#but i would never go as far as to be so brazen and bold to someones face without being approved to do so

[mysticdeath]

skipping the pleasantries, while i consider myself highly critical of the tvdu, i am still very cautious about the things i say and do in front of other people. i would never belittle a character or ship someone writes to their face, nor would i tear apart the things they choose to hold as canon simply because it does not align with my own thoughts. i would never allow my personal feelings of certain characters to bleed into my writing and affect how my muses act to those characters. and unless prompted, i will never share my personal thoughts and feelings on specific subjects. i would appreciate if this could be a sentiment that is returned.

[girlwiththoughts13]

No place for a Dragon

Aemond Targaryen x F!reader

Warnings: Targ-cest/ smut!

Word count: 1k

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The cold winds and bitter snow that dust over your skin feels far more harsh against the heat your body naturally emits. The frigid temperatures of Winterfell is no place for a dragon. The thought of remaining here until the ends of your days is more frightening than the prospect of marriage. For the lord stark is a kind and honorable man, that rarity alone makes your dreadful thoughts gently fade.

Despite this union being an arranged one-all to strengthen the north as a ally for your mother Rhaenrya- Cregan Stark had done his best the last 2 sennights of your residence in the foreboding halls to quail your concerns of a loveless marriage. He vowed to aways be faithful, and in time, come to love you as deeply as a man loves a woman.

There was no doubt you would preform your duties and give the wolf of the north your companionship, your body, and your name, but your heart was not as compliant.

It's not that you didn't find him attractive or kind or all the things a lady would hope for in a future husband; however your heart simply did not beat, at his more than adequate attributes.

How you wished to rip put your own heart, tear it asunder and remold it to fit the lord stark. He may speak true, as the years come love will grow.

In the main Hall of the keep you clutch onto the furs wrapped around your shoulders and await to meet the kinslayer himself. It has been long since you set your eyes upon your uncle. It seems he is still as brazen as ever, showing up to a house that went against Aegon's claim and alone at that. You wondered what was crossing through his mind. Did he think to take on the soldiers on his own? Even vhagar would not be able to defeat thousands of angry northern men.

Regardless of the trap you suspected, if able, capturing the second son of the whore Queen would be a feat for your side.

Lord stark stood beside you, jaw set and hand tightened around his sword. You could feel his eyes move to the side of your face, no doubt blaming you for the arrival of the man with the largest dragon in the known world.

Continuing to stare straight you decide to break the thick silence. "Will you turn me in to save your house?" The worry has set in your thoughts since the circling of the monstrous beast was spotted. Aemond surely is not here to discuss the notion of peace.

"Do you think so low of me?" You finally meet his gaze and find nothing short of offense, Starks were no oath breakers, to be accused by his betrothed of all people, made him believe he was not doing enough for you or the war efforts.

Before you could answer, the large wooden doors creaked open snapping your stare to the approaching men.

Four men surrounded the dragon prince as they walked, ensuring he did not try to assassinate there liege lord or their princess.

When the men came to a halt your betrothed stepped forward shielding you from view.

"I'd say I admire your boldness but I believe it's just stupidity that has lead you to my lands" Cregan spoke with clear distain and although his back was to you, you know his face is just as thunderous.

"I had to see for myself if the rumors were true, my dear niece being sold off. Tell me Lord Stark has she spread her legs for you yet? If she's anything like her mother then I suppose that answers that." Aemond speaks with a cruel tone and a smirk that never falters splayed across his face. The allegations against you and your mother, wretches a small gasp from your lips.

"How dare you, come here, dishonor Lord Stark and spew vile insults toward my mother the Queen and her daughter? I could have your head for that, send it to your bitch of a mother" The sudden sound of your voice and the threat against his mother struck a nerve if the hard-set in his eye was anything to go by.

"Nyke gōntan daor māzigon kesīr naejot vīlībagon nyke jorrāelagon naejot ȳdragon lēda ao mērī" I did not come here to fight I need to speak with you, alone. His switch to your mother tongue was a obvious slight to Cregan, but you had not time to dwell on that, not when he was asking the impossible of you.

You did not give him the satisfaction of answering him in your native language. "Do you think I'd go anywhere with you alone? So that you may slit my throat or worse take me to the red keep as a hostage of the usurpers?"

"Give me one reason not to string you up? Or send you to the Dragon Queen?" Cregan obviously had picked up on Aemond's intentions and had begun to reach his limits of his presence.

The sinister smile returned on Aemond's face, making your blood run cold, knowing his hand was about to be revealed. "You're right. You could kill me right now or keep me as a prisoner, but not before Vhager burns this entire castle to the ground. I am prepared to meet my maker, are you Lord Stark?"

The Lord of Winterfell goes to rebuttal such a threat but Aemond continues. "Or, niece, we could have civil conversation, after which I promise to return you to your pup."

You step around Cregan, prompting him to reach his hand out to stop you from advancing. He gives you a pointed look, one you return.

You place your hand atop his to soothe his worries. You lean up to his ear and he angles his face down to meet yours. "I'll be okay, your house shouldn't suffer over a mere denial of conversation" The whisper of your voice reaches him and only him. You pull away to show your resolve leaning up once more to press a firm kiss on his cheek. Squeezing his arm as you pass.

Reaching Aemond he holds out his own arm to you, one you ignore. He lets out a chuckle and gives his head a light shake.

As you walk Aemond tells you of a cottage he happened upon, a near by place he had left Vhagar awaiting his return. Although you hate the idea of leaving the safety of Winterfell grounds, Aemond will not budge to a private audience in your quarters, therefore you walk silently beside him.

You stop walking when you both reach the door of the quaint cottage. Vhagar a little off to the side puffing out hot air, that reaches you from where you stand. He looks back at you with amusement. "Scared niece?"

Donning a smirk of your own you proceed onward aware of the mistake you were making and finding you did not care at all.

"Ohh.. Fuck!" The moans run out of your open mouth as your slammed up and down on Aemond's cock in rapid motions. The echo of your skins clapping together Is heard throughout the small space and should any one happen to find themselves taking a stroll near the grounds would surely hear the raptures of your pure pleasure.

Aemond latches onto your bouncing tit, suckling at your nipple and bringing a hand to knead the other. His free hand that rested upon your lower back, reaches up to take a strong hold on the back of your head, yanking the sliver tresses back from where you hidden your head in the crook of his neck.

He moves his feet to root them to the ground, to meet your thrust, your rhythm restrained by the small chair you ride him on.

"Does your pup still believe you a maiden?" His thrust growing harsher at the mention of your intended. "Does he know I've ruined you? Gotten deep inside this tight cunt and imprinted my name on the mouth of your womb?" It is a wonder he speaks as if not strained from supporting your weight atop him and the excursion of fucking up into you.

There is no desire within you to answer. You wish to forget of the realities of the outside world and be here and now. Feeling his warm skin on yours creating fire that stokes you completely alight. This will be the last time you lay together the war of fire and blood rearing its rotten head. You realize that was the reason for this. Showing up and demanding an audience with you. Risking his life for one more night with his princess, his niece, his love.

You place one small palm on his mouth to stop more vulgarness from spewing out. "Just shut up and fuck me harder, unless the dragon would like to yield to the wolf?" Aemond lets out a growl and winds his arms around you, standing to his full height with you in his arms. He manages to stay inside you as he walks you to the near by table. When he sets you down he pushes down on your stomach to lay your back flat against it,

The way he was fucking you earlier has nothing on the way he pounded into you now, practically embedding your skin in the oak of the table. Aemond has one hand on your hip and the other comes up to wrap tightly around your throat cutting off your air immediately. Your hand grabs his wrist but you make no attempt to free yourself from his grasp. Despite the circumstances there is no fear in your body, instead you find hot arousal, one that makes your already wet cunt gush more liquid at the base of his cock.

"My, my, look at this, what a sight" You glance up at him, his eye trained directly on the place where his cock disappears within you.

His deft fingers circle up to your clit and that is your undoing, your legs shake from around his waist and your back arches up, head thrown back, a loud moan tearing through you.

Aemond lifts you up to him, from the gap you made when your back raised off the table. Your head falls on his shoulder, limp from being throughly sated. Gone are the precise thrusts, replaced by quick hard shoves inside you, desperate to reach his peak. Once more he tugs your head back and kisses you deeply passionately, It remind you of when you were children, ignored by your elders and seeking love in each other. Kisses hidden beneath the blanket of darkness.

Aemond's stills and groans quietly as his seed fills you to the very end of you and there is a small part of you that hopes it takes root, so that you may have a piece of him always, even when he is gone.

"I love you" You both whisper, low as if you will be strike down by all the gods if heard.

Mayhap's you have already been scorned by their fury.

[thornybubbles]

Random Gemstone Themed Yandere Prompts with the Jobros.

Warnings: Typical yandere horror stuff, abusive behavior, possible harm towards reader, disturbing situations, good guys gone yandere, anti-comfort, and canon typical violence. Remember that you alone are responsible for what you choose to read. 

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Speedwagon: Prompt 17 -- Unakite- does the yandere have a point of no return or will they eventually realize how dire the consequences of their actions?

As far as yanderes go, Robert is pretty tame. His point of no return would only happen if you were ever harmed in any way. His greatest fear is if you get hurt or worse. Having his greatest fear realized would unlock a side of good ol’ Speedwagon that not even his closest friends have ever seen. Remember, he was a violent thug before he got involved with Jonathan and his quest to put an end to Dio. If anyone was ever dumb enough to put their hands on you he would revert back to his thuggish nature, only worse. It’s not a side of him he ever wanted you to see, but he’ll happily sacrifice his reputation if it means protecting you. 

As far as realizing the consequences of his actions, he’s pretty lucid. He knows that breaking into your home to watch over you as you slept is not only unsettling and inappropriate, but highly illegal. He knows that following you around to keep an eye on you is borderline stalkerish behavior. He doesn’t care though. In his eyes, it's all perfectly justified. He’s extra careful to make sure you never catch him in the act of doing these things, but rest assured that if you ever did he wouldn’t bother lying to you. He’d come right out and tell you exactly why he was doing it. 

“I don’t mean to be overstepping any boundaries, but the world’s gettin’ a lot more dangerous lately. More so than usual. Someone’s gotta look out for you in these dark times and I figure that someone may as well be ol’ Speedwagon.” 

You’ll find it difficult to look into those big, sad, brown eyes and find any fault with him. Speedwagon a stalker? Absurd! Because of this mindset that you have about him, he’ll never really experience any consequences. You’ll just have him walk alongside you instead of trailing behind you in the shadows. 

Caesar: Prompt 9 -- Diamond- what does the yandere want from their ideal darling?

With Caesar it’s all about romance. He’s no stranger to having ladies swooning over his words and actions, but just once he’d like to have someone make the first move or at least offer him something in the way of a challenge. He occasionally finds himself bored when he’s the one doing all the wooing. He flirts and flirts, but nobody ever seems to flirt back. More than even that, he’d like it if his darling didn’t just turn into a blushing mess the moment he put on the charm. Make him work for it!

If he finds you attractive, he’ll flirt the moment he lays eyes on you (though it’s mostly to annoy Joseph… at first). Maybe he goes for the traditional kiss on the back of the hand and instead of just standing there looking up at him all smitten and red-faced, you grab him by the wrist and yank him close. 

“Nuts to that old fashioned stuff! If you’re gonna kiss me, then just kiss me!” you say. 

And then maybe you pull him in for a kiss right on the lips. If you do something bold like that, you’ll completely throw him for a loop. He’ll stand there, feeling like his face is in flames and his heart is going to beat out of his chest. That brazen action of yours may have been the very thing that caused his yandere side to come bubbling up to the surface. You can’t just… you can’t just do that and walk away from him! You just can’t! You better expect him to pursue you now. As far as Caesar is concerned, you and him are practically engaged, so you may as well get used to him being around. 

Kakyoin: Prompt 14 -- Moonstone- are there things that the yandere will hide from darling at all costs?

Noriaki definitely has a dark side. We’ve seen just how bad it can get with his first introduction while he was under the influence of one of DIO’s flesh buds. Even when he is his normal self, Noriaki has a vindictive and violent side. It’s this part of him that he doesn’t want you to see. Ever. He wants you to view him as the polite, somewhat shy boy who always manages to make you swoon without even trying. He wants you to love him, not fear him. 

His dark side is reserved for people who deserve it. Like anyone that tries to interfere with his relationship with you. Let’s say some guy tries to sway you away from him while he’s standing right there: 

“Hey there, hot stuff! Why don’t you come hang out with a real man, like me, instead of this skinny dweeb?” he says as he reaches over and flicks Noriyaki on the forehead, laughing boisterously at the redhead’s displeased expression. 

Suddenly, the guy stops laughing. 

“S-sorry… about th-that…” he stammers with a strange look on his face. “I-I was out of l-line…” 

He then staggers away, staring blankly into the horizon. 

“That was weird.” you say, disturbed by the whole interaction. 

“Probably on drugs or something.” Noriaki comments, disinterested. 

Moments later there is the sound of shrieking tires followed by the sound of a car ramming into a human body. 

“That guy just walked into traffic!” someone shouts. 

You turn your head, but Noriaki is quick to shield your view. 

“You don’t want to see that!” he says as he ushers you away. “Let’s just get out of here before the rubberneckers show up.” 

Not wanting to get caught up in a crowd wanting to see blood and guts, you agree and allow Noriaki to lead you away. Nori’s expression is grim and you wonder if he saw the accident as it happened. It worries you. The last thing Nori needed was more trauma to have nightmares about. Egypt certainly took a toll on him. He still refuses to tell you anything about why he ran away or what he was up to during the time he was gone. All that you know is that whatever happened, it nearly killed him. You lean into him and he holds you close, seemingly grateful for you for just being by his side. 

As you leave the scene, Noriaki calls back Hierophant Green. The Stand slithers out of whatever is left of the lowlife’s body and returns to his master. Noriaki wants to smile in satisfaction, but he refrains. He’s very glad that you can’t see Stands, or else you would be horrified by what he’d just done. 

Okuyasu: Prompt 16 -- Rhodonite- does the yandere want kids and would they force darling into having them?

 (This is assuming that reader can have kids in the first place)

Does Okuyasu want to have kids? OH MY GOD, YES!!! Poor Okuyasu’s family life suffered so badly after his father became one of DIO’s followers. He longs to have a normal family again, or at least as normal as he can have while being a Stand user. Okuyasu sees having kids with you as a means of getting back the family that was taken from him. You can bet that he’ll be a great dad, if not a little over-protective. Okay, maybe more than a little…

As much as he wants a family, he will NEVER force it on you. If you aren’t interested in having kids, he’ll be a little disappointed, but he’ll settle for it just being the two of you alone. 

“I’m… I’m gonna be a dad? Really? Y-you’re not messing with me are you? You really mean it? We’re gonna have a kid?!” he’ll say when you tell him you’re expecting. 

Once you confirm to him that he will indeed be a dad he sinks to his knees and bursts into happy tears. After about ten minutes of that, he’ll dry up and shout, “I gotta go tell Josuke, Koichi, and everybody else in the whole neighborhood!!!” 

Before you can stop him he’s on his way out the door. He returns a moment later, grabs you (gently, of course), plants a long kiss on your lips, then runs out the door again. You stare at the door. He didn’t bother to close it behind him. You shake your head and allow yourself a small smile as you close the door. You love Okuyasu, but now that you were both going to be parents, you were going to have to have a long talk with him about his over-protectiveness. 

Bucciarati: Prompt 8 -- Chrysoprase- how does the yandere deal with heartbreak?

Honestly? Not very well. He should have expected this to happen and he blames himself. It was only a matter of time before you discovered his career as a Mafioso. It’s only natural that such a thing would scare you away. It was bad enough that you wanted to leave him, but the way you looked at him with fear and suspicion as you broke things off absolutely destroyed him. He tried to explain himself, tried to explain what his true intentions were: to destroy the illegal drug trade from the inside out, but it meant nothing to you. You wanted nothing to do with such a lifestyle. It was too dangerous for you and far too frightening. He understands why you want to leave. He really does.

But he doesn’t care. 

He should never have pursued you in the first place. He should never have let himself get involved with a normal citizen that had no connections to either Italy’s underworld or the equally hidden world of Stands and their users. You were right about it being too dangerous for you but he was far too obsessed to let you go. He should have never let himself fall for you so deeply…

It’s far too late now. Not only is he overwhelmingly in love with you, but even if you leave him, you’ll still be a target for his enemies. You’ve already been seen together far too often, so surely some of his enemies know of your connection to him. They will use you to get to him. Most of them will be Stand users, too. You aren’t a Stand user. You will have no way to defend yourself. If you go now, you’ll be putting yourself in harm’s way. You’ll be alone, without him by your side and his enemies would take advantage of that. So, that’s why he has to spirit you away and hide you somewhere that no one will find you. That’s what he tells himself. He deludes himself into thinking that he’s doing it for your own good, but deep down he knows that he just wants to keep you from leaving. And you really are in danger now, so this is mutually beneficial! Even if you don’t love him anymore, he’ll keep you safe… whether you like it or not. 

“Glare at me if you wish. Call me all manner names and swear at me if it makes you feel better. Scream until your throat bleeds. None of it will make any difference. I won’t allow you to put yourself in danger.” he tells you as he unzips your limbs. 

Anasui: Prompt 6 -- Carnelian- how does the yandere deal with their darlings strong will?

Ah yes, one of JJBA’s canon yanderes… 

Your strong will may very well have been one of the many things that attracted Anasui to you but, if your strong will leads you to push him away, when you’re so obviously meant for each other, then he’s going to be a lot less happy about it. He feels that he learned his lesson with Jolyne (he hasn’t). If you push him away the first time he puts on the charm, he’ll apologize and dial it back a bit. He doesn’t want to come on too strong, not like he did with Jolyne. So he’ll restrain himself and bide his time. You’ll come around eventually. All he has to do is find a way to endear himself to you while secretly scaring off (or getting rid of) any possible competition. It has to be different this time… he can’t take any more heartache. 

If you still refuse him, though, he might go “full yandere”. Believe me, you don’t want that. He’s only ever done that once before and that’s how he ended up in prison in the first place. Being cheated on and then rejected by Jolyne… he can’t take anymore heartache. So if you keep refusing him, he’ll realize that he’ll never earn your love. So he’ll just have to make you love him! This will lead to a psychotic break in him that will change his way of dealing with you. He’ll grow cold and sadistic. No more simping. His patience has run out. He’ll just have to kidnap you and teach you how to love him. He’ll have to punish you when you get it wrong. He won’t permanently damage you, but if he has to break you for you to learn your lesson then he will without hesitation. 

If you keep resisting even then, well it’s obvious to him that there must be something wrong with you. Maybe if he takes you apart he can find out what it is inside of you that makes you keep refusing him and remove it. He just hopes that he can put you back together again when he’s done…

“I’ve accepted the fact that I’m completely unlovable,” he’ll say in tearful rage, “but I will never accept being unloved!” 

Gyro: Prompt 12 -- Kunzite- is the yandere’s motivations love, lust or something else?

All three. Love and lust go with the territory in a romantic relationship, but Gyro also wants something constant in his life that is only for him and no one else. Gyro spent much of his life living up to his father’s strict expectations and dealing with responsibilities that were foisted upon him at an early age. He found himself taking on more responsibilities when trying to earn amnesty for young Marco. Then he agreed to help Johnny during the race and teach him the art of Spin. Nearly everything that Gyro did was for someone else’s benefit. He can’t remember a time when he did anything for himself and himself only. 

Gyro reasons that he has every right to be selfish when it involves you. He wants your love, your affection, your heart, your soul, and anything else you have to offer. Plain and simple, he wants you. Sometimes he feels guilty for his selfishness, but the moment you throw your arms around his waist and give him a loving squeeze, all of that guilt goes right out the window. You're his and his alone, and he wants everyone to know it. It's the reason he becomes like a rabid dog when you’re around anyone but him and Johnny. Gyro knows that Johnny won’t interfere, but other people? Not so much. That damned Dio keeps throwing you smug grins like he knows something… what’s that all about? And Mountain Tim had better keep his distance or he’ll end up with more scars than just on his face! 

Expect him to do a lot of hovering whenever you’re out and about. It’s a little weird, but it seems like he’s trying to hide you with his own body sometimes, almost like he doesn’t want anyone to even look at you. For example if you go to a restaurant with booth seats, he’ll always have you slide into the booth first then slide up as close as he can get to you. 

“Gyro!” you grunt uncomfortably. “Will you give me some space? You’re practically sitting on me!” 

Of course he plays it off as a joke. 

“Hmm? Wha? Did you hear that, Johnny? It sounded like the bench was talking to me! I must be losing it…” He’ll say, pretending that you aren’t practically wedged up under his ass. 

“You already lost it.” Johnny quips, ignoring your plight completely. 

He’s not about to get involved with whatever it is that’s going on with you and Gyro. 

You groan and poke him in the ribs, inadvertently starting a tickle fight. It completely takes your mind off of his clinginess. 

If he sees you spending far too much time talking with someone while you’re in town, he’ll grind his grills together so hard they shoot sparks. Once he calms himself down a bit, he’ll saunter over and fling an arm around you. 

“Hate to break up the party, but we really need to be going.” he’ll say with a good natured smile that doesn’t at all indicate how he really feels. 

That’s odd. You thought you’d have plenty of time before your group would have to get back on the road. Oh well. Guess an early start won’t hurt. 

While he’s leading you away, he takes the time to shoot the person you were talking to a warning glare. The message is clear: Stay away, or I’ll make you pay! They distance themselves from you after that. 

You are the only thing that Gyro has that’s all for him. He’s not sharing you with anyone!

[dumpsterfire-daydreams]

(Dead dove: do not eat, Alcohol, intoxication, flashing/voyeurism, rationalization of ogling, victim blaming ["she was asking for it" vibes, in a way], predatory behavior)

Reader POV:

As the dancing carried on into the night, König continued to loosen up until he felt comfortable letting go of your hand. Having broken through his hesitation with the help of a few drinks, he was actually starting to have fun! And you certainly weren’t complaining.

Typically, whenever you went out dancing with your girlfriends, you had to make sure you kept your wits about you. You’d never let the alcohol fully overcome your senses in case someone tried to use the atmosphere as a perfect excuse to rub themselves all over you without permission. A swift elbow to their chest was usually enough to get them to back off and leave you alone. Usually. But you’d rather choose awareness over having to fend off unwanted attention.

In truth, you felt like you were still getting your fair share of unwanted attention even now. But, so far, you hadn’t actually seen where it could be coming from. Ever since you’d stepped foot on the dance floor, you hadn’t been able to shake the creeping feeling that you were being watched. And that feeling made the hairs stand up on the back of your neck, setting you on edge. It was like some latent evolutionary survival instinct kicking in, warning you that there was danger lurking just around the corner. But so far, it was a corner that you hadn’t been able to spot yet. From your short stature and limited vantage point on the dance floor, all you could see were dancers surrounding you on all sides.

But with König at your back, you were able to more easily brush the paranoia aside. Knowing he literally had your back, you still felt safe enough to dance your little heart out without fear. He easily stood head and shoulders above anyone else out there. And all it would take is a glance up at his mask and a scowl from him to discourage any potential threats.

Even if they wanted to, they wouldn’t be able to get their hands on you now if they tried. Because König left not even the smallest gap between your bodies as he began synchronizing his steps with yours. Apparently, a drunk König meant a very handsy König too. His hands made themselves right at home at your waist or caressing your broad hips.

Feeling particularly bold, you leaned forward a bit and gave him a front row seat as you started twerking for him. When you glanced over your shoulder, you saw him practically mesmerized by the sensual movement. And since you were doubtful anyone else could see you in your current position, you decided this was the perfect opportunity to reveal your naughty surprise. Keeping your eyes on him to gauge his reaction, how leaned forward just a hair more. It wasn’t a huge movement, but you knew it would be just enough to make the hem of your dress rise an inch or two. And as it did, König gasped and let out an audible moan when he realized you weren’t wearing a stitch of clothing underneath it. He rushed forward to shield you with his body as he frantically tried to tug your dress back down.

“Nein, Maus,” he whispered urgently, leaning down so that you could hear him. “Not here. Someone could see.”

“No one’s looking but you,” you giggled and whispered back, realizing you were feeling a little tipsy. “And I want you to look.”

Taking advantage of his returned closeness, you ground your ass against his groin temptingly. And though he didn’t try to stop your movements, he still pulled your dress back down and made it his mission to ensure it stayed that way. You wanted to pout, initially having hoped he'd whisk you off to a bathroom or alleyway and rail you until you couldn't see straight. And your brazen action now left you a bit embarrassed. But at the same time, it turned you on to see him so determined that no one else even glance at what was rightfully his.

“Herkommen,” he murmured in your ear, gently tugging you out of the crowd and back towards your table. "I worry you're a bit more drunk than you might think."

You really pouted this time, the music calling to you like a siren's song. But König insisted.

"There will be more dancing tonight, I promise. Bitte, for me?"

He looked down at you, almost pleading. You knew you physically couldn't say no to his puppy dog eyes, so you nodded and obediently headed back to your seat. You stumbled the tiniest bit on your way there and wondered if König was right after all. Just how strong was that drink?

Ghost POV:

Out on the dancefloor, things were headed in a direction that Ghost quite enjoyed. They’d been out there dancing for a while now. And it seemed the alcohol was working its magic on the both of them. The crowd was a wild mass of bodies in motion. But every now and then, they would align just right and grant him a glimpse of his target. It was like the whole world had joined in on teasing him, edging him closer and closer to what he craved so badly. He imagined it was his body she was rubbing herself all over, not König's. His hands on those curves of hers, not König's.

But the next glimpse he got of her made his cock twitch in his pants. She was behaving like an absolute whore, bending over to grant König a peek up her dress. He could tell by the smirk on her face that it was wholly intentional, too. And as luck would have it, Ghost had a direct line of sight to her raunchy display. But he found himself biting back a moan when he caught an unexpected glimpse of bare flesh. Fuck. She wasn’t wearing panties. And she’d just unknowingly flashed him from across the room. He couldn’t tear his eyes away and it took every ounce of his strength not to pounce right then and there. But his mood darkened when he saw that König was yet again ruining his fun, stepping in to guard her honor and unknowingly block his view.

It was then and there that Ghost made up his mind. The plan was decided. And if everything went according to plan, this would be the very last time König would get to enjoy her like this. Because when the night was over, Ghost fully intended to stake his claim. To capture his prize.

Slamming his fist on the bar, he snapped the bartender to immediate attention. It looked like he'd be purchasing a drink tonight after all.

I know this story includes some pretty dark themes. But at the end of the day, I care more about the well-being of my readers than I do for hits or kudos. Period. I never want my writing to conjure up emotions or feelings that negatively impact you beyond the story. This story can be dark and uncomfortable at times. But it is always intended strictly for fun and fantasy. If at any point along the way it stops being a pleasurable experience, please please close this page and walk away. My stories are never worth your well-being, loves.

[superloves4]

The Flame we Held (Fëanor son of Melkor AU) - Chapter 1

Relationships: Melkor/Mairon, Melkor & Fëanor, Mairon & Fëanor, Fëanor/Nerdanel Summary: Miriel made a deal with Melkor, she'd be able to bear children but in return the dark lord asked for her firstborn. When he gets imprisoned she believes herself to be free of her promise but Melkor shall claim his prize. TW: Metion of injury related to needles? (it's not graphic but just in case), no major tag besides the kidnapping A/N: This is a little angsty but we'll get the fluff eventually!

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By his side, Mairon whistled.

The children of Ilùvatar were young then and he had known that the other Valar would find their way to them eventually, Melkor had heard of the journey Oromë had taken three of them to be his ambassadors from the lands of the west but he’d been unable to ruin their path. He had not been idle, however. He’d spent long terrorizing the children, making it so that they would for ever more fear his shadow.

It was so that he had found himself rather surprised, not impressed, no, never impressed, staring down the walls of his fortress to one lonely figure by the entrance. The Eldar, as they called themselves, were not short of the foolish kind of folk that would appear at his front door hoping for glory or the overconfident belief that they, and they above all, would be able to enter his halls and free the lost of their people. But this one, in her embroidered dress and bringing no weapon, was not such.

It was enough that Mairon had been willing to let him hear about the bold eldar rather than simply disposing of such foolish target. And if Mairon had found it amusing enough then he could not refuse to listen to the woman.

“I am here to propose a trade”

She had said when he let her speak her purpose and it was that complete self-assured statement that led to Mairon whistle. He could hardly believe it.

No

“Lord Melkor, please hear my plea”

No

“Please, my lord of Arda, I wish for your blessed presence and mercy”

Not even a simple

“My most esteemed king above all, lord protector of Ëa, the beautiful Vala Melkor, I, the unworthy, can wish for nothing more than a single second of your far too important attention”

Mairon laughed “She has far more courage than I have ever seen in the Children, never seen one ask for death so brazenly”

Melkor scoffed, returning to himself his rage simmered beneath, but he decided Mairon was correct and that such brazen effort should be rewarded after all.

“Very well,” his voice boomed all the way down to the woman “What do you, little elda, wish to ask that you would risk my counsel?”

Her horse shuffled backward, her eyes darted around and she took a long, deep breath before actually pushing him forward again.Finally, he smirked, her faux confidence broke enough to let Melkor know that not yet had been born an Elda that didn’t fear him.

“I have long sought the Valar for help,” she explained, her voice gaining momentum with every word “But the answer has been the same each and every time and I’m terribly tired of it, I cannot trust them, they take my love to a distant land but they never-”

“There is another Vala” Melkor hissed, gripping the banister.

“Yes,” she acquiesced and Melkor thought he saw her gulping “That is precisely why I am here”

“Very well,”

“I wish for a child!”

Melkor choked.

“The gull!” Mairon exclaimed, his slitted pupils were so narrow you could barely see them, he looked ready to go down and strangle the woman.

“What?!” Melkor screamed, finally finding his voice again.

Somehow she seemed amused by them, Melkor chose to ignore it, “I do not bleed,” she explained “The other Valar say there is nothing to be done, but I know my love, I see it in his eyes and sense it on his spirit, he wishes for a child, I want to give him one.”

“Then just say so, you headless bint” Mairon murmured, his breathing calming down.

Melkor sat on his thoughts for a moment, the woman's wish was far more placid than he imagined, it honestly surprised him that Manwë hadn’t simply granted it already, but then again, his brother was a pedantic asshole, something, something, the song and how we have to stick to dad’s will or whatever. Yes, he could see how such a simple wish would be met with rejection, and if Manwë refused then the other’s would follow suit.

It was almost sad, honestly.

“You were my last hope”

He looked at her.

“What would you give me then? You offered a trade”

“I,” her voice faltered “They call me the broidress, I realize it’s not-”

The gates opened in front of her and out came Melkor, he saw how she seemed ready to bolt away and smirked in satisfaction.

“You know who I am, do you not child?” he saw her hurriedly nodding “I will have a true trade, if being able to bear a child is what you wish for, that is what I may grant you, but in return, I want your firstborn.”

“No!”

She screamed, her fear gone, dark rider my he be but to Miriel he could perish.

What kind of trade was that? To give her something only to take it back? Then he was granting her nothing more than what she’d already been told by the rest of the Valar, she’d heard he was unfair, that he twisted everything he touched, but even so, she had hoped that she could at least find a better deal with him than the Valar shallow comfort of spiritual healing in their lands.

He simply laughed and Miriel didn’t know what to do, hurting him would be best but hardly feasible when she had no weapon, not even her needles.

“Just think, woman!” he said, getting closer to her “I grant your wish and you shall be able to walk to your lover at this very moment and create a child if you so wish, then another, and however many you eldar would be able to bear”

Miriel couldn’t deny the image painted was a tempting one, yes, Finwë had said he was content with just the two of them but she knew he wanted more, to raise a family in safety at long last. If she could give him that…

“All I ask,” Melkor’s voice seemed to come from her own mind “Is the first one of your plentiful brood, what is one, when you are finally able to have many?”

So much could go wrong, even his promise could be a lie, maybe she wouldn’t give birth to an elven child at all, made from his dark machinations she could hardly dismiss the possibility. He could be lying and the moment she agreed he’d tear her to pieces. It still seemed wrong in every way, but if she didn’t take this opportunity then what hope had she left?

A dangerous thought made it’s way into her mind, if she could trick the trickster, if she could find a way to have both the children and not give any away…

“I agree”

When news came that Melkor had fallen and taken back in chains to Mandos, Miriel cheered. She had long mulled over what she was to do with her terrible promise, the trade had been a success, she bled now and was considered a miracle by all, but not even Finwë’s delight when he learned about it upon his return managed to drive away her guilt. Now, however, she could believe the Valar promises of safety, she could be free to have her children and keep them by her side for all time.

She dreamed of terrible, all consuming, flames that night.

She tried to forget that dream, and the healers giving her the notice that she was in fact pregnant took her mind away from it for a time. Miriel took her joy in telling Finwë and watching him beam at her, seeing how their fledgling kingdom rejoiced at their happiness.

Flames, terrible, dark, flames.

Her first feeling for her child’s fëa was a disaster and Miriel had to finally admit that things were not well. And with every day that her fatigue grew she questioned if this was Melkor’s cruel punishment, if her pain was their deal.

Flames, high flames, waking her up in a sweat in the middle of the night.

And she cried, because she couldn’t do anything, even sewing was barred from her now, her hands would tremble too much and it had already caused for her to stab one of her needle through her finger, she cried, because it was her fault, she cried because she didn’t know how to protect her child, if he would even survive, that is.

Even with Finwë by her side, consoling her through the night, telling her it would all be alright, all she could do was cry. She wanted to talk to him but how could she ever tell him that she had sold away their child.

All she saw were flames while her healer and handmaiden told her to push.

But when she saw her child’s face she thought that, perhaps, burning was worth the pain.

She was tired, more tired than she’d ever been in her life, and she already knew that she had returned to how she had been before, no child could she ever bear now. It didn’t make her sad as she thought, not when she looked at the peaceful sleep of her child. Yes, everything would be alright with him.

Her little Fëanàro.

Miriel smiled, her full heart alleviating her spirit, she wanted to pick him up even if she shouldn’t as it would wake him up... she couldn’t resist. She was holding him when everything went dark.

“Well met, oh, queen broidress”

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Painting of the same title [Love Among The Ruins] , inspired by Browning's poem, by Edward Burne-Jones

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Here. Have a poem. A beautiful poem. And read it, if you can make time, and if you can stretch your ever-shrinking attention span (like mine is). Not sure why this one today. Maybe because Jerusalem has risen to glory and fallen to desolation repeatedly. It has never been so populous with so many buildings and so much life. It doesn't seem possible it could be desolate yet again. But it probably didn't seem possible at any previous pinnacle either. It certainly didn't to the author of the biblical Lamentations, whose speaker stares in disbelief after its sack by Babylon, as they ask in the opening verse, How sits the city solitary, that was full of people. How is she become as a widow. She that was great among the nations, and princess among the provinces, how has been laid low.

Someday, maybe not all that far off, this place where I love, charmed as I remain by its layers of history and poetry, could resemble Browning's vision. Maybe our great edifices will greet people like broken Ozymandias as an unintended caution against arrogance and vainglory. Certainly enough of that to go around these days. Can it be avoided? Seems like that would be bold new territory for this city, and perhaps all humanity.

Or, maybe just because I love this poem.

+ Love among the Ruins ~Robert Browning

Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles, Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle homeward thro' the twilight, stray or stop As they crop— Was the site once of a city great and gay, (So they say) Of our country's very capital, its prince Ages since Held his court in, gathered councils, wielding far Peace or war.

Now the country does not even boast a tree, As you see, To distinguish slopes of verdure, certain rills From the hills Intersect and give a name to, (else they run Into one) Where the domed and daring palace shot its spires Up like fires O'er the hundred-gated circuit of a wall Bounding all Made of marble, men might march on nor be prest Twelve abreast.

And such plenty and perfection, see, of grass Never was! Such a carpet as, this summer-time, o'er-spreads And embeds Every vestige of the city, guessed alone, Stock or stone— Where a multitude of men breathed joy and woe Long ago; Lust of glory pricked their hearts up, dread of shame Struck them tame; And that glory and that shame alike, the gold Bought and sold.

Now—the single little turret that remains On the plains, By the caper overrooted, by the gourd Overscored, While the patching houseleek's head of blossom winks Through the chinks— Marks the basement whence a tower in ancient time Sprang sublime, And a burning ring, all round, the chariots traced As they raced, And the monarch and his minions and his dames Viewed the games.

And I know, while thus the quiet-coloured eve Smiles to leave To their folding, all our many-tinkling fleece In such peace, And the slopes and rills in undistinguished grey Melt away— That a girl with eager eyes and yellow hair Waits me there In the turret whence the charioteers caught soul For the goal, When the king looked, where she looks now, breathless, dumb Till I come.

But he looked upon the city, every side, Far and wide, All the mountains topped with temples, all the glades' Colonnades, All the causeys, bridges, aqueducts,—and then All the men! When I do come, she will speak not, she will stand, Either hand On my shoulder, give her eyes the first embrace Of my face, Ere we rush, ere we extinguish sight and speech Each on each.

In one year they sent a million fighters forth South and North, And they built their gods a brazen pillar high As the sky Yet reserved a thousand chariots in full force— Gold, of course. O heart! oh blood that freezes, blood that burns! Earth's returns For whole centuries of folly, noise and sin! Shut them in, With their triumphs and their glories and the rest! Love is best.

(Ori Hanan Weisberg)

[theexiledviera]

Icarus

Video: The Tree of Life, Interstellar, Sunshine, Armageddon, Knowing, Love, 2001: A Space Odyssey, Cloud Atlas, Gravity, Contact Audio: Varúð, by Sigur Rós Published: Spring 2015 Edited by: macchinainterna (aka me)

We come to it at last, Icarus, my "opus." A wildly ambitious video that proved to be my undoing. Ironic, I know. What started as a simple, artsy video about the wonder of space over time morphed into my darkest and most nihilistic fears.

Icarus (I Dared), Poem written by Nate Lee

I dared Not content to suffer my father’s fate Not satisfied with a life spent in wait I looked to the sky for escape, for release Seeking adventure above the moment’s peace On wings of wax and feather, I took flight Heart pounding with excitement, fear, and delight Briefly I recalled the warning I was told That to challenge nature, for a man was too bold Still I learned Onward and upward with wings unfurled Bravely exploring the uncharted world Challenging the limits that were set for a man I looked down at the world as only gods can Then, in that freedom that no other had known I claimed the clouds, the very sky as my own But even as far as I had come to rise I saw greater heights when I lifted my eyes Still I dared When others dare not dream to come so far I lost myself reaching out for a star In the cool of the pure, uplifting night air I forgot my grave warning and abandoned all care I dared nature, creation, gods above and below I dared all who would dare say where I could not go And in daring the moon, it cowered away Only to reveal the breaking of day Helios set upon me in silent rage To usher me back to my earthly cage Still I dared I turned my back to the light of the sun Not yet finished with my brazen fun But then a sinking in my heart I felt As the wax of my wings started to melt The new day declared that I would not remain That the clouds and the sky were not my domain I flapped harder and tried, but tumbled and fell A descent from the heavens down into hell Still I dared The words of warning flooded into my ears Returning with all of my forgotten fears Having dared so greatly beyond mans’ reach There was no aim for aid to beseech The feathers flew apart, sealing my doom While I glimpsed down at my watery tomb And even though I was falling so fast I fought each moment, up to my last Some say it was foolish to even try That I was crazed to think I could fly And while most may only remember how I fared A few will yet recall my name and know I dared

Backstory

Icarus spent a year in planning and collecting the sources before I finally began work on the project. Editing it was a huge undertaking having ten video sources to work with and to scan over (hardly any of them short in length either). I found myself rewatching every movie two or three times, memorizing every scene so that I could use it later.

My ambition proved to be too much for me to handle alone, as I felt the video was still lacking something profound. That was when I turned to my childhood best friend Nate for inspiration. The two of us spent over a month going back and forth via email writing Icarus (I Dared), a poem meant to accompany the video and serve as its prologue.

What I never planned for was my IRL struggles at the time manifesting themselves into the video. A long, family blood feud and the severe depression I suffered from it both lead my creativity down a dark path while editing Icarus. Being in this emotional state evoked an existential fear that had long been dormant within me and became the climax of the video itself - nihilism and the futility of my own existence.

[fanfaire]

[XINYUE KIOSK DESSERT CART]

Two girls with sweet tooths and an abundance of moon cakes with seven unique fillings to try out ー What could possibly go wrong?

"Wah...~! Just look how pretty these are! It always amazes me how they manage to add such an intricate pattern on top of the pastry." Lumine considered herself to be a decent cook and baker, but she would never be able to pull of something like that.

"Anyway, we're not here to just look at the food, are we? Let's try some of these! Which flavor speaks to you the most? Personally I'm torn between the vanilla custard or apricot jelly..." She mused, placing one hand underneath her chin. "The Jueyun chili compote sounds very unique but I doubt I will be able to handle the spice." She could not help but wonder if Xiangling perhaps helped out to select the different flavors - it definitely did something like something she would come up with. The young cook is infamous for using a bold flavors in the kitchen - as well as always trying out unique or unusual flavor combinations.

after a late night traversing the deep and still wetlands of dihua marsh nearly until dawn's first light, she's sure all of the production team is appreciative for the day off to spend at their leisure before a second venture this evening. most of them opted to spend it resting at the inn, but she and a couple others could hardly pass up the chance to partake in the festivities further south at the harbor.

and who should she encounter but the golden-haired traveler, most recently center stage of fontaine's triumph — and of furina's own notoriety.

( if she's completely honest, the sight of lumine still summons a strange and unpleasant sensation, like shuddering under the blazing heat of far too many lenses, as oppressive a sun as the hue of her hair. she cannot altogether help the tiny bit at the center of her that curdles, like a vine turning its head away; lumine had coaxed her plaintively to speak of the truth. alone, she'd dangled a temptation of understanding, of companionship. and it had nearly, so, so nearly succeeded. how she had longed—

then the rafters had fallen away, revealing the stage.

and the grandest actress found herself in the defendant's box; on the other side, that unrelenting gold. so bright, so bright — like too many stage lights. )

"ahem!" furina clears her throat confidently and waves for the seller's attention; lumine's doubt had secured her decision. "two of the chili mooncakes, please! the hottest ones you have."

as the merchants exchange quick orders with each other, she crosses her arms and casts an assured, brazen look at her erstwhile accompaniment. "there's no point to it if you stay in your comfort zone all the time. i'm sure you wouldn't be half the adventurer you are if you did. a fair challenge: whoever sheds a tear or asks for water first pays for the sweet flavors next. no backing out, or you may as well buy them now!"

[gay-dorito-dust]

aemond x stark reader. trip back to winterfell, aemond is possessive of the reader. one bed

A/n: this was kinda shit plus I think Aemond would be possessive even towards readers family cuz to me he comes off like the type.

When word was sent that you were requested to return to Winterfell, you knew Aemond wouldn’t be too pleased. So when you retired to your chambers for the night, only to be greeted by the prince sat upon the edge of your bed, his face blank of any and all forms of expression. You figured it would be best to be done with it before he found out on the day of your departure and make it everyone’s problem.

“Aemond, my heart.” You began as you made your way to his side, reaching for his hand to not only ground him but to also prepare yourself for what’s to come. “I received word from my father this morning,” you paused briefly to gauge his reaction, secretly relieved in seeing that his face remained neutral. That was up until you spoke about your father, and all in the of a single breath, that Aemond almost couldn’t quite catch it. “I’m coming with you.” He said in a way that implied that there would be no further debate.

“He asked for me and me alone.” You rebutted but Aemond didn’t seem to care as his single eye stared challengingly into your own, “then he shall have to make due with me accompanying you. After all, he’ll have no choice but to get use to me sooner or later.” He gripped your chin within his hand, thumb rubbing back and forth against your jaw, as he skimmed over your features that were highlighted by the fireplace almost possessively. “For I do not plan on letting my betrothed to go where I can not follow. Understood?” You sighed defeatedly, knowing that once Aemond’s mind was made up it was near enough impossible to change it.“Understood.” You replied. “Good, now get some sleep, we’ve got a long journey ahead tomorrow.” Aemond finalised, pressing a kiss against your forehead and pulling away, letting go of your chin as he began to undress himself for bed.

As the snow embedded landscapes of Winterfell came into view, you suddenly felt distraught at the fact that you wouldn’t be able to recognise your own home, after being away from it for so long. Despite being buried under the copious amount of furs you never felt more rigid in that moment; KingsLanding was a sauna in comparison to Winterfell, which felt like how you imagined hell freezing over would feel like. Glancing over at Aemond, you noted that despite proudly proclaiming to house the fire of a dragon in his veins; it seemed that even the mightiest of dragons were forced to bow to the harsh winters of the North. “What happened to all that tall talk my dear Aemond? Scared of a little cold?” You teased as a means in giving your overworked mind some ease.

“Dragons aren’t built for the cold.” Aemond replied, looking out of one of the carriage windows and over the vast expanse of glimmering white that seemed to stretch endlessly far and wide. “Wolves, however, are.” He adds with a smile directed your way that warmed you up from the inside. Aemond reached a hand over to grasp yours reassuringly, “it is also believed that wolves can smell fear,” he adds, “so don’t allow yourself to get so intimidated by the what ifs and focus on the present.” It always seemed to elude you that the brazen and bold prince before you could uphold a conversation that didn’t dissolve into ceaseless violence and bloodshed. It also seemed to elude you that he was just as well versed in the political and philosophical as he was well versed in the art of swordsmanship.

Though before you could voice your thanks, you were already in the courtyard where your family was waiting in their regal furs. Their smiles only widened when they saw you step out of the carriage. “Y/n!” They cried when you got close enough for them to draw you into a warm hug before pulling away, “by the gods you’ve grown.” Your father said as he compared his height to yours, a habit he developed when you were just a growing child, “hope your claws haven’t dulled during your stay in KingsLanding.” He adds. You scoffed, falling back into old habits, “oh they’ve tried, soon enough they discovered I wasn’t so willing to being a bed warmer.” Your father gaufed, clasping you on the shoulder as you smiled back at him as the worries you had slipped away quietly from your mind.

“That’s my child.” Your father’s eyes then shifted back to the carriage when he noticed someone else exiting, his smile filling dropping from his face when he noticed the platinum blonde hair of Aemond Targaryen. “I thought I told you to come alone, Why’d you bring Aemond one eye.” Your father asked, his eyes never leaving Aemond as he approached you both and tucked his hand comfortable to your waist, drawing you to his side. “It’s an honour to meet you Lord Stark, when my y/n told me of your letter. They’ve spoke of you in nothing but the highest of regards. I merely wished to accompany them on this joyous reunion.” Aemond said as he smiled at you before returning his gaze to your father, who despite his distain,smiled tightly as he clasped the prince a little too harshly on the shoulder. “Had I known before hand that you were also coming we would’ve rectified some accommodations a bit that would…besuited the needs fit for a prince.” Aemond merely waved his hand dismissively while he chuckled as though your father told him a funny joke.

“There will be no need for that Lord Stark. I assure you, me and your child are more then accustomed to sharing during their stay with me in KingsLanding.” Aemon states with pride as your fathers eyes merely darken at every word that left his mouth. His fists tightened at his side and he jaw would clench periodically the longer he was forced to listen to the pompous Targaryen. Had he knew that this was the man he has sent you away to one day marry, he would’ve reconsidered and kept you within Winterfell in search of a worthier man such as your childhood friend, Sebastian. You didn’t know whether you wanted to die out of embarrassment right then and there or hide out of fear of what your father would do should Aemond continue. However seeing as neither option would give you much reprieve, you instead gripped Aemond’s arm whistle flashing him a tight smile.

“Aemond my heart, why don’t we get settled in for the night. My father must be exhausted from all the preparations he put into our arrival.” You said, drawing their attention away from one another and on to you instead, relinquishing the tension between the two of them, if only by a little. Aemond seemed to ponder on this a little bit before squeezing your waist, “of course my love, besides you must be tired from the journey here yourself if I’m not mistaken.” “Oh yes, absolutely flabbergasted.” You immediately took advantage of Aemond’s suggestion, finally having an excuse to not be left standing in the courtyard longer then you wanted on your first night back home. All the testosterone was giving your a headache. “Go on ahead child, I’m sure you know where your room is after all this time?” Your father asked as he began to internally dread this week and all it will entitle.

“Of course I do,” you replied, leaving Aemond’s side to hug your father once more before bidding him farewell as you returned to Aemond to drag him by the arm all the up to your room; Shutting the door cautiously behind you before looking over at the smirking male as he sat upon the edge of your bed. “Aemond, my heart, what the fuck was that all about.” He shrugs his shoulders, “I have no idea what your talking about y/n.” You scoffed, walking towards him so that you were in front of him, “so your not going to tell me why you were having a dick measuring contest with my father. Not even mere seconds after arriving.” Aemond grip your waist, bringing you even closer to him. “I don’t plan on wasting our stay here by sharing you with your father. If he wanted to see you, he could’ve visited us, not the other way around.” You put your hands on his shoulders, pulling away from him slightly so you could look him in his eye. “Why am I less to believe that there is more then your letting on.”

Aemond smiled, knowing he couldn’t have anything slide pass you without having you catching on, “your right to think that because had I let you go alone, your father would’ve called off our annulment and have you married to Sebastian Arryn instead despite already having a well known alliance with them for awhile.” He lifted himself off the single bed to rest his forehead against yours, “but don’t you think that we’re more better suited as a couple? As proud children of our respective houses and the children of ice and fire. It as though fate had decided to conjoin the opposing forces through us.” His voice narrows down to a whisper as he held your hand against his own to look adoringly at the size difference between the two of you.

“It doesn’t matter who I have to cut through to prove my love for you, the fact still stands that I will denounce everything to be with you. If your family, friends or even old lovers wish to get between that then…” he trails off to look into your eyes before pulling away entirely, “I shouldn’t have to tell you what will happen to them, you are more then aware of the consequences to befall those who try to take you away from me.” You remained still whilst he buried himself beneath the covers of your old bed, knowing fully well to never question Aemond’s loyalty like you would’ve in the past. Back then you were terrified to have a man borderline obsessed with you to the point he would gift you an ex-lovers head in a box. Now however you’ve grown to find solace in knowing the extent Aemond was willing to go to prove his love. The power that this granted you was almost infinite if you were to include Vhagar to the picture.

It was dangerous but after some time you’ve learnt to love living dangerously quite quickly. You began to undress yourself before making yourself comfortable, shuffling closer to Aemond until your head was resting on his chest and your hand was splashed out against his chest. His warmth was enough alone to bring you to a sleepy state. “Do you promise to love me like this until we die?” You asked him, causing the hand he had on your back to stop tracing shapes into your skin, “such a sill thing to make me promise to,” Aemond says, pressing a kiss to your head where he lingered there for a little longer, “I have always loved you like this ever since we met at the tourney for your hand, despite my hatred for them I knew I couldn’t let you be with anyone other then me.”

[nejiraez]

date night gone wrong | todobakudeku hc

@remi7k requested: Could you bless us with headcannons of the guys reactions (Bakugou, Shoto, and anyone of your choice) on a date with their S/O and the waiter keeps flirting with her in front of them and it’s pissing them off. Por favor❤️❤️

© all rights reserved, reposting is NOT allowed on any platforms along with modifying/translating and plagiarism. 

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

Bakugou doesn’t like eating outside food. He always prefers his cooking over the “processed crap” that fast-food chains and restaurants provide.

So if he were to be taking his S/O out, chances are that he’s not eating shit. He’d much rather watch you eat and be content while he just sips on a glass of water.

So, the one time that this grump is thoughtful enough to bring you out to eat on a date? His patience is tested and by the waiter of all people. 

Bakugou doesn’t appreciate the way your server keeps throwing you heart eyes whenever he passes your table. Bakugou’s not stupid, he has eyes just like the average person does and could see how attractive you were.

So the fact that you’d gain a few pairs of eyes on you was nothing out of the norm. However, the fact that someone was doing this so boldly, right in front of him? In front of your B-O-Y-F-R-I-E-N-D?

Either they’re thick-skulled and couldn’t pick up on the fact that you two came here together, alone, on a date, or they were provoking him purposefully.

Either or, it pissed Bakugou the fuck off.

“See?” Bakugou says, nodding his head across the room towards the waiter who kept giving you fleeting glances. “This is why I said we have food at home.”

“Relax, he’s harmless…” You say, nudging your elbow into your boyfriend’s side to shake him from the dirtiest, stank look he was throwing at the server any chance he could get. “He’s just doing his job.”

Oh, but Bakugou doesn’t think so. Not at all. His eyes don’t miss the way the waiter gets all fidget-y whenever he hands you your plate, or how his eyes linger lower than they should be whenever he comes to refill your glass.

Bakugou hates it all.

And God forbid if your waiter tries to flatter you with those “It’s on the house” or “It’s on me” lines when they try to woo you with free dessert.

Bakugou would be quick to snag the pint of ice cream from grasp, shoving a spoonful of the treat into his mouth. “She’s lactose intolerant. So, beat it.”

Knowing damn well you weren’t.

“--Katsuki!”

By the end of it all when he was paying the bill for you (to which he begrudgingly left a tip for, on your behalf and yours alone), he makes sure to take you by the hand, fingers intertwined with yours to say, “Okay, let’s leave, babe. This shit’s got me tired.” Ensuring that the word babe, rolled nice and slow off from the tip of his tongue.

Bakugou asserting his dominance all while being a petty, yet protective, boyfriend. ~

TODOROKI SHOUTO

Honestly, Todoroki’s gonna miss the first few signs that your server may be trying to get with his S/O. But that’s all because this man only has his sights focused on you.

He adores watching how giddy you become whenever your orders come by, or how you urge him to taste some of your food.

“So what’s the event for tonight? You two came down here as friends? Hanging out on a Friday night?” Your server would ask you directly, not really caring for Todoroki’s answer. His back would even be facing your boyfriend every time he swung around.

And that’s when things began to go downhill.

“Oh!” You laugh to dial down the tense atmosphere that had suddenly swirled around your particular booth. Todoroki was still, and you don’t miss the way his jaw tenses at the ‘friends’ title. “We’re actually-”

“I’m her boyfriend, actually,” Todoroki interjects with a clipped tone. He frowns at his food, picking at the plate with an uninterested glare. “We’re together.” 

You thought that affirmation would have been enough for the guy to cool it on his flirtatious tendencies, but God no.

“Ah, I can see why!” He casts a playful wink your way, “You’re a very beautiful girl.”

Your eyes bug out at his bold confession and a concerned smile graces your lips, all while Todoroki doesn’t even bother masking the fact of how peeved he is. 

Without his knowledge, Todoroki’s quirk is set off and the table is encased in a layer of his glossy, cold ice all from the power of his right hand.

An as soon as your waiter leaves you two to your own devices, Todoroki is quick to act.

He wastes no time in switching seats, to get up from his spot only for him to slide into your side of the booth that he could be seated right next to you. “How irritating.” He’d hiss under his breath, taking a harsh stab at his food.

For the remainder of your date night, Todoroki acts hard-headed, making the job for the waiter ten times harder than it needed to be.

Anytime that the waiter would try to hand you your plate or a new glass, this motherfucker absolutely would not move an inch.

So to get to you, the guy would have to go through him first, quite literally. That, or he’d have to politely ask your stoic boyfriend to move out of the way, to which Shouto would respond with a curt “Hurry on with it.”

You’ve never seen him act so out of character before (which was kinda attractive), the same law-abiding guy that you once knew was now prompting you to engage in a “dine and dash” with him.

To put it short, you two never stepped foot in that restaurant again.

MIDORIYA IZUKU

Midoriya would do the absolute most out of the three to show that you two are dating, as a means to shoo away his competition.

He’s not big on confrontation, if anything, he’d try his damned best to avoid it. So he would probably opt out of the option of telling the waiter directly to “quit hitting on his S/O”.

Rather, Midoriya would always bring up the subject of your next upcoming dates with him, whenever the server so happens to pass by. “So, for our next date, where would you like to go? Anywhere... away from here?”

And he’d play footsies under the table with you to try and induce a laugh to show how much fun you two were having, that, or he’d ask for your hand across the table so he could hold and graze his thumb against the palm of your hand.

He’s very passive-aggressive about this. Making sure that his love for you is being shown but in a very loud and brazen fashion.

Hell, he’ll even step out of his comfort zone and go as far as to ask you to spoon feed him so of your food. “Can- May I try some of your food?”

And if that shit doesn’t work?

“Um, excuse me, but does your restaurant celebrate anniversaries?” Midoriya would question once he’s managed to successfully flag down opposing male to your table. “Because you see, my girlfriend and I are celebrating our second year anniversary today and she was really hoping if you’d put something together for that.” 

The way you’d have to bite down on your tongue to hold back the laughter that threatened to bubble out past your lips. Watching Midoriya become all ‘territorial’ over you was one thing, but for him to go to such lengths… and to pin it on you?

Midoriya’s pride swells at the fact that a look of dejection flashes across the server’s face the moment the word “girlfriend” was left to linger through the air.

You’d have to sit and watch as the entire staff and kitchen would come out from the back, bringing you two cake and playing their song to celebrate you both, all while it wasn’t even your damn anniversary. 

Midoriya on the other hand was enjoying it all. Flaunting off your relationship with him to scare off potential homewreckers was the highlight of his night out with you.

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[rainhadaenerys]

Sometimes I see people talking about Dany being too naive/dumb in trusting Hizdahr. I once read an old Dany meta talking about Dany trusting Hizdahr and saying that this was a terribly bad decision, referring to this:

"How? The Sons of the Harpy have put down their knives, but why? Because the noble Hizdahr asked sweetly? He is one of them, I tell you. That's why they obey him. He may well be the Harpy."

"If there is a Harpy." Skahaz was convinced that somewhere in Meereen the Sons of the Harpy had a highborn overlord, a secret general commanding an army of shadows. Dany did not share his belief. The Brazen Beasts had taken dozens of the Harpy's Sons, and those who had survived their capture had yielded names when questioned sharply … too many names, it seemed to her. It would have been pleasant to think that all the deaths were the work of a single enemy who might be caught and killed, but Dany suspected that the truth was otherwise. My enemies are legion. "Hizdahr zo Loraq is a persuasive man with many friends. And he is wealthy. Perhaps he has bought this peace for us with gold, or convinced the other highborn that our marriage is in their best interests."

"No," she said. "I do not trust these confessions. You've brought me too many of them, all of them worthless."

"Your Radiance—"

"No, I said."

The Shavepate's scowl turned his ugly face even uglier. "A mistake. The Great Master Hizdahr plays Your Worship for a fool. Do you want a serpent in your bed?"

I want Daario in my bed, but I sent him away for the sake of you and yours. "You may continue to watch Hizdahr zo Loraq, but no harm is to come to him. Is that understood?"

"I am not deaf, Magnificence. I will obey." Skahaz drew a parchment scroll from his sleeve. "Your Worship should have a look at this. A list of all the Meereenese ships in the blockade, with their captains. Great Masters all."

Dany studied the scroll. All the ruling families of Meereen were named: Hazkar, Merreq, Quazzar, Zhak, Rhazdar, Ghazeen, Pahl, even Reznak and Loraq. "What am I to do with a list of names?"

"Every man on that list has kin within the city. Sons and brothers, wives and daughters, mothers and fathers. Let my Brazen Beasts seize them. Their lives will win you back those ships."

"If I send the Brazen Beasts into the pyramids, it will mean open war inside the city. I have to trust in Hizdahr. I have to hope for peace." Dany held the parchment above a candle and watched the names go up in flame, while Skahaz glowered at her. - Daenerys V ADWD

The meta seemed to assume that Dany fully trusts Hizdahr and fully believes that he is genuine and bought the peace with gold. And I disagree with this interpretation, because I don't think we can take this one passage in isolation. There are plenty of other passages showing that Dany distrusts Hizdahr and that she does suspect him to be part of the Sons of the Harpy:

If I wed Hizdahr, will that turn Skahaz against me? She trusted Skahaz more than she trusted Hizdahr, but the Shavepate would be a disaster as a king. He was too quick to anger, too slow to forgive. She saw no gain in wedding a man as hated as herself. Hizdahr was well respected, so far as she could see. - Daenerys IV ADWD

~

"I would never make so bold a claim. Men are born to strive and suffer. Our woes only vanish when we die. I can be of help to you, however. I have gold and friends and influence, and the blood of Old Ghis flows in my veins. Though I have never wed, I have two natural children, a boy and a girl, so I can give you heirs. I can reconcile the city to your rule and put an end to this nightly slaughter in the streets."

"Can you?" Dany studied his eyes. "Why should the Sons of the Harpy lay down their knives for you? Are you one of them?"

"No."

"Would you tell me if you were?"

He laughed. "No." - Daenerys IV ADWD

~

"You know more of such men than me, ser." If Bloodbeard might be truly the most dishonorable and greedy of the sellswords, he might be the easiest to sway, but she was loath to go against Ser Barristan's counsel in such matters. "Do as you think best. But do it soon. If Hizdahr's peace should break, I want to be ready. I do not trust the slavers." I do not trust my husband. "They will turn on us at the first sign of weakness." - Daenerys VIII ADWD

Dany constantly says that she doesn't trust Hizdahr. She trusts the Shavepate more than him. She is aware of the possibility that the reason the Sons would lay down they swords for him could very well be because he is one of them (she says this in the chapter BEFORE she even has that conversation with Skahaz), and she is aware that he wouldn't tell her if he was one of the Sons. Later, we see her making preparations for war because, despite having made a peace with Hizdahr's help, she doesn't trust him. So I really don't agree when people say that Dany was naive/dumb or that she trusted Hizdahr, because she clearly didn't trust him. When she tells the Shavepate that Hizdahr might have bought the peace with gold, she is giving him one possibility (because the Shavepate wanted to believe that Hizdahr was guilty and wanted him arrested and tortured, while Dany didn't want to do that because they didn't have any proof that he was guilty), but just because she gives him one idea of how Hizdahr might be innocent, that doesn't mean this is what Dany herself believes or that she trusts Hizdahr. Dany works with Hizdahr not because she trusts him, but because she has to:

"If I send the Brazen Beasts into the pyramids, it will mean open war inside the city. I have to trust in Hizdahr. I have to hope for peace." Dany held the parchment above a candle and watched the names go up in flame, while Skahaz glowered at her. - Daenerys V ADWD

It's not that she trusts Hizdahr, but that she HAS to. She has no military strength to fight an open war inside the city in addition to preparing for a siege and fighting off forces outside. And at this point in the story she doesn't feel like using her dragons is an option, so her course of action here is reasonable considering her options.

That same meta said that Dany made "glaringly bad calls" by "rejecting the Shavepate’s suggestion that Hizdahr is involved with the leaders of the Sons of the Harpy, and believing that the murders were not planned work of an organization, but simply actions of her many enemies." But that's not how I interpret what Dany says. Let's look back at what Dany says:

Skahaz was convinced that somewhere in Meereen the Sons of the Harpy had a highborn overlord, a secret general commanding an army of shadows. Dany did not share his belief. The Brazen Beasts had taken dozens of the Harpy's Sons, and those who had survived their capture had yielded names when questioned sharply … too many names, it seemed to her. It would have been pleasant to think that all the deaths were the work of a single enemy who might be caught and killed, but Dany suspected that the truth was otherwise. My enemies are legion. - Daenerys V ADWD

Dany might be wrong in the sense that it's very possible that the Sons of the Harpy do have a secret overlord commanding them, but I agree with her when she says "It would have been pleasant to think that all the deaths were the work of a single enemy who might be caught and killed, but Dany suspected that the truth was otherwise. My enemies are legion." Slavery is a systemic problem from which thousands of people benefitted. Even if Dany caught the one person who was organizing the Sons of the Harpy, that doesn't mean all of her opposition will go away or that the slavers won't continue fighting and organizing murders. That's more what I believe Dany was thinking here, and I agree with her overall thinking (even if she might be wrong about the existence of an overlord). And anyway, whether Dany believes or not in the existence of this overlord, I don't see why this is such a "glaringly bad call". Even if she did believe in the existence of an overlord, what else is Dany supposed to do here? It's not like she knows or has proof of who this overlord is, it's not like she can do something about it. And Dany doesn't really "reject" the Shavepate's suggestion, she just says she doesn't believe it. I'm pretty sure if Dany was presented with proof that Hizdahr was guilty, she wouldn't just let him go. And the other suggestion from Skahaz that Dany rejected was the suggestion to seize noblemen and start an open war inside the city, so I really don't see how this is such a bad call, given that Dany's goal at that moment was to keep the peace.

[sordidery]

AND WE SHALL GO AS FAR AS WE LIKE. . . the sly comment conjures up fantastic images. for a few small steps, she is all but sleepwalking, enraptured by a fantasy where the world and its wonders still inspired awe.

this expansive, carefully fabricated concept of a mystery sends her hurtling back towards the earth. suddenly engaged in a daring game of chess, mr. blythe has knocked one of her pawns away and set down an inquisitive piece of his own. his allusion to his ideas of what went on in her home gave her no reason to fret . . . but, his instinct for truth did. in his presence, lies were spotted before their images were fully constructed, and his insistence only proved that her half-truths were no less transparent. worse, in no small way, odette found herself disappointed it was only the mystery of THE MANOR he wished to discover.

his warmth sears where her flesh meets his. life teemed from him in a way that she, nor her betrothed, could ever again possess themselves. the last human to be so bold as to gain her affection had not met a pleasant end, though it was fascinating, enthralling, to have his attention. when had she last been challenged by someone who had not seen her down to her rotten core? when had she last been someone capable of being saved? 

abruptly, odette stops walking alongside him. though only a few moments stroll from the ballroom, the cacophonous sound of drunken partygoers had faded to something of a murmur. somewhere far away, katydids chirp. for a leisurely moment, she studies him brazen with the touch of her gaze where there is no one else to see it. the glint of his eyes, the pleasant curl at the end of his lips, the glimpse of uncovered skin below his jaw. he possesses a courage that is undoubtedly a serious threat, a weed that should be removed by the root. suspicions placed in the right head could topple her empire of pleasantries and glamour. the steady thrum of blood flowing through his veins awakens unwelcome instincts — something just below the surface of her skin that aimed to run free.  temptation nipped at her with a strength stronger than her own.  did the man know to what end he would chase the truth? could he possibly uncover a plot within the measly time he had to visit? surely not. he may offer a stiff opposition, but this is odette's game.

❝   i don't believe we could possibly have common troubles. especially not in any acquaintance we share. ❞  though she is firm in her tone, in the finality of her response, guilt for her dismissal of him begins to build itself a home in her chest. nothing about the inner workings of her life could be reduced into a palatable explanation — words did not exist for the type of accomplice she had found in the familiar emile eluded to. still, in spite of herself, odette wants him to know with as much sincerity as her position could allow.  ❝  there exists people who believe that adherence to the rules of the world will absolve them of their involvement in misconduct. but there are people, like myself, and i suspect like you, who do not require such rules to stay afloat. it is the confines of duty and respectability that i find burdensome. i have never wished to be considered a duck to be put in a row. . . that is all.  ❞

[forever-rogue]

could you do a blurb in fatws where bucky and the reader have feelings for each other and zemo is trying to flirt with the reader?

Warnings: use of pet name [bunny], mention of toys, references to sex, possessive!Bucky, language, minors dni

A/N: Yuh, I would love to have Bucky and Zemo fight over me so here we are 😇

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You looked at Bucky’s back, biting your lip as you contemplated your next actions. You know what Zemo was trying to do; his half-masked attempts at flirting were not exactly subtle. And for some reason...you weren’t totally abhorred by the thought of Helmut Zemo making a move on you. He was handsome, that was easy to see, and it had been a while since you’ve had...anyone. Quite frankly your hand and toys weren’t cutting it anymore.

It wasn’t like you could wait for Bucky for forever. At some point you’d have to accept that either he didn’t feel the same way or he just wasn’t ever going to make a move. Over the past year your little back and forth with him continued to grow but it never amounted to anything besides a lingering touch here and there or longing looks thrown in the other’s direction when you thought they weren’t looking, and very flirtatious banter. But still...you could make a move on your own, but you were too stubborn - just like him.

Maybe Zemo wasn’t a bad choice after all. He’d been more friendly lately, making his desire for you known to everyone. In some ways it was a little bold and exhilarating; to have someone be this brazen in their desire for you. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t warmed up to the possibility of having him.

“Tell me,” you accepted the drink he slid across the island at you, leaning over on your elbows so he could see down the front of your loose shirt. It wasn’t a subtle move, but at this point it didn’t matter, “when’s the last time you’ve been with anyone, Baron?”

Zemo almost looked startled by your question - almost. He kept his cool and took a long drag of his drink, finishing it off and setting it back down on the cool granite. The corners of his lips pulled into a wolfish smile as he studied you for a moment. You put on your best poker face as you tried not to let any of the cracks show, “it has been a while. Why little bunny? What’s got you so interested?”

“You look like you know how to touch a woman,” you threw back the rest of your drink, hoping it would work like liquid courage. Despite not being particularly loud, you could sense that Bucky heard you across the apartment, seeing his head turn slightly from the corner of your eye. This was a dangerous game indeed, and yet you were thrilled with it, “like you know just how to give me what I need.”

“Have you ever been with a man?” he asked suddenly as a tingle spread throughout your body. He took a step closer, slowly making his way over to you, “or have they all been boys?”

“Umm,” you were speechless as he leaned over and put his hand on your face, slowly stroking his thumb over your cheek. Your lips parted as you looked at him like a deer in headlights. He was close enough to where you could smell his aftershave and count every little freckle. He really was handsome, “n-no.”

“Are you scared little bunny?” he leaned in so his lips were just shy of yours and part of you was screaming to close the gap and kiss him, “you weren’t so shy before. Or are you afraid that you can’t handle it?”

“I-I can handle it,” you gasped as he ghosted his fingers along your jaw and down the column of your throat before lightly putting his whole hand around your throat. He was squeezing ever so slightly, but it was just enough to dizzy you and leave you wanting more, “please.”

While the two of you stared at each other, it was like the world had stopped existing and Bucky wasn’t in the adjacent room. He’d overheard every word, seen every little moment, attempting to compose himself, but it was getting harder with each passing second. You were his, not Zemo’s.

“You have such a smart little mouth,” he said slowly as he licked his lips, “I wonder if you’re able to put it to good use for something other than talking back. Are you going to let me-”

“Get your hands off of her,” the voice was cold as ice as the two of froze and slowly turned to find Bucky standing there, nothing but anger in his eyes. You swallowed the lump in your throat as Zemo removed his hand from your throat and crossed his arms over his chest, “she’s mine.”

“I wasn’t aware she belonged to anyone,” the two men stared at each other intently as you weren’t sure what to do, “I think the little bunny is free to do whatever she wants. Tell James what you want.”

“I…” you stared at the floor for a moment, studying your feet while you felt the two men studying you intently, “I...dunno.”

“Come on little bunny.”

“Umm…” you slowly looked up and then found your eyes wandering over to Bucky. He met yours with a steely gaze that caused a shiver to run down your spine and a tingling in your lower belly, “James.”

Zemo tuttled lightly, a small sound of disappointment as he looked between the two of you. He took a step back and nodded; the Baron was a lot of things, but he wasn’t about to impose or force himself on anyone. As soon as his name had left your lips, you seemed surprised that you’d said anything, a warm flush creeping into your neck and cheeks.

“And so she has made her choice,” Zemo said as he poured himself another drink, unfazed by the whole situation, “if you should ever choose to come to a different conclusion little bunny, do let me know.”

Without another word, he nodded at the two of you before clutching his drink and walking out of the kitchen, humming quietly under his breath. It was almost dead silent as he retreated and closed the door to his bedroom, leaving the two of you to stare silently at each other. Bucky’s gaze was unwavering and intense, and you felt as though you were slowly coming undone in front of him. When the silent became too great, you cleared your throat, ready to scramble away to your own quarters.

“Just where do you think you’re going?” Bucky reached out and grabbed your arm in gentle, but firm grip, effectively stopping you in your tracks. You swallowed thickly as you turned to look back at him with nervous eyes. When you didn’t say anything, he raised an eyebrow, “I asked you a question: where do you think you’re going?”

“I…” you trailed off as you watched him look at you with hungry, dark eyes, pupils completely blown with lust, “just leaving.”

“I’m not done with you yet,” he practically growled as you left all of that go directly to your already aching cunt, “I meant what I said - you’re mine.”

“I thought you didn’t feel the same,” you were looking at much with such surprised innocence that it was a miracle Bucky didn’t take you then and there, “you never-”

“Guess I jus’ needed that asshole to remind me of how much you mean to me,” he released his grasp on your arm and gently reached up to touch your face. After all this time - you’d never been reading the signs incorrectly at all, “just the idea of him touching you disgusts me.”

“What are you going to do about it then, Buck?” you gripped his wrist and pulled his hand away, a challenging look on your face as you tilted your head to the side, “so far you’ve been all talk.”

Maybe the alcohol was suddenly working as a confidence boost. Normally you would have shied away or let him take full control but today you were feeling...confident. The fact that two grown men had all but fought over you didn’t hurt either.

“You want this?” he licked his lips as his eyes instinctively fell to yours. Of course you wanted this; you’d practically been throwing yourself at him for the last year. You nodded slightly and his smile just grew, stretching from ear to ear, “you better be real sure sweetheart. I won’t be gentle and I won’t be nice. You are mine in every way and you will do what I say. Understood?”

Your jaw was clutched in his hand and his grip was practically bruising. Your whole body was burning with lust and desire, wanting him to use you and mark you up as his, “I’m yours, Bucky. Use me as you please.”

“I’m going to like this,” this was a side you’d never seen before of him and you suddenly wondered why you’d never tapped into it before. Despite his words, you knew he would never truly hurt you, “you’re such a good little bunny, aren’t you?”

“Mhmm,” you sighed, head already empty except for thoughts of him and what you wanted him to do to you, “I’ll be good.”

“Then on your knees,” he insisted as you readily complied, letting your knees hit the cool tile of the floor, “and do as I say.”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

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[jimlingss]

i have a request for something Taehyung! maybe taehyung christmas/holiday??? OR taehyung and the prompt "Give me attention"??? honestly i will take anything taehyung 🤩

↳ The Best Friend’s Older Brother Cliché

2.3k || 99% Fluff, 1% Angst || Kim Taehyung || Best Friend’s Older Brother!AU

Taehyung is your best friend’s older brother. 

It’s so entirely cliché that you cringe whenever you think about it, but it’s true and it happened…..you had the tiniest crush on him in high school. Okay— it was a big, fat crush. But you weren’t willing to admit it, not then and certainly not now. Mostly because it’s weird. Plus there’s the fact that it would be breaking the code of honour between besties. Sisters before misters.

The last thing you would want is to make Joy upset. 

But when you came home from college in the summer and Taehyung returned from his own studies abroad...you didn’t expect him to look like that.

“Hey, Y/N.”

“H-Hey.”

Taller. Leaner. Better dressed.

Maybe it had just been a long time since you’ve seen Taehyung. Maybe you had gotten desensitized but the long period away from him made you hyper aware of his existence again. Either way, seeing him made you realize that he had very much become a man.

He was no longer just the unattainable, cool teenage boy that you swooned over but left behind nonetheless in your coming of age years. And that fact slapped you across the face.

You didn’t expect for him to be like that either.

To smile at you like that. To strike up conversations. To be interested in what you were doing, where you were going.

“What are you majoring in again?”

“Anthropology.”

“Really? That’s super cool. I took one anthropology class when I was a freshman. Do you like it?”

“It’s not too bad. I think it’s interesting.”

Taehyung smiles faintly. “I always knew you were smart.” 

It was one date. 

You came over. Joy was abruptly called in to fill a shift at her summer job at the ice cream parlor.

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry. I swear I’m going to choke Jimin.”

“And then who’s gonna have to bail you out? Get going before you’re late.”

“Promise we’ll hang out more tomorrow.”

“Have fun at work!”

Taehyung happened to be there, hanging around the house, and he offered to drive you home.

“You really don’t have to.”

“I’m not going to make you take the bus in this hot weather, you know that right?” The corner of his mouth tugs easily. “Just get in the car.”

Except you both stopped to grab a small bite. A burger and fries. While sitting out at the park.

You’re not sure if that even constitutes as a date — there was nothing said about it, no mention made, all entirely too casual to be considered one. But it was the first time you and Taehyung were alone together.

Okay, if that counts...then technically it was two dates.

You and Joy went out to Jungkook’s party. She had a little too much to drink and the pair of you needed a ride home afterwards. Naturally, Taehyung was the one who picked you up in his car, begrudgingly, as Joy fought him before she laid down in the backseat, but he still flashed you that smile.

“Had fun tonight?”

“It was alright.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t end up going home with him.”

“Who?”

“You know. That guy with the glasses you were talking to on the lawn.”

“Namjoon? Oh no, we’re just friends.”

“Hmm. Is that so.”

After Joy was put to bed and tucked in, Taehyung asked if you wanted to stick around to watch a movie. You might or might not have cuddled into him during those three hours, but really was it cuddling? He just slung his arm over the couch where you were sitting and you leaned into his chest.

The two of you were just getting comfortable.

Alright, if that counts, then it was three dates but just three!

Taehyung asked you out personally, but it was to help him pick a gift for Joy’s birthday. He drove you downtown and you walked together in the streets, checking out boutiques before parading around the mall.

“What do you think?”

“Joy hates camo print and she doesn’t need another backpack, Taehyung.”

“Perfect! So she’ll love this then.”

He ended up getting a sweater she’d been eyeing for months.

When it became dark and you got hungry, instead of being dropped off at home, you went to the night market together on a whim. You snacked, had conversations and exchanged numerous stories. You still remember the laughter and how much your cheeks ached when you finally jumped into bed that night.

But before the summer ended, before you both left for your respective colleges, he wanted to talk.

“I had a lot of fun this summer.”

You eye him. “What did you even do this summer?” 

“Hang out with you.” Taehyung grins, eyes sparkling with mischief. “And I liked it.”

“Good. I might be hurt if you thought this entire time was awful.”

“I like you too much to ever think that. But...hear me out. What would you think we made things offici—

“We’re going to be super busy,” you interrupt in a panic, having a sense of where he was going with this. “...going to different schools and all that.”

You search his expression while schooling your own. Taehyung stays silent for a second and tries to read you. You’re not sure how successful he is.

“Right.”

“I’ll contact you, Taehyung.”

He smiles at that and eases. “Okay. Yeah. Sounds good. You can call or text me anytime.”

“Anytime?” You try to lighten the mood by shooting him an incredulous look. “I wouldn’t want to bother you.”

“If it’s you, it wouldn’t be a bother. Trust me.”

Except when you got back, you didn’t call him. You didn’t text him either.

You only saw him briefly when Joy would occasionally facetime him in the same room as you, when you were merely a figure in the background and Taehyung would ask who it was.

“Y/N, of course, who else?”

And you would give a small wave.

There were no conversations, no small talk, no exchanges of laughter. But it was better that way. Otherwise, you wouldn't know what Joy would say, how she’d react. You don’t even know if he’s serious about you. And you’re too scared to find out the answers to any of these questions.

It didn’t matter anyway. Deep down, you know Taehyung should be kept at a distance. You know it would be better if these feelings could fade away as a sweet, brief summer romance.

What you didn’t anticipate is to come over to the Kim’s for the holidays a few months later.

“Where are you going?”

Taehyung’s following after you, trailing at your heels like a lovesick puppy. “And don’t tell me you’re showering because you already used that excuse to avoid me today.”

You spin around, masking your startlement at just how close he is, and you frown. “I’m not avoiding you.”

The corner of his mouth tugs. “We shouldn’t lie to each other, sweetheart, even if you have the tendency to do that.”

You feel hot in your face from the pet name. “I never lied to you.”

Taehyung raises his brows. The both of you know then and there it’s a lie.

“My empty phone says differently.”

You cross your arms defensively. “I never promised I’d remain in contact. I was just...busy with classes.”

“Oh. Another lie again.” Taehyung grins, and he exhales softly causing a hundred goosebumps to raise along your skin when you feel the warmth of his breath. “You should really stop your bad habit, Y/N.”

You take a step back and he steps forward.

Before you know it, he’s cornered you in the dark hallway, staring at you intently before his half-lidded eyes flicker to your lips.

You swallow hard. “Go annoy your sister instead.”

“Why should I?” His mouth slyly curls. “I like you way better.”

For the entire duration of the break so far, the both of you have been sneaking around the whole time. From Taehyung instigating a game of footsies under the dinner table to whispering in your ear when no one’s looking to winking at you from across the room so quickly that you’d miss it if you blinked. You feel his affectionate hand on the small of your back when he slides by you, feel his gaze when his shoulders graze yours, and you feel the tickle in your tummy when his voice lowers into that seductive, husky pitch. 

During the summer, he was kind and friendly Taehyung. Cautious when it came to you. Hesitant to look your way.

But this time, he’s intensified. Flirtatious. Bold. Pulling out all stops.

Maybe it’s because he’s pissed that you didn’t contact him like you said you would. Maybe because he doesn’t understand why you’re restraining yourself, and he feels the need to push to know. Maybe because he suspects you know he likes you, and you like him — he wouldn’t be wrong. 

But either way, his new brazen approach was making you weak in your knees.

“Your mom’s coming,” you mutter while pressing your hands to his chest. You don’t know how or why he feels so firm.

“She isn’t. But even if she was, she’d be more than happy to know we’re together.”

“W-We’re not together, Tae.”

“That could change right now.”

“I...I can’t.”

His thick brows furrow. “Why not? I like you, Y/N, a lot.”

You swallow hard, feeling scrutinized under his heavy gaze. Taehyung’s beauty is lethal when he’s this close and you feel an urge to brush away the dark strand that’s fallen in front of his forehead from his neatly styled hair. It was a contrast to the casual hoodie and sweatpants he was wearing. He was handsome and cozy, ready to stop hearts or be hugged like a teddy bear.

It didn’t help that he was saying these kinds of things either. “I know.”

“I don’t think you do.” His voice drops a pitch. “For the past few months, I’ve been thinking about the summer and you. The entire time, I was waiting for you to call me, to text me. Do you know what that’s like?”

“Taehyung.”

“We can make this work. I want to make it work, so don’t make me wait anymore.”

You gaze at him, breath hitched in your throat and your self-control meets its limit. You practically leap onto Taehyung, heart thundering against your rib cage, standing on the tips of your toes — all to kiss him.

It’s soft and unhurried. 

Taehyung is caught off guard, but then you feel his wide smile against you. Immediately, his strong arm reaches for your waist and he tugs you in. A yelp escapes your throat as your bodies become flush against one another. Taehyung’s other hand presses against the wall behind you and he tilts his head to deepen the kiss. His tongue licks into your mouth and you groan, wrapping your arms around his neck. He tastes like sugar cookies, smells like citrus, and absolutely makes your knees weak.

You’re not sure how long you and Taehyung make out for, swapping spit like horny teenagers without experience.

It’s not until you hear a— “what the hell!” — do you break apart.

Joy is standing at the end of the hall and you shove Taehyung away from you, wide-eyed. He stumbles back, equally surprised.

“I-I can explain!”

Joy’s jaw has gone slack and you realize she’s waiting for said explanation.

“I….I…we….umm….”

Taehyung looks at you and then at his sister, opening his mouth to rescue you from this mortifying experience. But his sibling beats him to the punch—

“Look.” She raises her hands and you brace yourself. She wouldn’t end your years of friendship over this, would she? Then again, you can’t blame her if she did. “You don’t have to make this weird. It isn’t weird unless you make it weird. So I’ll just pretend I didn’t see anything.”

“Wait.....what?” That was certainly not the reaction you were expecting. You think you’re more taken aback than she is. “You’re okay with this? You’re okay if we’re dating?”

Joy nonchalantly shrugs. “It’s not a big deal. You’re adults, so you can make your own decisions and I kind of had a feeling there was something going on anyway.” She smiles and looks at her older brother. “Taehyung, you’re way too obvious. The biggest gift under the tree is for her from you.”

He grins. “You caught me there.”

You’re shell-shocked at how unconcerned she is and seemingly supportive at that.

“You knew?”

“Of course I do. We’ve been friends for what, ten years? I knew you had a crush on my brother back then. So if anything, it’s about time.” Joy raises her fist at Taehyung. “You better not make Y/N cry or I’ll make you cry.”

He snorts. “Wow, thanks.”

“Anyway, continue.” Joy lazily gestures. “But we’re watching a movie in five so be quick.”

Your best friend leaves to the bathroom where she was heading to in the first place and you turn to Taehyung who has an amused grin. “Well?”

“I don’t know.” Your mind is reeling at everything that’s happening and how real this is becoming. “For some reason in my mind, I thought that would go way worse.”

“Is that why you were so worried? You didn’t need to be. Joy likes you way more than she likes me, so if anything I’d be the one getting the flack.” Taehyung smiles and leans in. “But does this mean we can finally make it official? Can I call you my girlfriend already?”

You sigh and lift your arms to loop around his neck again. He leans in for another kiss, but you stop short an inch— “Depends on what that gift under the tree is.”

Taehyung grins and before you can pull away, he tugs your waist into him once more. 

This time you kiss each other unabashedly. 

[that-vigilant-yaksha]

Requested by Anon: can I request hcs with xiao, albedo, and childe x reader (separately) about the reader asking them to play truth or dare, just the two of them? it went slightly towards nsfw because the reader teases the character a lot and thus SEXUAL TENSION!!

Pairings: Albedo x GN!Reader ; Childe x GN!Reader ; Xiao x GN! Reader

Warnings: Sexual Content! Nothing graphic but mentions of sexual acts

A/N: My first request! Thank you for asking! I had so much writing these. Teasing these beautiful boys and how they might reacting to it during a game of truth or dare.

You were bored. The reality didn’t match the fantasy you’d had when you decided to accompany Albedo up to his camp in Dragonspire. He actually wanted to focus on work, instead of you.

Which honestly, you shouldn’t have been surprised by. The man was obsessed with his work.

Sitting on a stool, you simply stared at his back as he pondered over the pinned papers on the board. How could one man look so sexy while reading? But you were still bummed that he wasn’t paying attention to you.

“Hey, Albedo?”

No response.

“Albedo?”

Still nothing.

Getting off the stool, you snuck over him, admiring and hating how focused he was. “Albedo!” You nearly shouted his name, throwing your arms around his waist, pressing your face into his back. “Let’s play a game!”

He agreed to play only to satiate you, because although his work meant a lot to him, he also had such a hard time saying no to you. You’ll have to explain the rules to him, as he’s never played before.

Once he has a basic understanding, Albedo plays the game seriously. He leans toward truths in the beginning. He asks strange questions, sometimes pertaining to his work. It was cute, and you let him get away with it.

But when it was his turn, you teased him endlessly. Truths were riddled with leading questions, and dares were filled with some kind of touching or kissing. You started out small, daring him for a kiss or asking for the truth of how much he thinks about you when you are apart.

Albedo isn’t stupid. While at first, he isn’t fully aware of what you are doing, he quickly puzzles it out. He’ll play dumb, calculating the best way to deal with you being so brazen.

And when he does. Oh, you are in for it. You leaned toward dares, wanting to see how far he’d take it. You’re obviously fake innocent smile as you waited to hear what he’d dare you to do only fueled him to make the dare something dirty.

“I dare you to touch yourself.”

You.exe has stopped working.

You were not prepared to hear those words come from his lips. But he was staring at you without an ounce of joking, completely serious. Your silence prompted him to tilt his head. “I believe that’s within the rules, yes? Are you refusing my dare?”

Oh, you were in for it. It was freezing up in the mountains. And he wanted you to expose yourself and masturbate? The thought did thrill you, and you realized that this was an inevitable outcome.

You comply with the dare, and things only become more heated between the two of you. Dares becoming the only thing you both chose, becoming bolder with each one.

“Perhaps next time you’ll think again before attempting to fool me, hmm?”

Occasionally, late at night, you could find Childe at Northland Bank, on night duty. He needed no assistance from the other Fatui, as the single Harbinger was more capable than a dozen of his subordinates. You weren’t supposed to bother him while he was working but you’d caught him talking to himself in different voices, showing how utterly bored he was.

 In your hands was a bottle of wine and some snacks you’d swiped from Wanmin Restaurant. Childe wasn’t the best influence on you, apparently. You tended to do some shady things after spending more time with him. “I come bearing gifts.”

Childe is absolutely thrilled that you came. He hates having to be on guard, all alone. He’s a sociable person. “Oh, I see you brought some wine and food too.” You were always a treat to be around, and the Harbinger found himself wanting to spend time with you.

The two of you spend a little time talking and drinking, snacking, and more drinking. The wine had gone to your head a little, and you thought perhaps his guard was a little down after an entire bottle. “Wanna play a game with me?”

He’s ready when you suggest a game of truth or dare. He’s played with his younger siblings often and he loves the idea.

Childe takes the game very seriously but wasn’t ready for you to take such bold actions against him. He finds it utterly adorable that you are trying to trick him. But he allows it for a little while.

He’ll pretend to not notice that your dares are getting more and more intimate, and he’ll play dumb when you ask him to tell you the truth on how much he cares for you.

It’s the tipsy side of you that is unaware that is totally playing with you, biding his time before he could turn the tables on you. Childe is the puppeteer, and you are simply the marionette, but you were always unaware.

I dare you to kiss me anywhere but on my lips. A test. To see how far the harbinger was willing to go. You'd expected the neck, maybe. Where he'd find that sweet spot to nibble on. Or he might try for your chest, as a way to return your taunts.

The world flipped, and you were flat on your back against the floor. Blue irises staring at you with such intense lust. His mouth hovering above your most sensitive part of your body.

"Ah, the look on your face is so adorable. I could just eat you up."

And he follows through with his promise. Both of you secretly glad that he always works alone. Otherwise, someone might overhear all the pretty noises you make for him.

You liked taking overnight trips to Wangshu Inn, begging Boss to go along with your little white lie that the inn was full, and you had no room to stay in. Which meant you made a plate of Almond Tofu and went to the top floor to find the resident Adeptus.

“Xiao, I made your favorite,” You said, casting a glance around the seemingly empty balcony. He was here. You could tell, since you spent so much time with him, despite his constant complaining about tainting the human world.

“You are trying to bribe an adeptus? Humans are so brazen.” But he lacked the typical irritation that he had when speaking to anyone else. He could fake it all he wanted, but you knew he liked being around you.

You snickered, offering him the plate. “Inn’s full, so you’ll let me stay with you, right? You wouldn’t want me to sleep out here in the cold and get sick, would you?”

Xiao sighed, but accepted the dish. “I would not wish to see you fall ill. I’ll allow you to stay the night, as long as you behave.” He hadn’t intended the words to be received as you took them. 

The more you thought over it, the more you wanted to twist them just a smidge. Alone in his room, you sat on the bed and waited for him to finish eating. “Xiao, let’s play a little game! To pass the time.”

What is this game you speak of? It sounds childish. He doesn't partake in silly human games.

But your bottom lip sticking out in a pleading fashion paired with your big puppy dog eyes, and the adeptus caved, unable to say no to you.

"I surrender. Explain this game to me."

 Honestly, bless this man. He tries so hard, but he is taking the game way too literally. You have to explain again that he can ask whatever and dare anything. It's easy to take advantage and get away with a lot of teasing.

You start out with daring him to let you sit in his lap and touch his hair, and for the loner Xiao, this is considered a treat. It's rare that he lets you be so affectionate.

 You up your game and start asking for lingering hugs and kisses. Just give a few wiggles in his lap and you'll have him turned on. He's a bit embarrassed but finally catches on after some questionable dares. Why were you wanting him to kiss your thighs? Not that he minded because he quite liked them.

It's so cute how unaware he is. He's got a band of pink across his cheeks, finding it harder and harder to resist you. Until he finally understands what is going on. Bless him for being so naive to human teasing.

"I see." He'd ponder his next move and be brutal about his execution. You choose dare simply to see how he'll react. "My dare for you is this. Strip, completely."

 You eagerly comply, doing it ever so slowly. Revealing your bare skin bit by bit. His golden irises watching every moment.

 Xiao is quite annoyed that you managed to confuse him for so long and get in a lot of teasing. He plans to skip your turn for a while, giving you more and more risky dares until the game ends but the night has only just begun.

[lionofchaeronea]

A Hymn to Hades

I hope people are enjoying these. Let me know whether you’d like to see more or whether you’re tired of them. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I would start a new hymn, but my tongue freezes up - A shudder runs the length of my back. Where are the Muses? Their dancing has stopped. Shining Apollo’s lyre, the pipes of bucolic Pan - They are fallen, broken and silent, to the floor. In the air hangs a name that bread-eating mortals And ageless immortals alike fear to utter. Instead they hail the Receiver of All- and they do not lie, For the mighty and the lowly alike go down to your kingdom. Or they hail Wealth - for out of the black earth Come wheat and barley, the olive and the grapevine. Or even - a bold thing, but I do not shun it - They hail Zeus-beneath-the-earth, lord Of hollow Tartarus, which stretches down as far As Olympus juts up into the flashing ether. But though my heart recoils, I shall speak Your true name: Hades, the unseen, The ungiving, the unmerciful, the ever unmoved And implacable one, master of Cerberus And the four black steeds who draw your chariot Through the murky subterranean hollows - They feel no whip on their broad backs, for the power Of your dread will is enough. Casting your gaze This way and that, your black eyes flashing, You survey the swarms of feeble ghosts Who flit through meadows of asphodel: never Do their feet disturb a single stalk, So light they are. And among them kings, princes, Achaeans and crimson-cloaked Trojans, Lydians Who trod in life on purple carpets and drank From goblets of gold - all now alike, Their squeaks and screeches blending into one Cacophonous mass, as when a vast door fights Its rusted iron hinges. At last you turn away And return to your high throne, where silent Persephone waits, She whom you stole one day from among her fair company - But I shun that song, a greater voice than mine Has sung it. I turn instead to the brazen men Who dared set foot, while yet living, in your grim kingdom - Theseus first, and Pirithous the Lapith, Who lusted for your queen Persephone. But they did not deceive you - you trapped them In seats from which they could not rise. Then Heracles, man of unbounded might, That lawless fellow, who at Eurystheus’ command Broke down the gates of Tartarus, seized Three-headed Cerberus and dragged him, all unwilling, To the light. Theseus too he saved, But not Pirithous - iron Fate would not permit Even the son of Zeus to bring him back Among the churning ranks of living men. And last of all came the Thracian bard, sick at heart For fair Eurydice. As she danced unshod In a meadow at daybreak, the malignant viper Struck at her heel. No drug, no charm, Could check the poison - it swam to her heart And her skin grew cold to the touch. The lot of all… But Orpheus, Oeagrus’ son, would not rest content. No, all weaponless, clad in no armor, With his lyre tucked in his left arm, he descended alone Through a high-roofed cavern into Hades’ realm. As he stepped he sang, striking the strings with the plectrum, And his song was of Love, of husbands and wives Bound by the web of golden Aphrodite. Cerberus stood aside to let him pass; and Persephone, hearing, Touched her husband’s shoulder. At last the bard Came into the marble court of Hades, And there he knelt, and spoke winged words: “If my song Has found any favor in your eyes, grant me this, The return of tender Eurydice.” You thought a moment, Merciless one, and answered: “I swear by the Styx, The oath that binds the very gods: If you can return To the light above and never once look back At your Eurydice, as she follows in your track, You may have her, though she is mine by right.”  And in token of the pact, you nodded your head. Woe to Orpheus! It was a simple thing you asked of him, But yet too much. Swiftly he climbed, she following, Silent - and he feared her silence, lest it mean That you, Hades, had broken your oath and reclaimed her. So when the first light of dawn had fallen On his face, there at the cave’s mouth, And the North Wind blew through the meadows with a chill That spoke of life, he could bear it no longer - He turned, and all was lost. Back she vanished Into the embrace of the god who embraces all. You knew, dread Hades, that this would happen. For between the gods and long-suffering men There is a chasm, and none can hope to cross it - We age and die, they go on in their bliss Knowing no pain, forever delighting in the feast. So then receive us, Hades, lady Persephone, With all the grace you are able. Let us not be crushed By the weight of the black earth above. And if You can know joy, take joy in this my hymn - I offer it to you as I turn to another song.

Terracotta pinax showing the enthroned Persephone and Hades. Artist unknown; ca. 500-450 BCE. From the sanctuary of Persephone at Epizephyrian Locri; now in the Cleveland Museum of Art.