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ponderingmoonlight · 6 months

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Chapter 1 : Forbidden Bond

Pairing: Gojo x fem!reader

Warnings: Language, violence, physical abuse, traumatic childhood, Gojo being a jerk

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His usual so unbothered eyes grow wider and wider with each passing second, watch in slow motion how this tiny human being he’s never seen before draws closer to him. Step by step, not paying attention to the stinging fact that she’ll run straight into him. He couldn’t care less, though.

That smile.

Has he seen you before? No, he would have remembered for sure. There wasn’t a single moment in his still young life that made Gojo Satoru gaze at a smile twice, that made him wonder about the name and voice behind it. But seeing you like this, laughing to yourself so unmoved by your surroundings leaves him pondering.

Who is this girl?

He doesn’t get the chance to think about it any further. Like in slow motion, you trip over his feet first before dragging him along with you onto the hot tarmac, tiny stones digging themselves into the palms of his hands.

“Oh my, I’m so sorry! I didn’t even look out, I…I’m so clumsy!”

“It’s okay...”

No, it’s not. Why weren’t you paying attention to where you’re walking, how dare you to run him over – him, the pride of the Gojo clan? Now he’s all dirty, his pants probably sliced open.

But instead of complaining, he simply watches how you lift yourself off the ground so awkward that you almost trip right back on top of him, brushing the dirt off the dark blue kimono you’re wearing.

“Now you’re all dirty because of me”, you sigh with a pout.

Your voice. It matches your appearance perfectly, the innocent gleam in your eyes, the way your laughter sounded earlier. Angelic, hypnotizing, so melodious that he urges to hear you talk again.

“Let me help you back up!”

You stretch out your tiny hand in front of his and out of instinct, he grabs it. How is it possible that his palm seems to swallow yours whole? You have to be around his age, an inch or two smaller. But his hands…

Your hands…

You let go way too early.

“I was actually on my way home and got distracted by that dog over there. It got so happy when I laughed so I couldn’t stop and then you came and-“

“Do you ever stop talking?”

His cold interruption catches you off guard while he shoves both hands in the pocket of his hoodie. That boy…You’ve never seen him before around here. Sure, you would have remembered those bright blue eyes and white hair. Where does he come from? Why does he look so different? All those questions piling up inside your head.

Where were you even going?

“(y/n)?”

Her cold voice makes your blood freeze in an instant, widened eyes not daring to look behind you. Why is she here? You aren’t late, did nothing wrong…did you?

“Who’s that?”, the boy in front of you questions.

“(Y/N) ZENIN!”

You swallow hard, the tone in your nanny’s voice making you realize what will happen next. Suddenly you don’t care about the boy with the bright blue eyes or the happy dog anymore.

“You…You’re a Zenin?”

He can’t believe his ears, orbs studying you up and down. Of course, he heard about your family, about the stinging fact that he should keep a safe distance from you. Out of all big jujutsu families, the Zenin clan is the worst with its members being as cold as ice. His teachers warned him, parents literally begged him to keep himself away from anything that comes from this family. And that includes you as well, apparently.

“A Zenin…”, he mumbles under his breath.

You look nothing like their description, though.

His voice fades into the back of your mind. All you feel is thick fear crawling up your veins, the dark foreshadowing making your limbs ache already.

“What on earth do you think you’re doing here with this brat!?”

Her cold hand grabs your tiny arm roughly and forces you backwards so harsh that you almost fall over again.

“I ran into him-”, you desperately try to explain yourself.

“You…You are that Gojo kid, aren’t you? The honoured one…”

“And you’re a nobody.”

Gojo.

Your eyes widen in sheer horror. If there’s one thing your father told you over and over, it was staying away from members of the Gojo clan.

“Especially Gojo Satoru. Don’t you dare to even talk to him or you’ll feel my anger.”

“I didn’t know it was him, I was on my way home when I-“

“Quiet.”

A ruthless slap right in your face sends you onto the ground all over again, blood squinting out your tiny nose immediately. You…You did something unforgivable, something your father will punish you for. Shivers haunt your whole body, thick fear almost taking your sight. One last time your glossy eyes dart towards the boy with the unbothered blue orbs that now show a hint of disturbance.

-8 years later-

“Look what we have here, Suguru! There’s that dirty brat from the Zenin clan!”

“I don’t think you should call her like that…”

“I smelled your arrogance miles away, douchebag”, you mutter under your breath.

There he stands. Probably a few inches taller than the last time you saw him but still with the same dumb smirk plastered on his dirty face. He looks horribly good, arrogance dripping from every pore of his body. Oh, words can’t describe how much hatred you hold for that boy, how much willpower it costs you to not wipe him from the surface of this earth in an instant.

“Be nice to me, (y/n). After all I’m a special grade while you’re a lousy grade 1”, he bites back at you.

“Don’t make me launch another bit of Phobia Projection your way. I’ll never forget the way you cried like a baby.”

A cursed technique rooted in the dark arts of Jujutsu, a technique you learned by your grandfather by the age of 12. Those who wield this technique have the ability to delve into the depths of their target's psyche, extracting and manifesting their worst fears into reality. Through manipulation of spectral energy, the user projects vivid illusions that evoke intense sensations of terror and anxiety, effectively trapping their victim in a nightmarish realm tailored to their deepest fears. This technique not only inflicts psychological torment but can also paralyze the victim with fear, rendering them vulnerable to further attacks. It is a formidable and sinister ability that exploits the vulnerabilities of the human mind, leaving a lasting impression of dread long after the encounter has ended.

And made none other than Gojo Satoru break down in front of your feet.

“You’ll cry as well when I’m done with you, little bitch.”

Gojo builds himself up in front of you before Geto is able to stop him, glimmering eyes staring at you filled with nothing but hatred.

“Want applause for using a dark art on me? You’re nothing but a pathetic little girl that got slapped by her parents a little too often. And even though they trained you like there’s no tomorrow, your still not good enough to face me.”

His words hit you with full force, flood your mind with memories you tried to avoid so desperately. Out of instinct, you grab him by his throat and thrust him into the grass underneath, dig his flawless white hair into the dirt. If there’s one thing your family was right about, it was Gojo Satoru.

“I fucking hate you, Gojo. You’re nothing but a waste of space, just like your whole pathetic clan”, you hiss through gritted teeth, voice dripping in venom.

“My pathetic clan? Your family roams around and kills innocent people, (y/n). Who the hell are you to judge, huh? You’re not even strong enough to even talk to me”, he barks in reverse.

“Why does it always have to end like this between you two? Get off him, (y/n).”

Geto’s firm hands grab your shoulders and yank you backwards in order to create distance between Gojo and yourself while you can’t catch your breath.

Your deadly orbs still glare at him, blood pulsates through your veins so rapidly that you feel like exploding any given minute. He has some fucking nerve, talking about your past like that. Him, who’s nothing but a spoiled brat. Him, who’s gifting just by being born. Him, with nothing but immense powers and a pretty face.

“Next time you’re getting so close to me, I’ll kill your ass without thinking twice”, you spit at him from afar, Geto holding you back with all his strength.

“I love to see ya try little girl!”

“Come on, (y/n). Just turn around and leave, this is senseless. You’re just hurting each other.”

Suguru’s calm voice has always been the only thing that kept you from scratching those bright blue orbs out of his eyeballs. You allow your eyes to rest for a brief second, your heartbeat to calm down. Your family told you to stay away from him, to be better than him and forced you to attend Jujutsu High. Why does it have so damn hard to make them happy, to show your father that you’re worthy? How are you supposed to stay away from him when he’s around you all the time?

Without gifting him a single look, you turn on your heel and simply walk away.

Training. A training session is exactly what you need right now.

“Don’t you dare to shout after her, Satoru”, Geto warns his best friend right when he takes a deep breath in.

“I really don’t get it. All that hate just because your families don’t get along?”

“You don’t get it, Suguru.”

“What makes you hate (y/n) so much?”

Satoru can’t believe his ears, the sheer question of his best friend seeming like an insult. Why would he even like you? You with your stupid pretty face, you with those remarkable eyes that shook him to his core when he first saw you, you with that laugh…When was the last time he heard you laugh?

He shakes his head violently. Why would he even care about something so stupid?

“Cause she’s a Zenin brat”, Satoru replies monotone.

You are his enemy, the biggest threat of his family, hunting after his future. You deserve nothing but his hatred, nothing but disinterest. You are the devil himself. Yes, your sheer presence on this earth is enough reason to hate you.

“Didn’t you tell me she was quite nice when you met her as a child?”

“I never said that”, Satoru mumbles under his breath immediately.

Enough of all that bullshit, all that talking about your dumbass. It’s not like you deserve his attention anyway.

“C’mon, let’s grab something to eat.”

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sunfyresrider · 1 year

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Love & Ruin

Synopsis: After being hidden away for most of your life your mother decided to stop being protective. However, there is one rule you cannot break, DO NOT associate with your uncle Aegon. Of course, it's the first thing you do, and you both quickly realize you will be each other's inevitable downfalls.

Pairing: Aegon Targaryen x You (daughter of Rhaenyra) Warnings: drinking, cursing, smut, dubcon, more smut, manipulation, possible murder, obsessive tendencies, idk if this is dark!aeg or yandere but he's not okay, mentally. Word count: 7k Note: Part one of two:) I really hope yall like this. Reader is Helaena's age. I did not proofread; fuck it we ball. Tags: @lovelykhaleesiii @annikin-im-panicin @its-actually-minicika (Hi girls ily)

‘It wasn’t meant to happen like this’

Aegon paced back and forth inside the throne room waiting for the return of his brother. The storm that had rolled in was heavy, the sounds of hail beating the glass window echoed throughout the room. The sudden crash of thunder and jolt of lighting sent a shiver down his spine. The candles that lined the room were not enough to fully bring light into the dark. It was almost poetic; the storm echoed his inner feelings perfectly.

‘How could you do this?!’

‘Have you gone mad!’

‘Think about your wife! Your children! How will this look?’

‘She won’t show us mercy now, you fool!”

It had been hours since he sent Aemond to Storm’s End. The mission couldn’t have been that hard, go ask for a Baratheon bitches' hand and bring back a person. His mother had taken to chewing at her nail beds until they bled. His grandsire sat with his face in his hands contemplating how to fix this.

Once a crown was placed on his head Aegon found a new sense of confidence, one that could no longer be stolen away by those around him. His family could no longer control him nor tell him what to do. He was king and kings did not ask permission. They took what they wanted. From now on his word was law and this mission was the only reason he didn’t flee to Yiti. It was promised to him then taken away and he fully intended to take it back. And what he wanted was traveling to beg for Lord Borros to side with the pretender…

Five hours, it took five hours for the roar of Vhagar to be heard over the red keep. The storm had subsided to a light rain, yet the sky remained dark. Finally, he rose from his seat, his heart pounding in anticipation. A giddy smile creeping onto his face that his mother couldn’t help but scoff at. It didn’t matter anymore; he had won his first prize in war.

Murmurs from the council filled the once silent room but Aegon could only hear the pounding of his heart. His eyes locked onto the door waiting for them to walk inside. His imagination swirled with possibilities and all of them were better than his current situation. Alicent and Otto stared from a distance, both realizing their potential mistake. They let the dog off the leash and now they were about to suffer the consequences.

Guards rusting outside the doors caught everyone’s attention. The room went eerily silent as the doors began to creak open. Aegon nearly jumped out of his skin as he walked forward to meet who was coming.

Aemond, drenched in water, stalked inside slowly. His face was a mix of regret and… fear? The world stopped and as if on cue a flash of lightning followed by a crack of thunder that lit up the room. Aegon’s heart ceased to beat, his smile melted into nothing, and his feet threatened to give out on him. His mother’s eyes widened, and her hands fled to cover her mouth. Aemond struggled to lift the wet, bruised and unconscious body in his arms. He let out a shaky breath,

“There’s been an… incident.”

From a young age Aegon knew he had no love from anyone besides himself. His mother simply tolerated him, his father forgot him, and everyone else loathed him. The first-born son who should inherit everything but instead was given nothing. The son born to be loved but destined to be hated.

It was no surprise he was the way he was. He drank more than he should, fucked more than allowed and was cruel to those who may or may not deserve it. No one was born evil; they were raised to be that way. At least, that’s what he told himself to feel better at night.

And he wasn’t truly evil in the eyes of most anyway, just terribly pathetic. A lonely fourteen-year-old who may never feel loved. A boy who would never fully feel the warmth of someone’s gentle touch, the excitement when they approached, the soft reassurances and sweet nothings they would whisper, the true connection when intimate with someone you loved. It was all out of his reach… Until you started coming around.

For the better half of your life your mother, Rhaenyra kept you decently hidden from most of the court. It was not at all because you shared your features with Harwin Strong but because you were simply too precious for the world. You were her only daughter, her first born and you were too beautiful for the men in this city to gawk at and prey upon.

She would protect you from everything her father couldn’t protect her from. So, yes you didn’t get out much and when you did Harwin, and your brothers followed close suit. Rhaenyra did become more lenient as you grew. It was better to let you live as you wanted under watchful eyes than be locked away because of her own fears. At least that’s what Harwin told to calm her.

You were strictly prohibited from a handful of things though. Absolutely no leaving the keep unless it was daytime, and a handful of guards were there to follow. Absolutely no wandering around after dark, anywhere, no matter the circumstance. And finally, absolutely no involvement with your uncle Aegon.

Sadly, you were born with the same rebellion in your heart as she once had. The very first thing that needed to be handled was Aegon. It excited you to no end thinking about why he was banned from speaking to you. You needed to know why it was prohibited and see if it was as exciting as you thought.

Dusk had fallen on the keep and the light from the windows was beginning to fill the corridors orange. It was one of the rare moments you were able to be completely alone. You were supposed to return to your chambers immediately after your septa lesson but had time to stroll. Right now, your brothers would still be in the dragon pit, your mother in a council meeting and Ser Harwin getting ready for his nightly patrol. It was price time to make an escape and seek him out.

You found him in a compromising position. He was curled up in the corner of the library and reeked of wine. There was a subtle shine on his face from tears that were shed earlier. He looked pathetic, not in a bad way, in an abused puppy way that made your heart melt. How could you be banned from talking to him? When asleep he looked like a poor Angel. You crawled next to him and gently placed a hand on his shoulder to shake him awake. “Uncle?” You whispered into his ears.

“Aegon?” Your soft voice began to rouse him from his slumber. His eyebrows began to furrow slightly. “Aegon, wake up.” He jumped away and snatched your wrist, startling you. “Brother?!” His eyes scanned the room and you before settling with the most confused expression plastered on his face.

“N-no Aemond isn’t here. I-it’s just me.” Aegon paused in his drunken haze. Who was me? You were too pretty to be a maid, your clothes too fancy. His eyes danced up and down your form as his brain slowly started putting it together. “Your niece. It’s __ ”

His hands released you slowly as his mouth slightly hung agape. Why in the seven hells was Rhaenyra hiding a creature as beautiful as you? Yeah, he had seen you in passing maybe once or twice but never really got a good look.

You had the perfect plush lips coated in a shade of pink. Your eyes were large and glistened with his reflection inside your pupils. Your hair fell elegantly, highlighting your pretty face. And from what he could see from your neckline you had a nice chest too, for your age.

He felt two small warm hands cup his cheeks, pulling him from his thoughts. Aegon stared at you confused, his lips puffed out. “Oh Aeg, are you alright? Did someone hurt you?” Oh gods, you were too precious. He was too dumbfounded to say anything, maybe too drunk still to fully grasp the situation.

You weren’t wrong though; someone did hurt him. His mother barged into his room and slapped him clean across the face without warning. Ranting and raving about his behavior and how he was disappointing the family. He nodded slowly, not exactly sure how he was supposed to react. You let out a deep sigh and your lips formed a frown.

You knew exactly what to do. Your mother had done the same every time you or your siblings got hurt. You rubbed the tear stains on his cheeks and kissed his forehead gently. A soft smile appearing on your lips, “don’t cry please or you’ll make me cry. You’re a prince and a good son. You ride the prettiest dragon in the world and so many people think you’re amazing. You have so much to offer and they’re just too blind to see it. So many love you, I love you and-”

You were cut off by the sounds of your mother calling out your name searching for you. You let go of his cheeks and quickly embraced him. “You’re perfect, okay? Don’t cry.” You jumped to your feet and brushed your skirts down. “I gotta go… feel better!” Aegon sat and watched your little feet scurry off into the direction of your mother's voice.

His eyes were wide, and he was frozen in the same spot. Seven hells, seriously where the fuck have you been his entire life? There was a pool of emotions swirling inside him he couldn’t fully grasp. Your little hands and soft voice saying the sweetest things to a complete stranger. The way your lips softly pressed against his forehead radiating warmth throughout his body. You were so innocent, so blindly loving… You were his.

It was an odd thing for him to think. He never really desired someone for just himself, Aegon didn’t really care until this point. But right now all he could think about was stealing you away and keeping you tucked away in his room forever. Corrupting you slowly but only for him, no one else could see it or experience it. He needed more, desperately and as soon as possible.

He forced himself into wobbly legs and sucked in a deep breath. It was time to talk to his parents.

The plan failed so horrifically he could swear the gods were pissing on him. He went and asked for your hand, said he was ready to be a good son, bring the families together finally. Aegon was shot down so fucking fast he got whiplash. His mother was okay with it, seeing potential benefits. But his father was adamantly against it as was his bitch sister.

“You think I’ll let him drag my daughter into his depravity? Not until I am cold in my grave.”

That could definitely be arranged. It made complete sense; he was the eldest son, and you were the eldest daughter. You were heir and he was the second son of the king. There was absolutely no reason for rejection besides their own selfish, impossible to understand reasons.

It didn’t really fucking matter. When he wanted something, he got it one way or another. Thus, he came up with a plan to steal you away and woo his way into your heart permanently.

Aegon had stayed painstakingly sober the entire day and avoided any of the whores he usually wasted his time with. He waited til long after the sun had set to sneak through Maegor’s hidden tunnels to try and find your chambers. It was a hassle, he stumbled into Jacaerys’s room once and immediately backed out. Then he walked past what he assumed was a hidden entrance to your mother’s room only to hear lewd noises coming from inside.

He didn’t realize it at the time but that was when Joffrey was made.

The deeper he walked the more aggravated he became. Why was it so fucking hard to find you? It took him several failed attempts until he finally lightly pushed open the door to a room seeping with light. He peered in and saw you sleeping soundly on the bed, clutching a stuffed bear tightly to your chest. How cute, you were scared of the dark and slept with a bear, he thought to himself.

Aegon wasted no time welcoming himself inside and waltzing over to the side of the bed where you slept. He brushed a loc of your hair out of your face and admired how beautiful you looked, even while asleep. If he was totally honest, he could stay here and watch you sleep all night, but he had things he needed to do.

“Hey princess,” he spoke softly as he nudged your shoulder. Unlike him, you were an extremely light sleeper. You opened your eyes and they immediately shot wide open. You attempted to let out a scream at the intruder, but he swiftly shoved his hand onto your mouth. “Shhh! Shhh, it’s just me. It’s Aegon.”

Your face relaxed and you blinked your eyes a few times trying to decipher if this was a dream or reality. “Aegon,” you murmured into the palm of his hand. “I’ll let go if you swear to be quiet. Promise?” You nodded your head and he slowly pulled back; a wide grin plastered over his face showcasing his perfectly even teeth. “Good morning, princess.”

You rubbed your eyes and peered over to the window. “It’s still nighttime…” you drawled into a yawn. “I know, it’s the only time you’re alone.” You sat up on your bed, “I’m sorry it’s just-” your words were stuck in your throat as he reached up and brushed the hair out of your face again. His eyes were completely memorizing, and he touched you with the gentleness only your mother did. “No need to be sorry, princess. I’m here now, aren’t I?”

“Y-yeah.” Aegon stood up off the floor and handed you a cloak he had balled up in his lap. You raised an eyebrow at him and pulled it towards. “You don’t ever get to leave right? Well, I leave all the time so I thought I could take you into the city for some fun.”

Your face lit up, you could finally leave and see what’s outside these dull walls. But there was an aching sensation at the back of your head. The sound of your mother's voice telling you what not to do. The fear of disappointing her was strong and the fear of potential punishment even stronger. “I- I can’t. My mother would be furious.”

“I won’t tell anyone if you don’t. Besides, you wouldn’t want to make me cry, would you? I- I just thought you would want to spend time with me.” His blue eyes peered up at you with the same heart wrenching expression as the other day. It was manipulative, he knew but it worked every time. “I won’t tell anyone, " you said in a nervous whisper.

His frown quickly grew into a wide smile, flashing wolf life teeth. Aegon’s eyes had a mischievous glint behind him when he spoke, “good girl, put this on.” The nickname sent a shiver down your spine. A very subtle, almost unnoticeable feeling of butterflies filled your stomach. You blushed and nodded your head in agreement.

It didn’t take long for Aegon to grab your hand and whisk you far away from where you were meant to be. You clung to his arm as you both scurried through the dark corridors. The farther you went the smell of dust and cow dung intensified as did the conversation of city folk outside the walls.

The streets of King’s Landing were dirty but so much more alive than you ever thought they could be. It was the hour of the bat and yet the streets were bright with fires lit at every corner. The streets were crammed with people from all walks of life, travelers, merchants, witches, performers, whores, musicians, and knights. It was quite the spectacle for a young girl who had been confined to a castle.

Aegon was reveling in your excitement and awe, still blissfully unaware of the depravity that shrouded these streets. Your voice carried the joy only of someone as innocent to the world as you could possess. It was fucking magical how you gazed up at him like he was your savior.

To his surprise, you babbled about more than any girl he’d ever met. It should be annoying, but he was drowning in the presence of your voice and the way your fingers would squeeze his own when the topic turned to something that moved you. You had completely captured him with your accidental charm.

But as the night went on his original scheme drifted into the back of his like a distant memory. Aegon couldn’t take you where he wanted, you were too good for it. The prying eyes of others would probably send him into a blind rage anyway. It was already beginning to build as random passersby simply looked at you.

To avoid a possible murder or maiming he whisked you away to a final destination. Aegon told you people here eat, drink and play music here until the dawn rises. There were musicians and poets singing while people danced around them. Men and women were laughing and drowning themselves in what you presumed could only be wine. There were several dragon shaped lanterns that occasionally spewed fire lighting the corner of the world you reside in.

It was pretty spectacular in the eyes of a girl. But it was also the place where your inevitable downfall began. It started with a glass of ale, not wine, that Aegon offered you. It burned your throat as you swallowed it, whatever you had made him chuckle and use that nickname again. It inspired you to drink more and keep receiving soft praises from your uncle.

You could feel it flow through your body slowly warming your insides and sending a slight tingly sensation in your limbs. That’s when the music started to sound good enough to dance. You bounced around Aegon in possibly the worst showing of dance moves he’d ever seen. It was cute though, to him at least.

That’s when you decided to drink more and fully let go of whatever expectations of a princess rested in the back of your mind. One, two, three, you lost count after the first. Aeggy refused to dance but he occasionally twirled you around and let you hang onto his shoulders.

As time passed on so did any semblance of sobriety you had left. Your words were slurring together, and your movements became sloppy, the ability to stand was nearly completely lost. That’s when Aegon declared it was time to bring you home. At first, you tried to reject the idea and fight back, but your muscles were just as weak as your mind.

He lifted you and wrapped your legs around his waist so he could carry your little self-home. It was okay, at first being carried by Aegon. But then you began to feel his breath on your neck sending goosebumps through your body. The low whisper of his voice telling you sweet things echoing in the walls of your mind. Then came a new feeling between your legs when his lips brushed against your ears ever so slightly. Every sensation was heightened to a point it had never reached before.

It was a warm ache between your legs that kept getting worse the longer you were wrapped around him. You were worried, what if the wetness between your legs was your moonblood. How insanely embarrassing would that be if you bled on your uncle? You tried to untangle yourself, but he put two firm hands onto your waist and pulled you back in.

The sudden friction between your legs caused you to yelp, a quiet yelp that did not go unnoticed. He paused his steps, glancing at you avoiding his eyes then back at the street to the keep. His lips slowly curled into a smirk only he could wear so well. Aegon didn’t say anything the entire way back home, though a million things were racing through his mind.

The walk home was agonizing, every once in a while, he would move in a way that sent electricity from your core to the depths of your stomach. You didn’t even notice the tiny few whimpers that came from your throat, but he did. Oh, Aegon was noticing it all, every sound, every movement, every look, the warm feeling between your legs that was growing damp across his waist, and it was driving him mad.

He should have been a good little prince and placed you on your bed and left but he had never been a good prince. Aegon wanted to know how far he could take it before you melted beneath him. Obviously, like a good uncle he helped you undress into your night clothes since you were too drunk to do anything.

“Come on, princess. Time to lay down.” You begrudgingly threw yourself onto the bed and rolled onto your back. You couldn’t sleep, your undergarments were uncomfortably wet, and the ache continued to get worse. You obviously couldn’t tell him any of this, so you laid there, suffering.

Unexpectedly Aegon climbed into bed he was on top of you, his knee moved to press in between your legs and your eyes widened from their half-lidded state. “Are you okay, niece? You look… frustrated.” His face was plastered in fake concern, though you couldn’t tell. You clenched your legs together trying to prevent him from moving. “I-I’m fine,” Aegon moved his knee to rub against your core just once, your legs unconsciously tightened around him. “U-uncle,” you stuttered out in a near whimper.

“If there’s something wrong, I can help you…” He moved his knee into your core, and you bit down onto your lip trying to stifle the sound threatening to come out. Aegon, though a good actor could not hide the glint behind his eyes. He leaned into you, pulling your lip out from your teeth with thumb. “I can show you what helps me feel better.”

He whispered lowly, you didn’t have time to think, or reply before his lips were connecting to yours. The taste of sweet mead filling your mouth. You attempted to push him back, tell him no, this was wrong, and you could get in so much trouble. But the feeling of his legs between yours was easing whatever plagued you.

He slipped his tongue down your throat and entangled it with your own. The feeling of need was becoming too much so you moved your hips, finally. A soft moan forced itself out of your throat as you desperately tried to move against, aching for something you didn’t understand. A few tears slipped from your eye wetting his cheek.

Aegon chuckled into your mouth before pulling back, you whined at the loss of both his lips and his knee. The throbbing feeling between your legs became increasingly worse every second he wasn’t there. “It aches, doesn’t it?” Your face flushed red as your eyes bore into him, the true image of innocence laid out beneath him.

His hand traveled from your cheek to the hem of your dress bunched up at the ends of your thighs. Aegon slipped his hand underneath the fabric and hovered over your cunt. You grabbed his hand and stopped his movements, “N-no we can’t.” He cocked an eyebrow, “why not? You hurt and I’m the only one who can fix it.” Your grip on his hand slowly relented, “but i-it’s inappropriate.”

Aegon forced his hand forward so he could cup your cunt. It was completely soaked and so needy for release, how could he stop? “No, it’s not. I’m your uncle and it’s my job to take care of my sweet niece.” You bit your lip in contemplation, the feeling of his palm on your clit made you want to cry. It was too much, the feeling in your core was too much. “Please, Aeg.”

He crushed his lips into yours forcing all the breath out of your lungs. His fingers slid up and down your slit collecting your wetness on his finger. His other hand moved to palm your dress and pinch your nipples beneath your gown. Your moans threatened to echo throughout the keep but he swallowed each one with his lips.

Aegon forced one finger inside your cunt and immediately you clenched around him. Gods, you were so fucking tight he would have to force in the second. Your back arched as he moved his fingers to hit the spongy spot inside. The feeling of your core tightening was overwhelming, tears began to stream from your face and your nails dug into his shoulder.

Your hips moved unconsciously into his hand, pleading for release. His thumb moved to rubbed circles around your clit and all thoughts you had were dumbed down. “A-aeg!” You whimpered into his mouth; the coil tightening was overwhelming all of your senses. The sounds of his fingers pulling in and out of your dripping cunt were filling the room.

“Be a good girl and cum for me, princess.” His movements were faster, harsher and more desperate than before. “P-p-please,” you stuttered out in a loud moan as your legs began to clench around his hand. He growled, dropping his head to the crook of your neck. “Cum on my fingers, baby. That’s right, be a good fucking girl for your uncle.” His fingers curled up and pressed deep into the spongy spot inside you. You felt your cunt clench around him, your core tightening harder than before until the coil broke. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your body began to shake and the feeling of ecstasy washed over you.

You crashed, your legs twitching as he continued to move circles around your sensitive clit. Aegon pulled his fingers out and your body mourned the loss of him. He wiped his hand on his clothes and bent his head down to place kisses all over your face. “You did so good, princess.” He spoke in between the pecks he placed on your face.

“Aeg… I’m tired.” Your body was limp, and your eyes began to close on their own. “Shh, go to sleep, princess. I’ll clean you up.” And he did exactly what he said, surprisingly. He took the time out of his night to carefully clean up the mess he made on your body and clothes. It was pathetic to admit but at some point, he came in his trousers, and it was leaking out onto your clothes.

So, he had to change you. Aegon didn’t mind, watching you sleep so peacefully and taking care of his little angel was nice. Especially after what you had given him. He stayed the night, watching you sleep peacefully until the sun rose over the horizon and he scurried into his own room.

It became a horrible routine between the two of you. Aegon convinced you only he could make you feel that way, so you had to come to him if you wanted it. He would always visit at night, though most times you simply stayed inside. He touched you in places that were meant to be forbidden and you came undone beneath him… repeatedly.

You enjoyed him for more than that though. Unlike your brothers or other family, he was always there. Always teaching and showing you exciting new things, making you laugh constantly, showering you with affection you received from no one else. He worshiped you in his own way.

Aegon was completely addicted, and it was going to kill him eventually. If you weren’t awake when he came, he would just sit and watch you sleep, occasionally taking his place besides you. If you were awake, he craved your attention and your body… and he always got it. You were so kind and loving towards him, completely unaware of how others viewed him. You told him you loved him, were proud of him and he was a good man.

No one had ever said those words to him before. It’s why the addiction started and why it had no chance of ending soon. When he was upset you kissed him and whispered words of encouragement. You went out of your way to make him feel happy and deserving of the life he had. And it’s why, for a short time, his behavior started to improve drastically.

It shocked essentially everyone around him, especially his mother. For a moment she was almost proud, maybe her speeches finally got to him, and he was taking being a king seriously. That was before Aegon told her he was only behaving this way so he could prove to Rhaenyra, he deserved you. The situation caused a whole different type of stress for Alicent.

Things were looking up anyway. Especially since your mother had officially started letting you out on your own. You were now a teenager and had to learn some type of independence. The dragon pit was your favorite place even though your mount was a lazy bum.

Plus, you got to spend lots of time in the pit with your uncle and you got to watch him train with the other boys. Of course, a few people noticed the way you watched him and how he watched you. It was kept quiet, as far as anyone knew you had no relationship.

Aegon, thankfully, found enough self-control to not fuck you. To do enough to keep you attached to him but not enough to ruin your innocence completely. It was hard to explain how exactly he felt. It was like he needed you to breathe or eat or do anything. It was bordering on a very unhealthy obsession combined with genuine fondness.

It was new and it was perfect. He was no longer lost in this world with nothing to live for.

Until the day you abandoned him for Dragonstone. He cried, a pathetic and desperate display to his mother asking for her to keep you here. He pleaded for them to just allow you to be wed, he begged to let you stay as her ward. He made promises he probably couldn’t keep but tried, nonetheless.

All he got was sympathy, it was out of her hands completely. The king and his whore sister made the decision to forbid a marriage. They made the decision to let you be sent away to that desolate, rain filled, and droll island. To make it worse the gods decided to spite him and have him betrothed to his own sister.

He almost immediately got worse the second you boarded the ship. Aegon fell right back into his old habits of whoring, drinking and being a massive cunt. The shift was bound to happen so no one was surprised but it was becoming increasingly impossible to keep him under control. Everyone else fell back into their old habits of beating and berating him any chance they got…

Aegon only ever really felt happy again when he drifted off in his sleep. He could feel, touch, hear and smell you again in his dreams. For a few hours every night he was back in your room making stupid jests only you would laugh at. It was like heaven every time he closed his eyes… Then he woke up.

To ease his suffering, he fisted his cock while smelling the clothes you had left behind pretending it was you. If not that he would get drunk and imagine all the ways he could kill your mother and his so, he could steal you away. One day, he would take something from them that they truly loved so they could understand exactly how he felt. For now, he tormented Aemond and did everything in his power to piss his parents off.

Luckily for Aegon and those close to him, Laena Velaryon died in childbirth and his chance to be reunited came sooner than expected. The ride on Sunfyre was one of the best he’s had in ages. It was as if he could sense who they were seeing and was absorbing his rider's excitement. It seems important to mention Sunfyre has a fondness of your she-dragon who he may or may not have tried to breed on several occasions.

The funeral was fucking boring. He didn’t know anyone there and didn’t really care either. Aegon spent most of the time ignoring the speech and scanning the crowd for your little form. He didn’t find you, so he fled into a corner with his wine and brother close on his tail.

Your mother was stalking about staring at Daemon, Helaena was mumbling riddles to herself while playing with a bug, the bastards were comforting the Velaryons, and Aemond was on his left half asleep. Where in the seven hells was his little princess? As the sky began to cover itself in a shade of gray, he spotted you.

For a sliver of a second he was overjoyed, he dropped his wine and stood up straight preparing to walk over. The crowd began to dissipate and on your right was a young Velaryon boy with his arm wrapped around you showing off whatever was in his hands. His eye twitched and his firsts unconsciously bawled up til his knuckles turned white. Aemond peeked over and scoffed, “it’s a waste of time.”

“I’m gonna kill him.” Aemond rolled his eyes and slumped back into the wall. His obsession with the bastard was beyond him but everything his brother does is beyond him. Aegon spent the rest of his funeral staring daggers into the boys next to you. He was making you laugh and touching you far too much for his liking. Jealousy, rage, hate, hurt, Aegon couldn’t put a name to everything that was boiling inside his stomach, but it was too much. You hadn’t even fucking glanced in his direction the entire night.

It is rumored by the maesters later that night King Aegon took his first life by feeding an unsuspecting boy to his dragon. Others claim the boy simply drowned in the high tide that night and was washed away to sea. The body was never found so no one truly knows… Aemond, personally and wholeheartedly believed his brother pushed the boy into the water and let him sink. Driftmark no matter how you looked at it was a terrible night for all involved.

The hour of the bat, a time of night you learned to love dearly was now a time of loneliness. Dragonstone was incredibly terrible especially since your uncle was nowhere in those walls. You were severely depressed to say the very least. You knew he was coming today and wanted to seek him out but failed to find him.

It didn’t stop you from sneaking out at night in a very desperate search for him. It took around twenty minutes for you to weasel your way through Driftmark to his supposed chambers. You ran full force into Aemond on the way which made you both fall to the ground. He was going to try and claim that damned dragon you saw him watching her all day and you were going to reunite with your uncle-lover. Both of you would be in the deepest shit known to man if anyone found out.

So, a silent pact was made to tell no one where either was going. You knew it was a real deal because he helped you off the floor and nodded his head in the direction of the room you were trying to find. ‘Good luck,’ you whispered quietly as you both scurried off in opposite directions.

Much to your dismay he was passed out drunk. You had to literally shake him awake. “Aeg… Aegon!” You climbed on top of him and shook his shoulders. He moaned, groaned, tried to push you away but you were determined. “Wake up! We don’t have all night.” You swore you saw his ears perk up like a dog. His eyes opened and he shot up in bed nearly knocking you off.

“You!” He grabbed ahold of your face, squishing your cheeks in his hands. “Yes, it’s me! Where the hell have you been all day?” Aegon looked offended and almost betrayed, “where have I been? Watching you swoon over some Velaryon cunt.” You scoffed, “watching me? I looked for you all day! I had to give up and talk to a cousin I barely knew.”

His eyebrows furrowed together, “if you barely knew him then why was he all over you?” You grabbed his face, “if you paid any attention, I was trying to escape him the entire time.” Hm, he could have been blinded by jealousy and didn’t notice you politely backing away and avoiding the kid’s eyes completely. He thought you were acting shy and coy, but this made sense.

“You still love me?” He did this more often while drunk. If he ever felt insecure his blue eyes would turn pale and start to water. His lips puffed out slightly and he bore into your soul begging for consolation. You knew the quickest way to make his fears go away.

You pressed a kiss on his lips, trying to drink away all of his fears. Aegon pulled your face as close as possible, sucking all the air from your lungs. Your lips danced around each other passionately trying to make up for the time apart.

“I still love you, Aeggy.” You murmured into his lips; a faint grin formed on his mouth. With his eyes half lidded he whispered, “prove it to everyone then.” You chuckled softly; a soft look of confusion plastered on your features. “How do we do that?” His hands slipped down to your waist, then to your thighs rubbing them slightly. “Give me all of you before they take you away.”

There was a deafening pause in both of your movements. The amount of trouble you would both get into would be life altering. Losing your maidenhood to someone who you weren’t wed to was a sin, a crime even. “So, you don’t really love me. You don’t even trust me enough with yourself.”

It felt like a sword was plunged through your heart. Of course, you loved him. Of course, you wanted to give him everything. “T-that’s not-” he released his hold on your thighs and ripped his face away from yours. “Get out.” You grabbed his hands and tried to pull them back to you, “Aegon please this isn’t-” His eyes turned dark, his hands were ripped out of your grasp. “Don’t lie to me. You used me and now you’re discarding me just like everyone else.”

Tears began to prickle at the corner of your eyes. You never ever used him; you loved him with all your heart. There was never another person who made you feel the same way he did. “Please, I love you,” your lips trembled while you spoke. “I don’t love you.”

You shook your head no, no, no, no, no, your entire world came crashing down at once. The sword in your heart ripped it in half. Your breath quickened and your arms began to shake. The tears that threatened to fall came pouring out of your eyes. “Please- pleas- I love you- please- you can have it- anything you want please don’t leave me.” Your cries were near incoherent.

He was evil, this was the absolute proof of it. Aegon knew he was lying to have you; he knew exactly what hold he had over you and did it anyway. You just couldn’t understand, if he took your maidenhead, you could be together forever. He wasn’t just doing this for himself, it was for both of your sakes. It was blisteringly obvious he would never stop loving you.

“Shh, don’t cry, I’m sorry.” He pulled you into his chest and combed his slender fingers through your hair. “We’re going to be together forever, okay? I'm never leaving you.” He lifted your chin up so you were looking at him. Even when you cried you were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. “Let me show you how much I love you.” You nodded your head desperately.

It took minutes before you were laid out flat on the bed. He lifted your legs over his shoulders and buried his tongue inside your core. It was new and the pleasure was radiating throughout your body faster than before. Aegon swirled his tongue in circle around your clit as he brutally fucked you with his fingers.

Your hips bucked up to meet his face and he growled a response. The vibrations sent waves of heat through your veins. Your thighs clenched around his head as your orgasm began to wash over you, far quicker than ever before. You cried out at the feeling of the coil coming undone in your stomach. You could feel his lips form into a smile, he placed kisses onto your sensitive clit causing you to whimper. It wasn’t over, he had just started.

Aegon pulled away and you whined at the loss of his heat on top of you. Then you heard the sound of his trousers being pulled off, you looked away out of politeness. “Don’t be shy, baby. It’s all yours.” You pulled your head off of the pillow and your eyes widened. Aegon was thick, incredibly thick and you couldn’t imagine how that was going to fit inside you.

His tip was a bruising pink, and you could see his seed already beginning to leak out. It looked painfully hard as his veins popped out. He climbed on top of you without a moment's notice and rubbed himself against your dripping slit. “Aegon,” you whined as he teased your entrance.

Aegon leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. He prodded your entrance, “just be a good girl for me. It will only hurt for a second, I promise.” You tried to open your mouth to reply but an incredibly loud scream escaped your lips as he slowly began forcing himself inside. “Gods, you’re so fucking tight,” he groaned under his breath.

The sensation of being filled to the brim made your eyes roll into the back of your head. Aegon moved painfully slowly, thrusting himself in and out of you. You moaned incoherently as his tip pushed into that spot inside of you. What started out as pain was quickly turning into pleasure.

You wanted him deeper inside you, you needed him to fill you completely. Your legs wrapped around his waist, and you pulled him into you. He moaned as your cunt swallowed his length entirely. “So needy for my cock, princess.” You whimpered breathlessly underneath him, “please Aegon.” He moved his hand to cup your face, so you were staring at him. Your eyes were blown out in desire and your face was flushed a deep shade of red.

It was as if Aphrodite was underneath him begging for him to fuck her. “That’s a good girl begging for me.” His thrusts started to become faster, and your mind began going numb. Your cunt clenched around him as your eyes welled with tears. “Yes! uncle, please. Please!” You stuttered between moans and whimpers.

His lips crashed into yours stifling your moans as he forced himself deeper inside you at a bruising pace. His cock pounded against your cervix and not even his lips could fully swallow your moans. You wrapped your arms around his neck and dug your fingers into his shoulders. “Fuck baby, you’re so perfect for me.” Aegon’s praise made you whimper for more.

His cock was throbbing inside you, his seed threatening to spill at any moment. “My good girl,” he moaned into your ear, putting emphasis on ‘my’. Your entire body was going limp beneath him. The friction of his skin rubbing against your clit caused you to start coming undone.

“Aeg- aegon- please cum for me.” He never expected those words to pour from your mouth like a carefully constructed melody. Aegon dipped his head into the crook of your neck and began to whine as you clenched around him. As your core began to tighten you moaned a symphony, “I love you, I love you, I love you-”

Aegon picked up his pace, brutally fucking you with every ounce of energy he had. You felt the heat in your core turn into a fire as ecstasy started to wash over you. Your cunt clenching hard trying to drain every ounce of him.

The door slammed open “My Prince! It’s urgent-” Both of your heads shot to the entrance, staring at the mortified king’s guard whose eyes were boring into you. Oh, you were completely fucked.

Silence, the walk to the grand hall of Driftmark was completely silent. The guard behind you refusing to make eye contact with either of you. You could barely walk straight; your body was sore, and wetness was dripping down your legs.

All you could do right now was pray to the gods he didn’t snitch. Your hair was a mess, sweat was glistening on your faces, your night clothes were a mess, Aegon probably had your juices still on him, your cheeks were flushed a bright red and your lips were bruised… you were done for.

Although, as you entered the hall you noticed everyone else looked far worse than you. You noticed your brother’s bloody faces first and rushed over to them. Aegon immediately wanted to die the second you left his side. He wasn’t concerned at all; this was meant to be found out about.

Except, why now of all fucking nights. His brother had been maimed by your bastard brothers and his mother was in a frenzy. All he could do was stare at him in shock, the feeling of guilt washing over him. Aegon should have been there for Aemond, he should have saved him.

He glanced at you and your brothers were looking at you in disgust. Even when you reached out to comfort them, they pushed you away. Bastards, vile disgusting bastards.

It only got worse from there. Your mother came rushing in, obviously after fucking her uncle. He wanted to laugh, like mother like daughter. His mother was frantic demanding for justice, Rhaenyra screeching bullshit and you tucking yourself behind everyone.

Then the question was asked. “Aegon! Where were you?!” He didn’t even get a chance to reply before the king’s guard swooped in to make matters worse. “He was in his room, your grace… with the princess.” His head nodded towards you, and you looked absolutely mortified.

He should have waited to take it, he should have never made you do anything. Everyone in the room stared at you, just you. It took mere seconds for Rhaenyra to see exactly what had happened, only fueling her fury. Alicent, on the other hand, looked even more upset. The slap she so harshly laid across his face echoed throughout the room, completely silencing it.

There would be no justice since he had chosen the perfect day to defile the king’s favorite grandchild and his sister’s favorite child. You should hate him; you should want him dead. “Who told you these lies boy?” His father’s voice was filled with venom. “Aegon.” His father’s eyes turned dark as he tried to limp his way over to him.

“That’s not true! I told him… both of them.” A soft, quiet voice from the other side of the room caught everyone’s attention. You were defending him against the wrath of your family when he had just quite possibly ruined your reputation. If his obsession was bad, then it definitely got a thousand times worse at that moment.

Everything that happened after that was a complete blur. Insults were thrown, threats were laid out, his mother pulled a knife on his sister, and you fled the scene with your head down. It was like a fucking fever dream that didn’t seem to end.

It got worse the next day. The verbal assault he received from his mother was one for the history books. As was the slap that turned into a giant bruise on his cheek. Aegon was absolutely banished from ever talking, touching, or breathing near you. Any attempt at reaching out would immediately be cut down. His father said nothing of it, probably realizing his mistake in not wedding you sooner. Even Aemond, who should have despised him, forgave him.

It didn’t matter what they thought, he loved you, he wanted you, he needed you, and he was going to fucking have you. Aegon realized several things that night. You needed to be saved from your family as quickly as possible. The bastards and his whore sister needed to die sooner than late. Lastly, he was going to become king no matter what he did.

You were forbidden from ever speaking to Aegon again. It was awkward to say the least when you had to tell your mother everything. She should have been mad, hit you, yelled at you but she only hugged you when you cried. Your mother knew you didn’t tell anyone you were bastards. She knew you wouldn’t lose your maidenhead unless you truly believe they loved you. However, it was a secret that you could never ever tell anyone else.

You can never repeat what you said that night, but it was okay, you only wanted to protect who you loved. She explained how Aegon was taking advantage of you and men lie to get what they want. They prey on innocent girls, pretend to love them to get what they want, then discard them. Your mother repeatedly told you it wasn't your fault for your kind heart. She stated it was her own failure for not protecting you from it.

You didn’t truly believe it was all lies, at least, not all of it. It didn’t really matter now, he was gone forever, and you were alone on Driftmark.

Until you and your family would have to return to King’s Landing, five years later.

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Lost (11) - Into you

Tara Carpenter x female Reader

Summary: To anyone on the outside, and to Tara’s friends, you were Tara’s fierce protector, the MMA fighter who’d take anyone on for Tara. The Guard Dog, as Amber called you. You had no idea you’d have to protect her from people who claimed they loved her. It didn’t matter. As long as you and Tara had one another there was nothing you wouldn’t be able to survive.

Story warnings: Scream violence, family issues, trauma, angst, certain sensitive topics

Word count: 5.7k

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-You said, "Time to tear down the walls You know not every thing's your fault-

She was going to pass out, there was no way she could handle this. Your scar reopened! There was blood dripping down your neck! Tara wanted to scream and cry and pass out at the same time, but she managed to hold out until you landed a finishing blow and then, when it was clear you would be a winner she passed out.

The next thing she felt was a cup worth of water being thrown into her face as she was forced to blink a few times. “There she is,” Mindy teased, poking Tara’s cheek until Tara swatted her hand away.

“Come on, T, you’ll miss your girl’s interview,” Chad joined in with the teasing and she genuinely regretted inviting the twins to your apartment. At least Sam wasn’t teasing her as well.

Tara still wiped her face with the paper towel Sam had handed to her and sat up to see you on the TV, wiping the blood off your neck as the interviewer approached you. You looked tired, it wasn’t just your bruises after the fight, it was in your posture, in your eyes, you needed to rest, and she wondered just how hard did you train to get to that point.

“The belt is yours, Y/N!” the interviewer sounded happy, and she guessed it was the one that’s been following your carrier for a long time now.

You grinned slightly and shrugged. “Not for long though, but it sure is a way to go,” you replied and Tara couldn’t even put into words how good it felt to know that you at least got the title, that you were retiring as a champion, probably one of the youngest in history as well.

It made knowing this was your last match a lot easier to handle, even though she still felt guilty.

“Any comments on your retirement and the incident in Woodsboro?” the interviewer asked and Tara felt her palms getting sweaty.

“Sure. I’d do it again without a moment of hesitation. And absolutely, martial artists should do everything in their power to keep the fights in a controlled environment, but when someone tries to kill the one you love, you gotta fight,” you sounded certain of your words, you didn’t regret this one bit and Tara felt guilt gnawing at her heart because she didn’t believe you.

“So, you think your retirement isn’t fair?” the question made her hold her breath, even though she knew the answer.

You shook your head. “It absolutely is,” you took a deep breath, already recovering somewhat from the fight. “I fought outside the cage, there need to be consequences for that. Did I know things would turn out like this? No, it never crossed my mind, I wasn’t thinking about my career, or even what would happen tomorrow, I just focused on doing everything in my power to keep her alive, the cost didn’t matter,” you had put a T-shirt on before the interview, but Tara saw most of your scars clearly just before the fight while you and Anya were warming up. “I did what I did, I’m not asking for anyone’s understanding, forgiveness, empathy, permission, whatever, and I’m not going to make a fuss over retirement either. That’s the price for my actions, and I would have paid a higher one if I had to.”

Tara felt tears filling up her eyes as Sam placed an arm around her shoulders. “I miss her,” Tara said, your shirt didn’t even smell like you anymore, neither did the apartment, and Tara desperately needed to have you back. To hug you, to snuggle with you, to hear you talking to her.

“I know,” Sam kissed the side of her head.

“One last question, Y/N. Would you have retired if there weren’t any consequences?” the interviewer questioned you.

“No idea. I didn’t think about what-ifs, but if I had to give a yes or a no answer, I’d say yes, I would,” you answered simply.

~X~

You felt like your entire body was one giant bruise. 'I am never training like that again,' you thought bitterly, thinking of the training from hell Thomas put you through. Intense, long, with barely any rest, and painful. What was that asshole's problem, anyway? Was he salty over not 'making history' so he wanted to push that on you instead? Ah, whatever, it was over now. You'd have to rest for at least two more days before you could handle driving for over five hours to travel from Vegas to Woodsboro, as much as that would delay seeing Tara.

Which was probably for the best because if Tara saw the state you were in, she'd probably finish you off herself. With how beaten and tired you were she probably could do it as well.

So, instead of getting up, you just turned in your bed and went back to sleep. You still groaned at the flash of pain caused by mere movement. If it was just training you probably could have taken it for a bit longer, but the fight sealed the deal.

How the mighty have fallen. Oh, if people could see you now, you likely wouldn't be able to live that down. The world champion, too tired to get out of her bed. How embarrassing.

~X~

Luck really didn't want to cooperate with you lately. You got set back a day and were just now leaving Vegas and you'd be lucky to get to Woodsboro at five in the morning, it would be the thirteenth of December and you'd have less than a day to clear up the situation between you and Tara like a well-adjusted adult and not a kid that could only sulk and brood.

You'd go to your apartment, drop your things off, collect your thoughts and arguments, and go to Tara's place first thing in the morning. If, no when things went well, you'd be able to, maybe consider confessing sometime after this whole mess of a year ends. Maybe a bit sooner, depending on how things go when you finally see Tara again.

You should have known by now not to make plans. At half past five in the morning, you unlocked the doors to your apartment dead tired and wondering if maybe you should take a small nap so you wouldn't be a blubbering mess when you finally got to talk to Tara.

You tossed the bag to the floor and basically on autopilot went to the bathroom. Everything looked the same, Tara’s things were there as well, but it’s been like that ever since you moved to your apartment. Tara had her toothbrush and some other basics in your apartment, and some of her clothes as well in case she slept over, so you didn’t notice the difference. You barely managed to wash your hands and face when the doors opened, and you just barely noticed with how sleepy you were.

"Y/N?" Tara's voice woke you up better than any cold water. Especially since you weren't ready for her right away. She just stood there, looking as surprised as you were. For a moment, with your shirt on her, you were reminded of the night you gave her the necklace meant for her eighteenth birthday. She looked... just a bit different, with her hair covering her forehead now, you wondered when that happened. Her leg was fine now, but you saw she was leaning more of her weight on her left foot, it probably turned into a habit while her leg was broken.

More importantly, she looked sleep-deprived, as if she had been struggling with insomnia for a long time. She probably did. You approached her, forgetting all your plans in an instant, and the moment she was within arm's reach she just reached out and hugged you, her arms wrapping tightly around you as she took a deep breath. "Tara," you sighed, feeling the weight of the past few months fade away as you buried your face in her neck.

"You're back," she whispered gently kissing along the scar on your face. Your body healed, for the most part, the swelling was gone, there was a bit of pain and soreness, but you were fairly fine. The kisses, damn, you've had your fair share of burns in the kitchen, but they felt hotter against your skin than any hot metal you touched by accident.

"Yeah, and I'm not leaving, okay?" you felt her nod before she pulled back, lightly touching all the spots on your face where you got hit. There was only one explanation for how she knew where to touch you. "You've seen the fight," that must have been difficult for her. You knew how much she hated seeing you fight, seeing you get hurt, so for her to watch the hardest fight of your life… you didn’t even dare to imagine how much stress she experienced.

"I had to. I took that from you," she avoided meeting your eyes after she said that.

You would have groaned two months ago. Or maybe you would have sighed. Or reacted in a similar way to that. Not today. You just caressed the side of her neck, feeling her lean into your touch despite the way she felt. Good, it wouldn't be a repeat of the last time. Slowly you moved your thumb just underneath her chin and nudged it just barely enough for Tara to register it and tilt her head up. "Please, look at me, Tara," she did, but you could see the hesitation in her eyes. "It's a bit cold, hm?" it was as if she just remembered you were in the bathroom, and it was the middle of December.

There was a hint of reluctance in Tara's eyes as she released you from the hug. If it was any other moment, you'd probably pull her back in and lift her up, but right now you were perfectly content with letting her hold your hand and lead you to the bed.

"Sorry, it's a bit of a mess," you could see the tips of her ears turning red. It was adorable and you couldn't resist pulling her back to you.

"Nah, I think it's perfect," there was some mess, mostly a bunch of your shirts on the bed as well as Tara's laptop on the nightstand. It was good that you were a bit minimalistic with your things. With Tara's things mixed in with your own, it felt almost a bit cramped, and you just mentally confirmed that this wasn't exactly an apartment meant for two people constantly living together. That was the issue for another day, now that you could properly take your apartment in you realized Tara's been living there for at least some time. "Did something happen?"

"No. Yes. I," she paused, debating whether or not she should tell you whatever happened. "It can wait," she chose not to.

You sighed and she squirmed a bit, your breath probably tickled her neck. She would have been so cute if she didn't just basically tell you that something did happen, but she'd tell you later... "Oh, you little..." You grabbed the blanket and sat down on the sofa with Tara right on your lap. She didn’t even sound surprised when you effortlessly moved her, that was how much she trusted you to keep her safe.

Tara placed her hands on top of yours before you could cover the two of you with the blanket. "Give me a second," she turned around, straddling your lap. "All set," she smiled, somehow looking confident and still a bit bashful at the same time.

You nodded, pulling the blanket around her and then resting your arms on the small of her back. "Right, how does talking things through sound like?" you hated how hesitant you sounded there, hated how you felt her get still in your arms.

"Yeah. You left your phone behind," at least that was an easy thing to start with.

"I did," you wanted to talk, here, you had your talk. "There was a chance I would have come back if I heard your voice," especially now that you realized something did happen while you were away.

"And not hearing me helped? Do you know how worried I was?" the fear and frustration, all the worry she felt before she likely found your phone, you felt it all, you heard it in her voice, saw it in her eyes, felt it in the way her fingertips dug into your back.

"It did and I knew you'd be. Tara, you saw my schedule, you saw the last fight. If I had gone in any less prepared, I would have lost. I couldn't afford to keep my phone with me," you explained, not for a moment taking your eyes off her own. "If I could call you, I would have. If I called you, you'd see how I was after training. You'd get worried. You'd insist on coming to see me, or worse, that I come back, and I'd agree because I'd miss you even more after hearing your voice," that was the reasoning you had even before you experienced just how grueling the training was. It only proved to be correct when the training began, and you honestly wondered if you'd survive it. It was incredibly effective, but if you never had to think back to it again, you'd be thankful for the rest of your life.

Tara paused for a moment, taking what you said in. "I saw how tired you looked, but, was it that bad?"

"Let's just say I think I prefer being stabbed and shot," you weren't even joking, your pain tolerance was through the roof at this point. It all just caught up with you after the fight and Anya hit like a truck.

You could immediately see the concern on Tara's face as she pulled back slightly and tugged at your forearm. You got the message and moved your left hand until she could look at it. Her hands trembled as she traced the tiny scars littering your fist, barely ghosting over the more recent scrapes. There was no way she could hurt you; it was all healed for the most part, in a day or two anything that wouldn't leave a scar would be gone. The effect it had on her was obvious and you knew she now understood why you left the phone behind.

"For what it's worth, I wished I could be with you every day," you whispered, bringing your hand back to the small of her back, as she moved a bit closer to you but not as close as before.

"Me too. I'm so sorry I told you to leave," there was an intensity in her gaze you hadn't seen in a while. You felt the tension you couldn't quite explain, and you were suddenly more aware of the position you two were in, with her only in your shirt and underwear, straddling your lap.

"I would have had to leave anyway," somehow you figured she already knew that, and you were proven right when she nodded.

"I still told you to leave me. I don't want that. I don't want to imagine my life without you, Y/N," something in her words made you involuntarily jerk and push her hips forward and you saw her eyes flickering down for a moment.

Focusing on what was more important than physical contact between you two, you continued the conversation. "Why didn't you accept that I was fine with retiring?" you finally asked the question that had been on your mind ever since her reaction.

Tara bit her lower lip, pausing, probably to find the exact words she needed. "You love MMA and you retired because of me, because you had to protect me from my crazy girlfriend and her crazy boyfriend," the frustration in Tara's voice was palpable. "I felt guilty, I am guilty. I just," a tear slid down her cheek. "If you were angry, if you blamed me, that would make sense, but you were calm and it was my fault and it scared me," she hid her face in the crook of your neck.

"Easy, easy, I got you," you whispered softly as you rubbed circles on her back.

"It frightened me that you could be just telling me you were fine to protect me," she more or less told you the same thing she did before you left.

"Tara," you tried, but a finger against your lips stopped you.

"More than even that, I was afraid of you actually being fine with it," those words surprised you.

"Wouldn't that be good?" you asked despite the finger on your lips.

Tara shook her head. "No, because it means so much to you and you'd be fine with losing it for me."

You sighed, fully understanding what was going through her head that night now. "MMA was a way to bond with Zack at first. At that point, he already retired, due to his health. In a way I guess I understood on some instinctual level that he was living vicariously through me by training me."

Words you said to Sam were words you realized shortly after you learned you could be facing retirement. "Love built on guilt leads to regret. That's my MMA career, Tara, something born out of guilt, because Zack couldn't live out his dream and I had the chance to do it," you never said it, you never admitted this to anyone, not only because you didn’t want to talk about Zack, but because somehow, saying that almost felt like betraying him. But you nearly lost Tara and everything else became less important to you after that. And you said it in the interview after the fight, you would have retired, maybe not right away, or maybe you would have paused your career, but you probably wouldn’t be fighting professionally for that much longer. And it wasn’t just because it would make Tara happy, it was because you wanted more time with her. Professional MMA career was time-consuming, especially if you had to combine it with a job and college.

Tara looked you in the eyes, her own wide as the smile spread across your lips. "There's no denying that I love MMA itself, but training and making a living out of it are two entirely different things. I don't need to fight in the octagon to be passionate about my training," you raised your hand, wiping the few tears from her cheeks. "There's no way that career would ever be more important than you," there, you said it, you admitted what you've been feeling ever since you were told you'd have to retire.

"Y/N," it was your turn to press your finger against her lips.

"I mean, yes, I care about that as well, I'm proud of what I accomplished, there's a thrill in the fighting that I'd never find in training, but compared to you? It's insignificant. It's not worth losing you, Tara, there's nothing worth losing you," you could only hope she'd believe you, you could only hope that she’d accept the truth.

“Just so you know, I wouldn’t have asked you to retire. I’d go to all your matches, though I might have to work on not fainting,” she laughed and pressed her forehead against yours. “I’d learn to deal with the bruises, for us,” and you nodded at that, kissing her cheek softly. She then placed her hand on your cheek. "Promise me you'll always tell me if you aren't fine," there was definitiveness in her voice, faith in her eyes, you just needed to reassure her of that one last thing.

"I promise I will. As long as you do the same, so, how about you start by telling me what happened?" you nudged her lightly, trying to remain relaxed, even if you were worried.

"I cut contact with mom when-" Tara didn't get to finish that sentence.

You leaned back and abruptly pumped your fists above your head. "Finally! Fucking finally!" you proclaimed and pulled Tara in, kissed her forehead, and ruffled her hair a bit. "That's my girl! Damn, that took a while!" a thought suddenly popped in your head, so you slapped your forehead and leaned back once again, grumbling. "Shit, I missed it."

Tara went from surprised, to incredulous, to amused as she shook her head. "Y/N," she jokingly slapped your biceps. She really should have known you'd react like this.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm just happy you're out of there," you smiled sheepishly.

"She cut contact with Sam, so I cut contact with her in response," Tara explained and you nodded, calm once again.

"My excitement aside, how are you feeling?" you asked, completely serious now.

Tara sighed, snuggling closer to you. "I really hoped things could be fixed, you know. I know that's naive, that things were never good between them ever since dad left, but I still hoped. I can't leave Sam, though. I don't want her to deal with things alone again," her voice didn't crack, but you could hear she was fighting back tears.

"She won't. She has you," you assured her, feeling her breath shudder against your neck.

"I know. Anyway, I moved here because I wanted you near me, and this was the closest I could get. I know you said I could stay here to Sam, but, you don't mind, do you?" she lifted her head just enough to look you in the eyes once again.

"Of course, I don't mind," with those words providing Tara with all the peace she needed the two of you just relaxed, holding each other as close as physically possible until the first hints of sunlight began seeping through the window. "Think we should move to bed? Maybe sleep for at least a couple of hours?" you suggested.

Tara just lazily nodded, letting you handle all of it. And you did just that. You lowered her down on the bed and were about to lay down next to her when an arm around your neck held you back. "Y/N," she brushed her fingers against your lower lips. "Let's just stop pretending we don't want this."

Everything else vanished, leaving only the desire burning in Tara's eyes, the desire you were sure was present in your eyes as well. You placed your hand next to Tara's head, to keep yourself from pressing too much of your weight on Tara and leaned down. She met you in the middle, eagerly pressing her lips against your own.

You let her lead, feeling her eagerness to finally kiss you with every move of her lips, feeling it in the way she moaned into the kiss as she wrapped her legs around your hips, pulling you closer. Feeling it in the way her left hand pressed against your back, or the way her right hand frantically went from your neck to your cheek, to the back of your head, then beneath the collar of your shirt. You felt it in the way she moaned into the kiss when you slid your palm down her side, all the way to her naked thigh. The oversized shirt she stole from you rising as Tara pressed her hips against you made your head spin.

You growled, deepening the kiss, and gently nibbling Tara's lower lip as your fingers made contact with the waistband of Tara's underwear. Tara leaned her head back, abruptly letting it fall back on the pillow, moaning softly when you rested your palm right against the bare small of her back and pulled her in, smiling as she rolled her hips against you.

"Y/N," she breathed out as you kissed her neck, tugging on your jacket.

That seemed to snap you out of it for a moment and you pulled back enough to look her in the eyes. "Are we going too fast? Do you want me to stop?" you just kissed for the first time and already you were making out, and given the way things were going, you likely weren’t going to stop there unless you stopped right now.

"No, please don't stop. Just, your clothes," Tara was quick to reassure you.

That almost instantly flipped the switch and you leaned in to kiss her again, taking your time and committing the feel of her lips to your memory, memorizing every twitch of her body underneath your own before letting her breathe once more. "What about my clothes?" you whispered into her ear.

"Y/N!" Tara whined, prompting a smirk from you. If your arm wasn't planted so firmly on the bed you were sure she'd try to take your jacket off herself, but as it was she'd need your help.

"What about my clothes, love?" you peppered small kisses all over her neck. "Talk to me, Tara."

"Take them off, already!" okay, less teasing, you'd have to remember that.

"As you wish," you briefly kissed her and pulled back, slipping your hand from her back and slowly getting back up.

Tara grabbed onto your back, annoyed at reduced contact, but you just grinned, pulling her arms away from your back and kissing the inside of her left forearm, kissing up to her wrist, all the way to her palm. She watched you intensely as you kissed her palm a few times, completely still as you moved her hands above her head and leaned in. "Patience, Tara," she hummed at that, relaxing, trusting you.

"I've been patient, Y/N," she complained, but this time allowed you to pull away and kneel above her, smiling widely as she watched you take your jacket off. There was no stopping this now, both of you wanted, no, needed this.

~X~

It rarely happened, but for once Tara woke up before you. There wasn't much she could do about it; mornings were evil, and you somehow could function that early. Disciplined jerk. Her disciplined jerk. Officially her disciplined jerk. She smiled at that.

She untangled her body from your own and checked the time, only to be met with at least a dozen missed calls and frantic messages from Mindy and Chad telling her to call Sam. She checked your phone and found an identical situation. The last message from Mindy made her blood run cold. 'Sam is on her way to your apartment! Call her!'

Tara quickly called her sister and, unsurprisingly, had to move the phone away from her ear when Sam began yelling.

"Why aren't you picking up your phone?!" this was not how Tara wanted to start her day. Or continue her day? She wasn't entirely sure. "I'll be in your apartment in two minutes, you better have an explanation for this."

"No!" she cried out so loudly you jumped out of the bed ready to punch whatever made Tara scream. Tara wasn't sure whether to laugh at you or cry at the idea of Sam coming to your place right now. "Don't come here! Please, I'm fine! I'm sorry I overslept!" this was definitely not the moment she wanted to spend with her sister, or anyone other than you, really.

You came back to bed and hugged her, and she felt a bit better as she felt your touch against her bare skin. The realization then skyrocketed her worry because there was no way she’d have time to get decent before Sam came in. "Sam?" you whispered softly as Sam kept insisting she was almost at your door.

Tara nodded and you placed your hand on her phone, silently requesting to take it. Tara gladly gave it to you. "Sam, it's Y/N, let us sleep, see you tomorrow," for a moment Tara wondered if she ever told you how much she liked the sound of your voice immediately after you woke up.

"Sam, you're like my second favorite person in the world, but if you don't let me spend the day with Tara, I will absolutely take your spare key away," it was an empty threat, all three of you knew it. You've given Sam your spare key just in case, but you weren't going to take it away. Sam definitely knew it as she unlocked your doors. "Fuck off, Sam, we overslept, had a long night, figure the rest out yourself!" you finally snapped when not even the empty threat helped.

You hung up. Tara moved so she could hide behind you for at least some semblance of decency. The doors, however, got locked once again and you heard a muffled and embarrassed 'Sorry!'

With crisis averted Tara fell back on the bed, tugging you down with her.

"Well, this is a fun way to start our morning," you muttered into her neck as she leaned back, smiling brightly as you left kisses from her neck all the way to her lips. The kiss was soft, slow and gentle, and Tara pushed her body against you.

"It's almost two p.m. Y/N," she teased once you separated to catch your breath. She gently ran her fingers through your hair.

You paused, taking what she said in. "Sam sure was patient then," Tara laughed at that and it didn't take long for you to join in.

"I really don't want to leave bed today," she confessed, perfectly content with where she was at the moment.

You had other plans though. "Hear me out. Bathroom, breakfast, back to bed? I'll even make pancakes," how could she refuse that.

"And then?" she whispered in your ear.

"The Babadook and cuddles?" she could work with that. Oh, she could definitely work with that.

"Up you go then," you didn't move though.

"You know you have to let me go, right?" you teased, lightly poking the tip of her nose.

Begrudgingly Tara agreed to let you go. Not without a pout though, and seeing the pout on her face you gave her a peck on her lips and jumped to your feet. The pout didn’t quite vanish, but it was smaller. Everything was still so new and fresh and so long-awaited that she really didn't want to let go. She didn't even hide the grin or try to be subtle as her eyes followed your every move.

~X~

Half an hour later you were making a conscious choice to ignore the pancakes in the pan for the sake of kissing Tara again. You switched between quick kisses and making out, tongue inside Tara’s mouth as she pressed her body against yours, feeling your muscles under her fingers as you kept your hands on the small of her back. As much as she enjoyed the kiss Tara could smell the pancake and if you didn't get back to it soon it probably wouldn't turn out to be good. "Hmm, pancake, Y/N," she laughed when you groaned and begrudgingly turned your attention back to the breakfast.

"Pancake, Y/N," you repeated, feigning annoyance as you dramatically flipped the culprit that kept you from Tara. It was absolutely adorable.

Who would have thought you'd be this eager for her? Tara loved it. She moved from her spot next to the sink and hugged you from behind. She had never really done that before, now that she thought about it. Not like this anyway, not with her cheek pressed against your shoulder blades, or her fingers slipping beneath your shirt to trace your abs.

You huffed a bit, trying not to laugh. "Tara, that tickles," there was definitely a difference in the way you said her name now, as opposed to the way you were saying it in the morning. It was gentler, more, she couldn't really put a finger on it, but she could hear it. "I like this," you muttered as you served the pancakes on the plates.

"Hmm?" Tara hummed.

"You hugging me like that. I dunno, it's just nice," she'd definitely keep that in mind. She let out a content sigh, enjoying the moment you two were currently having. Also, the pancakes smelled lovely.

You reached out for syrup and Tara let you go, choosing to instead stand next to you. Hugging you from behind was really nice, but like this, she could see the smile you somehow couldn't get off your face.

"You know, I've always loved making pancakes for you," Tara knew, you never told her, but she knew. It was because she would always have a huge grin on her face while you made them. They were simple, tasty, and she felt like she was never too much of a bother if she asked you to make them. Currently, however, she had something else on her mind.

"Oh yeah? Well, I can name a few things I really loved last night," and there was an adorable grin on your face, not that she was much better. You were both grinning like fools.

"Just a few?" you playfully pulled her into you side and kissed the top of her head. "Such as?"

Tara pretended to be in deep thought. "See, I'm not sure. How about we do it again, you know, just so I can give you an answer," and then her stomach growled, and she blushed and she wanted to hide her face so she did just that. Why did her stomach have to growl in such an embarrassing moment?

"Sorry, I didn't catch that last bit," you were just being mean to her right now. Not that she had a chance to retort, as you lifted her up, prompting her to instantly wrap her legs around your waist. "That's new. I like it," you grabbed the two plates with one hand, a trick she still had no idea how to do without dropping at least one, and carried her to the bed. "Breakfast in bed then round two?" you offered with a charming grin on your face and, honestly, how could she resist.

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wildernessuntothemselves · 2 years

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Gif not mine

Speaking of hybrids, this is giving dog hybrid gyu looming over kitty you (imagine you're in place of tyun) who is oblivious of the possessiveness he's radiating while he plays with your hair because you just think he's your protective puppy (it's his nature right? To guard and protect) but everyone else can see the death glares he's sending anyone who dares to approach you

Edit: warnings: yandere!gyu, dubcon, heat, marking, knots lol

Ok so imagine this, you've been taking heat suppressants since forever and you never had your first heat (all under gyu's coercion. He didn't want you to go into heat and fuck someone else. No he had a plan)

He waits until college when he can book the two of you a two week summer getaway in a remote cabin. Your friends tell you that it's weird that he wants you all alone where no one can get you for a whole two weeks but you love gyu so much you think nothing of it, reassuring them that they're being silly and that you're ecstatic to spend those two weeks of quality time with your best friend who you didn’t really get much of a chance to spend time with much anymore due to exams and the like.

But your friends are right, gyu has a sinister motive. Prior to the planned getaway, he starts replacing your heat suppressants with fake pills, timing it just right so that when you get to the cabin, the first sign of your heat present themselves and not before because he doesn't want anyone else noticing or god forbid any other cat hybrid trying to get you into bed

You don't realize what's happening at first, you just feel a little feverish and clingy and weird but you dissmiss those feelings. You're not going to ruin you vacation and cut the trip short because you're feeling a little under the weather. No you stick it up. But it just gets worse and worse, beomgyu all the while completely aware of what's happening but acting oblivious too, sneaking off to jerk himself off as your scent gets stronger by the day

About 5 days in, you finally realize your predicament: you're in heat. How did that happen you don't know. All you know is that you're a in a cabin in the middle of nowhere with the only male in a few hundred miles being your dog hybrid best friend. You can't ask him to help you. No it's wrong. Hybrids stick with their own kind. It's frowned upon to mingle with other species. You can’t ask that of him. So you just try to pass the days fucking yourself on your fingers or rubbing against the pillows... anything to take the edge off but nothing works

Beomgyu is such a sweetheart during all of this, offering to take you home but you don’t even know what you'll do at home. You have no heat partner and you weren't just going to pick a stranger off the streets. No it's better to ride it out here. You’re just sorry you ruined the vacation for your best friend.

Your best friend who was starting to look sexier and more appealing every day... his tan skin, his strong hands, you just know his cock could fill you up so well, quench that heat you feel so completely in your core

You can't. You can't. You can't stop. You have to ask him... beg him more like. Your mind too far gone, brain swimming in hormones that incite you to get on your hands and knees and present yourself for him to mount, drooling on the bed as you cry and beg him to take the pain away

And he does. God he's so sweet he'd even do this for you, do something so unnatural just to help you out. You thank him again and again as he pounds your dripping pussy, his own needy growls felt against the skin of of your neck and his knot start swelling inside you.

Oh god his knot. You can't take a knot. You're not built for it. You mind clear up a little bit from the panic and you squeak out "beomgyu... your knot... i can't... you have t-to pull out."

"You can and you will." Comes his sharp response, so unlike him it makes you whimper and stop protesting. "That's right. Good girl."

You claw at the sheets beneath you, ripping them apart as beomgyu's cock rips you apart. "Beomgyu--pup-py--" you screech as he forces his entire knot inside you before cumming, his seed filling you up so much you can almost taste it at the back of your throat.

When his hand twists around your waist to rub at your clit and push you over the edge too, your pussy clenches even tighter around his fat cock and you wail as the pain and pleasure clash inside you.

Your brain is cooked, you can barely register the words Beomgyu mouthes at your neck "good girl. Took it just like I knew you could. My mate "

My mate?

What you do register though is his fangs digging into the junction between your neck and shoulder, claiming you as his.

Days later, when everything finally calms down and your heat passes, Beomgyu apologizes for marking you, chalking it up to the heat of the moment. As if it's something he can ever take back. As if now everyone wouldn't look at you and think you’re claimed. As if he didn’t call you his mate.

#txt smut #yandere smut #hybrid smut

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nightlyrequiem · 13 days

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hi there requiemm :3 hope ur doing well!!!

dunno if u do headcannons (anymore??) sooh, if not, do with this as u will

can u do hcs (or not!! Again, ur choice) for Valeria having a 'devotee' s/o

(like, they literally worship Valeria, cater to her every need, -- spineless lil soldier girl ykyk??)

As always, if this makes u uncomftorable u can decline!!! No pressure n no rush 🫂

-🃏🌀⭐️

Hello hello :3 I do still do headcanons! I saw that you had something similar sitting in requests, I'll write headcanons and a lil one-shot for this idea. I love the dynamic between obsessed and devoted x calm and collected. Which I think Valeria would fit into very nicely. 🫂

Devotee Reader x Valeria

You two met in the military. For sure. Not too highly ranking, but higher up than you. From the getgo you were absolutely enamoured. She was strong, vicious, a natural born leader. And also super hot…

You practically followed her everywhere. She noticed of course. Valeria is observant but let’s be real, that woman is a little egotistical and she definitely didn’t mind having an admirer. Valeria did have a small following within the unit, but you were her biggest supporter. Valeria could never do anything wrong. You’d find some way to justify it.

You were a little weirdo too. You found out everything you could about her, reading her files, snooping through her quarters. You stole borrowed things from her without her consent. Garbage she threw out, a toothbrush, hair from her hair brush. You dedicated journals to her. What she was wearing, what she did, who she talked to. Interactions with you.

Your mood heavily relied on her. You hated when she seemed to be having too much fun with anyone else. You especially hated whenever she interacted with Alejandro. With his stupid charming voice and stupid slicked back hair. You felt threatened by him, stressing over the idea that she might fall for his charms. She never did though and you got to continue your pining in peace.

You were always the first to retrieve her something whenever she mentioned needing it. A drink, a snack, feminine hygiene products, you’d have given her your pancreas if she needed one. If your blood types didn’t match you’d change your genetic coding to fit hers, it didn’t matter to you, you’d find a way.

Valeria would take advantage of you. Because of course she would. And you’d let her. (Literally who wouldn’t??) She knew you’d do everything she asked and she took full liberty with it. Small tasks and assignments she didn’t feel like doing were give to you. Even just leaving base to get her something. It didn’t matter, you were so infatuated with her.

Your acts of loyalty cemented your place in Valeria’s inner circle, you were one of the ones she recruited when she was in the early stages of taking over the local cartel. You two weren’t together; not yet anyway. She’d keep you on your toes though. Giving you small compliments here and there. She was touchy, too. A hand in your shoulder, on your arm. She’d even make comments that could be perceived as flirtatious.

You did everything Valeria asked you to without complaint. You earned the reputation of a guard dog of sorts. ‘Valeria’s mutt’ they’d whisper as you pass by. It was derogatory and meant to be insulting, but anything that tied you to Valeria was a good thing in your eyes.

You did most of her dirty work. Lurking off to the side like a wraith during interrogations. You rarely preformed them because Valeria liked to do that herself. But once she was done you delivered the killing blow and cleaned up. You helped with the less exciting work too. She never asked you too, but you’d spend long nights with her carefully filling out paperwork. Growing closer and closer.

Sometimes when there was nothing left for you to do you’d kneel beside her while she finished up some work. Resting your cheek on her knee. Occasionally you’d make yourself useful and massage out the kinks in her neck and shoulders.

Eventually, your loyalty and devotion started to pay off. All that proximity had Valeria feeling some type of way about you. About those wide eyes always trained on her, she knew you loved her and yet you’ve never made a direct move. Never tried to get anything out of it. You had no expectations of her returning your affection.

There was a dangerous task that needed to be done. Valeria wanted to go herself but you managed to convince her to stay put. She wouldn’t be able to lead the cartel if she died, you’d go in her place. And since you’ve proven yourself time and time again to be efficient and reliable, she agreed. She knew you wouldn’t cut corners. You’d do it and you’d do it well if it meant pleasing her.

During the task you were seriously injured. Despite your injuries you forced yourself through it, killing the target and dragging yourself home. Most of the other group were dead expect a few who did there best to treat your wounds temporarily. You stayed conscious up until Valeria came out. Collapsing at her feet, your body deciding that if it were to die it would be near Valeria.

Rather dramatic. But you were always a hopeless romantic. You didn’t die though. Valeria had gotten a medic and you were quickly on the track to a full recovery. Valeria was very worried though. She realised she felt something for you, something more than a boss should feel towards her employee. Besides, what more convincing does she need that you’d make a good partner? You almost died in her place and all you can do is stare at her with that awed expression.

She confessed her feelings to you while you were bed ridden and for a moment you thought you died and went to heaven.

Your devotional behaviour didn’t end once you two became official though. If anything it just got stronger. Your love language is acts of service after all. Anyone she wanted dead was gone within a week, you attacked on her command like a well trained dog. You cooked for her and doted on her and lifted her up.

You also spent a lot of your energy keeping a sharp watch over everyone. Intently searching for rats that needed to be weeded out.

Valeria loved it and she loved you. There was doubt about whether you’d betray her or not. You were content and simple. As long as you had Valeria everything was fine to you. She was never able to match your intensity, no matter how hard she tried. Still, Valeria found herself almost as enraptured by you as you were her.

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blue-sadie · 10 months

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Friend Of A Friend

Santiago Garcia x Young Reader

Summary: being tess's best friend has its ups and downs but the best one being her dad's best friend

Warning: reader is 20, wall sex

Yn/3rd person pov

I smiled widely as I climbed into the car greeting them as I got in "long time no see yn" Santiago grinned as he turned to me I bite my lip blushing slightly "yea it has" I murmured.

He glanced at tess to make sure she wasn't looking before winking at me making my cheeks redder before he turned back to the front.

"Tess, yn Santiago here is picking you up from shopping ok I have a meeting so I won't be home intill late" Tom said looking at us through the review mirror "he just needs to remember that and not forget us for a girl" tess teased making them laugh.

I just grinned slightly when tess turned to me but I was kinda jealous I've always had a crush on Santiago since I was 16 I mean who wouldn't and there's been many times when I was around and the guys were to making fun of him about his hot informants.

He's always been kind to me and since my 18th birthday we've gotten a little closer when we're alone but nothing more then light touches, little flirts and playful winks, he never seems to cease to make me blush.

"Haha very funny there is none of that anymore" he chuckled making tess lean forward looking at him with wide eyes "has thee santiago gracia the player finally found the one" she squealed my heart stopped and my eyes fluttered.

He shook his head still laughing "honestly I want to but I don't think she feels the same" he murmured my hands wavered as I grabbed his seat leaning forward to see him "how did you meet her" I asked thankfully the hurt I felt didn't show in my voice.

"Uh" he paused thinking glancing to the side of him out the window "she's a friend of a friend" he grinned tess started guessing names of his informants as I bit the inside of my cheek and sat back against my seat.

We turned into the mall parking lot tess's rambling calming down as we neared the entrance "have a fun time girls" santiago laughed as we said our goodbyes I just nodded acknowledging him as I got out joining tess on the pavement she waved her dad goodbye and watched as they drove away "what shop to first".

-Time skip

I was browsing the different merch sections in hot topic waiting for tess has she tried stuff on through the corner of my eye I noticed one of the male employees watching me and following me into each row a few minutes I move.

"Can I help you with something" I asked ironic its supposed to be the other way around, I crossed my arms over my chest as I turned to him, he looked like a deer in headlights "i-i" he rubbed the buck of his neck nervously.

"I came to ask for you number" I cringed as he snuffled through his nose the sound almost making me gag "I have a boyfriend" I lied turning back to the shelf of items but he stepped towards me making me taking a step back.

"He wouldn't have to know" he spoke seductively it made me sick "no thank you" I huffed trying to leave but he caught my wrist pulling me to him he sweat smell making nose crinkle "let me go" I muttered.

What the two didn't notice was that tess was done with trying things on and saw the whole thing "hey santiago we need your help" that was all she had to say to make him speed his way over.

"I said no" I growled trying to pull my way out his hold but his grip only tightened making me gasp in pain "hey dick head" the man holding me turned his head only to get punched in the cheek by a red faced Santiago.

I stumbled to the ground as the employee released me "hey you ok" tess whispered as she feel to her knees beside me but my eyes never left santiago as he beat the creep up "i-uh" I couldn't find the words my heart was beating in my ears and my breath was shallow.

Santiago was stopped by security but released as they went over the footage and took the employee instead "come on girls" he panted urging us out and walked behind us silently "total guard dog effect" tess whispered leaning over to me but I didn't answer my eyes trained to the ground.

"Let's get you guys home" he muttered unlocking the car I took a seat in the back and just went on my phone only answering when they spoke to me directly.

"I'll see you Monday yn" my head snapped to tess who was out the car I didn't even realize we were at her house or that she was getting dropped off first, "come up front yn" he smiled turning to me, I hesitated before nodding and climbed out to get into the passengers seat.

He pulled out the driveway and headed down the street "how are you feeling" he asked briefly turning to me as we slowly pulled to a stop "i-i'll be ok" I murmured looking down to my wrist that was reddening slightly, santiago gently grabbed it and pulled it to his face laying a gentle kiss on it.

"I'm sorry I couldn't get there sooner" he said slowly lacing his fingers into mine, my cheeks became red as a tomato as I looked at our intertwined hands "I should've gone with you guys" he said slowly bringing our intertwined hands the the middle console leaning onto it as he went back to driving as the light turned green.

"I should've killed him" he muttered but I squeezed his hands lightly making him release a breath "I'm sorry" he whispered "it wasn't your fault" I said looking ahead at the road infront of us "he needed to learn some manners" he laughed at my statement and immediately agreed "yeah he can't mess with my girl" santiagos laughed ceased as those words left his lips.

My eyes immediately snapped to his "w-what" I asked my heart beat slowly increasing "i-i didn't say anything" he stuttered a wide smile pasted on my lips something I knew about santiago is he would somewhat stutter when he's trying to cover his tracks or nervous "you called me your girl" I murmured my smiled still widening.

He sighed slowly laughing to himself "yea" he paused "I guess I did" I squealed internally and shifted excitedly but sadness took over as we turned into my street "so am I a friend of a friend" I murmured "yes you are" his words made a shiver run down my spine, he slowed the car down turning into my driveway "are your parents home" he asked leaning onto the steering wheel looking at my house.

"No their away for the weekend" I murmured making him smile "mind if I come inside" he grinned towards me making me clench my thighs as I felt myself dampen I nodded eagerly unbuckling myself quickly and he did the same, he followed me inside and as soon as he kicked the door close his lips were on mine and his hands were feeling up and down my sides.

"I've been wanting you for so long" I moaned against his lips as my fingers entangled themselves in his hair "I know you have" he murmured making me lightly tug at his hair, his hands tugged off our clothes before be pressed me up against the wall "I need you now" he groaned pulling away from my lips.

One of his hands felt up and down my slit making my eyes flutter and a pleasured gasp leave my lips "shit your already dripping" he smirked and slowly moved his dick up against me, he slid it up and down my slit collecting my wetness on him "fuck" he groaned and slowly pushed in his hands moving to cage me in by settling beside my head.

My hands tugged at his hair again and a struggled moan left my lips his cock was stretching me out so much "that's it, that's a good girl" he growled and slowly started to pull out and push back in, he watched my face intently only increasing the pace when he sees my eyes flutter in pleasure or hear my soft whines.

"So fucking good mi amor" he whispered leaning down to my neck pressing his lips to my skin sucking harshly "s-shit" I cursed my knees buckling he swiftly caught me and put his hands under my thighs and lifted me up his thrusts never ceasing.

My moans were fueling his desire more, he nibbled and nipped at my skin making my breath catch in my throat, my eyes rolled to the back of my head as I leaned it up against the wall, I felt a knot form in my stomach and santiagos cock start to pulse "cum with me mi amor" he groaned licking a long strip along the hickies he littered on my neck, I nodded eagerly.

His grunts and groans grow louder as his hard thrust slightly fultered, our sounds of pleasure mixed together as we cam "fuck" I cried and santiago just growled lowly into my ear as he filled me up his nails digging into my skin, my hands dropped from his hair and I leaned my head onto his shoulder panting.

"Don't think we're done yet baby girl, you still have to make up for the times you've made me so fucking hard"

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mar3ggiata · 6 months

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professional help, c4. The waltz of the Snowflakes.

simon riley x original character.

trigger warnings: violence, sexual assault, mentions of rape, trauma, sexual themes, swearing, use of alcohol and drugs.

song to listen to when reading this: Harden my heart, Quarterflash.

abstract: he can get fucked, and his captain too. it's Jude if you haven't noticed. I have nothing more to add really, he's an ass and I'm not getting paid enough to deal with this shit, see ya. also, forgive me for the swearing it's a real problem I know!!

Well. That didn't exactly go to plan. Simon Whatever, what the fuck is your problem? She called a friend while driving home. 'Salvo, io gli volevo mettere le mani addosso, stu scemu…’ She was going over the speed limit, holding her phone with one hand. ‘Una merda Salvo, mi hanno mandato via come una cretina, son andata, ho parlato, mi ha detto non si puoi fare guagliù, chi cazz si pe me dicr chell c’agg fa oh!’

Now, to all my readers, I will translate. Jude speaks dialect when she's mad, bare with her. Her voice usually drooped an octave when she spoke it to accommodate the guttural and rough sounds of her language. Swear words that would make your racist grandad cry. She was calling Salvatore, she met him in 2021, he was currently deployed in South Korea. She told him she wanted to hit him, she said, they sent me away without hearing me out, they said what you're suggesting can't be done. 'Scusa, cosa hai proposto tu?' She loved Salvo, he was so understanding, he could read her mind. It was refreshing, when she found out he was from the same country as her. Speaking a bit of Italian with him was a break from all the English, the accents and the words she didn't know how to pronounce. 'Cosa ho detto, ho proposto che lo seguissero, anche grazie al cazzo vorrei dire… ( I refuse to translate all the swearing, Jude.) Questi vogliono aspettare e non fare nulla, però mi fanno perdere tempo con ste cazz'e riunioni!' (This means, 'I told them to follow him, obviously. They don't want to do anything, they want to wait and see, and yet they make me go out of my way for these fucking meetings.')

Salvo tried to reassure her that it wasn't really her problem, to which she replied, Arash was her patient. He asked her about the captain, she commented he stood there, watched her argue with his guard dog Lieutenant without saying a word. Coward, she called him. Who's the Lieutenant, he then asked. She told him, maybe she messed up the name a bit, but he seemed to recognise him. 'No, veramente?' He asked. 'Il Fantasma'. That made sense, you know, the mask an all. He told her he was quite famous for his mask and his story, which he didn't fully know. Lots of trauma I think, you could work with him. She parked her car in front of the dance school and got her bag. 'Non me ne fott, possono fare quello che vogliono, non sono io che ci rimetto. Lui nu strunz, fammi dire…' She explained she didn't care anymore and that they could do whatever they wanted. He was a dick, that's what she added, probably referring to the famous Lieutenant.

The girls could sense she wasn't having the best day and didn't want to mess with her. They stood quiet and avoided their usual chatting. They did warm up, barre and some center, she sent them off early. 'Miss Alba, we're gonna start rehearsals soon? For the Nutcracker.' It was Luna that spoke. She almost forgot. 'Yes girls next time.' Shit.

The Waltz of the Snowflakes. That's what she was gonna have to teach them. The owner of the school was crazy, the piece was way too difficult for her class. She didn't have time or strength to explain the piece was not meant for girls that young, she would have to simplify it. She put on a video on her laptop, trying to remember the best she could the original piece. She stripped of her leg warmers and her black shrug. Her mind kept wandering off the meeting with Price, not letting her concentrate. She was mad. Not because she didn’t get her way, they were the ones dying in the Middle East, not her. But because it was fucking humiliating. As a woman as well, you know. Maybe she made a mistake, going in there looking all pretty. But again, why would she sacrifice herself just to earn some basic respect? After she failed her pirouettes for the third time, she decided it was time to go home. She would talk to Arash and, if needed, follow him on her own.

notes: Since this is a shorter chapter (I've been incredibly busy with uni and work), here are some details about Jude:

height: 5’2’’ - eye colour: green - hair colour: blonde

traits: mole on her cheek, slightly crooked nose. mole on her right butt cheek, scar on her knee. at least 30 smaller moles all over her body. small boobie queen.

if she was a colour: dark blue

if she was an animal: killer whale

if she was a place: a forest

if she was a food: spicy pho - motto: for the plot

favourite position in bed: on top/doggy

favourite part of her body: eyebrows, hips

what she looks for in boys: loyalty, someone stable, good manners, honesty.

tattoos: big flower on her back, her grandmas house on ribcage with ivy on it, lavander flower between breasts, dagger on right arm, wine glass and whisky sour ingredients. nike (goddess of victory) statue on left arm, goth looking stars and white ferrari doodle. oui, non written on both knees. heaven written on ankle made with stick and poke needle.

loves to talk about: time, space, her dog, humanity, world wars, greek mythology, vegan recipes, life after death.

do not talk about: her family, weight, fire, not being the best in school and at work.

she would like to: try hotpot, paint pottery, start a podcast, go on more hikes, visit thailand, get another dog, attend a wedding.

she will never: have kids, get married, go to australia, go skiing again after she fell, have plastic surgery, drink beer.

if you’d like to know more stuff about her let me know!!

notes: Salvatore, Salvo for short, is a common southern Italy male name. Salvatore means 'the saviour', Salvo means 'safe'. Full translation of the speech: 'Salvo, I wanted to hit him, this fucker. It went to shit Salvo, they sent me away like I was stupid, I went there I told them what I thought, he said we can't do that, who the hell are you to tell me what I can and cannot do?' 'Sorry, what did you say to them?' 'I told them to follow him, obviously. They don't want to do anything, they want to wait and see, and yet they make me go out of my way for these fucking meetings.'

'No, veramente? Il Fantasma' means 'no, seriously? The Ghost.'

notes: if you want to hear what the dialect sounds like you can hear it in the tv series 'Gomorra' on YouTube.

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blackbutlerbrainrots · 5 months

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First post!! This all started with a brainrota and ended with a full on fic😭😭😭 Anyways, there will most probably part 2

WC: 1.8K

Now imagine this, you were the oldest daughter of the Phantomhive household. You had everything you would ever want. A caring mother, a responsible father, new set of clothes everyday and you were basically spoiled rotten. Given that you were Vincent and Rachel’s first daughter and child, Angelina (Madam Red) was very fond of you. Luckily, you didn’t inherit your mother’s asthma and that made your mother’s worries disappear.

You were a perfect mix of Rachel and Vincent. You have your mother’s overall attitude while you have your father’s cunning and calculative mindset.

At a young age, Vincent knew you picked up a few traits of his manipulative side. He taught you just like how he would teach himself, although not that harshly. You are after all his only daughter that he wishes to cherish. Vincent taught you all the ways he could, teaching you how to be the next Queen’s loyal guard dog.

On the other hand, Rachel was nothing like her husband. She saw you as a child, flesh and blood, who was naive and kind. In which, you are but in her perspective, you were one of a kind child who was obedient and honest. And she would like it that way.

Both Rachel and Vincent are somewhat isolating. Vincent knows that he should let you out of the manor but Rachel was very adamant about you staying. Lest you get dirty by all of those… nobles.

Everything changed on your 8th birthday, where the couple announced that Rachel was pregnant. You were happy, of course! You would get another sibling that you’ve always wanted! But there was this sinking feeling deep in your chest that what if…

“What if I’m not their favorite anymore?”

You know it was childish of you to think of that. Even if all the attention you got from your parents were to move from you to your unborn sibling. You often thought about whether you hated your sibling. After all, all the attention that you got was stolen away from you.

How wrong you were.

You never once hated your siblings, much less your younger brothers. They were everything to you. Your parents were glad that you accepted your brother’s even with the age gap. They were relieved to know you accepted your brothers warmly. And it should’ve stayed that way.

Until… That happened.

Fast forward to the twin’s 10th birthday party. You grew up to be a carbon copy of your father. Whether it may be your gestures, how you talk, even all the way to how you sit. Vincent thought every time he saw you, he felt like looking at a mirror. You were just like him. Not that Vincent himself was complaining. Oh no, no, no! He was proud of you for being just like him. Although you were still just like your mom in different ways too.

You were known in high society as the fashion queen. All the noble girls envy and admire you all the same. There was even one time where you despised a noble who was throwing a banquet and openly said;

“I’m not stepping one foot towards that… rancid place”

You said it in a calm manner. More like a threatening tone. Ever since you found out that the noble who lives there was a secret pedophile, you never wanted to go everywhere it went.

Who knew you saying a statement will get a harsh blow into that noble's reputation?

Not a single noble lady that was invited showed up at the designated time. And that is where it hits the Queen. You were no ordinary Lady, it would seem like it.

And from being a spoiled Phantomhive, you were known as the Queen’s goddaughter. The Queen was very fond of you, and she makes sure it shows.

It would seem like you had everything you ever wanted. Until that happened.

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You were in your room, getting ready for the twin’s 10th birthday party. You were excited to see the Twin’s reaction to your gift. You know that the younger twin has asthma, inherited from your mother. And you tried all the best ways to make sure that he was included in everything you all did as a family.

While your personal maid was doing your hair, you both heard a loud crash outside. You were about to get up, but it seems like your maid beat you to it.

“Stay here, my lady. I would check it out quickly and come back here as soon as possible. You already look splendid in your necklace and rings. And just look at you! You’re going to make the gentlemen swoon head over heels for you~!”

You sigh. “I sometimes envy your optimistic attitude, Lily.” The said maid giggled cheerfully. “I’ll be right back!” She said as she was leaving. You then look at the mirror in front of you. You were covered in jewels, most are probably gifts from the Queen herself.

You were left alone in your room and it was quiet. You put your hand on your forehead. “I know it should be quiet, but not this quiet, no?” You asked yourself. You often find yourself talking to yourself whenever you are alone. And you have a point there. It was a birthday party but the eerie quietness made it feel like a funeral instead.

5 minutes…. Turns to 10 and that turns to 20..

“Just where the hell is she!?” You weren’t one to be irritated easily. But you aren’t fond of being late, especially to your younger brother’s birthday.

You stood up from your chair to find out why she took so long.

And you consider yourself to be smart. But that decision might’ve been the worst one you ever made.

Outside, you saw Lily’s detached head on the stairwell. You put a hand on your mouth to prevent you from screaming. “What is going on!?” Your first thought was to make sure your younger brothers were alive and well. You tried to move quietly and swiftly but your dress makes it more difficult.

You also found your jewelry in the way of you moving quietly so you quickly took them off. Except for your earrings and ring. They were a gift from your family so how could you ever throw it away?

“Is mother and father safe? Are they with Ciel!?”

You heard some voices getting closer and closer to where you were so you ran as quietly as you could in a room.

“Man, can’t we already just snatch those boys up?”

“Don’t yer get impatient now, boy! We still have to find that brat!”

You heard one of the men, who you were sure was not a servant, talk, having a deep scottish accent. You put both of you hands on your mouth to control your breathing and to prevent yourself from getting a panic attack. You couldn’t afford to get caught now.

You heard the voices get further and further again and you sighed. Your breathing has become more steady and calm. Just as you were about to open the door-

“What a delectable birdie we findin’ today boys!” It was unexpected. “B-but I thought-!” The man giggled, it was disgusting and horrible to your ears. “You thought wrong sweetheart! Let’s get you all nice and sleepy, now, would you?”

And that was the last thing you remembered ever since you got kidnapped and was put into a slave auction a few weeks later.

You were in a cage, a metal choker with chains to prevent you from escaping. If anyone were to see you in this state, they would have never thought that you’re a noble. Well, was once a noble, that is. Your parents are surely dead, the twins were kidnapped and you? You’re in a slave auction ready to be bought by people in this… cult. You don’t know how to explain where you are. But it was definitely a cult. A cult obsessed with your family, that is.

You were just in this cage, all alone. You tried remembering what happened the first time you got here.

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DAY ONE

You groan as you try to sit up from the cold wet floor. Your head started pounding; ‘Just what happened?’ You tried to open one of your eyes, despite the aching of your head.

You hissed and closed your eyes again. You don’t know where you are but it was too bright. As you tried to open your eyes slowly, you heard a voice.

“Now ladies and gentlemen! Let me introduce you to this special specimen!” You heard some woah’s and just over all sounds of fascination. You heard the voice call out again. “Why is this specimen so special? Because this is the only and eldest daughter of the Phantomhives!” And at that, you heard shoutings.

“5 thousand!”

“Enough! I’ll bid 100 thousand!”

“I bid 500 thousand!”

‘W-what..? What are they..’ You knew what they were doing. But perhaps you were questioning what exactly they were doing was some type of coping mechanism. You fully opened your eyes and that was the moment where you couldn’t believe your eyes.

You were in some kind of cage and you had your wrists and ankles bound with shackles, both connected so it made it more difficult to escape. You couldn’t exactly see what’s ahead because of the cage but you could definitely see the person announcing you as if you were some kind of item to be purchased. He wore a mask for a masquerade party and had a tuxedo. What really sets him apart from all the other guests was his oddly bright red ribbon.

He was dressed like it was a celebration. If you saw him alone, you might’ve thought it was. But it wasn’t. Because you were obviously in a…

“...A slave auction?” You questioned yourself. Even when you couldn’t hear yourself because of the loud shouts (Bidding) of the people that were wearing cloaks. And the masks. They were wearing masks. And that’s when it fully hits you.

‘I’m the one they’re bidding for… They’re…. Buying me..’ You found yourself shaking at the thought.It was so unbelievable. Really. You couldn’t fully move because of the shackles that were bound to you. But either way, there was no escape. Too many eyes are on you. You wouldn’t really mind that most of the time. As you were the Queen’s favorite and the eldest daughter of the Phantomhives so of course eyes were on you.

“One million!”

“One million and 500 thousand!”

‘They really are… Do they want me that much..?’ You knew your value. Time after time again, your father always tells you about your position in high society. It was your duty to always remember your worth. And even when your father didn’t remind you, everyone reminded you. Of who you are as a whole.

“5 million! Sold!”

Your heart sank. Were you really worth that much?

You heard some people grumbling in frustration. About why they didn’t bid higher or why they didn’t bought more or…

Before you could think, you saw your now master. And that’s when realization fell on you. You aren’t the Queen’s goddaughter or the eldest Phantomhive.

You’re now a slave and the man in front of you is now your… “You can call me Master, my belladonna.”

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puppypeter · 24 days

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You know I love possessive/jealous/growly guard dog Roy as much as the next gal, but I think we're all forgetting the potential of rabid-super-fan-who's-literally-living-out-his-childhood-fantasy-and-will-therefore-stop-at-NOTHING-to-protect-it Jamie.

And like, let us not forget!! Roy is still ROY FUCKING KENT!!! He may be retired from footbal but I REFUSE to believe that there aren't still ppl who are gagging for a piece of THAT action.

Picture this: a new transfer arrives at Richmond. Great!! Seems like a cool guy!!! A bit on the younger side, a bit naive, and he is clearly absolutely star struck at being coached by THE Roy Kent. He's the flustered, blushy, wide-eyed type of fan, almost too shy to speak to Roy directly who practically swoons every time Roy gives him PERSONAL advice. And PRAISE??? This kid is panting for it, bruh. Totaaaall teachers pet.

And while Roy's not encouraging anything, he's also not blind. The kids crush is VERY obvious, and Roy's first instinct is to shut that shit down fast, but he learned his lesson about being a grumpy twat asshole to people who idolise him and he doesn't wanna hurt the kids feelings, especially since he's the Head Coach now, so he just politely ignores it.

Cut to Jamie fucking Kubrick Staring this fresh young thing down in the locker room, literally seconds away from ripping the fucking lockers off the walls because who the actual fuck does this little baby slut brat think he is???!!!! Drooling over Roy when it is so fucking obvious that Roy is HIS!!!! The spoiled only child / bratty sub rise up within Jamie and cannot be contained. The locker room turns into a crossover between Mean Girls and a dog fighting ring.

Best part about this idea is it can either be established!RoyJamie OR this new threat could be the instigating factor Jamie needs to mark his territory and jump Roy's bones.

I can totally picture Jamie sweetly inviting the new kid out to go clubbing as a welcome to the team type thing,,, only to sit in Roy's lap, practically performing a fucking floor show the entire time they're ther, smirking at the gobsmacked and bitterly envious newbies face every chance he gets because 'You. Fucking. WISH.'

(Roy would obviously drag Jamie home and punish him for being a smug fucking brat and a needy little cock tease, but it is SO worth it to flounce into training the next day and show off all the bruises Roy left on him, just to reaaaallly rub salt in the wound. Sorry new kid, the only one living out a wattpad y/n celebrity self-insert fanfic is JAMIE. Eat your fucking heart out ❤️)

uuuuuhhh I love this idea

I think a lot of jealousy in royjamie fic is based around keeley like in canon vs other external threats

So I absolutely love a new "puppy" coming in, Jamie not being considered one anymore (he's not the youngest but close) and now there is a new fresh faced talented player everyone welcomes and pays more attention to and he is just so jealous

And he thinks he is retreating to being old angry bitchy jamie but then he realises it has very little to do with football. He is happy the team has a new talented striker, especially now that that is not his focus with total football. And that all the jealousy and these feelings he has towards the new kid are entirely because of roy.

And roy has been really nice, trying to be a good coach and be more-lasso and welcoming. Him and jamie had to stop the 4am sessions because he has so much more to do and he trusts jamie he can do it by himself and he's matured so much. VS jamie feels like he's being left behind / maybe roy doesn't care about me anymore and he can't see that actually roy just has so much confidence in him and pretty much considers him equal in terms of footie now (there's a parallel to ted and nate there)

But jamie starts acting all bratty and pricklish until he snaps and kisses him and then it all makes sense

And roy admits he 100% does not have eyes for an 18 year old because he's just so horny for jamie having become so confident (the good kind) and competent and efficient and he gets a boner just by seeing him play lmao

#royjamie

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chocolatetheoristcloud · 1 year

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Can I have some heartbreaking, painful Sasuke angst?

(FINALLY A REQUEST!! 😭)

HOUND DOG

Paring: Sasuke x reader

Warnings/tw!:heart break,angst,dark content, friends with benefits,smut,fuck boy Sasuke, gas lighting,we are here for a good time not a long time, bullying elements,modernish AU, cursing.

Ft: Naruto,Kiba, Shikamaru mentions,Shark boy(forgot his name)

How could you be soo dumb...hm? just how could.

I mean the signs were all there,so how?.

He seemed so nice and friendly to you. When you first met.

You though you would,for ONCE in a lifetime finally have a person who cares about you, someone who wouldn't make fun of you and your interest's or or question you on never not smiling.

SOMEBODY to be their for you....

But no.

Here you are watching him make out with another girl.

I mean wasn't it obvious...

Fuck you then vanish, then when you go to see him the other day while he's talking with his friends laughing as he told them what happened the other day between you two, he'd act distant and cold while his friends are giggling behind him.

"Um yeah sorry Y/N.... I'm you know kinda busy with y'know my friends and all... sorry.."

"No no, it's fine we don't have to talk.. yeah sure no problem.."

His friends.....so am I not his friend...?

You though to yourself as you took your leave.

But he'll call you later that saying nothing but sweet nothings.

"I could never hurt you Y/N I hope you know that,....I promise....it's soo gental...plus you get me."

Lie lie lie, all you ever do is lie.

Promises are a ment to be kept, not broken...

And just like that you said nothing.I mean what was there to say your not his and he is not your's.

So like that, you didn't whine like some spoiled fucking hound begging for attention, muzzled up like a good hound dog keeping your mouth shut.You didn't whine, you were well trained.

And like a good hound dog you wouldn't dare the bite the hand that feed's you right

......or else you'll starve.

So like that you said nothing, even tho it hurts.

But that all change when you overhead him talking to his friends about him fingering you.

"Yeah you guys should of seen it, and how she reacted"

Sasuke said with a chuckle

"Wow Sasuke I'm impressed....I never expected Y/N to have sex with you,I mean she's always soo uptight"

"Yeah, Sasuke even I was caught off guard when you told us you got Y/N to fuck you, also I agree with Kiba, Y/N is really uptight and almost never's talks to anyone....so now the question is how the hell did you get her to fuck you!?"

"I mean come on Naruto... have you met me, but yeah I'll have to admit she was really uptight but I'll tho it took me sometime....I eventually got through to her and the rest was like clock work .... even she has a sour look on her face and doesn't talk to anyone...she has some ass and thighs on her for dayssss bro.... not to mention she's like a hound....she wouldn't bit the hand that's feed's her"

"Wow really...if that's true then I'm sure Shikamaru would love her"

"Yeah well, no shit Naruto shit after hearing about her from Sasuke I wouldn't mind fucking her too~"

Suigetsu added as they all laugh

Finally, deciding you with that you decide that you didn't want to have sex with Sasuke again after that. So when he finally hang's out with you and tried to make a move to you onto you this time you didn't hesitate to put a stop to it.

"Look....Sasuke we need to talk"

"About what?"

"About this, I don't wanna do this with you anymore... but we could still be-"

You were cut off.

"Wow Y/N so this is how you treat me, after everything we did together"

"Sasuke stop don't make sound like that you know that's not true"

"What? that you're being such an uptight bitch all of a sudden?"

"What the hell are you talking about,if anything your the bitch! you think I didn't hear what you were talking to your friends... well I did and I don't wanna do this anymore....I thought...I thought we could actually be friends but now I see that you were just using and abusing our friendship.... you don't care for me like I care for you, like any true friend would.... like how you think I'm just some puppy you can come and play with after....well I'm not, I'm not your house pet you jerk!!!"

You said it with your chest, there was no holding back now.

After that you and Sasuke stopped hanging out but that didn't stop him from telling the school he fucked you.

So now but to the question......

How could you be so dumb?

Could it be.... loneliness?

Could it be.....careless?

No it's not

It's not any of those

But you know what it could be....

You

Poor Poor Y/N....you pitiful creature. You finally got some good attention and just like a pound pup who has finally been let out it's cage you below it.

What's the matter? It's your fault for slipping up..... but here you are crying in the girls bathroom in an empty dirty stall crying.

Like a hound crying for it's bone... playing the victim as if you didn't bring it upon yourself....

You could of simply said no.....but like attention seeking puppy you didn't.

So go ahead and cry and whine like a puppy dog.

#sasuke x oc #sasuke angst #uchiha sasuke x reader #Sasuke x reader #sasuke x you #sasuke uchiha x reader #Sasuke smut #Naruto x reader #Sasuke Uchiha

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৹ title:: one more chance

৹ pairing:: thoma x f!reader

৹ wc:: 1.6k

৹ warnings:: open-ended angst w very little comfort. jealousy. mansplaining (?). breakup. blood. life-threatening injury. grief.

৹ a/n:: not me breaking my own heart over here. i'm not crying, you're crying.

you broke up with your long-time boyfriend a few days ago, the hurt still fresh and stinging. today you’re in the anger stage of grief but that could change before the day is out and you could find yourself crying your eyes out again while squeezing a pillow with your whole body.

your breakup had been the result of the dumbest thing. you’d accompanied thoma to the docks of ritou one afternoon, and while he was busy chatting with a merchant you were approached by an attractive deckhand. he invited you onto his ship for a tour, extending his muscular arm to help you aboard. you’d been on a couple of ships before, but never one that big.

just as you reached out to take his hand, thoma appeared behind you. “y/n! i see you’ve made a new acquaintance!” with a charming smile, he gripped the man’s proffered hand in a sturdy shake. “allow me to introduce myself…i’m thoma, inazuman fixer and yashiro commission retainer.” you rolled your eyes at his obvious flex. “i see you’ve already met my lovely girlfriend.” the deckhand returned thoma’s handshake and grunted his own introduction before excusing himself, citing he had duties to tend to onboard. “i’m sure you do,” thoma beamed, placing his hands on his hips as the man walked away.

you turned around and glared up at thoma. “what was that about?” you asked defensively.

“what? a guy can’t protect his girl from some sex-starved seaman who’s twice her size?”

“so, you’re jealous,” you scoffed, crossing your arms.

thoma chuckled. “me? jealous? of him? pfft!”

“oh please, it’s so obvious, thoma!” you stormed off, your boyfriend following not far behind. “what are you doing?”

“walking you home like i always do,” he said with irritating confidence.

by the time you made it to your front door the bickering had escalated to a full-blown argument.

“i just wanted to see inside of the ship’s deckhouse! is that so bad?”

“when it’s a strange man who probably hasn’t seen a woman in weeks, yeah! what kind of boyfriend watches a horny shipyard dog whisk his girl away to do archons knows what with her?”

“orrrr maybe he was just going to give me a harmless tour!”

“darling, clearly you don’t understand men…”

you wanted to slap the smug right off his face for that demeaning remark.

“darling, clearly you don’t understand women!”

that did the trick; his expression turned serious with a dash of hurt. “damn it, i was just trying to protect you! you know how much i care for you and i’d never be able to live with myself if something happened to you when i could’ve prevented it!”

“i can take care of myself, thoma! i’m not a child!”

“you’re sure acting like one right now,” he muttered under his breath, but you heard him and walked inside your house.

“i don’t need you to take care of me, thoma! matter of fact, i don’t need you in my life at all anymore!” you seethed, slamming the door in his face.

“y/n! come on, you don’t mean that!” when you didn’t respond, he pounded his fist against the heavy wooden door. “y/n! please open the door!”

...and that was the last time you'd seen or spoken to him...

“y/n!”

you whipped your head around at the loud, sudden intrusion. it’s one of the kamisato guards, but why is he here in the city and why is he out of breath?

“y/n, it’s thoma!”

you rolled your eyes and waved him off with an indignant huff. “i have nothing to say to him,” you said, turning your back to him and crossing your arms.

“he’s just returned from tatarasuna! he’s badly injured, slipping in and out of consciousness and keeps asking for you!”

he’d barely made it past the word ‘injured’ when you jumped to your feet and ran to the door, past the guard. “where is he?”

the guard took a breath, letting too much time pass. you clenched your fists and raised your voice. “WHERE IS HE??”

the guard stuttered a bit before finally speaking. “i’ll take you to him. follow me!”

you kept running ahead of him before finally turning to him and saying, “can’t you run any faster?” you’re not sure where your strength or stamina were coming from; you could only assume you were running on pure adrenaline.

“k-kamisato estate!” the guard panted.

“why didn’t you just tell me that in the first place?” you yelled as tears filled your eyes.

“i didn’t know who might be listening. we have no reason to think they’re not looking for him!”

naturally, you wanted to ask ‘who?’ but that didn’t matter right now. nothing mattered right now except making it to your boyfri- ex-boyfriend’s side as fast as your feet could carry you.

“i’m coming, thoma,” you said under your breath, hoping your words would make their way to his heart. the two of you had always had a weird, inexplicable connection of sorts - thinking of him seconds before he’d knock on your door to pay you a surprise visit, him pulling you in for a hug before you’d even had a chance to tell him about your bad day, laughing on the floor together when you realized you’d bought each other the same gifts. perhaps that’s why you kept getting sharp pains in your ribs earlier. the memories made your heart crumple in on itself and by the time you finally arrived at the estate, you were out of breath more so from the sobs that racked your body than the running.

ayaka-sama was the first to spot you, running and grabbing you by the wrist before you could even ask. she led you into a room where two medics shielded thoma’s body from your view, the tatami mat on the floor beneath him stained with his blood. your throat closed around itself as a soundless cry fell from your open mouth. had you not made it in time? was he…?

“y/n…” it was thoma’s voice, weak and full of pain, but enough to dispel your worst fear.

you treaded so lightly - slow, trepidatious steps as one of the medical attendants moved aside to fetch more supplies nearby. that’s when you saw him and slid across the tatami on your knees to be at his side.

“thoma? i’m here,” you said, hands hovering over him, not knowing where it was safe to touch him. there was so much blood. “i’m here, thoma...talk to me, baby."

his pretty green eyes fluttered open, chapped lips curving up into a strained smile as tears streaked across his temple, carving their way through the blood. “y/n? s’that you?”

you glanced down at his hand, palm up next to your knee and picked it up, the coagulating blood sticky on your skin. “yes, it’s me. please, thoma, hang on.” his smile faded as his eyes started to close again. “thoma! do not leave me! please!” you cried. “thoma, i need you here!"

his eyes cracked open again, just enough for you to see a sliver of emerald, darkening by the minute as if the light within him was dimming. “but you s- nhgnn -” he writhed in pain. “you said you d-don’t need me in your l-life anymore.”

“i was a fucking fool! i do need you! i need you, thoma! please!”

“y/n,” he croaked, eyes softening. “i love you.” fresh trails of tears streaked across his temples as he used what little strength he had to drag the back of his fingers across your cheek, leaving a streak of his blood on your soft skin. “love you s- fuck - so much-“

his arm collapsed by his side as he fell unconscious again and you were practically pushed out of the way by the medics. they cut his shirt open, revealing a gaping wound just beneath the left side of his ribs. your hands covered your mouth when you realized the extent of his injury, your body racked by new sobs as ayaka-sama placed a gentle hand on your arm to help steady you as you walked away.

“what happened, ayaka-sama?” you asked when you stepped out of the room.

she frowned at your devastated expression, holding your hand. “we’re not entirely sure. all we know is that he was on a quest in tatarasuna and wandered off by himself. when the rest of his party went looking for him, they found him lying on the ground just outside a deserted fatui camp in a pool of his own blood. as best as anyone can tell, he was run through by a fatui agent’s blade then left for dead. we’ve been asking thoma what happened, but haven’t been able to keep him conscious long enough to say much more than your name. he’s lost an awful amount of blood, y/n.”

the doors slid closed, the paper-thin shoji putting what felt like a million meters between you and your love. you’ve never handled the feeling of powerlessness very well. it’s one of the many things about you that thoma fell in love with years ago when the two of you first met that night at kiminami restaurant.

the lady of the house soothed the side of your arm as sorrow filled her blue-grey eyes. “we’ve got the most gifted healers working on him. for now, all we can do is trust in their expert abilities.”

he better fucking live through this. you didn’t even get a chance to tell him you love him back. you’d give anything to bicker with him again, to see his sweet smile, to feel his hard chest against your back and his warm hands over yours while teaching you how to wield a polearm just one more time.

fat tears spilled over your eyelashes as you bowed your head in a silent prayer. ‘archons, please don’t take him away from me. i vow to cherish him for the rest of my days and never again let him go. please...give me just one more chance.’

thoma mlist

i might write a part 2 - let me know if that's something you might like. reblogs are humbly appreciated, as always!! ❤️🖤❤️

#thoma #thoma x f!reader #thoma x reader #thoma x you #thoma x y/n #thoma angst #genshin x reader #genshin x f!reader #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #genshin angst #genshin impact x f!reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin impact x y/n #genshin impact angst #tw blood

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fixomnia-scribble · 4 months

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For @smittywing! Since we're sharing unpublished Criminal Minds snippets, here are Prentiss and Morgan, in December Season 7, getting gently toasted and trying to reconcile their friendship with Emily's undercover past. Derek interrogates, Emily rambles, Clooney snores in the corner.

December 18, 2011

They were drinking again, looking out over a slushy December night in Virginia. Morgan's place, because while Sergio was content with his box, Clooney couldn't wait. They’d taken Clue for a chilly walk, letting the dog amble at will and set the pace, while Emily told him stories about the haute doggy culture of Paris. And then, back home, Morgan had spun the cap off a half bottle of scotch and tossed it somewhere behind a desk.

“Sergio can hang tight until morning,” Morgan reminded her. In case she needed to talk and drink all night, and crash somewhere she didn’t have to keep one eye open.

"Nah, I do have to get home sometime tonight," Emily said. Lightly glowing on her second dose of two and a half fingers in a comfortably heavy glass tumbler, she stretched her toes for the mohair blanket over the arm of the couch, and pulled it towards her. "And I need to spend time with my boy. Garcia's stolen his fickle feline heart away. But this is good for now. Really good. Thanks."

She rubbed a careful palm over the top of her chest, under cover of tugging the blanket up over herself.

"You've been scratching again." Morgan told her, from his easy chair near the window. He’d never ask her to sit with her back to a window or a room, ever.

"I know I've been scratching again."

The brand was worse than the surgery site below. At least she could be careful, and scratch delicately around the tender skin, while she was awake. Even if she managed to resist the subcutaneous phantom itch of burned nerves, during the day, she still woke up some mornings with blood smears on her sheets and under her nails, and another patch of angry new scab. So much for proper aftercare. But then, getting branded on her poor left boob was hardly a body mod she would have chosen.

"Anyone touches you here, you'll think of me," he'd said, calmly and coldly, as her flesh smoldered under the iron's tip. He wasn't doing this for enjoyment. This was a means to an end. She was only a safe to be cracked. Until she cracked him, instead.

That's when he saw her clearly again, and set about killing her.

"You could get it fixed, you know, Em. Plastic surgery." Morgan reminded her.

"It would probably hurt more. Plus, I'd lose more sensation and a patch of skin from somewhere else. I think I'm going to let it stay. Bastard did a decent job, all things considered. Maybe I'll get it tattooed, make it my own. Think that'd be hot?"

"Tough girl." he returned, unfooled.

"It's mostly bullshit." she admitted. "You didn't see what a mess I was in Paris, when I had nothing to do but think and drink. But my past is part of me. I don't want to pretend anymore about who I was. Scars and all."

"You never had to."

"Yeah, I did. You would, too, if you'd been doing that kind of work. Derek, I was in deep cover. International covert ops cover. The kind you're never supposed to admit, even fifty years later. Trust - " she shook her head and lifted her scotch for a sip. "Trusting you had nothing to do with it. I trust you with my life. You held my life in your hands and wouldn't let go. I would do the same for you. God forbid it happen, but I would. But I couldn't speak about it. I still can't tell you everything we got done, how many conflicts we prevented before they had a chance to flare up. Even if it might help you understand..."

She heard Morgan sigh, and shake his head, leaning over his scotch. He was trying hard. Which spoke volumes about the respect that had grown between them in the relatively short time they'd known each other, and how deeply he'd let her into his guarded inner circle.

Of them all, Morgan and Reid were having the hardest time adjusting to her reappearance, she knew. Morgan, because he so rarely gave his trust, and Reid, because he trusted too easily. Reid was alarmed and confused and ashamed of his reactions to the whole bleak scenario. Her death, having to admit and learn to navigate his overwhelming grief, and now her reappearance. Of all the team, Reid was the one who needed to know he had some bedrock under his feet, in order to function in the world.

She'd try to get through to Reid soon. Probably somewhere in the open, where he could get up and walk away if he needed to, and not feel trapped or obligated to talk. Soon. Tonight was about mending fences with Morgan.

"Did Hotch know?" he asked, refilling his scotch. "There must've been some gaps in your resume."

"He knew I was undercover with the CIA, and he confirmed the dates I gave him with the Agency. He never probed farther than that." She managed a smile. "He did ask me how many languages I spoke. When I asked him if he meant idiomatically, academically, or just enough to cuss someone out, he shut me up."

"I guess being your mama's daughter had some uses after all."

"Yup." she raised her eyebrows and blew out a breath. "But you know - the more I think about it, the more I think Lauren kicked ass, and I don't mind remembering her. She stopped a terrorist from engaging in more than a few major raids, and made him think it was his decision. She never once broke cover. She kept a little boy from harm in the middle of hell, and put him in a safe place. And Dec…Derek, even in that insane world, Declan trusted us. We all kept him so safe, and gave him so much love, that it never occurred to him not to trust us. He let me..."

A small tremor started in her hands, and she set her glass on the coffee table before rolling onto her side, and tucking herself deeper under the blanket.

"He was only four, and he trusted me so much that he let me hold a gun to his head and spray pig blood all over his face and hair. All I told him was that we had to pretend he'd been in an accident, so that a really mean man wouldn't try to hurt him or his father. I told him it was like making a scary Hallowee'en movie to scare the man off. Louise was too frightened to say a word. I think she wondered if I was going to kill them both, no matter what I said."

The tremor set in deeper, creeping up her arms and through her middle, and she pulle up her knees and crossed her arms and pinned her hands in her armpits to stop it.

Morgan did not miss this. He didn’t comment upon it. "I think I just got something I needed to get," he said, leaning forward. "Prentiss, I'll tell you straight up, I was pretty shocked. Not that you'd been working at that level, but where you let it take you. Not just into Doyle's business, but - "

"Into his bed." she said flatly.

"See, I know you. I know you'll use whatever you can to fight a good fight, but I couldn't wrap my head around that part till now. It was Declan that kept you there. Not Doyle. Not really."

"It was Declan that kept me there," she agreed. "It's not a pretty business, my friend. You get that Lauren was an arms dealer too, right? That was my in. I didn't expect him to...to offer me so much access. He wasn't psychotic. He was obsessive, hypervigilant and manipulative, but he treated the people close to him like royalty. So yeah, you can say I fucked Doyle to get into his sentimental little heart, after I got into his head. I did that. I'm hardly the first to use sex, and I won't be the last, and I saved a lot of lives by putting myself there. And it wasn't all a lie. He really treated me very well. Does that make me a whore? Or just a damn good agent? Honest to God, I don't know. I could sure as hell name my price with him. Anything I asked for. He tried to give us a good life. But yeah, if there hadn't been Declan, I don't know how much longer I'd have stayed. I'd have had to fake my death sooner or later. Ian would never, ever have let me go. But with Declan there, I was almost his...Well. He thought I was…he was so little, it only made sense to him. How would he know anything else? But there wasn't much I wouldn't have done for him. So I stayed. Most days I just lived and breathed it all in. And occasionally reported in to my operator while I was supposed to be having my hair and nails done."

"My point is," Morgan said, slowly, "It's the mom-thing you got inside you. I've seen you go there. One of your babies is in danger, you turn mama-bear and get all eaten up inside until you know they're safe. That Kira. Honest to God, I think if her aunt hadn't been found, you really would have taken her in, wouldn't you?"

"Oh, like you and Ellie? You even had the paperwork ready to bring her across the country. I saw it. Cross-jurisdictional guardianship application, signed and witnessed. And I know she still e-mails you." Emily smiled at him, a little wet about the eyes. “That mattered, you know. Ellie knew you were fighting for her. That mattered, even if she found her home.”

"I do know. That's why I get it. I gotta be honest, I've been wrestling with the whole undercover sex thing, but you're right, it happens. I know it does. But hearing you talk about that kid - maybe it's just a handle I can wrap my head around, but I get it a little better."

"It wasn't any kind of Stockholm syndrome, you know." she cautioned him. "That’s a made-up bullshit thing some shrink came up with to get interviews. I knew what I was doing."

"Yeah, but didn’t it..." he paused. "Em, didn’t it wear on your soul? Or was it really just the job?"

"Fuck, yeah, it did. But maybe less than I'd like to admit. Women have been using sex as a power tool since the very beginning." She held his gaze. “It was a game I was trained to win and I won, Derek. D’you get that?”

“Except it wasn’t a game, and you lost nearly everything. And we lost you.”

“That’s also true. And I’m sorry for that part. Again.”

"I guess I've spent my career trying to protect women from being used like that, so it's...I just never knew anyone who...you know, worked at that level."

"High class all the way, baby." She raised her glass in a mirthless toast. Morgan didn't smile. She shook her head and tried again. "I'm sorry if it changes your opinion of me," she said. "But sometimes that's how the world is. If I hadn't consented freely and knowingly to be what Doyle wanted, he'd still be alive, there would be well-armed conflicts in parts of the world you don't even want to think about getting hot, and Declan would be training to be his successor."

"He is a pretty great kid." Morgan admitted, after a moment.

"And I hope he stays that way. At least now he has a chance."

"Tell me about Declan. From the beginning."

So she did.

#criminal minds #emily prentiss #derek morgan #lauren reynolds

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