she was sitting on.

"You know, there's nothing wrong with needing help every once in a while," she says.

“I know,” you sigh back. “It’s just…”

“Too stubborn to admit defeat?” she teases.

“No!” you answer back a little too quickly.

“Maybe,” you mutter, turning your gaze towards the floor. “It’s also the money.” Mechanics who worked on older bikes were hard to come by in your area, and the ones that were in the area charged an arm and a leg for their services.

"Listen, I know just the place for you to go. There’s this one place Cregan loves to frequent. He swears up and down they're the best in town. I’ve met the owners several times, and they’re trustworthy. One of them even specializes in older bikes like this gal right here," she pats one of Meraxes's handlebars. That piques your interest. You knew Aly’s boyfriend was a man of his work, so this place must be good if he says so.

“And will this specialist leave me up to my ears in debt?”

“They’re pretty far when it comes to prices for service. Plus, you can always come to me if you’re short a few bucks,” Aly replies, going to grab her phone. You grimace at the thought. You love Aly and appreciate her generosity, but you don’t like the idea of inconveniencing herself to help you (even if she comes from a rich family). Aly walked back over to you, phone in hand.

“Do you want your bike fixed, or are you gonna stay stuck at a dead end for who knows how long?”

You look at her phone, open to the Contacts app, then back at your bike. You let out a sigh.

“What’s the name?”

That's how you found yourself pulling up to Green Auto Shop in the passenger seat of Aly’s pickup truck, your precious Meraxes securely tied down in the back. It was a rather unassuming garage located not far from Blackwater Bay. Alysanne looks over at you from the driver’s seat. "Don't judge a book by its cover," she says, undoing her seatbelt and opening her door.

You scramble to follow her as she walks confidently into one of the garages. You see a pair of legs sticking out from beneath an old car. Music blares in the background mixed with the sound of metal on metal.

"Egg," Aly shouts over the ruckus. "You've got company." The man working under the car slides out, giving Aly a bright smile. You can't help but gape as Aegon fucking Targaryen walks over to greet the two of you. You've heard and seen a lot about the eldest son of Viserys Targaryen. He has quite the reputation for drinking and partying, but the Sunfyre—a model he masterminded—is one of the company's most popular. In all the photos you've seen of him, he always looked sullen and hungover, a far cry from the relaxed and cheerful man before you.

"Aye, it's Cregan's girl, "he greets, wiping his hands off on a dirty rag. His gaze shifts to you, giving a quick once-over. “And who is this?” He asks flirtatiously while sauntering over to you. “Hi, I’m Aegon,” he holds a mostly clean hand out.

“She’s my friend,” Alysanne replies, pushing her way between the two of you. “And she’s here to see your brother, not you. She’s having trouble with her bike and could really use his help.”

Aegon pouts and puts his hand over his heart. “You don’t trust me, Aly? I’m wounded.” He rubs his hands together, walking out to the pickup. “Now let’s see what my little bro’s got to work with.” Without waiting for permission, he hops into the truck bed and whistles at the bike.

“Never thought I’d see a Meraxes in person again. Aem’s gonna have a field day with this beauty.” Aly grabs his pant leg and gives it a tug. “Off,” she orders. He hops back onto the pavement, his hands raised in mock surrender.

“Where is your cryptid brother? It feels like he’s never here,” Aly asks.

“You just missed him. He went to grab lunch,” Aegon responds. “He’ll be gone a while, but we can talk pricing in the office?” He leads the two of you back into the garage, to a small office off to the side. As you feared, the service would be quite expensive, but Aegon set you up with a payment plan. That put you at ease a bit. You’re also worried about the fact that you haven’t met the person who will actually be working on your bike. You voice your concerns to Aly over burgers that evening.

“Aemond isn’t…the best with people, but what he lacks in people skills he makes up for in his work. Cregan claims he’s a miracle worker after he fixed his Direwolf following a gnarly crash,” Aly reaches across the table and gives your hand a squeeze. “Trust me, your baby’s in good hands.”

About a week later, you borrow Aly’s truck to swing by the garage and check on your bike. One of the doors was up, but Aegon was nowhere to be found. You wondered if he left the garage open by mistake, but you could hear noises coming from in the garage.

You tentatively walk to the entrance and peek inside. Your Meraxes was propped in the bay where you’d left it. Someone was kneeling in front of it, clearly at work. His back was turned, so all you could see was his back and the long, silver hair pulled into a bun at the nape of his neck.

So this must be the elusive Aemond. You knew significantly less about him than you did his other siblings. Him attending public events was rare, and taking photos at said events was rarer.

Cryptid indeed.

You take a tentative step into the garage. He doesn’t notice you approaching, completely engrossed by the bike.

“Um, hello,” you say shyly. He goes rigid, the wrench falling from his grasp. He turns to look at you, and your brain shuts down. You fully expected some kind of Quasimodo-looking guy based on how everyone described Aemond. But this man looked like a Greek statue come to life.

From his nose to his cheekbones to even his lips, he was all sharp angles. One of his eyes was covered by a simple black path. The other was a soft blue, almost periwinkle. The coveralls he’s wearing are unzipped down to his navel, showing the dirty white singlet underneath.

“Can I help you?” He asks briskly, rising to his feet and snapping you out of your daze.

You’re taken aback by his bluntness, a far cry from Aegon’s relaxed demeanor.

“Yeah…I’m here to pick up my bike,” you reply, indicating to the bike behind him.

He gives you a small ‘hmm’ and grabs a rag to wipe his hands. Your gaze is drawn to his long, elegant fingers and the prominent veins that trail down from his arms.

“Your transmission clip was loose,” he explains curtly. “Had to replace it.”

He walks over to the bike, swings a leg over, and starts her up. The engine revs without a problem.

“Crazy how something so small can cause such a large problem,” you say. He once again doesn’t respond, only kills the engine and moves away from the bike. An uncomfortable silence falls between the two of you.

“Sooo…how many of these older bikes do you usually—“

“I need to get back to work. You can talk to Aegon about payment and such. He’s in the back,” Aemond interjects, turning and walking away from you. Your mouth falls open, eyebrows raised.

“O-okay. I was just trying to make conversation,” you mutter.

“Well, I Don’t have time to ‘make conversation.’ I’ve got work to do,” he replies, back turned.

“Apparently, you Don’t have time for manners either,” you snap back.

Aemond turns to you. “Excuse m-“

“Hey! What’s going on?” Aegon rushes in from a back room. He smiles, but his eyes glance nervously between the two of you. “I see you’ve met my brother.” Aemond casts his gaze towards the ground, giving yet another ‘hmm.’

Unfortunately, you want to tell him. Instead you say, “I can give you the first payment now.”

“Awesome! Let’s handle that in the office, shall we?” Aegon asks, ushering you away without waiting for a response. Not that you needed to give one; you were more than eager to get away from Aegon’s rude brother. You pay Aegon, then the two of you head back into the garage. Aemond is nowhere to be found. Busy my ass, you think, trying not to grimace.

Together, you and Aegon load your Meraxes into the bed of the pickup. When you're done, you both lean against the side. Aegon turns his head to look at you.

“Sorry ‘bout Aemond. He’s not…the best with people. But he’s wicked good at what he does. This shop wouldn’t be running without him.”

You don’t say anything, only giving a small nod in response.

“Hey, if you’re free this weekend, there’s a meet going on near Visenya’s hill. You should come. It’ll be fun,” he explains with a small smile.”Ask Aly about it. She should know all the details.”

“Alright,” you tell him. “I’ll be there.”

Next Part

[r3n0-5]

I think I need a pet, I mean, another human who feels comfortable acting like a pet, like I do, I used to have one and it was so much fun, just the fact that they liked being collared for my satisfaction was enough to turn me on, controlling everything they did, obviously with consent, and supervising the execution of it to determine if they deserved a treat, if they deserved appreciation, they were craving love to the point they wanted to display their whole to me, for what? Some head pats? Hell yeah, there’s nothing better than validation and attention and they know it, even when I may seem as a complete degenerate sadist, which I am, I also am thoughtful, respectful, love to take care of my pets, give them the right amount of love to make them feel satisfied for a while, but I make sure to not give it all at once, so they’re desperate to get more later, just like the needy bitches they are, love teasing them, overstimulating them, making their little puppy brain rot ‘til they can’t think about anything else but my cock, how much you want it pup? You have to show me, tell me how much you’re obsessed with me, ‘cause I also need some validation from you, we’re a team after all, there’s no pup without an owner, right? So roll over the floor and show me your tummy, let me give you some toys to play with to feed myself with the image of you being a good boy before I tear you apart, tell me how you like it, rough or soft, I can do it the way you prefer, also let me test your limits, how much of my love can you take? I want to bite you, mark you as my property so no one would steal such a pretty thing from me, grab you by the hair to make your butt come close to me, for me to turn you into a whiny fucktoy, and then, after you cum, I can lay on the bed with you giving you cuddles and tell you how good of a puppy you were, you need some water? Take my spit, it can count as a reward too, right? But like, for real, if you need water you can tell me, or just nod your head when I ask you, it's fine, I could tell you bed stories, you can tell me the infinite number of kinks you have, or let me know about your weirdest fantasies, so we can try to make them true the next day, is whatever you want, in exchange of what I need from you, I love every pup on earth, they deserve to be taken care of, there’s bad owners too, maybe they are still healing from things they don’t wanna talk about, bad experiences with other human beings, friends or family, everyone has their own problems in their heads, that’s why I always try to take care of my pets and ask what they like a dislike and make sure I know their boundaries, their limits even before starting sexual intercourse, they need to feel safe, would you treat a dog bad? You wouldn’t, if they feel comfortable enough, eventually they will be good boys, and spread their legs for you, and be ready to be bred, without using a single finger in them, ‘cause they trust you, they trust me, and want me, as much as I want them.

Yes, I do need a pet.

[lam-ila]

Baseball and Love || Dawson Mercer

Summary: Four times you watched baseball at home and one time you watched in person.

Word Count: 1,905

Warnings: one scene occurring during quarantine (please let me know if you find any more that i should add)

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a/n: here’s my 2024 summer fic exchange for @hischier-papaya! i hope you like it! as always, huge thank you and shout out to @wyattjohnston for hosting the fic exchange! you’re amazing!!

this is gender neutral. hope you enjoy this! feedback is appreciated

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1. The First Time

Every summer, since before you were born, your parents hosted a summer barbecue at your house. Eight year old you was running around with other kids your age, screaming with joy as you played tag. Early on into your second round of tag, you were plucked out of the game by your parents to meet a new friend.

“Sweetheart, this is Dawson.” One of your parents explained to you. Your eyes were wide with intrigue as your mouth twitched into a small smile at the sight of a new friend, so weren’t sure which one of your parents was talking to you.

“Hi.” You said to him. You looked over your shoulder to the game of tag still going on behind you. Looking back at Dawson, you continued “Do you wanna join our game?”

“Yeah!” Dawson exclaimed, looking up at his parents for a nod of approval before running off after you.

After many rounds of tag and a few other games, you and your new friend were completely tired out. Luckily for you, it was perfect timing as the Reds game was just staring to begin. You plopped yourself down on the floor in front of the tv where the game was playing. Since Dawson wasn’t introduced to anyone besides you, he followed you to the tv and sat down right next to you.

“Who are you rooting for?” Dawson asked, looking at you looking at the tv.

“The Reds.” You answered, still looking at the tv. “My dad and grandpa like them, so I do too.”

“Cool.” Dawson followed your eyes back to the tv, staying silent for a bit before asking “Do you want some lemonade? I’m gonna get some for myself.”

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2. The Time at a Sleepover

Sleepovers with Dawson were a common occurrence and at these sleepovers, baseball was watched whenever the Reds were playing. After dinner, you and Dawson spent the hour before the game begun reassembling the tv room and turning it into a fort. Blankets were laid across and above chairs borrowed from the dining room and pillows were placed on the carpet beneath the temporary shelter.

“I heard there’s a rumour going around that we’re dating.” Dawson casually mentioned while snacking on the bowl of popcorn resting in between you two.

“Ew that’s gross, Daws.” You exclaimed, scrunching your face in disgust. “We’ve known each other since we were eight. That’s like, five years.”

“Yeah…” Dawson trailed off, looking at you while your eyes were glued to the game. “That’s gross.” He slightly shook his head, mentally shoving his ever growing crush on you deeper in his mind.

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3. The Time Before He Got Drafted

Quarantine sucked. Everyone knew that. Your last year of high school was cut short, the NHL season was paused until further notice, and worst of all, you couldn’t see Dawson. However, despite not being able to see each other in person, you and Dawson were constantly on the on a call together. One night, a little over a week away from the 2020 NHL draft, you and Dawson were on a call together, as per usual, and both watching the Reds game on either side of the call.

Your conversation consisted mostly of comments about the game, until Dawson spoke up.

“The NHL draft is coming up. Would you wanna join my family’s bubble to be at my place with me during it?” Dawson wondered.

“Of course, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“I am a little nervous though. What if I don’t get drafted?” You immediately answered without question.

“Dawson Mercer,” you started, lowering the volume of your tv so there wasn’t much background noise. “Listen to me when I say this: you are going to get drafted. You’re such a crazy talented player that it’s impossible for you to go undrafted. Any team who doesn't see that is simply stupid.”

“Thanks, it really means a lot.” He breathed as he felt a rush of warmth flush to his cheeks. He giddily smiled as he thought about how sweet your affirmation was.

“Also, I’m totally buying all of the merch of whatever team you’re getting drafted to.” Your statement broke Dawson’s train of thought as he laughed. “I’m gonna be so broke, but I’ll take being broke if it means supporting you.”

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4. The Time You Surprised Him

About half of Dawson’s third NHL season passed by without you being able to go to one of his games due to your schedule. You felt awful for it, but Dawson reassured you over and over again that it was okay, but you could tell he was still a little upset that you had yet to make it. Unbeknownst to him, you were flying over to New Jersey to watch him play and to spend a few days with him.

You planned everything with Jesper and Nicole, having them pick you up from the airport and driving you over to the game, keeping your bag in their car, so Dawson wouldn’t suspect a thing.

You went over to the Prudential Center and waited with Nicole and the other WAGS for the team to see everyone before the game started. It felt weird, but yet nice, for you to be waiting with the WAGS since you and Dawson weren’t together, but you pushed that aside, anticipating for Dawson’s excitement over seeing you for the first time in a while.

You straightened as the team began to come out, eyes widening as you spotted Dawson talking to Jesper. You began to smile as you watched the two of them walk towards you and Nicole.

“Hey Nicole, how are you do-” Dawson began before his jaw dropped at the sight of you standing next to Nicole. “What are you- how are you- hi.” He engulfed you in a breathtakingly tight hug.

“Hi Daws.” You greeted him back, still holding each other.

“I didn’t know you were coming.” He stated after pulling away.

“That’s because we planned to surprise you.” You briefly motioned over to Jesper and Nicole. “So, uh, surprise?”

Dawson turned over to face his teammate saying “You were in on this?” before bringing him into a bro-hug. “Thank you for bringing my best friend here.”

“Of course man.” Jesper smiled at the sight of Dawson being over the moon excited that you were standing in front of him.

The game ended with the Devils winning and Dawson scoring one of the goals, pointing up to were you were sitting with the WAGS as his celly, showing you that he dedicated his goal to you.

Once you saw Dawson after the game, you grabbed him into another hug whispering “I’m so so proud of you” into his hair.

You walked over to Jesper and Nicole’s car, grabbing your bag out of the trunk and placing it into Dawson’s trunk before following him into his car and making your way to his apartment.

After settling into his apartment, you watched as Dawson crashed onto his bed, turning on the tv in the process to the Reds game still going on. They were in Los Angeles to play the Dodgers meaning about half of the game was still left to play. You turned your head to the tv, smiling at his urgency to put on your favourite baseball team’s game. Looking back at Dawson, you saw him meet your eyes and extend his arms towards you while doing grabby hands, making you laugh.

“You know, you really do act like a child sometimes.” You teased.

“Oh, just get in my arms. I want cuddles.” He demanded, making you laugh.

You laid in his arms while watching the game for about an inning and a half before you start to feel the effects of travelling, going to Dawson's hockey game, and staying up late to watch a baseball game all in one day. You’re fighting the heaviness of your eyelids as your head lulled to the side, making you look away from the game on the tv.

Dawson lowered the volume and pressed a tentative kiss to your forehead, lingering there for a moment as he whispered “Goodnight”.

You nuzzled your face further into his body, finding yourself placing a kiss to the bottom of his neck, close to his collarbone.

“Night Daws.” You mumble before accepting the sleep your body so desperately needs.

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+1. The Time He Surprised You

Despite being a big Reds fan, you had never been to a Reds game. That was something Dawson planned to change as he bought two tickets to a game for you two to go to during his offseason.

“Dawson, can you please tell me where you’re going?” You pestered in the passenger seat of Dawson’s car as he drove you to an unknown location.

“Nope.” Dawson smirked while responding. “You’ll see when we get there.”

“Ugh, fine.” You rolled your head back against your seat’s head rest. “Wait, is that the Reds’ stadium?” You perked up, your face pressed up to the window.

“Mhm.” Dawson confirmed. “And we have two tickets to their game today.”

“Really?” You exclaimed. “Oh my gosh, thank you Dawson! I am so going to hug you when we get there.”

And you kept your promise, quickly unbuckling your seatbelt when the car was parked and rushing to the driver’s side of the car to give him the biggest and tightest hug you’ve ever given him.

Once inside the stadium, you found your seats and admired the very close up view, taking some pictures to send to your parents. You and Dawson then decided to get food before the game started, so you made your way to one of the food stands, hand in hand to avoid getting separated.

"Hey Daws?” You asked once standing in line, still hand in hand with him. “How much were the tickets?"

"That’s nothing of your concern." He asserted.

"But I want to pay you back."

"Not gonna happen."

"Okay, well I'll pay for food."

"You could pay me back by being my partner." Dawson started the sentence confidently and very quietly mumbled the last three words.

“Hm?” You hummed, hinting at him to repeat what he said.

“Oh, uh…” He let go of your hand, using his now empty hand to awkwardly scratch at his head. “Sure, you can pay for food.”

After eating, you two sat at your seats, waiting for the game to start.

“Thanks for bringing me here.” You said, your body twisted so that you were facing Dawson.

“Ah, no need to thank me.” Dawson waved your appreciation off. “It was about time I brought you to a Reds game.”

“But why’d you do it?” You asked, intrigued by what his answer would be.

“ ‘Cause you’re my best friend.”

“Yeah sure, everyone gets their best friend front row seats to their favourite baseball team.” You sarcastically remarked.

“Okay, you want the full answer?” You nodded in response, all your attention focused on him. “I like you, as in, romantically. I have since we were twelve.” Dawson stated in a matter of fact tone.

“You do?”

“Yeah, and it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. Nothing has to change.”

“Nah, I’d like for things to change because I like you too.” You laughed slightly as his reaction to you saying that, his face visibly brightening with excitement.

“Good because I’m going to kiss you now.”

You and Dawson leaned into each other, meeting in the middle and pressing a kiss to each other’s lips that expressed everything that’s been unsaid since you first met.

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A. Matthews - Father’s Day

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Auston Matthews x Reader

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Word Count: 1.3k

Warning(s): mention’s of sex

Bear with me. This is a recovery fic lol. I have so much medicine in my system it’s amusing 😭

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“Ohh you’ll never guess what I did today!”

Auston and I could barely contain our smiles in the front seat of his car, glancing at each other while Hudson kicked his feet and giggled in the back. It was no special occasion, but for a single mother one special day in June was like a national holiday after finding a man. Especially a few weeks after he finally proposed. Auston and I had spent our day naked in bed, passionate and loving, laughing and joyous. We needed it, quite honestly. And it felt good to know Auston felt appreciated and happy on such a day. After all the hard work he put in, and the amount of time he spent with Hudson when the summer began, I didn’t take no for an answer when he said he didn’t want to celebrate Father’s Day.

“What did you do today, Hudsy?” Auston asked curiously.

“I can’t tell you! It ruins the surprise!” Hudson’s complaint made us both snicker.

With school out, and myself still working, Auston was usually on Hudson duty from day to day. When he brought up the idea of Hudson attending a summer day camp three days a week, we discussed it for a while before bringing it up to the kid. He seemed completely on board with a little encouragement, and we definitely couldn’t have made a better decision. His days were only four hours long, so we still had an abundance of time with him, and it also gave Auston a break when he needed it, and time for us to spend alone on my days off.

“So there’s a surprise?” I asked, glancing toward the road as Auston drove us back to my place. I had a hunch as to what kind of surprise it was, but I kept it to myself.

“Yes! I have the biggest surprise!”

“It wouldn’t happen to be in the bag, would it?” Auston asked, peeking in the rear view mirror at the brown paper bag Hudson held.

“Don’t look, dude!”

Auston was still patiently waiting for ‘dude’ to turn to ‘dad.’ He and Hudson had a few conversations discussing the fact that he would be Hudson’s dad, but Hudson had yet to actually call him anything but Auston.

“Well when can we see it?” Auston laughed.

“When I’m ready.”

And sure enough, Hudson took his sweet old time. Once we got home, he bounced off to his bedroom while I got started on dinner. Auston joined me to help, but he was more or less a distraction. After I had placed the lasagna in the oven, I couldn’t help but wrap my arms around his shoulders and smile.

“Happy Father’s Day.” I whispered between chaste kisses. Auston pressed my back gently against the countertop. I giggled.

“That still sounds weird.” Auston spoke quietly in return.

“Don’t tell Hudson it sounds weird when he decides to start calling you dad.” I advised playfully. Auston pressed another kiss to my lips.

“You know I won’t.” He smirked, his hands traveling to my hips. “You wouldn’t happen to know when that’s coming, would you?”

“That kid is unpredictable. Just be patient, Aus. He loves you. Baby steps.”

“Right.” Auston sighed quietly.

“Right, what?” I was swift to pick up on his mood change.

“Right, nothing. Don’t worry about it.” Auston flashed me a feigned smile and pressed a kiss to my head.

“Auston.” I was quick to scold, watching as his eyes fell to the floor in consideration.

“I don’t know, it’s just-“ I pulled away to open the fridge. “I see all my friends with kids and.. they get called dad all the time and.. I don’t know.”

“Makes you a little jealous?”

“Sad, actually.”

I turned back to him, raising a brow.

“I do everything they do. Am I doing something wrong?”

“Auston.” I smiled, in both understanding and reassurance. Every parent questioned their methods, he was no exception. “You’re not doing anything wrong. Look at it from his perspective. Hudson never knew his first dad. He’s never had a guy to call dad. Or a father figure. And now he has a man in his life who takes care of him and his mom. His first proper example of a father. He’s still understanding that this is what a father is.” I reached out to cup his cheek. “You are his dad, I have no doubt about it. Just give it time.” I flashed him a quick smile.

“Baby steps.” Auston repeated my previous words.

“Baby steps.” I affirmed, leaning in once again to kiss him. Auston managed a smile against my lips. When I pulled back, I spotted a little figure in the doorway, startling me.

“Go ahead.” Hudson waved us on, carrying the little paper bag to the table and climbing up into his seat. Auston and I both smiled as we watched him, turning to keep our eyes on the boy as he got situated.

“Do we get to see this surprise now?” Auston asked, suspicious and excited.

“In a few minutes.”

“Damn.” Auston muttered, and I was swift to backhand his arm.

“You know better.” I scolded softly.

“Auston you shouldn’t curse.” Hudson piped up, and I had to stifle a laugh as Auston looked wide eyed at my child.

“Hudson,” I scolded. Despite the situation being amusing, I still had the motherly role to play. “You shouldn’t tell Auston what to do.”

“But you say it’s bad.” Hudson defended himself.

“For grownups it’s a little different.” I tried to reason, but sometimes a simple, ‘because I said so’ was easier to say.

“I guess so.” Hudson shrugged, lifting his eyes to peek at Auston. “Okay.” He breathed out a sigh, placing his hands dramatically on the table. “It’s surprise time.”

“Finally?” Auston smirked, quickly leaving the kitchen to join Hudson at the table.

“Is it for both of us?” I questioned.

“No… sorry mom. It’s just for Auston.”

I glanced at Auston to see the cheeky smirk on his lips, and I rolled my eyes.

“Today at day camp. The girl asked the kids if they celebrated Father’s Day. And a lot of them raised their hands.” Hudson peeked down at the table. “I didn’t.. and later she asked me why. And I told her ‘cause I didn’t have a dad before. And she said that’s okay. That sometimes it’s okay to celebrate your pap or great grandpap.. or nobody at all, and I told her that there was this one guy.”

I folded my arms across my chest and watched as Hudson drew shapes into the wooden table with his finger.

“I told her that he takes care of me when I’m sick. And that he tells me he loves me before he drops me off.. that he sings for me sometimes even if he sucks at singing.. and that he’s marrying my mom.” I considered grabbing my phone to film, but I wanted to live in this moment while it happened.

“Yeah?” Auston prompted him on. “He sounds pretty cool.” I immediately rolled my eyes.

“Yeah, he is pretty cool.” Hudson nodded in response, barely registering the joke Auston had made. “The girl said, that sounds an awful lot like a dad to me.. and then she helped me make this thingy.” Hudson finally opened the brown bag, rummaging through it until he snatched up the item inside.

“It’s not a lot.. but I wanted to celebrate Father’s Day with you.” Hudson’s cheeks turned red as he set his hands on the table and presented a little threaded bracelet. “It says dad.” He explained, and I could only assume there were beads on the one side I couldn’t see. I clasped a hand over my mouth, watching as Auston’s lips turned upward into a huge smile.

“Hudson.” Auston reached out to take the bracelet. “This is awesome, Buddy!” I could barely contain my smile at the sight of tears in Auston’s eyes. I would have loved to butt in, but it wasn’t my moment to share.

“I’m really, really happy you stayed.” Hudson watched Auston slip the bracelet on. “And I’m happy you’re marrying my momma.”

“Well ya know what, bud?” Auston leaned forward to ruffled Hudson’s hair. “I’m happy I’m gonna have the coolest and best kid in the whole universe.”

“I’ll be- technically your step kid though.. right?” My brow shot up in surprise.

“Nope.” Auston shook his head. “You’re just my kid. My son. No steps, no anything. You’re my son.”

“And you’re my dad?”

“Hell yeah, I’m your dad.”

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Am I (27m) the asshole for wanting my boyfriend (28m) to be attracted to me?

This involves sex as a topic but won't get explicit, I'll keep it vague. I'm asexual. Completely sex repulsed in a physical sense, mostly due to autistic sensory issues. I've never had any interest in sex and didn't have any libido at all before going on testosterone, so the way most allosexuals tend to view and think of sex is something I've always struggled to understand.

In previous relationships, my asexuality was handled in different ways depending on the person. One boyfriend was totally fine just not having a sexual aspect to our relationship, another one had a hookup he got my approval on. The compromise me and my last boyfriend came up with was that he'd text me his fantasies about me and that did a lot for him without me having to physically be in the situation, and even if I didn't get anything sexual out of it I did enjoy it. It was a confidence boost. I dont generally consider myself attractive or desirable, i wear sweaters in summer because im so self conscious, and this compromise actually did a lot to help me see myself in a different light.

I recently got into a new relationship and, as with every relationship I've been in, there's inevitably a discussion about how we're going to compromise on this issue. My new boyfriend didn't know anything about asexuality and barely understood when I explained but he's very insistent about not crossing my boundaries, which I appreciate. But the problem is, since he'd never considered sexuality from a less direct angle, he didn't really know where to even start with ideas when we were trying to work out a compromise. So, I started making suggestions, thinking back to what worked for other people I'd dated. Just abstaining wasn't going to be doable for him so I didn't suggest it, and he wouldn't be comfortable with a hookup.

I remembered my ex used to be able to get something out of telling me about his fantasies so I asked if that was something he'd be into. I wasn't angling to try to get him to agree to something, I genuinely just wanted to know whether or not that was an option to consider. He didn't actually answer at first, he went quiet and then he answered the question with another question and asked "wouldn't something like that make you uncomfortable?" And I said "no, because the physical component is the thing I have issues with, not the subject matter itself. So long as I don't have to directly engage in the situation, I'm golden."

I don't know if this is something that was really stupid of me to say and my autistic ass just didn't realize, but since he's so careful about my boundaries and comfort and tends to fret, I thought his problem in the moment was worry that I'd be making myself uncomfortable in an attempt to meet his needs. So I hurried to reassure him and said not only would it not make me uncomfortable, I'd enjoy it in a way. Not sexually, but I enjoy knowing that my partner is attracted to me. It makes me feel good about myself.

He got really upset. He doesn’t get upset easily and hadn't ever gotten properly upset with me before (at least not to this extent) so I was very taken aback, but I was floored by his reason for being upset. Not word for word, but he essentially said "so basically you want me to frustrate myself to feed your ego?"

I was, I think understandably, completely fucking appalled by such a suggestion. I said of course not, I was just suggesting something I knew worked for someone else because even if it wasn't his thing, we could narrow down options by process of elimination. Which made logical sense, to me. He wasn't calmed though, he started saying things like "so, you want your partner to be attracted to you even though you never plan on actually letting them act on that attraction? Do you see how cruel that is?" And... I don’t know, which is why I'm submitting this here. Is that cruel?

From my perspective, I would think it's only natural to want to know your partner finds you attractive, doesn't everyone want to be wanted to some degree? I don't get some sort of sadistic thrill out of it as he seemed to be implying, and I don't want it to impact my partners in a negative way. If this was something he would find frustrating then no, of course I wouldn't want him to frustrate himself, we could look at other options. When I made the suggestion, I figured the worst that would happen was he'd say no and we'd narrow down the list of options. I never imagined my moral character would be called into question.

He's usually so, so nice to me and it hit really hard for someone who’s usually so fond of me to say I sounded selfish and vain. Both actual words he used when this devolved into an argument. I explained my reasoning for suggesting it to begin with but he said the issue isn’t the suggestion, it's that he thinks that it's fucked up of me to want my partner to be attracted to me when I'm not going to indulge that attraction and it makes him wonder if I'm really a different, worse person deep down and he's only now getting to see it. He called it a red flag. That seemed like such a leap to me but I don't want to dismiss the suggestion out of hand. Many bad people think they're good people, so it's not out of the question.

This was our first real argument, previous disagreements had been talked out very calmly but emotions ran high with this one. I dont know if this is something that triggered him for deeper reasons, considering his reaction was so intensely out of the norm for him, or if the whole thing just looks entirely different from the perspective of someone who isn't sex repulsed.

Am I the asshole here? Is it really as fucked up as he says that I enjoy knowing my partner is attracted to me even though I won't agree to have sex with them?

We didn't discuss the topic any more that night, and it hasn't been brought up since. He hasn't been treating me differently than before, but he's always proactively apologized before when he was in the wrong about things and he hasn't this time, so to me that says he still stands by what he said. His words have stuck with me and they’re eating at me. I feel like such a horrible person, and I have no idea if I should feel more or less guilty about this.

Tl;dr: my boyfriend is upset that I like knowing my partners are attracted to me even though I don't want to and don't intend to have sex with them bc he thinks that's majorly fucked up and a red flag.

What are these acronyms?

[domreader-headcannon-scenarios]

Okay okay so, Claude repeatedly keeps on failing to obey orders no matter how hard he tries while Sebastian is able to pull everything off flawlessly every time. Claude gets angry and jealous and becomes really gung ho about pleasing you. Sebastian is getting groceries? Claude is making a full feast for 100 that you absolutely do not need and is absolutely a waste of food. Sebastian did the dishes? Claude rewaxed all of the floors by hand just to say he did it by hand. Claude is sending you 100 I love you texts because he worried you didn't get the other 50. Reader naturally gets kind of pissed and weirded out by Claude's pushyness and scolds Claude. Claude breaks down sobbing.

I hope you enjoyed Claude torment hour.

Oof hghgv I LOVE THIS!! It’s so in character!!!

Sebastian + Claude (polycule, unhealthy relationship elements (not intentionally), fluff, validation/comfort, slight trust issues,)

Sebastian was always perfect, you never needed to worry with him, he’d always figure things out on his own and did everything you want him to without you asking. He was a perfect butler and an amazing boyfriend.

Claude on the other hand, he was completely different, and you love him for that, its just…agitating how clingy he’s gotten recent, especially when Sebastian is around. You had figured that he was past the jealous faze, but apparently he’s not…

You appreciated the gestures, he had good intentions, it just got out of hand. Claude has been especially erratic and quick to panic anytime you give Sebastian even a second of attention.

You give Sebastian a kiss? Claude practically shoved him out of the way to give you a more passionate kiss, too bad for him you had to shove him away since you needed to breathe. He’d looked like a kicked puppy the second you denied him ANY attention, you’d think he’s taking it personally…

You decided to confront him one on one, he’s more open about his feelings when it’s just you two. Sebastian had been polite enough to leave the room and give you two some privacy talk, in the bedroom, since it’s one of the few rooms that has a lock. You sat at the edge of your bed, Claude standing motionless in front of you. You sat in awkward silence with Claude for a bit, you knew why he was here, he knew why why he was here.

You weren’t sure how to delicately answer so you go with your first instinct. “Claude, why have you been acting so weird? You know there’s no need for this. So, what is wrong? This is just so childish for you to be competing for my attention.” Claude remained silent, just staring at you.

He sighed and remained motionless while speaking. “I am just making myself useful, I don’t see the issue with it.” You glared at him, he’s still giving you a blank look, though you can see the corners of his lips quivering.

“‘I don’t see the issue with it’? Are you kidding me?” You groan, looking away from Claude. “Claude. You practically hound me, I am barely getting time enough space to breathe, but YOU DON’T SEE AN ISSUE?”

Claude visibly winced at your tone, you regret it, but he is ignoring your words unless you put venom behind them…

Before you can apologize Claude collapses to his knees in front of you, taking you by surprise. His head is in your lap in an instant, he’s hiding his face against your thigh and trembling. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he’s crying.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry Master, I just want to prove myself to you! Sebastian always knows what to do but I…don’t…” He trails off, voice muffled against your leg. “I’m not as good as him…I’m sorry-I just want you to love me the way you love him…”

To say you’re surprised by this outcome was an understatement. You can feel dampness against your leg, you know he’s crying now, his breathing is so shaky….

You slip down off the bed, sitting next to him and wrapping your arms around him. “Hey, come on, please listen, I love you, ok?” You waited till he nodded to continue. “Everything is fine, you’re not in trouble, I’m just agitated, ok? I’m not upset, I don’t love you any less than Sebastian, if you feel less loved, just tell me, ok?”

Claude didn’t respond. “Claude, you can ask for my attention, that’s what Sebastian does.” You give Claude a soft kiss, holding him there until he calmed done a bit. “It’s completely fine to ask for attention, ok?”

You let Claude rest his head against your chest, one of your hands moving from his back to gently stroke his hair. “But-I don’t want to be needy…” With a kiss to the top of his head, you pull him into your bed.

“You’re not being needy, there’s nothing wrong with asking. So please, just tell me if you want attention, ok?” You gently squeeze him to reassure him. “I love you, I don’t want you to feel like i don’t love you as much as Sebastian. I just figured you didn’t like the affection, you always seem so indifferent over it.”

Claude makes a sound of acknowledgment, calming down enough to speak to you. “I…I will ask next time.” You reward him with a soft kiss, letting him rest against you for a little while longer.

After a few minutes, or maybe hours you couldn’t tell, you heard a creak from the window to your right. You look over to see Sebastian crouched in the windowsill, eyeing you and Claude. You huff in fein annoyance with him.

“Sebastian, how long have you been listening?” You watch him step out of the window, quietly walking towards you. He gestured to Claude, waiting a moment. “He’s sleeping. Don’t wake him.”

Sebastian nods. “Alright.” He steps close to you sitting down beside you. “I’m going to be…less ‘clingy’ around him for a bit.” He whispered to you. “I’ll apologize to him when he wakes up.”

You hum in response. “I can cuddle you both,” You pull Sebastian towards you, he shows no resistance. Sebastian rested his head on your shoulder. “You two are more like big puppies than demons.” Sebastian gives a offended look before quietly chuckling.

[blondeboyfriend]

𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 - 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐 (𝟏𝟖+)

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈

« Part 1 [ PAIRING ] Dio Brando x f!reader [ SYNOPSIS ] Part two of Country Matters. [ WORD COUNT ] 2.1k [ CONTENT ] Canon AU, friends with benefits, alcohol, dubcon (Dio's drunk, y/n is sober), exhibitionism, biting, hair pulling, rough sex, strength kink, degradation, a PINCH of sacrilege, creampie, no plot and a soft as fuck ending, not beta read.

“Too hot,” you groaned as you reclined between the geometric topiaries of your family’s country house garden.

You were resting on a particularly soft patch of lawn with a thick cotton blanket underneath you, dulling the razor sharp blades of grass. Your nightgown was hiked up to keep your legs cool. You looked like a starfish, limbs splayed out to catch the brief breezes. It was a compromising position to be in, but you could not have been more comfortable.

People were always wandering the grounds of your parents’ home. You were never truly alone there which was comforting and unsettling all the same.

That’s why you didn’t have much of a reaction when you heard rustling and watched as the symmetrical English yew bushes quivered. Red berries and needles fell to the floor, carpeting the ground with poisonous foliage. You closed your eyes and thought nothing more of it.

A voice cut through the silent summer night. “Do you always lead such an idle existence?”

You sat up in one swift motion, your body mirroring a right angle.

“Are you always a drunken creep?”

Dio stumbled out from behind the bushes, his leg getting caught on a yew root. He glared at you and before turning around, hiding his enraged expression. You gazed at his broad shoulders clothed in an ivory work shirt. It was made out of gauzy cotton, and embellished with pearlescent buttons and wisps of gold embroidery.

“How dare you?” He growled over his shoulder. “I came all this way!”

“You—you don’t… You live nearby! That isn’t the great feat you think it is!”

He shushed you yet his voice retained its heightened volume.

“You think someone as pitiful as you could understand what someone as illustrious as me thinks?”

You stared at him briefly before shouting, “Yes!”

He spun around.

“Fine!”

He sat down on your blanket and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his ruddy forearms. Several buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing faint tendrils of chest hair. He reeked of whiskey and pipe tobacco. The bridge of his nose and the apples of his cheeks were pink from the unforgiving rays of the summer sun. You wondered what he had been doing all day.

“You’re so cruel. All I ever am is nice to you and this is how you repay me.”

You rustled his flaxen hair, letting the silk-like strands slide in between your fingers.

“If this is you being sweet, I’d hate to see what you being mean entails.”

“I never said I was being sweet.”

“Oh, excuse me, Master Brando, my sincerest apologies for so casually using a synonym in your… illustrious presence.”

“Don’t fret,” he said, tone completely genuine. “It will take time, but I, Dio, will be able to find it in myself to grant you my forgiveness.”

You gently flicked his temple with your thumb and index finger. He whined slightly before leaning into you, resting his head on your shoulder.

“I came to you seeking comfort and all you’re doing is bullying me.”

“Did something happen?”

“Jonathan,” he hissed. “He wanted to go hiking. I don’t know what possessed me to say yes, but I did. And now I am suffering from the consequences of my actions.”

He unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and let it fall from his shoulders. His skin was varying shades of pink and red.

You covered your mouth trying to hide your amused smile. “Did you not have a shirt on?”

“I did, but it got too hot so I took it off. If I had known this would happen, I would have dealt with being sweaty. But that idiot assured me it’d be fine. I know he did this to spite me.”

You took your finger and poked his skin. He winced and jerked away.

“For once I would appreciate your pity,” he said softly, lying down.

“Fine,” you replied before picking a milky bellflower and tucking it behind his ear. “You poor thing. What brought you all this way?” 

You nuzzled up against his neck and kissed him, his tender skin warm against your lips. He sighed as the tension seemed to melt away from his body. His arm weaseled its way under you; he held you close to his body. You inhaled deeply and took in his sweet, musky scent.

“I need to fuck you.”

‘You need to?” You asked, smiling.

He turned his head, staring you down with his copper-colored eyes. “Yes. I need to ruin you.”

There was something charming about his bluntness. You lifted yourself up and laid on top of him, rubbing your bare cunt against his clothed cock.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” You asked flirtatiously.

“For permission, you dolt.”

“Oh… Uh, by all means. Go ahead.”

Dio’s large hands gripped your hips as you grinded up against him. You brushed his sweat-tinged hair out of his face and kissed him. You held his bottom lip between your teeth. Your heart pounded as your chest pressed up against his. It had been awhile since the last time you found yourself cloaked in his embrace. You weren’t going to let your nerves get the better of you.

He slipped his tongue in your mouth, rolling it against yours. The taste of his mouth was honeyed. It was intoxicating. He dug his fingers into the soft flesh of your hips, humming with delight as your body writhed from the stinging pressure. You whimpered into his mouth as his grip tightened.

“It’s too much,” you said, breaking the kiss.

“Your body can take it,” he grunted as he grabbed the back of your head, forcing you back into the kiss.

Dio laced his fingers through your hair and pulled. The ache reverberated throughout your body. You missed his touch more than you realized. His erection throbbed against your cunt, practically begging to be inside you.

You tried in vain to remove his pants, but your hands weren’t coordinated enough to do much.

“Pathetic,” he teased.

He pushed you off of him and he undressed, freeing his tumescent cock. His muscled form was reminiscent of marble statues of the god, Ares, though with a sizable length. You sat beside him and stared wide-eyed at his erection. He smirked and stroked his cock, pulling back his foreskin to reveal his glistening tip. Every inch of your body sang with ecstasy. Even the subtle sensation of your flimsy nightgown brushing against your nipples was enough to send you over the edge.

“Is there any particular reason as to why you’re not naked?”

His impatience killed a semblance of your libido, but you had no intent on going through the evening unfucked. You lifted your nightgown over your head and folded it up, setting it beside you. He looked you up and down, his eyes sharp like a predator’s. He grabbed you by the shoulders and forced you onto your back. You were utterly powerless up against his strength.

He slipped his fingers between your slick folds and pushed three of them inside you. You gasped as they filled your cunt, stretching it out.

“You’re already gasping? Really?” He asked, his breath hot against your ear.

“C—can’t help it,” you winced.

“And why is that?”

He pushed his fingers deeper inside you, curling them upwards and pressing against your walls.

“Fuck!”

“Hmph. That’s not much of an answer.”

“It feels—shit—incredible.”

He seemed unimpressed with your answer. “You’re too easy. This isn’t even fun for me anymore.”

You gritted your teeth before lightly smacking him.

“I was only kidding,” he seethed, rubbing his sunburnt cheek. “You’re much too sensitive.”

“You know I hate it when you speak to me like that.”

“I never mean it.”

“And? I don’t appreciate it regardless. If you’re going to behave like that, do me a favor and leave.”

He smirked and pulled his fingers out of you before licking them clean.

“No,” he replied, giving your forehead a kiss.

“I don’t know why I put up with you.”

“Me ne—neither,” he stammered as he led his cock inside you.

“No, no, no. I remember why,” you moaned.

The feeling of him thrusting inside you was more than enough incentive to suffer through his sharp tongue. Plus you knew deep down he did at the very least like you. Why else would he go easy on you when you played chess? Buy you boxes of fresh baked viennoiseries? Wander through poppy fields even though they always made him sniffly and miserable? Those were not the actions of a man filled with loathing.

“I’m going to ravage you,” he said as continued to thrust. “Drag you down into the furthest depths of depravity.”

He was talking louder than you preferred.

“That’s all well and good, but someone may hear you.”

“That’s what I want. I want them all to know what I’m doing to you.”

Your cheeks became flushed and embarrassment plagued you. Instinctively you shut your eyes and tried to forget there was an entire world surrounding the two of you. Dio however seemed to relish in it.

“No one will want to give you a passing glance once I’ve had my way with you,” he moaned as his cock grazed your cervix.

You were more than fine with that. No one piqued your interest quite like him.

“An—and even if they did, they’d never compare to me.”

You finally opened your eyes. “Is that so?”

He grabbed ahold of your jaw, his gaze wild and unfettered.

“I assure you no one else will ever make you feel this good.”

He pulled out his cock and slapped it against your clit with a wet thud. He could hardly contain his excitement as you whimpered his name.

“Louder,” he beckoned.

He rutted against you, pressing his precum covered tip on your swollen clit. You couldn’t help but shout his name. He let out a pleased groan and slid his cock back inside your weeping cunt. His thrusts were fast and deep, each one more lustful than the last. You wouldn’t say he was being totally sloppy, but there wasn’t much method to his drunken madness. It was as if he was caught up in a frenzy of religious fervor.

A symphony of his grunts and moans filled the garden. Part of you wanted to tell him to keep it down, but asking would be a thankless task. There was no way you could ever shut Dio up, especially not after he’d been drinking. Once he set out to do something there was nothing that could stop him.

“Tell me how good I’m making you feel,” he said, biting his bottom lip in anticipation.

“I feel like I'm ascending, like I could cry tears of joy, like I’m seeing god!”

Nothing you said was even close to a lie. Your entire body felt like it was reeling with sordid rapture. You tightened your cunt’s grip around his cock and wrapped your legs around him, locking him in place. He thrust into you harder and harder, almost as if he was fucking you into the ground. Your toes curled in anticipation of your mounting climax.

“Dio,” you whined. “I’m c—cl—close.”

Dio held his hand to your throat, though he applied no pressure.

“Look me in the eyes when you come.”

You nodded feebly, losing yourself in his harsh and intense gaze. You clenched your jaw as your orgasm surged through your body, enshrouding you in a sea of euphoria.

“Such a good girl,” he thundered. “I bet no one else has ever made you sound so heavenly.”

“Only you, Dio,” you cried out.

He went to speak, but was interrupted by his own orgasm. His back arched as his cock spurted ropes of thick cum into your cunt. His dark brows furrowed and buried his face in your neck, biting down on your shoulder. You placed your hand on the base of his skull and held him close as his thrusts gradually slowed down.

“I missed you,” he said, voice muffled.

You giggled. “You can’t go a week without seeing me, huh?”

“Look at the trouble I get into when you’re not around,” he whimpered.

“That’s true,” you said, scratching his scalp. “I never would have let you do anything shirtless in the sun.”

He rolled off of you and his cum dribbled out of your cunt.

“This is why you can never leave me,” he sighed, looking up at the night sky.

“As if I would ever do something like that.”

He held up his sunburnt arm and frowned before sitting up. He hugged his knees to his chest and rested his head on them. He turned his gaze to you, softer than it typically was.

“You swear?” He questioned in a small voice.

You looked beside him at the bellflower that you had previously tucked behind his ear. You plucked it off the ground and returned it to its rightful place.

“Absolutely. But you have to grant me the same privilege.”

He smiled, not smirked, and said, “Only death could rip me away from you.”

[igglemouse]

Monday morning starts shitty because it starts with my shitty breakfast. Yogurt. Which is fine, really, but in the end it's just mush with flavor, isn't it?

Flavorful mush. Sorry for the language, I really am, but there just isn't much going on over here. I feel bad for inviting you into my life.

I don't want this to always be about how crappy my life is because that's not fun but...my life does suck? You'd think someone with magical abilities would have a few more adventures to talk about but as I've mentioned, I'm pretty much banned from practicing my magic thanks to my parents which leaves me almost completely alone. Almost.

I spend a morning or two in my shower contemplating my loneliness. It helps. I think.

I'm not going to just sit at home and mope all day although I guess I could. Whose stopping me?

Either way, I pull myself outside and back to the buffs, the shore of the buffs at least, and just enjoy a mildly chilly day.

My friend texts me, wondering if I want to meet up and I let her know sure but later because I do have a few things I want to get done...

Which is more collecting. Oh? You thought it would be something interesting?

So off I go...collecting metals, herbs, fruits, whatever. You never know when you might need something for a spell. I think?

I want to teach myself. I'm not allowed to be taught in the realm but no one is stopping me from teaching myself and my standards are not high. I'd be content with just a minor spell to tie my shoes, to be honest. Just anything to remind me of my heritage.

But I did not come to the bluffs just to collect rocks and plants...

Once again I was drawn to the castle of Chevalier but this time I had gathered the courage to enter, or rather, something had invited me inside. After all, the gate to the wide double was left open, daring curious visitors like myself.

The doors were unlocked, in fact, a gentle nudge welcomed me into its walls and a few more steps had me deep into what I could assume was a foyer of sorts.

If this is a place long abandoned then I must wonder why its candles are lit and why its floors are clean and yet if someone lives here why would they leave the doors unlocked? Either way, the warm glow of candlelight is appreciated although it's clear to me that someone lives here. Perhaps they are not here right now? On vacation?

My curiosity pushes me forward, deeper and deeper into the castle, moving as softly as possible because with every passing second I realize that I am trespassing. Some flittering thought through my mind, a warning really, nagging at me to turn around, to go home, there is nothing to be found here but trouble and danger and yet I push on.

Into a room, down a ladder, and into a larger chamber. The castle is cleaned here too. Not a speck of dust or a smudge of dirt. Whoever lives here or maintains this place must have an entire team of maids.

I'm eager to learn more and I am just as eager, for whatever reason, to meet the owner of this place...

But as I take another step into this peculiar estate another warning flashes through my head. Except this time the voice doesn't belong to me, that I am sure, and its message is clear.

"Leave."

Message sent, message received. I'm out of here.

So it was back home for me which meant back to my jewelry. There is a such thing as too much adventure after all.

For today I'm working on a bracelet and hoping to sell it because I do need the simoleons. I really, REALLY, need the simoleons.

Eventually I finish a rather poorly made bracelet and before I can despair about my pitiful situation my friend stops by.

Triple V, is what I call her, and that stands for Valerie Van Villet.

Valerie and I have a lot of common as we've grown up together and she's basically my best friend but our shared destiny is because her parents also practiced the dark arts which of course means she's also been expelled from the realm.

Usually, we don't talk about magic, but the topic of the castle has popped up since I could not help but mention my little exploration trip.

"What do you think's there?" I ask her because she knows a lot more about this stuff than I do. She has taught herself well, she's no master, of course, but she knows a few spells. All self-taught.

"Definitely a vampire," she is sure, as if it was is as obvious as 1+1=2. "Nosferatu, as they are called."

"Here?" My question is because it is well known that vampires are close to extinct. That's another story for another day. Maybe. "In such a castle-"

"It's Cyril," she says again, her confidence clear. "I-I'd stay away from him. I believe there's some pact amongst the magic council to leave him be for what he did in the great war but...last I've heard is he's been resting...if he fully wakes-"

"Vee, that place is maintained. No dust, no spiders, if Cyril is-"

"Likely some cleaning service that's hired for the place. I'm sure Cyril has someone take care of the place..."

Well, I'm sure she's right. She has more connections with this kind of stuff than I. She's also right that it wouldn't be a good idea to run into him there. Vampires are said to wake up with a terrible thirst after all. My family has a long and quite troubled history with their kind as well...

"There is power in their blood, you know," Vee finishes my thoughts. She does this a lot. I sometimes wonder if she's plucking them from my mind.

"Yes, I know..." and that word lingers. My mother, she had used the power of blood, a dark art for certain, to gain more power. Human blood, while powerful, paled in comparison to that of vampires at least when it comes to certain rituals.

"Do you ever think that using dark magic makes you evil?" She asks, this is a question I can tell she has thought some time about and one that I need to consider a bit more before answering and so my reply is simple.

"Dunno," okay, really simple.

"Yeah," she takes a deep breath. "All our lives we've been told our parents were horrible people but-"

"Vee, my mother hunted vampires to extinction and regularly sacrificed the blood of innocents, vampire or no, for her rituals," I clarify, a little firmly.

"Yes but-"

"My father manipulated physics just to rule over the Realm and he killed other spellcasters, anyone who questioned him."

"My father wasn't so bad..." was her response, a correct response. Her dad was caught up in it, guilt by association really because he had no idea that teaching my mother blood magic would make her insane or maybe it was her lack of sanity that sought out such a magic? Chicken or egg thing, I guess.

"Either way, they are the dark arts for a reason, aren't they?"

"Yea..."

It was good that Vee left shortly after because I worry about her sometimes. I worry about what she might be teaching herself, especially with the sort of questions she likes to ask.

It's likely nothing though, she's a good friend and a good person and a curious soul. So much of our families legacy has been denied to us as well, I don't blame her for wanting to claim at least pinch of it...

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Hey if you’re still taking Kayce request, would love a jealous Kayce if you could :)

My Only Cowboy

Leaning my back against one of the wooden pens inside the barn Ryan and I were talking about something that happened when we went to the bar together the other night. Ryan and I were life long friends and had went to the same high school when we were teenagers. Footsteps approached the entrance of the barn where I turned my head in the direction seeing that it was my boyfriend Kayce. “What the hell we’re you doing with my girlfriend at a bar last night. Did he hurt you at all?” He stomped up asking Ryan more so than me. Moving past the new ranch hand I lifted my gaze up to look at my boyfriend. “Kayce. There’s nothing to worry about between me and Ryan. He’s a new ranch hand of your fathers and an old friend of mine.” Kayce and I had started dating after he divorced his wife Monica. He was having trouble getting his son Tate to school since his truck was broken down. I offered him a ride and he offered to buy me dinner as a thank you. Somehow we ended up finding a lot in common.

Ryan shrugged his shoulders confused at what was happening exactly between us. I honestly didn’t know why Kayce seemed upset over this. “Kayce, I don’t know what you are thinking is going on. Y/n and I are just friends. We met up and she said that she was working out as the same place as I did.” Kanye stomped up turning his hand into a fist punching Ryan straight in the face. He collapsed onto the floor quickly getting to his feet taking a swing at the younger Dutton son where they ended up fighting until I shoved myself in between them. Holding my hands up I glanced between the pair raising my voice at them. “Kayce, enough alright. I don’t know what this is all about but you’re being completely ridiculous-“ He cut me off throwing his arms up shouting at me, I saw some tears slip out when his voice cracked in response. “Im jealous of him Y/n. I am jealous that you might find my family crazy and leave with Ryan. I can’t - I don’t want to go through another divorce and put Tate through something like that!” Blinking my eyes I was taken back by his words. I would have never thought he was the jealous insecure type.

“Kayce, come with me. We need to talk about this.” Grabbing his forearm I dragged him out of the barn and through the main house until we got into his bedroom slamming the door behind my back. “What makes you think that I would want to date Ryan when I am with you. I mean I am completely in love with you, Kayce Dutton. You are the only cowboy for me!” He blinked his eyes a few times slowly striding up to me cradling my face in his hands grinning through some tears. “You are in love with me…really in love with me. I thought…but you two are so close. I was just jealous…I’m so sorry.” Leaning up on my toes I smiled wrapping my arms around his neck kissing him deeply. He leans into the kiss tugging me closer until I jump up wrapping my legs around his waist. The kiss got heated where we fell back onto the bed panting heavily while we started to remove our clothes in a hurry. “I love you too Y/n. Maybe I should get jealous for often if this is the result.” Pressing my lips to his in a long kiss he smirked back to my reply. “Sssh Dutton. Don’t ruin the moment. You’ve got nothing to be jealous over.”

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[sasashihearst]

(1) waking up in a completely different world ⊹₊｡ꕤ˚₊⊹

Before this fanfic story started , this story completely base on my own personal desire; self indulgence and bad grammar and wording;comedy comment and adding traditional that Genshin couldn’t put so i put my own pleasure to .And is based on my own oc so everything might’ve been occed but i will entirely focus on the lore and twist it , that all for you to know and most of my oc love list is mostly woman because i want to pamper and love them adding alot of fluffy things for them

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

Coming from a class as well with an exhausting katana classes for an upcoming semester and competition that can bonus’s to my degree . In Japanese these schedules is hectic as hell to the point makes me wants to sleep from a bad headache that suddenly appeared on the right side of the back of my head as i try to sleep comfortably on the bed without shifting to not feeling like i have a cemented my head to something and having a distraction from someone snoring so loud making me could wish i have my own room. A few hours passed and listening to countless asmr that makes me feel secondhand embarrassment yet it sooth my heart that it was me WHO listen to it as I drift to the blissful silence

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Waking feeling something soft yet sharp poking at my nape making me wince but it’s more like me being dramatic to someone or something that making me wake up as i slowly flutters my eyelid slowly as i get use to my surroundings making me jump as i realise I don’t remember me sleeping outside nor in this new environment making me look around in a anxious manner. The most luscious emerald grass that is softly damp and press under me as i was staring at the most greenest leaf that was softly moving in a slow mo motion that was brutally attacked by the gently wind as i lay on the floor as flower surrounded me like a flower bed as i was too reminded that i was wearing a completely different attire than my own clothes. ‘At least I don’t look like I’m homeless in my own room anymore’ is what I thought but thinking again do i even have my own room? Even better . A house to live? But shook my head gently as i too have to wake up and sit up just like the wind that was softly encouraging me to wake up and see the beautiful scenery making me feel like I’m appreciated and loved in this place by no one particularly ‘how weird? I never felt more comfortable and warm in nature if anything I should be happy there’s no bug on me’ as i shiver at the thought a slimy bug on me.

Standing up too quickly isn’t a preferred approach as I quickly felt lightheaded and headache making me wobbly forced me to lean back on the trunk of the tree you see is because of Orthostatic hypotension — also called postural hypotension that’s caused by standing up too fast ‘why the hell am I thinking this??’ As i shook my head like I disturbed myself with this dumb information. Wanting to see myself and checking myself out in this new image , well I could tell the looks of it but wanting to see the full image make me have the energy to walk but with a grumble from my empty stomach make me rethink my decision a little bit on seeing myself. After walking a few hours every minutes feel like a knife been stabbing me every countless of me walking into nowhere as i saw a tree with a generous amount of fruit as i happy jogs there as my eyes have the delight expression ‘finally goodies’ I thought to myself as i try to quickly reach to grab it but every grunt and huffed i give I couldn’t reach with these heights making me groan in annoyance as i just look at it stupidly as i sat down on the bottoms of the tree trunk as i look at the few lakes away but with no energy forced me to stay put making me close my eyes suddenly feeling a cold air soothing my hot temperatured body. But as soon i open my eyes i can quite literally see a fruit dangling from the tree as if it was leaning to a child in a motherly way teasing them feeling confuse and overwhelmed thinking the tree would fall on me as i took the fruit as i suddenly have a nostalgic sense of memory as i look at it curiously

“Why does this fruit oddly familiar?” A pear like shape but the bottom being more wrinkly with pink shade with yellowish making my eyes wide as i now understand the familiar fruit ‘is a sunsettia!—‘ with this new information is now making more aware about where i am or particularly what universe i am in. Now I’m finally grasping this information it was like in cue everything seem like something happened like the bird and animal was chirping and howling as if a celebration was held in place, the scenery shining even more like they been bathing in the sun for years only to be shining even more with something else is like their are happy you can understand what is happening to you. Well chewing on the sunsettia which you understand it belong to a certain game but-but .but. Has the khaenri’ah incident occurred yes or no? Because it may be me being anxious and being a little tiny bit more like a psychopath if I didn’t say quote on quote where the blood curling monster roaming around or maybe like dead people?— okay don’t get me wrong i like this version none trauma and ptsd and cheerful scenery but then again is weird because it is hoyoverse style to make everything and everyone possible chance to have a trauma’s one way or another.

Feeling disturbed with this dumb thoughts i got up and left the tree alone going alone where the winds going. The lake. The beautiful scenery that make the lake look ethereal as the lake being surrounded by the lush landscape and some random wood bridge that’s somewhat like broken but nevertheless it added everything that this lake never needed. ‘What a beautiful sight’ looking around thinking there’s people nearby taking a guess from the bridge but nothing but i went to the lake just the edge of it just to see a glimpse of my reflection. An entire new look

I may be from Japanese but even so I’m still a woman? And i look like i came out from taisho era , an era that war and weird fashion combination exist with weird designs and colour and adding a extra hat, yeah that era. Long sleeve white button shirt adding a layer of black blank line kimono and a colour beige hakama with ending the hakama like a bow tie appearance with another white ish beige haori. In Japanese these is suitable for a man but I’m a woman I’m afraid but i do like the hakama and right i wore a wooden geta is no wonder it added my heights but then as i look at the lake again i saw a small accessory adorned on my head as i saw a small star clipped on my hair thinking nothing of it as I still have my glass with me. And wait isn’t this entire fiasco my dream? Trying to make one of those dramatic cutscenes where the mc randomly getting an item out of nowhere; my big wide sleeves? No, i close my eyes and start to imagine something on my hand thinking i what i think would appear when i open my eyes is there? Nope, what about raiden style? Again nothing, maybe trying a new way by going through my kimono layers in those x position and going through it as I thought maybe my hand crafted umbrella that has a beautiful design and…. It work surprisingly fine let’s be honest is like raiden style of way getting her sword 1001 ways. “I’m like a damn wizard or magician at this point” opening the beautiful umbrella that originated from Japanese style and era as i walk along the tree having such a time like I’m of those cliche moments in the past few years before the incident going to occur ‘okay stop talking like that or else you’re going to jinxed my happy time here’ i mean technically i could also imagine of me having a mythical animal ear….*smirk*

But even so a dream don’t last long even the nights and terrible nights as I could hear a familiar noise coming from a small looking box buzzing as i look to the side still in my outside outfit wincing at the brightness shining to my face as i groan in my dozing sleep as i have to reluctantly have to get up and get ready for another day “I suppose the dream can wait” oh they will wait for you because even if teyvat universe age is younger than you might think they can wait for eternity as the time go longer and farther you can see

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For those whose wondering, this account is from kanasashi more over my oc name kunikanasashi hearst is her full name for the story the background is simple for her; she originated from Japanese and she involves with teyvat because she plays the game to escape from the real world from mere pressure she gotten from high achiever and sport katana so she use the chances she get to play but rarely. She has a friend name esther chuumi; my friend oc, a male both have a fluffy relationship with chuumi looking up kunikanasashi and wanting to be like her someday nonetheless is like mother and son relationships. Some habit being the same, copying others action or something similar just like a family would have. Chuumi doesn’t have a family or blood relatives so he often seen live alone; an orphanage background

How did chuumi oc get into kunikanasashi dream? I have no entirely no clue

[jseobsky]

hi hi, me again!! had kind of a rough day so I was wondering if I could request some best friend!minjae fluff? like just a minjae hanging out with you trying to distract you and make you feel better kind of thing? hsjshjdksjshsj sorry it's not v specific idek myself what exactly I want I just know I need some comfort :(

Bad days like these.

Pairing ! bestfriend!Minjae x gn!Reader Synopsis ! after a bad day and only wanting to be hug by the blankets and watch your favourite show, your best friend Minjae comes to your door. Genre ! Fluff, hinted romantic ending but can be read as like platonic Warnings ! Swearing, haven't proof-read anything- W/C ! 0.8k a/n ! omg I hope you feel much better now!! I'm sorry to hear that :(( I'm also having a quite meh day, so this was also just what I needed. thank you for requesting!! I loved writing this KSJHSDKFJ

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There are days when you can fight against the whole world. Those days are the ones that people appreciate the most. I could’ve solved a world’s problem, and people would be happy. However, if I, for whatever reason wasn’t doing good one day, it wouldn’t count. People don’t count those moments as valid. People don’t count any moment as valid unless you are strong. But I can’t always be strong. 

There are days when all I can do is lie around. Those days are the ones I hate the most. I am ashamed of those days. Days where I try to hide behind a big screen. Sometimes trying to escape the little lie that I live in, in hopes of some comfort. People love to ignore my struggles. People ignore you unless you are fighting. But I can’t always fight.

Today is one of those days. Watching TV seemed the best answer to today’s mood. The characters hold each other as I hold my plushy. “You don’t have to be strong” Says one of the characters. “I know, but it’s hard” They hold each other even closer. Their breathless voices quivering at each word. “When moments like these, please call out my name. I’ll be there, whenever you ask for me, wherever you ask for me” Oh shut the fuck up. I wanna cry now. “Please just let me help you” Said the same character, reaching to kiss the person they were holding. Fucking finally after 14 episodes. “Mia. I” He breathed out. Ding, ding, ding. Who dares interrupt their moment ffs. I walk towards the front door, random objects are lying around the floor as I walk. I walk past some school books, some clothes that I must have thrown, and some random papers that might be more important than how I’m treating them. I finally reach the door and open it. 

The cold air hits my face as soon as I open the door. Outside, the sky was dimmed, definitely a representation of how I felt. Even with my tear-stained face from the scene, I was just watching, I get to smile. “I hate you” I say out loud. Minjae, who was standing outside my door with a big puffy jacket, and a big grocery bag, slapped his empty hand on his chest and gasped. “How dare you. Should I turn around?” I stopped him from turning around completely and pulled him inside. “How did you know?” I asked. “You changed your Instagram notes from BARBIE NEW MOVIE I CAN’T to: alexa play voices by stary kids” Minjae said while taking his shoes off. “You only do that when you’re sad as fuck” “Touché” I say while grabbing his bag I walk again towards the couch. He follows behind me, crouching down for a moment to pick my music notes and placing them on the table they fell from, not before shaking his head. I take interest in the scene again. 

Although I couldn’t see more of the scene, now being paused again a little less than a second before their kiss. I make an annoyed face and turn to look at Minjae who paused my show. “What happened?” He asked. “If I ignore my problems, they won’t hurt” He got a little closer. “They will, and you know it. That or you’ll end up punching someone” I gasp. “Okay, that was ONE time. And the guy deserved it anyways so who’s the one at fault?” “Still you, that guy just approached you because you were crying, you looked at him, flirted with him, and when he said he didn’t like stray kids you punched him” I giggled remembering the moment, the second I look at Minjae again he’s looking serious so I straighten my posture. “Still his fault, he said that I was jobless bcs I liked those stupid dancing boys and that I spent too much money on them after talking about my collection” “How much of that is true?” He raised an eyebrow at me. “Not my point” I pouted jokingly. 

“Okay let’s do this. I help you escape from your problems” I nod. After waiting for two seconds and him not continuing I ask. “Aaand?” “Nothing, you just get bragging rights because you got the best friend in the entire world” “Well that’s arguable, Felix is Hyunjin’s best friend so like” Minjae stands up. “Okay sorry, sorry, you’re the best, you’re the best” I grab his arm again and pull him towards me, making him fall on the sofa. We stay laughing for a bit, but our laughs come to a stop when we hear the show playing again. Minjae hugs me closer to him and we start watching the show from where it was left. “You don’t have to be strong” Says Minjae after a while, him looking me directly into my eyes. I nod. “I know, but it’s hard” He hugs me closer. He pets my head and smiles. “I’ll make the pain go away, I promise.”

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Forged Divinity Chapter 4: Leannan Talks Back

1632 words

CW: institutionalized slavery, religious themes, noncon touch, noncon kiss, abuse

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Luke 12:47

The servant who knows the master’s will and does not get ready or does not do what the master wants will be beaten with many blows.

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As used to traveling rough as they were, Phineas appreciated the shower – even if it was cold – the clean clothes, and the soft bed.

The soft bed that they would be sharing with a very annoyed Iowan.

The room was small, and the ceiling had water stains, but it smelled clean and the air felt dry, despite the rain pattering outside. Phineas couldn’t complain, not when they had such good entertainment.

Leannan looked particularly adorable with heavy, wet curls, and pouting, chubby lips, standing with his arms crossed at the side of the bed. Phineas was already lying down, their head propped on one hand, watching Leannan in the lantern light.

“I’ll just sleep on the floor,” he said for the third time.

“Bed ain’t that small,” Phineas countered.

“Whatever,” Leannan tossed his head, “At least I’ll have it all to myself while you’re gone.”

“What do you mean?” Phineas’ smile faded slightly.

“While you’re off on your assassin mission,” Leannan waved a hand, “I’m staying here, right?”

Phineas’ smile returned.

“I’m staying here,” Leannan repeated, “Right?”

“Oh no, bebino, you’re coming with me. I can’t leave you here where someone could take advantage of my property.”

Leannan stared at Phineas, open-mouthed. “How am I supposed to just… tag along while you kill someone?”

“You shut the fuck up and do what I say. And that starts with getting a good night’s sleep, so come the fuck to bed.”

Leannan huffed, and stubbornly stayed in place.

Phineas sat up. “Y’know, I don’t know a ton about Iowans. But what I do know – what everyone knows – is that they have to do whatever their master says. And if they don’t, their master can beat the everloving shit out of them. I also know that Iowans can’t be raped, not by their master. They have to take whatever their master gives them. So you listen to me,” Phineas pointed at Leannan threateningly, their voice going low, “Just because I like a feisty personality doesn’t mean I enjoy disobedience. I am your master, I own you, and if you don’t do as I say there will be consequences. So. Get. In. To. Bed.”

Leannan didn’t look scared, exactly, which was disappointing, but he did lift the covers and climb into bed next to Phineas, which sent a rush of adrenaline and power through their veins. They waited until Leannan was completely settled, then leaned over and kissed him harshly on the mouth, reaching down and grabbing between his legs and squeezing. Not enough to hurt, just a warning.

Leannan whimpered anyway. Pathetic.

Phineas withdrew and leaned the other way, over to the lantern on the bedside table.

“Goodnight,” they said pleasantly, and blew it out.

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The next morning, Leannan behaved as if he were suitably chastised, quiet and obedient. But his mind raced, trying to come up with a good reason for Phineas to leave him behind. The problem was, Phineas was impossible to predict; they didn’t seem to care terribly deeply for Leannan’s safety, despite hinging their future on him. It was irrational.

Leannan sat in the background, half-listening to the meeting between Councilman Brochard and Phineas. First they had discussed the dispatchment of King Gauthier; his location, his likely safeguards, what Phineas was to do afterwards. Now they were looking over maps and discussing the various options available to Phineas upon their success. Locations, crop yields, number of residing peasants. Once upon a time, this would have been Leannan’s bread and butter – rubbing up against the nobility, asking innocent, steering questions to guide them to the conclusion his master desired. But Leannan had no insight into the goals of either negotiator, his current master nor his future one. He felt terribly in the dark.

The door squealed open, startling them all – well, not Phineas – and a guard rushed in.

“Councilman Faverolle is here – ah!”

The guard was shoved aside by a man entering behind him. Though he was much broader, there was an undeniable family resemblance between him and Councilman Brochard; thin light brown hair, and similar narrow noses.

“What is this I hear about you selling a council seat for a common whore, Uncle?!” he shouted, “Es-tu putain de sénile?”

“James, James!” Councilman Brochard raised his hands, “It’s much more complicated than that! Here, take a seat, I will explain.”

Faverolle sat in the offered chair in a huff, crossing his arms.

“C’est Phineas Kaŝpafisto,” Brochard extended a hand towards Phineas, “Et, euh, pour expliquer…”

The Councilman began to explain the situation to Faverolle in French. Faverolle’s face shifted from outrage, to consternation, to begrudging curiosity, casting glances at Leannan.

“Avez-tu goûté le produit?” he asked Brochard a question, pointing at Leannan.

“… Pas exactement,” Brochard replied hesitantly.

Faverolle considered this for a moment. Then he addressed Phineas, in English.

“The whole Council will need to sign off on your deal before it goes forward. You have seen clearly what we have to offer; we are familiar with your skills; I believe it is only fair that we are allowed to ascertain the quality of the Iowan.”

Phineas folded their arms, leaning against the table.

“You want to fuck my Iowan,” they said knowingly.

Leannan kept his expression pleasantly neutral. He could already tell Faverolle would be a distasteful master, but he wasn’t about to show that on his face. ‘Distasteful’ was better than whatever the hell Phineas was; there was no way Leannan would jeopardize this deal.

If Faverolle needed to fuck him, well… that was the price Leannan always paid for a home.

Phineas let the silence fester for another breath before they tilted their head with a smile.

“No.”

Faverolle looked insulted.

“Surely, it’s only fair-”

“You should be assured of his quality by the simple fact that he’s an Iowan. You can prick him and check his blood color, if you like, but as it stands he belongs to me. I’m not interested in letting anyone else touch him.” Phineas straightened, dropping their arms. “I will be leaving tomorrow. Whether I will be returning south, or hunting your King, is up to you. You know what I want, and what I offer. I’m done negotiating.” They snapped their fingers at Leannan and strode out the door. Leannan followed, rushing to keep up.

“That’s not usually how negotiations like this are done!” Leannan hissed once they were out of earshot of the room and walking down the dim, sagging hallways of the Council building.

“It’s always worked for me.”

“I guess you are a little…” Leannan looked Phineas up and down as they walked, from their odd tufty hair, to the ever-present rifle, to their bulky miss-matching clothes, “… Different.”

Phineas bared their teeth in a threatening smile.

“You got that right.”

~~~

That night, Phineas requested various bowls and amounts of heated water from the Council’s servants, and set about mixing the henna they had gotten from the merchant into a thick sludge that they pasted onto their hair. It was a valued monthly ritual for them, as long as they could find the stuff.

Leannan, of course, watched with confusion. Phineas didn’t bother explaining anything to the whore. Why should they? It wasn’t until the next morning when Phineas’ hair was fully dry and visibly a brighter shade of red that it seemed to click for Leannan.

The two of them packed up their things, all the while Leannan clearly grew more and more anxious. His eyes darted from the door, to Phineas, to the door again. As a distant bell chimed 8 o’clock, he lost his patience.

“You blew it!” he accused Phineas, flinging his packed bag onto the bed, “You are so… insane! You should have given me to Faverolle! Why do you even care, anyway?”

Phineas had had about enough of Leannan’s lack of faith, and his attitude. They rounded on Leannan, rushing towards him and forcing him to stumble backwards. They grabbed the front of his shirt and threw him down onto the bed, climbing onto him and straddling his hips.

“I thought I made it pretty clear last night,” they said, their voice icy calm, “If you kept acting up, there would be consequences.”

“Phineas,” Leannan spoke quietly, his voice wavering, “Phineas, I’m sorry.” His eyes were wide, but otherwise his expression was schooled.

“Hmm. I don’t think you are,” Phineas said casually, and drew back their arm and punched Leannan just below the ribs. Leannan cried out, and his body bucked underneath Phineas.

“I’m sorry!” he begged, putting his hands up, “I’m really sorry, Phineas!”

There it was – fear, on his face. Phineas smiled. Their hands settled on Leannan’s chest, harsh grips and violence turning to soft caresses. Leannan picked up on the shift immediately, and he wiggled his hips slightly, trying to stimulate Phineas.

“I can be good for you, I swear,” he breathed, lowering his eyelashes.

Phineas narrowed their eyes. They leaned down as if to kiss Leannan, but stopped millimeters from the man’s lips.

“You’re disgusting,” they whispered.

“Yes, Phineas,” Leannan agreed automatically.

“You’re subhuman.”

“Yes, Phineas.”

“You should know your place.”

“Yes, Phineas.”

“What are you?”

“I’m disgusting,” Leannan dutifully recited, “I’m subhuman. I know my place.”

Someone knocked on the door. Phineas sat up.

“Come in!” they called.

A guard entered, faltering and averting his eyes when he saw Phineas and Leannan’s positions.

“The Council had reached a decision, monsieur,” he said, “They accept your terms.”

Phineas smirked. “Thanks. You can go.”

Clearly relieved, the guard scurried out. Phineas leaned back down over Leannan.

“What did I,” they flicked Leannan’s nose, making him flinch, “Fucking tell you?”

“I shouldn’t have doubted you, Phineas, I’m sorry,” Leannan whispered.

“Damn right,” Phineas practically bounced off of the bed. “Get up, slut. We have a king to kill.”

~~~

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All's Fair In Love & War- Nobunaga Ch. 26

Chapter 26

I shot upright in my bed as soon as the old mnemonic ran through my head. “How could I forget that?!” I couldn’t believe…how could I forget it? Nobunaga…in the history from my original time… he died in a coup.

I remembered tidbits of history here and there. But I had forgotten this one. The most important one. I instantly started pacing my room as I wracked my brain for more information. “I need a date…” I muttered to myself. “Ugh…why did I not pay better attention…and why did I burn that damn book?”

When I was on that school trip to Kyoto, I had bought a guide book. I couldn’t even fully remember the title anymore, but it had been something about the hottest warlords or something. It had different sites and tidbits about some of Japan’s greatest warlords. Ugh…if only I had kept that, but I didn’t want anything that might cause problems if found. I mean, if someone from this time got spoilers…well some very bad things could happen.

“Dammit, where is Sasuke and his big brain full of history facts when you need him?” I muttered to myself.

Then as if I had summoned him, there was a knock on my ceiling. I looked up, grabbing my sword just in case. “If that’s not you, Sasuke, prepare to be skewered.”

My ceiling tile moved and Sasuke’s masked face was popping through. He pulled his mask down and gave me one of his small smiles. “It’s me. Please don’t skewer me? If I didn’t know any better I’d think I was still with my boss.” He was then executing a backflip from the ceiling and landing silently on my floor.

“You better be here as my friend and not a spy.” I told him, even as I moved to put away my sword.

“I promise, no spying.” Sasuke replied. “Though I figured it would be better for you if I snuck in versus visiting you out in the open.”

“I appreciate that.” I replied. I then gestured for him to have a seat.

“Thanks.” Sasuke replied, sitting down on the cushion. 

“How long have you been in my ceiling?” I asked.

“Not long.” Sasuke answered. “Though I do believe I overheard you saying something about needing a moderately awesome history expert?”

“Yes…it’s something very important.” I replied. “I’m sure you remember I wasn’t the best student…”

“What are you wondering about, Ava?” Sasuke asked.

“The coup.” I replied. “The one…the one where Nobunaga dies…”

“Are you wondering because you want to prevent it?” Sasuke asked. 

“I know that it’s changing history…but I…I can’t let Nobunaga die.” I told him, feeling on the verge of tears. “I know it sounds crazy…and maybe ridiculous…but I am in love with him. I can’t… I can’t live in a world without him.”

Sasuke seemed taken aback for a moment. I could tell he was surprised by my confession. Then he nodded. “I can’t ignore my friend in need.” He replied. “Besides, you have already significantly altered history from our original history.”

“How so?” I asked.

“For one thing, Lord Ava Yamada never existed.” Sasuke pointed out. “But also…originally, after Lord Riku’s death…the Yamada clan fell and until Hideyoshi completed Nobunaga’s unification, this area was in turmoil and constant war.”

“I see.”

“And I have also altered history as well.” He replied. “I’m sure you’ll find out exactly how before much longer.”

“So tell me, when does it happen?”

“June twenty-first.” Sasuke answered. “So that should be about five weeks away.”

“Five weeks…” I said, biting my lower lip. “What else can you tell me?”

“In our time, it is said that Mitsuhide Akechi betrayed Nobunaga…and in the coup Nobunaga was staying at Hono-ji and committed seppuku and the temple was set ablaze to keep his enemies from getting his body…”

My heart lurched painfully in my chest as the image of Nobunaga running himself through, flashed through my mind. I shook my head, as if I could get rid myself of the thought. “I… I’m not entirely sure history is right on that one.” I said.

“Why do you say that?”

“Just…things that have been happening I just…I think it was someone else and the blame was placed on Mitsuhide.” I replied. “He’s a slithery bastard so I’ll give the historians that one.”

“Who do you think did it?” Sasuke asked.

“Not sure…my money would be on whoever tried to assassinate him at my festival a couple of weeks ago.” I replied.

“I had heard something about that.” Sasuke replied. “Mercenaries were hired, right?”

“Yeah, but they didn’t even know who paid them. Just someone that threw a lot of coin at them.” I answered.

“Could the mysterious man have been Mitsuhide or working for Mitsuhide?” Sasuke asked. “If history was right.”

“Possibly.” I replied. “But…I don’t know I feel like Mitsuhide goes out of his way to make himself suspicious. It feels…obvious. Too obvious.”

“I get what you mean.” Sasuke said, nodding. “Do you think it would be anyone close to him betraying him?”

“I didn’t have any gut feelings about anyone.” I answered. “And I’ve learned to trust my gut since being here.”

“I see.” Sasuke replied.

“Alright, I need you to tell me everything you can from what our original history said happened leading up to the coup.” I said after thinking a moment. “Maybe there will be a clue there…or maybe I can find a way to keep some of those things from happening.”

Sasuke nodded. “Alright, Professor Sasuke enters the building to begin your Sengoku history lesson.”

We spent the next few hours staying up, Sasuke telling me everything he knew. I paid so much more attention than I ever had before when I was in school in the modern day. “There’s a lot that has already been changed.” I said as soon as Sasuke had finished. 

“True.” Sasuke replied. “And those changes might be significant enough to already change this coup.”

“I’m still going to investigate.” I replied. “I…I have a feeling about whoever it was that sent those mercenaries.”

Sasuke nodded. “I’ll let you know if I hear anything.” He said, though I could see guilt hiding in his eyes. “No matter what, you're my friend and I wouldn’t want to see your happiness taken from you.”

“Thank you Sasuke.” I told him. He didn’t have to tell me for me to know…whoever he worked for now, whoever had taught him his newfound ninja skills…was an enemy of Nobunaga. And Sasuke helping me to prevent Nobunaga’s death…that would be a betrayal to whoever his lord was. “I truly appreciate your help. It means a lot to me.”

“Any time.” Sasuke replied, giving me a thumbs up and his signature small smile. “I should probably get going and you should try to get some rest.”

I nodded. “Right, be safe out there.”

“You, too.”

I spent the next few days preparing for the upcoming battle as well as putting more effort into the investigation. My gut was telling me whoever it was that had sent those mercenaries would be the one that started the coup.

“Is it just me or does something seem off with Lord Ava lately?” Sato asked Jiro as the two exited a council where Ava had given them more of the details of the upcoming plans as well as some new orders.

Jiro nodded. “Yes. I’ve noticed her lantern lit late into the night.”

“And she’s been sending out more men to investigate the mercenaries and who might have sent them.” Sato replied. “It seems she’s rather…worried about it.”

“If there is an unknown, it could interfere with things in the upcoming battle.” Jiro agreed.

“But it seems like more than that.” Sato replied. “It’s like…there’s some worry that she won’t voice…one that’s just hanging over her head.”

“I am sure she will tell us when the time is right.” Jiro replied.

“I hope so.” Sato said.

“We just have to continue to support her as we always have.”

Sato nodded. “Yeah…but I still want to know what she’s so worried about and why she’s so focused on those mercenaries.”

“I know…I think it might be a mixture of pride because it happened in her land and wanting to prove herself as part of the alliance…” Jiro replied.

“And the bigger part would be that she’s afraid of losing someone else important to her.” Sato replied. “You know how she was after Lord Riku and Lady Kaede…she loved them so much and seeing them cut down like that…losing them like that…”

“She’s more determined than ever not to lose anyone else.” Jiro agreed. “But Lord Nobunaga is very strong and so is Lord Ava.”

“Yes they both are, but they are still human.” Sato replied. “I just hope… maybe once she’s able to see him again it won’t be so bad…”

Meanwhile in a secluded forest cabin somewhere between Ava’s land and Azuchi…

Ranmaru sat on the floor across from his master. “So that is what his next move is. He’s going to go for that territory with the help of a new ally, Lord Yamada.”

“I see. How anyone can ally with that devil is beyond me.” The large bear of a man that was his master replied. “We will watch and wait for the right moment to strike.”

“Yes, Master.” Ranmaru replied.

“You should return before anyone notices you are gone.”

Ranmaru nodded. “Right.” He then left the cabin, his heart heavy. He wanted to bring his master peace…but was this truly the right way? Was destroying Nobunaga and everyone else in Azuchi the only way to save his master? Could he live with himself after, just so long as his master was happy?

Another man came in the cabin,almost as soon as Ranmaru had left, clad in black and bowed. “Abbott, I have a report.” The man in black said.

“What is it?” The large man with a scar across his face said.

“There are rumors that that devil has taken on a lover. A woman he even intends on taking with him to the next battle.”

“Really?”

The subordinate nodded. “Yes Abbott. They say her name is Ava and that the devil is rather fond of her.”

“We may have just found our way to take the devil down.” The Abbott replied, a cruel and bitter smile on his face, though sadness lingered in his dark eyes.

The man bowed before exiting, leaving his master alone with his thoughts. The abbott solemnly bowed his head, his eyes closed. “Forgive me for what I must do.”

[imthefemalemonster]

Daemon with “There is no way anyone in this place is that innocent” “I guess I am?” “Not after I’m done with you.”

and “Gosh, you're so innocent it makes me want to do things to you.”

Cuz I’m a slut for innocent Aemond and pervert Daemon corrupting his nephew’s innocence

Here it is anon! Sorry it took so long, hope you enjoy it ~

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⸻Innoncence

Daemond - Daemon Targaryen x Aemond Targaryen (Smut)

⸻ Summary: Daemon pays a spicy visit to his nephew Aemond in the library.

Tags: Adults Versions of Characters, PWP, Anal Sex, DP, Dildo, Hand Jobs, Kissing, Daddy kink, (if you blink), Top!Daemon, Bottom!Aemond, Clothed Sex, Orgasm

⸻ Read on Ao3

Notes: I don’t know how medieval dildos work but I wanted to write something more spicy and this was very funny to do - requested by anon on tumblr! - hope you enjoy it. ♡

Tumblr for ideas/requests: @imthefemalemonster

Prompts requested (from here): “There is no way anyone in this place is that innocent.” "I guess I am?” “Not after I’m done with you.” + “Gosh, you’re so innocent it makes me want to do things to you.”

⸻ Words: 4484

The sun cast its last rays as the library was emptying itself, leaving only a few readers lost in their books. After a long morning at the training grounds and a few meetings, Aemond had hidden himself in one of his favorite places, alone, between books and parchments most people wouldn’t pay attention to. The air was heavy with dust, silent apart from fingers scratching paper and murmuring voices that sounded more like a puff of wind than actual human voices.

Aemond’s calm was interrupted as he heard men rushing outside the library, boots nonchalantly hitting the floor in an irregular and particularly unpleasant rhythm. He didn’t move, too immersed in his book, nobody ever dared to disturb him, today was no different, he thought. But his routine collapsed with his uncle’s, as Daemon had entered the library, looking around like he was searching for something very precise. He advanced between the aging shelfs before noticing Aemond and walking toward him.

“Nephew”, he greeted, leaning above the younger man’s shoulders.

“What are you doing here?”, snarled Aemond, closing his book, very focused on showing he was not happy to be bothered.

“I was bored”, explained Daemon, not worried in the slightest about Aemond's visible irritation, “Rhaenyra went out, the boys and girls are in their rooms…”

“Excellent”, mocked Aemond, “I do not know what it has to do with me but I like myself as a company, you have plenty of books to keep you busy.”

Daemon smiled, stepping back and placing himself half seated on the desk, still staring at Aemond.

“Defensive…”, he breathed, “I came to see you actually… I’ve seen you earlier.”

“What does that mean?”, asked Aemond, avoiding his uncle’s gaze as he cleaned his desk.

“I’ve seen your smile.”

Aemond raised his only eye, confused.

“And what does that mean?”, commented Aemond, brain buzzing with questions as to why his uncle was really here, “If you came just to mock me because you are bored, it’s working, it’s annoying me. Now that you have what you want, I’ll take my leave.”

“I have not come to annoy you. I saw you wanted me.”

There was a silence, it lasted seconds but felt like hours.

“God old man”, sighed Aemond, breaking the heavy tension in the library now completely empty. Sweat running along his neck, hands moist, his body reacted to these few words, “You might want to be more specific”, he stood up, trying to keep his composure as he was now facing Daemon.

“When I decapitated a man”, smirked Daemon, “You had the biggest smile I had ever seen.”

“And?”

“And? I thought it was cute.”

Aemond shook his head

“No you don’t.”, his cheeks felt hot. He prayed Daemon wouldn’t notice it.

“Did I impress you?”

Too late.

“You really didn’t.”

“I would have expected disgust.”, remarked Daemon, “But you looked like you appreciated the scene.”

“Surprised? What is a man half head falling on the floor? I was raised harder than this.”

Daemon bursted out laughing, raising a finger toward Aemond, pressing it on his leathered top.

“Raised hard?”, he continued laughing, “A prince in King’s Landing? Never set foot on a battlefield, only shows off at the training grounds-”

“I’ve lost an-”

“Eye. Yes I know.”, sighed Daemon, “You also claimed a dragon, I know the story boy, I was here.”

“The biggest dragon.”

“Hm, we’ll see about that.”

Aemond frowned his eyebrows at the comment, pushing Daemon's finger away. The older man only shrugged his shoulders, steadying himself on the desk with one hand, leaning in closer to Aemond, his nephew’s face slightly towering his own.

“Act like a man with a book in one hand, sword in the other, threatening kids, but in front of me I don’t see more than a mommy’s little boy.”, murmured Daemon.

Aemond sighed as he picked up his books, ready to leave, avoiding Daemon’s insistent stare. The older man stopped him, moving in front of his body, moving threateningly as he locked the younger man between his broad figure and the desk. Aemond said nothing but his single eye burned with both annoyance and something else he wished wasn’t here.

“Does it have pretty girls in it?”, asked Daemon, tapping on the book with a finger.

Aemond pressed the books harder against his chest, like a maid with some sheets.

“Or boys”, smiled Daemon, “If you prefer.”

“I don’t prefer anything, I’m good.”, Aemond cheeks had slightly reddened, it didn’t go unnoticed as his uncle smirked.

“I used to read a lot”, continued Daemon, “Won’t hide I liked these stories, sometimes poems, about these pretty young maidens or horsemen…”

“I-I don’t read that kind of books”, stuttered Aemond, he hated how the older man’s presence both impressed and aroused him. He wished he could stand tall and face him, but in reality he only wanted to crawl in his arms and be held like a son in his father’s arms.

“A loss for you”, pouted Daemon, sounding almost sincere, “Could teach you some… things”, he mewled as a finger brushed his nephew’s arms, sending shivers down Aemond’s spine.

“I’m not interested.”, he lied. Aemond had definitely read some of these virgins maids’ stories, maybe even written some that would match to his own fantasies. Those involving an older man strangely resembling him, for example. He wanted to bury this deep inside him, trying not to think about it as he felt like Daemon could read into him like an open book, a fantastic erotic poem.

“It’s not even sex all the time”. Daemon raised an eyebrow, “If that disturbs you…”

“It doesn’t!”, Aemond raised his voice, he wanted to sound confident, he only sounded like a child, “It’s just not my thing.”

“Raised hard”, cooed Daemon, “But not good at lying.”

“How can you tell?”, questioned Aemond. He was done for. Daemon knew everything, and more.

“Strange to me that you are pressed against your uncle, you let his finger roam on your clothes, and you are not running away?”

“I’m n-not-”, murmured Aemond. Oh he was, he really was.

“There is no way anyone in this place is that innocent.”

"I guess I am?”, mockingly said Aemond. Moving his hips closer, tearing a groan out of Daemon, it sounded like honey to his ears.

Daemon caught his sharp face between his fingers, thumb languidly caressing the younger man's chin, eyes hungry with a newfound desire.

“Not after I’m done with you.”, he rasped. Aemond's heart stopped beating.

The air was thick with tension, but the kiss that followed broke it, shattering it like a thousand glasses thrown onto the floor. It was not kind, but still loving, a kind of love and desire Aemond craved. Erections pushed into another, Daemon was eating those soft lips, uncaring for the loud noises escaping his lips as he relentlessly attacked his nephew's lower lip, biting it, sucking it. Wet noises mixed with Aemond loud moans, there was no defiance to have anymore, he wanted to let Daemon know he liked it. He was is. Daemon had claimed him the moment he entered the library, Aemond had let him in the moment Vaemond Velaryon’s head hit the floor.

“You really just love to fuck yourself don’t you”, whispered Aemond, breaking the kiss, the two men intoxicated in the other scent and wetness, “Narcissist.”

Daemon laughed. It was bold from a Targaryen, but quite true.

“You’re just a little wannabe me aren’t you?”. Daemon reached for the boy’s burning red cheeks, a hand locking his face in place as the other ventured on his nephew’s top, fingers slowly undoing it.

“I won’t be another trophy.”

“Oh really?”, pouted Daemon, “When I lift you up, won’t be much of a difference, right Nephew?”

“I’m innocent, not stupid.”

Daemon laughed.

“Not blind either.”

“But hard.”, mewled Aemond. Daemon's eyes happily widened as he felt the younger man shyly rub against him.

“Gosh, you’re so innocent it makes me want to do things to you.”, Daemon reciprocated the motions, grinding himself against Aemond as his hands left his face and chest to lift him up, sitting him on the desk and placing himself between his legs.

Aemond blushed, he was ready to beg for everything in the world and more. He was new to this, but his wildest dreams and fantasies weren’t. Not that he was particularly interested in Targaryen’s customs, but secretly, because his dignity and composure was more important than everything else, he had admired Daemon for so long. There were as many things he hated about him that he loved. Maybe he wanted to be the very thing he hated about Daemon. He wanted to be feared, respected, privileged, loved. He bit his lips, he wanted to be loved by one particular person, just like Daemon was.

“I’ve got a surprise for you, pretty boy”, murmured Daemon against the younger man’s ear, his breath burning the sensitive skin, words echoing through Aemond’s body.

Blushing, Aemond nodded, convinced the surprise was probably to be taken like a whore on the very desk, pleading and begging for more. But Daemon was slow and mysterious, he moved his lips to the white pearl neck, a hand reaching for Aemond hair, untying them as he eagerly ran a hand through them, making them as messy as his nephew’s skin under his kisses and bites. Lips parted, Aemond held himself on Daemon’s shoulders, aroused breaths leaving his mouth as the older man pulled on his hair. The Rogue Prince’s other hand ran down the boy's exposed chest, nails scratching the skin, murmuring some ‘good boy, good boy’ along the way, fingers hungrily reaching for Aemond’s crotch, pressing on it, ripping up desperate sobs from his nephew. He was terribly hard, just like him, and needy as the felt the boy shiver under the touch

“Take the thing out of my pocket”, ordered Daemon.

Aemond hesitated a second, not because he didn’t want to but because he was simply confused at the order. What thing? His hand brushed Daemon's waist, hip, until it felt something hard, very hard, almost like a hilt inside his pocket, but it was not Daemon’s sword, Dark Sister wasn’t with him now. He took the object out, it was wooden from the texture he felt, like a very short staff which looked like it had veins on it, similar to tree’s roots. He observed the object, it was not roots nor a staff, it resembled a cock and Aemond had little to no idea what you could do with that. Was it meant to impress him, mock him?

“Do you know what this is?”, asked Daemon, tilting his head, pressing soft kissing on Aemond cheek, fingers running on his swollen lips. His free hand slowly undid Aemond pants, soft gasp escaping the prince as the hot air hit his hard shaft, still trying to focus on the object.

“Y-you carved a cock?”, questioned Aemond, he felt Daemon dry fingers caressing his cock, he was about to lose his mind to this.

“That’s not for decorating.”

“T-thanks god”, huffled Aemond, moving against the fingers, “Not particularly p-pretty.”

“I thought it would be funnier with a little toy.”, Daemon smiled, leaving a little peck on Aemond's lips, the one-eyed man’s lower body rubbing against him now.

Aemond blushed, stopping his motion, cheeks ablaze as he realized.

“You a-actually prepared that.”

Daemon laughed, nodding his head with close to no shame on his face.

“That’s…”, Aemond was taken aback, “That’s v-very depraved.”

“You are sitting cock out and hard, rubbing against your uncle, kissing him like a thirsty man in a desert, but a wooden cock is depraved?”, Daemon smirked, “Tell me more, love.”

Aemond looked away for a moment, a hand still on the object, the other on his uncle’s shoulder. Part of him knew, but he still wanted to ask because it was too good to hear Daemon tell him everything he would do to him.

“W-what am I supposed to do with it?”

Daemon smiled.

“Listen to me pretty, innocent boy.”, he rasped, lips brushing Aemond’s, “You are going to be a good boy, yes?”, he awaited a response, it took a moment for Aemond to react but he nodded, “Good boy. You and I are going to have a little fun tonight. Because you can’t walk these corridors with confidence, dance on those training grounds like you are untouchable, make these blonde hair all pretty, and not expect me to come and eat you whole when I can.” Daemon stopped a moment, observing Aemond, expecting an ounce of disagreement but the younger man was drinking his words and praises like water after a training session. “So here is what’s going to happen baby boy. Uncle is very hard and needy, and you have pretty hands and a pretty mouth”, there were so close, breathing each other air, drunk in the scent, “So you are going to wet and suck that toy with your mouth, and you’re going to make me harder with these pretty hands, so when I’m hard and wet, I’ll fuck you open with my cock and toy, hard enough you won’t walk straight for days.” He stopped, there was too much to process for Aemond he probably lost him half way, “You would do that for me right? You would make your uncle happy?”

“I-I’m not”, Aemond moaned as Daemon pressed himself harder against him, “I can’t t-take both.”

“Ssh”. Daemon bit the boy’s lower lip, sucking it into his mouth, “We are going to prepare you for that right. You are going to give me that pretty usable, manhandled body, and I’ll make us feel so good. You’re going to be a good whore for me, right Aemond?”

Aemond paused, his uncle had removed his hand from his cock. He was needy with friction, dizzy, head buzzing with a hundred thoughts it could explode at any moment. But through the fog he could see one thing, Daemon, the very thing he craved for. Gods be damned, it was their moment, may they be witnesses and judges of it. He nodded, nose brushing against his uncle’s.

“You little brat”, husked Daemon, “Good little fuckable whore. Shall we?”

Aemond wasn’t sure what he had to do, so he waited, hands moving around Daemon’s sweaty neck, hair perfect compared to the mess his own were.

“Open your mouth”, commanded Daemon, “Take your tongue out, fuck your mouth with the toy. Be noisy. I want to hear you like it.”

The taste was weird at first, it was like licking a table. Not like Aemond had done it before, but the inanimate hardness of it felt strange on his tongue. He moved the wooden object up and down his cock, licking around the top, lips closing around the head. He had no idea how to actually suck cock, he must have looked ridiculous, but Daemon's eyes were telling him otherwise as he seemed lost in the lustful sight of his nephew's swollen lips around his toy.

“Get your other hand on my cock, stroke it.”, continued Daemon. It felt like a very perverted dance, two partners embraced in an obscene scene. Daemon had freed himself, waiting for Aemond to take him in hand, he grabbed the boy's thin waist holding him steady on the desk as the boy was working both his cock and mouth. Aemond moaned around the toy, hand moving hazardly around Daemon’s member, it was dry and not particularly enjoyable as he felt like scratching the skin and burning it rather than stroking it. But Daemon didn’t seem to mind, hips slowly moving following Aemond movement, heatedly fucking himself in the younger palm.

“Good thing I finally got to abuse this body. Would be a waste if nobody made the most out of it.”, rasped Daemon, “Good thing it’s me, mine only.”

Aemond moaned, saliva coating the toy, hitting deeper in his mouth, precum on his hand as he continued to rub Daemon’s cock. His movements had sped up, toy reaching spots he didn’t think were attainable inside his mouth, moaning loudly around it like Daemon asked. Fingers dug in the younger man's waist, Daemon raised a hand to grab at Aemond chest, a sob escaping the boy as he massaged the skin, palm pressed against a hard nipple.

“Fucking perfect”, he growned, “Ruinable skin, whorish moans, little needy nipples.”, a vile smirk on his lips, his hips moved faster in Aemond hand, mixed between satisfying pain and pleasant rubs in his nephew’s palm, coated with sweat and precum. Daemon wanted to possess his whole body. His hand grabbing at the chest, like he would grope a girl’s boob, but it was his nephew and it was even better. The sight: Aemond flushed visage face-fucking himself on a toy, dignity and innocence lost to depravity, his hard cock in the now expert hands, fingers playing with a nipple, twisting it savoring the noises Aemond made around the wood as he perversely pinched the sensitive bud, the younger’s man cock leaking, red and cute, resting on his belly were Daemon only wished he was nestled.

“Fucking hells”, he murmured, Aemond sobs and moans filling the room, hardening and excited at the idea he could be caught in the middle of ruining his nephew. He they were, he would make sure the person would never forget, that his obscenity would be imprinted in their mind as hard as Aemond was going to take him deep.

“Good boy, enough now.”, Aemond cried out when Daemon forcefully took the toy out of his mouth. He couldn’t know how much time had passed since he had been eating the wooden object, but the flavor was printed on his tongue. “Good fucking dog”, groaned Daemon, attacking his nephew’s needy mouth. The younger man answered without hesitation, fucking each other mouth with grandiose obscenity, saliva and sweat mixing, tongues fighting inside Aemond.

Daemon moved back, breaking the kiss and any contact he had with Aemond. Surprised, Aemond cried out at the loss, hands reaching for his uncle like a babe. Daemon would have loved to comment on how needy the boy already was despite his evident innocence a few minutes ago, but his mind was only filled with the need to get Aemond ass down his cock and have him beg for the double penetration. Cocks angry, toy wet like a nude body under the rain, Daemon took a moment to observe, admire.

“On your belly”, he ordered, “On the desk.”

He was surprised at how fast Aemond obeyed. He had not yet fucked all the dignity out of the boy but his nephew was ready to fall on his knees. He hummed happily. Aemond got off the table, turning back, a smirk on his lips, body leaning in, opening himself wide, ass and legs for his uncle.

“That’s a view some would kill for.”, groaned Daemon, holding onto the very few last pieces of patience he had.

Aemond smiled, face against the table, single eye turned to his uncle, back arched the best he could. He hoped he looked fuckable, desirable, not so innocent. It was better than any of his fantasies.

“Say it.”, husked Daemon.

The younger man parted his lips, a breath escaping him but no words. He frowned his eyebrow, doe lilac eye wide toward his uncle, feigning not to understand. A few seconds passed, Daemon losing his patience, but still amused.

“Acting like a prude, virtuous little innocent maiden is definitely making me want to fuck your ass harder, baby boy.”, Daemon leaned in, cock lazily rubbing against Aemond entrance, ripping a soft moan out of him, “But I need you to say it. What is your uncle going to do to you?”

“Pervert”, moaned Aemond, moving back against his uncle’s hard length.

“Wrong answer. And you are also a little pretty fuckable slut to me.”

“Then do it.”

Daemon laughed, he loved this boy, he was going to ruin him.

“Do what?”

“Fuck me Uncle!”, moaned Aemond, voice heavy with wetness and saliva.

“Good boy, I’m going to sink you down my cock with that toy, and watch you break apart as I fuck you rough, just like that little brat ass deserves.”

Pressing the wooden object against Aemond entrance, the younger man moaned at the intrusion, pushing slowly against the sensitive, virgin rim. The sensation was unpleasant at first, Aemond teared up when the inanimate head entered, a gasp leaving his mouth feeling himself ripped apart. Daemon was breathing heavily, surprised seeing Aemond suck the toy up his ass so well. It was halfway in, wooden veins scratching the boy’s sensitive skin, leaving him breathless. Daemon bit his lips, cock leaking and throbbing, thinking about Aemond playing with his own fingers, drunk on imagining it was probably about him that he was fantasizing about while he sobbed and moaned around his digits.

“Idiot I was thinking you were innocent, can’t believe Prince Aemond Targaryen has fingered himself open.”, howled Daemon, “Wonder what the Gods and his virtuous mother would think…”. The idea watered his mouth, cock pressing against the younger Prince’s hole, next to the toy.

“O-only a few t-times”, he moaned, unsure if he wanted it to sound like an excuse or a invitation. Aemond was focused on his legs, praying for his body not to give up as he gathered all his strengths, holding the table, joints going white as Daemon fucked the toy in and out him at a languid pace. He could feel every curve, every wooden veins, every default and details on the toy penetrating him, hot and eager with feeling Daemon hungry member against him. His own cock pressed against the table, hard and painful, hopefully unpleasantly rubbing against the desk as he moved against Daemon.

“Ready sweet boy?”, cooed the Rogue Prince, mind and mouth full of obscenity.

Aemond couldn’t answer, no words came out of his mouth, he could only mewls and moans as he felt Daemon's eager cock press against his hole, next to the toy. Aemond wanted to scream but his throat was sore, empty. The moment the cock entered he felt like he was torn apart, split in half. But Daemon’s cock, as hard as it was, was still softer than the wooden toy, the mixture of both the hard members inside him being delicious, making him delirious. Only the head was in, hungry and animal, Daemon was still conscious to go slow, every barrier of his sanity broken, but yet it wasn’t about hurting, it was about making sure his cock would be so imprinted inside Aemond he would only think about it each time he sat down.

“U-unccl-”, Aemond was incoherent, noises escaping his mouth

“Good boy, you’re taking it so well.”, purred Daemon, grabbing Aemond waist with one hand, starting to move in and out slowly, the other hand on the toy, keeping it in place, “Baby Prince taking two cocks. What a brave, brave slut.”

Setting a steady but harsh pace, Daemon closed his eyes, finally losing himself in the heat of the room, inside his tight nephew, his walls clenching around him, compressing him so hard inside the pain felt so good. The wetness of the act, the noises of skin against skin, hips crushing into another, the leather melting on both of the men’s burning skins. Riding his nephew like it would never happen again, finger dug in his waist, Daemon groaned noisily. Nobody had caught them to his grand disappointment, but the sobs, the tight ass around his cock and toy, the view were enough to satisfy him. Moving back and forth, standing on his tiptoe, pounding inside Aemond, crushing him against the table like he wanted him to go through.

Taking the toy out without warning, Aemond gasped at the single presence of Daemon’s cock inside him now. It was not odd like the wooden object, it was soft and hot, reassuring almost. Like a very loving hug, a tender caress, except it was his uncle rough fucking him, but still it was better than anything he had ever experienced with his fingers. Probably better than any of Daemon’s books.

Grabbing a handful of Aemond hair, Daemon harshly pulled on them, having the younger man hardly stand up, orgasm building up, close, his entire body oversensitive and legs close to give up.

“Hands on the desk, steady yourself while Uncle fucks you good, little whore”, ordered Daemon, letting go of the boy’s hair to grasp his waist, pounding inside with desperate need and absolute perversity, “Don’t touch yourself.”, he commanded. Aemond whined but obeyed, he wanted to jerk himself off at the same rhythm Daemon was fucking inside him, cock hard and painful from the friction with the desk. His belly was hot, he was sweaty, he felt his legs shiver, hands shaking as he grabbed the table the best he could. Daemon bestial groans and erratic thrusts pushed him over the edge as he came all over the desk and himself, screaming his uncle’s name.

“Fucking hells!”, laughed Daemon, visibly proud, “Pretty boy, all that cum for me.” The Rogue Prince felt the boy’s body go limp, he wouldn’t hold up much longer. Daemon caught him, an arm around his chest, kissing his back softly, cock still buried deep inside him but no moving anymore.

“On your knees, pretty boy.”, he whispered softly into Aemond's ear, the younger Prince nodded, breathing heavily, dizzy, mind absent from the orgasm.

Taking his cock out, painfully hard, Daemon guided him down gently, caressing his hair like a pet. Aemond raised his head, single eye hungry, lips parted, tongue slightly out.

“You did good my little boy, time for a reward.”, purred Daemon. “Can’t fucking breed you even if I wished. Gonna come on that pretty face and ruin you even more, from face to ass. I’ll take every second, minute, or hour to admire you with my seed dripping on your pretty face.” And the view was splendid; the confident Prince, messy hair, sweaty face, chest open and bruised from bites and kisses, flaccid cock hanging between his shivering legs, hands on his knees, mouth open, waiting for Daemon. The Rogue Prince languidly stroked his cock, just above Aemond tilted head, the boy so calm, breathing sounding almost asleep. Daemon was close, in only a few more thrusts in his palm he came, white droplets painting Aemond red cheeks, a beautiful contrast, obscene rain flowing on his face, eyepatch. Milking every last drop of seed out of his cock, making sure he wouldn’t miss any hitting Aemond’s face, Daemon smiled. Content, pleased, fulfilled.

“Good little Targaryen”, smirked Daemon, “Another one fucked.”

Too dizzy, too tired to think, Aemond frowned his eyebrow forcing his brain to compute Daemon’s words. He smiled briefly. Pervert. Maybe there was a solution to family quarrels after all.

[aylabex]

It was a thousand-piece jigsaw puzzle, three times my typical size. Three hundred and fifty is the number I gravitate to; it’s the size I can open, finish, and clean up in one afternoon. But it was vacation, and I wanted to go big... or something equally foolish.

It was the third day, and the puzzle was almost done. There were only fifty pieces left, and they were those difficult ones that all look the same (a cloudless patch of sky) where all you can do is try pieces until one clicks into place. This isn’t the most stimulating part of a puzzle, but I don’t do puzzles for that. I do them to relax. They organize my mind, so to speak. 

I have two cats named Yaki and Soba. Their names started out as a joke and a love for Japanese noodles, but they stuck like a cooked noodle thrown at the kitchen ceiling.

Soba wanted the cupboard perch above where I was working, but Yaki was already there. Soba did not know this, and she wasn’t one to share. No, she would get up there, hiss loudly for at least fifteen seconds, and jump onto the table. She was surprisingly loud and heavy-pawed for a seven-pound cat, and there was no question she would mess up my puzzle. 

I gently redirected Soba three times, but she would not be thwarted. So I let her learn the hard way (I was the only one learning anything here), and it happened just as I imagined. When Soba landed on the table and part of the completed puzzle, the cat and a section of the puzzle slid off the side. The cat landed on her feet and stalked off with an angry flick of her tail. The puzzle pieces broke apart and landed in a heap.

I stared at the pile, all that hard work, and felt the excitement of almost being done dry up like a drop of water on a sunbaked rock.

Whew. So relaxing.

I gathered the pieces off the floor and got back to work, reminding myself that Soba didn’t mean to be an asshole. After a while, the puzzle was done. Almost. There was one empty spot, one piece left… and I didn’t know where it was. I was on my hands and knees, looking under the couch, the mantra of my mind spinning yarn: “It’s not a big deal. It’s not a big deal. It’s not a big deal.” 

That’s when Yaki decided to descend from her perch. 

Yaki is the bigger cat, eleven and a half pounds, but she made no noise as she jumped down, weaving through the three-tiered cat tree to reach the floor (using it for its intended purpose). She stayed off the table altogether, which I appreciated.

Yaki sat down by the door. She’s my talker, my talky-Yaki, but she didn’t make a sound, just sat and blinked at me. 

“Do you want to go out?”

Stare. Blink. Stare.

Have you noticed how huge cat’s eyes are, like, really noticed?

I went to open the door… and there was the puzzle piece. Yaki was sitting beside it, her tail curled to fence it in.

How did it get way over here?

Did this cat find my missing piece? 

Impossible.

I picked up my piece, and Yaki sauntered away, tail in the air.

I feel like God was trying to teach me something here, or maybe one or both of my cats was (and really, are cats not little gods?)

But what cosmic lesson am I supposed to learn?

“Would this person/creature/diety help me fix a puzzle they broke?” 

Or better yet—

“Would this person/creature/diety help me fix a puzzle they did NOT break?”

Or maybe I’m just reading into it. Yaki couldn’t have known I was looking for the piece or where it was, right? And Soba is a dramatic, impatient, unobservant, heavy-footed cat, and those are a pawful of personality traits bound to create chaos and broken puzzles.

Besides, Soba doesn’t have thumbs; how was she supposed to help me fix the puzzle?

(But did she really have to be angrier about it than I was?)

Ah, the mystery that is living with cats.