#i heard about the black cube and the more i thought about it the more i feel like its such a cop out

[lordprettyflackotara]

Till Dawn || Eyeless Jack

Smut, 18+, minors dni. Tw: size kink, overall rough ass sex, unrealistic demon sex, stalking, a sprinkle of cnc, safe word IS in place, obsession, blood, blah blah. all the things. i had to lock tf in to finish this, it’s been sitting unfinished foreverrr. here you go my lovely’s <3

part two is here

part three is here

You were a fascinating creature.

EJ thought so, anyways.

Many years had passed since he had been human, his interest in mortals having previously faded. That engrossment only slipping away further after he had moved into Slenderman’s mansion.

Typically, besides killing for food, (and maybe fun), he never strayed from home.

When Jack wasn’t home, he was never staying. Always passing through.

That was, until he saw you.

Your scent was divine, the demon lurking inside the depths of EJ clinging onto the idea of a tasty snack.

Once Jack had found you, he began studying you from a far.

You weren’t hard to find, the annoyed curses leaving your lips giving away your location easily. You were awkwardly stumbling over your arms full of groceries, struggling to unlock the front door to your tiny home.

Typically EJ wouldn’t have noticed your behavior at all, his animalistic instincts shouting at him to break into the window upstairs. To slide in, waiting for you to get settled. To creep behind you and slit your throat. He could hear your heartbeat, the steady pulse sending adrenaline through his veins. His mouth was beginning to salivate under his mask, his interest now peaked as he observed your life.

You liked your coffee mostly black, with a single sugar cube. You were a night owl, giving Jack plenty to watch as he hid in the shadows of darkness. It occurred to EJ as he watched you join another round of an online game, your thick headset covering your ears, that he hadn’t really thought about what humans did in a long time.

Over the years he had sort of lost the man he once was, forcing himself to view mortals as meals, nothing more. After all, one sensitive vital organ and they’d be dead. Humans were so fragile. They aged so much quicker than he did. Why would he ever get attached?

The thought of a potential attachment hadn’t occurred to him, ever. EJ was content with passing through. He was content with his minimum social interacts with his fellow creeps back at the mansion.

But your scent.

Eyeless Jack grew more and more puzzled the longer he studied you. Why did you smell so fucking good? He had never cared for blood before, wounds not visible on your body anyways. Your pulse was normal, but he heard pulses around him all the time. Including two sets he lived with. Unless he was hunting, EJ had grown accustomed to tuning them out.

What was it about you?

It wasn’t until one night he was perched up in an oak tree, watching you prepare for bed. EJ had never considered himself to be a peeping tom. The female body held no interest to him other than the organs it contained. That was of course, until he saw you changing. You had tugged your shirt over your head, your bare breast bouncing as you pulled down your pants. Your panties were lacey, a material EJ hadn’t touched in ages. For the first time in years, Jack could feel his boner brushing against the fabric of his boxers.

You were so innocent, so unaware of his presence. EJ felt heat rush to his cheeks, awkwardly looking around to make sure no one else was looking at you like he was. You were so careless, leaving your curtains open like this. He was sure you figured since you were on the second story no one could see you. Jack liked that idea, him being the only one that could see you like this.

This made him only pay more attention. His attention now was not only on you, but the people you associated with. EJ liked that you mostly had friends and regular coworkers. He had no competition, no problem to deal with. His mind overworked itself trying to come up with realistic scenarios where he could meet you. Where he could feel the heat of your body, his cock buried in your cunt.

Despite Jacks obsession, he knew that the situation wasn’t ideal. His being over 6’5 and having dark gray skin the very least of his appearance issues.

The longer he watched your life, he noticed you were lonely. It didn’t matter how many friends you hung out with, he saw the look on your face deep in the night. The photos in your room of everyone you loved, every single photograph missing yourself. The filthy books you spent your time reading, the romance movies you watched. You needed a lover. Someone to tend to your needs, every dark desire.

He was over the moon when the opportunity presented itself.

Ben had given him a heads up, letting him know a ‘gnarly storm’ was heading the way EJ had recently been camping out at.

Standing in the rain wasn’t ideal for EJ. He didn’t particularly like being wet, the rain beginning to pour down. The thunder clapping and lightning striking was comforting for him, the wetness of the situation, not so much.

It was a usual night for you, your teddy bear wrapped desperately in your arms as you attempted to fall asleep. EJ watched you turn over restlessly, the storm clearly delaying your regular sleeping cycle. His gaze wondered over to the bright pink vibrator charging on your nightstand, his eyebrows raising.

When did he miss that?

It had to have been when he went to hunt earlier. Living off of deer was borderline revolting, his craving for human organs much more prominent. However he knew if he wanted to stay, eating one too many human organs created too much attention. A good chase from the cops taught him that lesson. Took him lots of stitches to heal, ones he had to do himself.

It occurred to Jack in that moment that if he was going to go through on his idea now was the time. He slowly walked down the thick branch of the oak tree, careful not to slip as he approached your window. He crouched down, raising his hand. He tapped on your window with his index finger, the unfamiliar feeling of fear filling him. Would you call the cops? What would you do? He watched you stir in your bed, as if you were internally debating if the noise was real.

EJ waited patiently for the thunder to subside, before tapping again. This time you sat up, your eyes landing on the window. EJ nervously realized this was the first time you were looking at him. He raised his large gray hand, waving at you. Your eyebrows furrowed, throwing the sheets off of you as you approached your window. EJ knew your window was broken, unable to be locked. He noted you pretending to unlock it, before shoving it upwards.

“Can I um, help you?” You asked. The rain droplets were splashing into your dry room due to the wind. EJ didn’t like that. He cleared his throat, trying to sound as non threatening as possible. He knew humans to be sensitive and after all of these years of not thinking twice about his voice, he was thinking about it now. “May I come in? It’s a bit wet out here,” EJ said as calmly as he possibly could. He watched you study him, your eyes fixated on his gray hands.

“I’m n-not so sure that’s a good idea. My brother’s home and I don’t think-” You stuttered, the lies spilling from your lips. Jack didn’t like this. You weren’t a liar. Without touching you, he slid into your room nimbly without a second thought. His drenched clothes were dripping water on the floor, his sights scanning the room up close for the first time.

“Hey! You can’t just barge in here!” You yelled. You stormed over to your nightstand, grabbing a baseball bat with ‘Vikings Middle School’ engraved on it. You rose the bat over your shoulder, swinging it with full intent to hit your intruder. Your eyes widened in fear as EJ caught the bat in mind air, his slender gray fingers wrapped around the metal. He tiled his head to the side, observing you.

First lies and now an attempt at assault. This is not off to a great start.

Jack immediately caught a whiff of your scent, the newly founded fear reeking off of you. And it was divine. EJ pushed the bat aside, taking a step closer to you. “Dont lie to me. I’m not here to hurt you. I’m here to offer you what you truly want in exchange for shelter from the storm,” EJ said. You were adorable, practically shaking in fear as he towered over you.

“I don’t want money if that’s what you’re offering. I’m not interested-” You began protesting. Jack noted your heart racing, his ears twitching at the delightful sound. He made you nervous. EJ’s dark chuckle cut off your sentence, causing you to stop talking. “Thats not what you truly want,” Jack purred. With another few steps towards you, he had backed you into a wall. With his arms on each side of your head, he slowly rose his knee. With an unseen smirk, he placed his knee between your legs.

A skimpy nightgown rode up your thighs, your face turning a light pink. “You’re lonely, I can fix that. I’ll only stay until dawn,” EJ said. Consciously he made an effort to be gentle as he rose his hand to touch your face. You were softer than he could’ve imagined, the softest silks having nothing on your skin. “I’m n-not-” You stuttered. Your heart was racing faster. It was music to EJ’s ears. “The vibrator sitting on your nightstand says otherwise,” Jack replied cockily.

His new found confidence was evident, your attention fully on him. Finally on him. EJ leaned forward, tilting up his royal blue mask as he leaned towards your ear. His voice was deep and soft, his breath hot as you trembled beneath him. “I promise i’ll make you feel really good,” EJ purred. His words were utter filth, your face flushing with heat. You could feel your core throbbing, your lust for a stranger so dirty but so thrilling.

“What’s your name?” You whispered. EJ was surprised by your question, causing him to lean back and slide his mask back into place. “I’m Jack, but you can call me EJ,” He replied. You toyed with the idea of asking him what EJ stood for, but decided against it. You stood up a little straighter, attempting to take more control of the situation. “Well EJ, if you’re going to fuck me, you better fuck me like you mean it. I want you gone at dawn. Understood?” You asked boldly.

A devious smile was curling up EJ’s lips, his mask blocking the view of his razor like teeth. “I knew you’d give into me, I can smell your arousal,” EJ replied. His gaze traveled down your body, soaking in your cleave that was revealed and your plush upper thighs. As if you could sense his devious thoughts, you pushed at his chest. “Hey i’m not kidding. Be gone at dawn or i’m calling the cops,” You threatened. Jack chuckled, before grabbing both of your thighs.

He picked you up with ease, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist. “Gone by dawn. I got it. If you want me to stop say red. Say anything else and I won’t, got it?” EJ asked. He carried you over to your bed, plopping you onto your soft mattress. You audibly whimpered an agreement, staring up at the man in front of you.

“Oh and one other thing,” EJ began, shoving his hoodie over his head. You marveled as his bare chest, his dark gray skin defining his muscles. “Dont freak out,” Jack finished. You stared at him blankly, blinking before he slid off his mask. EJ wasn’t a fan of removing his mask for any reason, not even to his victims. The most he would do is show his razor blade teeth every once in a while. Matter of a fact, he couldn’t remember the last time he had removed his mask in front of anyone.

Jack had pondered about what to do about his appearance, the oozing black empty eye sockets something that couldnt be ignored. He figured revealing it immediately would get it out of the way, and based on the way you reacted, he’d know what to do. His obsession with you wasn’t just pure filth or attraction, you smelled absolutely delicious.

He would win in every scenario.

He would know how to make his choice based on your reaction. You were confused, watching as EJ leaned down over you. He pinned you to the bed, your body on fire with desperation. “Scared?” Jack purred, waiting to hear all of the insults he heard in his worst nightmares. You found yourself nervously chuckling, thunder rumbling outside. “Only of not cumming,” You replied in a cocky tone, causing EJ to smile. Surely the unsettling rows of animalistic teeth were going to set you off.

But they didn’t.

Your approval and calmness gave EJ confidence, his lips bringing themselves to yours. He was careful, restraining himself so he didn’t accidentally nip you with one of his teeth. He kept his tongues in his mouth, deciding that would be a surprise for later. He was rough and needy, his lips practically begging yours to respond faster. His hips pressed down lower on yours, his bulge visible and pressed against your clothed cunt.

You tasted like mint, the taste flooding his tastebuds with an intense craving. You bucked your hips upwards, whimpering in his mouth as he grinded against you. “Needy huh?” Jack taunted. He pulled down your night gown, exposing your bare breast to him. He leaned down, placing soft and gentle kisses onto your chest. “I know you aren’t talking,” You teased.

EJ growled into your skin as he lowered himself down your body, prying open your thighs. “Whys that?” He murmured, pressing his chapped lips against your plush inner thighs. You clamped your mouth shut, your hips involuntarily moving upwards towards his mouth. “Dont think I get any play huh? Thats funny, considering you’re practically begging me to touch you,” Jack snickered cruelly. He was relishing and thriving in your desperation, dragging your panties down with his razor sharp teeth.

They poked holes in your thin panties, the shredded clothing being dragged down your legs. EJ couldn’t take his eyes off of your bare cunt, your cheeks flushing a shade of red as the demon above you admired your dripping wet cunt. Jack had seen a cunt before, in his human life and accidentally in his demon one. But yours, yours was a sight for sore eyes.

With his index finger and middle finger Jack spread open your lips, admiring how wet you were for him. “I don’t have all night-” You began complaining, only for one of EJ’s tongues to lick a stripe up your cunt. Electricity shot through your body, causing you to let out a sinful moan. “You do have all night. I have you until dawn. And trust me, you’re going to remember this long after,” Jack said, returning his attention to your aching core.

To your surprise Jack had three tongues, each of them assaulting your cunt is different ways. Two had made their way inside of you, abusing your cunt by fucking you. The other was attacking your clit, stimulating you into a babbling mess. You grabbed his hair, his name spilling off of your lips involuntarily. It was all happening so fast, your body struggling to keep up with the pleasure. Jack couldn’t contain himself, unable to tease you any longer.

Your pussy tasted better than any fucking organ he had ever eaten. You yanked at the roots of his brunette hair, chanting you were going to cum. This didn’t encourage him to slow down, the killer in between your thighs only wanting to make you do it again.

“F-fuck Jack I-I can’t,” You whined, closing your thighs around his head. Jack smirked as he removed one of his tongues from your clit, allowing him to speak. “You know what to say if you actually want me to stop. I think you like this though. I think you like being treated like the whore you are,” Jack panted. You felt humiliated at his words, your walls squeezing around his tongues.

This made EJ chuckle, his gaze now settled on your bright red face. “You like that don’t you? Being a whore for me?” Jack asked mockingly, continuing to fuck you with his tongues. Truth was when Jack had caught you reading the dirtiest of books, he ensured to do his research. To imagine himself being the one to do the things to you like he read in the filth romance novels.

You tried to hold back your unholy moans, biting your lower lip as Jack stared up at you. His third tongue playfully licked across your clit again, causing your hips to jolt upwards. “I asked you a question,” Jack said sternly. His large hands pinned down your waist, prying your thighs open. “Y-yes I like being a whore,” You replied pathetically, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten. Jack brought his spare hand to your cunt, drawing quick circles around your throbbing clit.

Your legs began to tremble as an animalistic, low growl left EJs throat. “Whose whore are you? Tell me,” Jack ordered, your walls squeezing around his tongues. You could barely make sense of his words, the ecstasy he was providing you too heavenly. “I’m yours, i’m your whore Jack. Fuck, please make me cum,” You pleaded.

She taste good and can beg? Fuck me.

“Cum for me like the good little whore you are.”

Your legs shook violently and attempted to close as you came, Jacks merciless assault coming to an immediate halt. He watched you ride out your euphoria, slipping his tongues out of your cunt. Your pussy was red and puffy, suffering from the abuse of a demon. He wiped his chin with his hand, crawling up closer to you. Your heart was pounding so loudly it took everything in him for Jack not to tear it out of your chest.

“You’re going to feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock,” Jack growled, sloppily pushing down his pants. He leaned back, lightning flashing as he stroked his cock in front of you. “You sure you can handle me? You seem tense,” Jack asked teasingly. He knew was far bigger than you, your eyes widening at the mere sight of his shaft. “I can handle anything you throw at me,” You say, swallowing to create some moisture in your dry mouth. Your throat and mouth having gone dry from making so many sinful sounds.

Jack smirked as he slowly slid inside of you, his tip alone stretching you out. You whimpered, causing Jack to lean forward. He sank into you slowly, peppering soft kisses on your neck. Purposefully he targeted your more sensitive skin, testing the waters to see which areas made you loosen up more. You clawed at his back, your face scrunched up in pain. EJ studied your face carefully, slithering one of his hands down to your puffy clit. “T-too much,” You babbled, your words beginning to slur. Your hand slid down to grab Jacks wrist, the killer above you not changing his mind.

“Need you loosen up a bit more. You’re doing so good. You can do it for me, yeah?”

His words were like a remedy for your pain, his cock now fully buried inside of you. You pulled your hand away from his wrist, your fingertips brushing over the outline of his cock inside of your stomach. You forced yourself to open your eyes, the sloppy circles Jack was drawing around your clit helping you adjust. You swallowed hard, meeting the gaze of the lust filled demon above you. “You can move,” You whispered. Jacks ears twitched, almost as if he was making sure he heard you right.

“Play with your clit for me while I fuck you,” Jack ordered. You did as instructed, your small fingers trailing down to your abused clit. You drew slow circles as Jack propped himself up, slowly bucking his hips into yours. You let out a loud moan, his cock hitting your g spot. The demons gaze fell down to your womb, his eye sockets widening as he saw the shape of his cock slide in and out of you. “So fucking tight for me,” Jack snarled, picking up the pace.

His thrust were brutal and animalistic, unlike anything you had ever seen before. Or felt before. His pace was relentless, his body not seeming to tire. “Jack!” You cried out, wrapping your arms around his neck. He brought you into a sloppy kiss, struggling to be careful not to cut you with his teeth as he fucked you. “You feel so much better than I thought you’d feel. Fuck,” EJ groaned into your mouth, losing his control.

One of his teeth nicked your lower lip, a small tinkle of red crimson blood dripping down your bottom lip. Jack didn’t have time to think, his mouth on yours immediately. But this time, for a different reason. He sucked at your bottom lip as he pounded you, moaning at the taste of your blood. You felt disgusted how accepting your body was of this, your eyes fluttering shut as you allowed him to suck at your lower lip. Jacks orgasm was coming closer, even if he didn’t want it to.

His pace didn’t let up for a second, his body a slave to your pussy. He released your lip with a pop, growling as he felt his orgasm come closer and closer. “I’m going to fucking breed you. You’re gonna be all mine, all fucking mine,” Jack huffed, his control long gone. His gaze met yours, your face fucked out and your moans incoherent. “Cum with me. Cum all over me,” He panted, his orders now weak. Your small fingers were replaced with his own, his slender fingers resuming the assault on your clit.

“Fucking shit, EJ!” You cried out, gripping his arm as you felt your orgasm wash over you. Your walls were milking his cock, begging him for his cum. They were pleading with him to breed your pretty little cunt, to make you all his. Your orgasm was all it took, his hips stuttering as he came inside of you. His moans were no longer the human language, his sounds of pleasure reverting back to incoherent growls. EJ panted as he looked down at you, your bottom lip puffy.

Your neck was covered in light purple and brown bruises, his light pepper kisses not as light as he thought. You were fucked out, your body lying limply on the mattress below you. Slowly he slid his cock out of you, your cunt red and puffy from the abuse. EJ watched as a mixture of his and your cum dripped out of you, your breathing slow and heavy. “Y/n?” Jack whispered. He was terrified he had broken you, his gaze landing on the bruises in the shape of his fingers that had littered your soft thighs.

You murmured an audible response, causing Jack to sigh in relief. He looked over his shoulder, the sun coming over the horizon. The storm had subsided, a light spring shower coming down from the sky above instead. You sat up slowly, watching your tall demon lover dress himself. You were dizzy and tired, blinking slowly as he shoved his pants back on. “You don’t wanna stay?” You asked softly, yawning. EJ gave you a cheeky smile, before shoving his mask back on.

“We had a deal didn’t we? It’s dawn,” Jack said. He began to put his hoodie on, your eyes softening with disappointment. Jack could feel his stomach growling, the taste of your blood fueling his desire for a tasty meal. He wanted to stay, but he knew he would kill you if he lost control again. Without thinking he handed you his hoodie, before heading over to the window. You sat there dumbfounded, watching as he gave you a small wave goodbye.

“Don’t worry, i’ll be back,”

[agere-fics]

cg!logan just shushing his fussy little. "shh shh I know kiddo. I know" with back rubs and ugh I think I just need to be shushed and cooed at right now

pairing: old man!cg!logan x little!reader

CWs: some angst, reader has a meltdown, but logan comforts them

word count: 0.6k

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you don't even know how you made it back home. it's even more surprising you made it back safe and sound. you were too lost in the void that is your mind, thinking of your past, your future, things that have gone wrong, stuff that still needed to be done. the present, your current reality wasn't anywhere near your consciousness. the entire trip home, your surroundings were fuzzed, voices were muted, the world dimmed.

why must it be so hard to just live, to be an adult? why were you so incapable of adulting?

you stood at the door frame, just standing there. your bag had fallen from your shoulder, landing on your elbow. your eyes were glazed over. nothing mattered anymore. you were gone.

you heard something, perhaps the freezer ice cube maker going off or the a/c turning on. it was fizzy and soft, barely there.

you heard it again. this time it was louder. it was coming from only a few feet away from somewhere out there.

blurred black spots came into view. it shocked your core and made you blink, the puzzle pieces linking themselves together. the black spots turned out to be black, leather shoes. large ones.

"daddy?" you slowly looked up, making eye contact with Logan. you didn't even realize you were speaking. "daddy…" your lip quivered. one tear flew down, then another… and another. they came out faster and faster until you had niagara falls on your face.

"hey there, bub, come here, come here." your daddy pulled you against him. you grabbed his white button down in tight fists and made a puddle of tears on his left shoulder. "it's okay, kiddo. i'm here."

"i'msorryi'msosorrydaddy!" you bawled. "'m sorry…" you squeezed your eyes shut and buried yourself deep into his chest. you held him tightly, so tightly you thought you'd melt into him.

"it's alright, pumpkin. i'm not mad. it's okay, you're okay." he mumbled into the top of your head, planting kisses on your temples and forehead. "sh, sh, sh, sh, sh." he rubbed your back. "it's okay, darling. you're safe, i'll take care of ya. shh, shh, shh." he let you cry, you needed this, he knew.

logan bent his knees a bit to reach his arm underneath your knees. he cradled you in his arms and brought you to the grey, leather couch. you buried your head in his neck, breathing in the comforting smell of his sandalwood fragrance. you commented one time on how much you liked it and now he never went without it.

he gently scratched your scalp and continued placing smooshes to your brow. "what happened today, bub?" he asked once you calmed a bit.

"i don' know, daddy. i jus', jus… idonknow-" your breathing began to quicken again.

Logan shushed and bounced you on his lap. "it's okay, you don't have to talk about it right now, pumpkin. breathe in… breathe out… breathe in… breathe out, bub, there you go. good job." he dragged your designated, fluffy couch blanket on top of you and loaded up soft lullabies on spotify. he remembered fondly how you showed him the app and your favorite safe stuff on there. he didn't care about newer technology stuff but after you told him how much it helped you, he was determined to learn them.

you fell asleep on his lap after about an hour. your daddy fell asleep, too. your weight on him was soothing, as was your music. you were so peaceful, it made him nod off.

daddy would always be there for you to keep you safe, keep you happy, and to comfort you. he was the best daddy ever.

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[themorningsunshine]

I like me better when I am with you

Masterlist

Pairing - Bucky Barnes x f!reader

Summary - Bucky isn't in love with you, nope, not at all, not even a bit, that doesn't mean he has to like that man who is shamelessly drooling over you.

Warnings - Fluff, Bucky’s internal thoughts, jealousy

Word count - 2.8k

a/n - I had so much fun writing this.

Bucky’s internal monologue is in italic.

Stark parties were his least favourite. They always consisted of the same kind of people. Bucky didn't have to remember their faces to know that. They were all the same. Rich people with money much more than they could handle, spend it in the worst and the dumbest way possible. No, really, why the hell would they get their already filthy expensive phone coated with gold? And don't even get him started on when he had heard a man complaining that Tony hadn't put 'perfectly squared ice cubes' worth 300$ each in their drinks. Hell, he had somehow started respecting Tony's choices and that man was currently wearing a 100,000$ suit.

But these parties were never this unbearable. He always used to have company. He still has Steve sitting beside him and don't get him wrong, Steve is his best friend but there's a limit as to how much Bucky can hear that man complain about the new recruits.

"Can't believe Tony was able to do that. That man has got brains. Only if he was not so arrogant. Don't you think, Buck?"

His name slipping from Steve's mouth makes him look at his best friend who has been talking to him for .... well, a long time. He didn't even know when he switched topics.

Bucky never really zones out. He is a great listener but today, something else has caught his attention completely. Something which keeps bugging him and he doesn't even understand why.

Steve sighs as he realises just how much his best friend has been listening to him. "You know, Sam is right, you do have a staring problem."

"No, I don't," Bucky says in a way that makes it look like that's the most absurd and offensive thing he has ever heard.

Steve chuckles and says, "You don't have to sit here and pretend that it doesn't hurt you."

Bucky gives out a sarcastic chuckle. After everything he has been through, there is nothing in a hundred-mile radius of this party that could remotely hurt him. "I am just fine, Steve. Why would I be hurt?" He doesn't say he is good, or great, he says 'just fine' 'cause that's his default setting. To be just fine. He is rarely ever more than that.

No, you are, when you are with her. His inner thoughts whisper to him. He shakes his head to get that thought away as if it had offended him too.

Steve gives him a small smile and nods his head towards a direction that Bucky has been not so subtly staring at for the past half an hour.

And there you are. In all your glory. In the beautiful, simple, golden outfit you are wearing, sipping on your drink in the most gentle way possible. The colour golden suits you, Bucky thinks.

That's what you said when she was wearing blue. A person can look good in 2 colours. Then what about green and - Shut up.

He looks at you again and notices the thing that has been bugging him. You're still talking to him. The man with the too smooth suit and the too silky hair and the too gentle words and the - ... God, he hates that man. And he has reasons for it. Who the hell wears a black tie with a black suit? Doesn't he have any other colour to wear? And who the hell drinks non-alcoholic drinks when at a Stark party? And then Bucky remembers you telling him once that you hated the smell of alcohol. That you couldn't stand within a metre radius of the people who had drunk a lot. But, that man doesn't know that.

You are still smiling at him and talking. But, that's okay. You love to talk. You could spend hours talking about the movie you just saw or the book you just read. That's nothing. And smiling, well you smile at everything. That's your default setting. To find beauty in everything and give it the most beautiful and genuine smile he has ever seen. You can really find the good in everything.

Maybe that's why she is friends with you.

That's not the point. You even smile at strays. And that's who the man is, a stray, a wild, animal.

Cannot be wilder than you. Or did you forget who you are, Buck?

Bucky doesn't like these thoughts. They tend to come back to him in crowded places. When there are too many people staring at him, talking about him. You always used to be there with him. Making fun of all these rich people and their etiquette.

The both of you would mostly escape from the party early, especially when you were done with what you actually came here for, which was always food. He had to agree. Tony did know how to throw a good party.

You would sneak him into the mini theatre and would watch the silliest movies, just to laugh at their absurdity. Or you would just take him to the roof and the both of you sat there, stargazing and talking. You were really a good friend of his.

Friend? Friends don't glare holes into the back of the man they're just talking to.

This man had approached you at the start of the party and hadn't left your side. Clingy. Rich, coming from you.

You didn't owe Bucky anything. You didn't sign a contract that you had to spend all these parties with him. No, it wasn't any of that. That doesn't mean it couldn't hurt.

"Buck, why don't you just tell her?" For a second, Bucky is taken aback. He had completely forgotten that Steve was still sitting there. What had happened to his super soldier skills?

Too busy gaping at her I remember asking you to shut up And I remember telling you not to fall in love with her

Bucky clears his throat at the last comment by his inner conscience. Sometimes, it acted weird.

"Tell who, what, Steve?" Bucky feigns nonchalance as if he has no idea what Steve is talking about.

Steve chuckles. "How many hers do you have in your life, Buck?" Noone. Just her.

Bucky is sure he is going crazy. Maybe he has had too much to drink. You haven't touched alcohol. Oh, I wonder why that is.

"I know many people who use that pronoun, punk. Nat, Wanda, Sharon, Maria, many shield agents, Carol, oh and yeah... y/n. You have to be more specific" Well done

"Fine, I will be more specific. How many 'hers' do you stare at?" "None." He replies, a little too fast and Steve gives him a knowing smirk. And there it goes...

"I am not staring at anyone, Steve." He gives him a pointed look. "Whatever sails your boat, Buck. But I'd recommend talking to her before it's too late."

Before it's too late

That sentence echoes in his ears. He didn't want to lose you. Not to the annoying guy who had still not left your side, not to the shield agent who always insisted on training with you whenever he got the chance, not to anyone. He didn't want to lose you. Never.

How can you lose someone who isn't even yours? This time his inner voice is gentle, pleading as if it is silently begging him to do something.

Before he even knows what he's doing, Bucky is out of his chair and walking towards the bar.

You chuckle at something the man says before you notice Bucky walking towards the both of you and your smile gets wider.

"Hey, doll." He greets you, completely ignoring the man standing a couple of feet away.

: "Hey, Buck. Please tell me Steve didn't talk your ear out about work." You say with a chuckle. Of course, you had noticed Bucky talking to Steve, your eyes tended to look for his even in a room full of hundreds.

Bucky just lets out a chuckle, shrugging, already feeling much at ease now that he was with you.

A clearing of throat brings both of your attention back to the man standing beside you.

"Gosh, I am sorry. Bucky, this is Todd. Todd Williams. You remember the law firm Tony was talking about the other day?"

Bucky just nods his head, least interested in who this man was.

"He is the owner." You introduce him to Bucky with a polite smile on your face and Bucky wants to rip this man's head off. Even though he just knows his name, he is pretty sure he is going to hate him, if he doesn't already.

"Hi, Bucky, I have heard a lot about you." The man brings his hand forward for a handshake and Bucky thinks he will chop off his hand before he shakes it with the man.

"James." He replies with a stern look on his face.

Todd awkwardly takes his hand back and narrows his eyes in confusion.

"My name is James. Only my friends call me Bucky."

You widen your eyes at Bucky. You knew he never liked meeting new people and that he was not really the warmest to strangers, but he was never so.... hostile. If looks could kill, Todd would be six feet under by now.

"It's nice to meet you, James." Todd tries again, now slightly scared of the former winter soldier.

"I wish I could say the same. What are you even doing here?" Bucky asks, annoyed.

"Bucky." You whisper yell his name to remind him how Tony had conducted an emergency meeting to tell everyone that they have to be nicer to the guests. You, then put on a smile before replying for Todd, "He is here for the charity auction. Isn't that nice?"

Bucky squints his eyes at you as if he can't figure out what's so nice about giving your money away for charity.

"That is just an excuse, really," Todd says, in an attempt to break the tension. "I came here in hopes of meeting a beautiful woman." He then looks at you before saying, "Mission accomplished."

You giggle at his words, flustered. You know he is just trying to be nice and not flirty. He had just told you how badly he was missing his wife who was much better at these charity auctions than he was.

What you don't notice is how Bucky's jaws tense and his fists clench. If they were not standing in a room full of so many people, he would have picked the glass from the nearby table and broken it on Todd's head. Tony's warnings are damned.

He instead just says, "Well then, you don't have to stay for the auction. Leave."

Todd nervously chuckles."I could. But now that I am here, maybe I could enjoy the party for a bit."

"You should. Tony's parties have the best appetizers." You tell him, desperately trying to make him feel comfortable when there is an ex-assassin who looks like he could slit his throat if given a chance.

"But you know what's better? The exit gate. You should check it out and while you are at it, maybe also get your ass out of here." Bucky says without an ounce of hesitation in his voice.

"Bucky." You gasp. This wasn't funny anymore. "Can I talk to you? In private?"

You give Todd an apologetic smile before holding Bucky's hand to get the hell out of here, without waiting for his response.

Bucky stops for a moment to look at Todd again, "The exit gate is that way. Feel free to use it while we are gone."

You pull him with you and take him towards the nearest balcony, not leaving his hand till you are out in the cold air and can't hear the party from inside.

You let go of him to cross your arms across your chest. "Buck, what the hell do you think you are doing?"

"Showing an annoying joke of a man his place," Bucky replies, without a single ounce of guilt for what he has done.

"Bucky." It's your turn to be upset. "He is a businessman. A rich one. His contribution could be great for the auction. Do you not remember what Tony said?"

"I don't care what Tony says. What is he gonna do with so much money, anyways? Buying some piece of mind?"

"What the hell is wrong with you? Why in the nine realms were you so rude to Todd?" You snapped.

"Oh, so now you call him Todd, huh?"

"That's literally his name."

"It's a very stupid name, okay? But it suits him. A stupid name for a stupid man. In his stupid suit with his stupid money." Bucky rambles, disgusted as if he hasn't heard a worse name in his long life.

"Buck, you are behaving like a 5-year-old now. What's - ?" You stop yourself as an amused grin spreads on your face as you put the pieces together. "Oh, god!!" You place your palm on your mouth before whispering, "Bucky, you - You are jealous."

"No, no I am not, Not even a bit. Nada.Negative. Why would I be?" Bucky shakes his head as if that were a ridiculous thought. Why was everyone getting the most ridiculous ideas today?"

"I would have believed you if you hadn't said no 6 times. You are jealous." Your smile grows wider as you take a step towards him with a pointed look. "You are jealous because he was talking to me the whole time and he called me beautiful and said that I had a pretty smile." "When did he - " Bucky stops himself as he realises the rage in his voice will give him away. He takes a step back and turns away, till he is standing near the railing.

You stand beside him, about to say something, till you look into his eyes. His eyes have a look you have seen before. He is hurt. He is processing a lot of things that he doesn't want to think about. This wasn't amusing anymore. "Hey. I - I am sorry. I shouldn't have said that. Bucky, I am - "

"I am not jealous, okay?" He now turns and looks directly into your eyes. "I am not. I just don't like it when someone else has your attention. Not because I am jealous, no. But because I am scared." Bucky swallowed thickly. You had seen him vulnerable before when he had nightmares and you were trying to remind him where he was or when memories from his time at hydra hit him with full force. But this was a different kind. It was as if he was laying his soul bare in front of you. Voicing his worst fears.

"I am scared because I don't want anyone else to realise how amazing, smart, funny, kind and just so damn lovable you are. Because then they will steal you from me. I will lose you forever and - and I don't want that. I don't want to lose you to someone else. I don't want to lose you." He says the last sentence as if he is begging whatever god will listen to not let his worst fears turn true, to let him have this. Let him have you.

"Tell me, doll. Why am I so scared to lose you when you are not even mine?"

Tears pricked your eyes as you looked at him.

Before Bucky knew what was happening, you closed the distance between the both of you. As your lips met his, everything else stood at a standstill.

Bucky was too shocked to respond for a minute. This couldn't be happening. Did you feel the same way about him? How -

All these thoughts turn into nothing until you're the only one comprising his thoughts. And Bucky realises this is how it has been for a long time. It was just you. In his heart and his mind. Your warmth spread through him and captured his soul until it was impossible to separate the two of them.

He kisses you with the same love and gentleness as his hands find your waist to pull you impossibly closer towards him.

When the necessity to breathe arose, you pulled away but still stood close.

"I want to be yours, Buck."

If the kiss had stolen his breath away, your words make his heart beat frantically. This couldn't be happening. This had to be a dream.

"You don't mean that, doll. You - "

"I do. I do mean that, Buck. I choose you. And I'd always choose you. In a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd always choose you”

[seoafin]

dog days are over | chapter one

pairing: gojo satoru x fem!reader x geto suguru warnings/tags (for this chapter): none, but please heed overall fic warnings word count: ~3.2k

fic masterlist read on ao3

“Suguru…you’re getting married?”

Your eyes are wide as you examine Suguru in a new light.

Marriage…that’s…that’s a big step isn’t it? Already? Do people get married at twenty-two nowadays? You aren’t sure. In fact, you don’t really know what people your age do. But you’re sure that whatever Suguru decides, you will support him fully. Even if he desires to get married at the early age of twenty-two. Who are you to come in the way of Suguru's apparent desire to get married?

Suguru doesn’t even blink at your words. “Of course not,” he replies smoothly, expertly dicing carrots into small cubes on the cutting board. He finishes, puts the knife down, and looks at you reassuringly. “It was just a matter of propriety. I couldn’t just leave that girl waiting for hours on end for Satoru, now could I?”

You shake your head, smiling back. Of course he would. Because Suguru is a good person who would keep a girl company at a matchmaking ceremony that Satoru either refused to show up to or forgot. You aren’t surprised to hear it. Both the fact that Suguru spent his afternoon entertaining her, and that Satoru had neglected to go to it in the first place, or even mention it to you.

Marriage…

You think of white dresses, veils, shiromukus. Endless white fabrics. Black kimonos. Cups of Sake. You think of temples, the reception, the planning. All the different options for catering and flowers and wedding invitations. Your head spins. Weddings. Marriage. Abstract concepts to you. Foreign in their conventionality. You’ve never had the luxury of dwelling too long of what a hypothetical wedding would entail. You had no use for it, really. Though you did occasionally think about how Shoko would look on her wedding day. 

Suguru is calling your name.

You blink, regaining the smile on your lips, hoping he didn’t ask you a question you had not heard. “Y-yes?”

“Just keeping you with me,” he hums, getting started on the mushrooms and potatoes. “What were you thinking about?”

“Weddings are complicated,” you say seriously. But then you think of Shoko in a wedding dress, Suguru and Satoru in black kimonos, and decide that Shoko would make a lovely bride just as Satoru and Suguru would make lovely grooms. “I hope I get to see all of you married one day.”

Though the thought of Shoko getting married disturbs you. You think of seeing her even less than you usually do and frown. Twenty-two really is a bit too young, isn’t it? She hasn’t even finished medical school yet! You force yourself away from your thoughts, regarding Suguru brightly.

“What did the two of you talk about?” You ask eagerly. 

An amused glint flickers in his dark gaze. Almost teasingly. “Flowers.”

“Flowers?”

“Flowers.”

The girl had invited Suguru to see the sprawling garden at her estate and the special lotuses she tended to daily. He politely declined. You are slightly disappointed at this. You think of Satoru and Suguru’s wedding. You think of a faceless third, a potential bride that could handle Satoru and Suguru’s tempestuous natures. A calming, dignified force. You think she’ll be beautiful, befitting the two of them. 

“Was she pretty?”

Suguru stops, knife pressed to the cutting board, mushroom split in two. He lifts his gaze, returning to your expectant gaze with an unreadable one before his expression softens. “I suppose.”

You stare at him. He…supposes? Just what is that supposed to mean? Some new cryptic way of conveying his interest? Maybe he’s embarrassed. Maybe he doesn’t want to admit it.

The amused smile returns to his lips. “I was just a temporary fill in for Satoru, nothing more.”

He resumes cutting. Finishes. Heats up oil in a large pot and pushes the vegetables into it with a knife.

He’s too modest. You’re sure he’s downplaying himself. She had invited him to her estate for a second meet, hadn’t she? You guess Satoru and Suguru and yes, even Shoko are at an age most would consider eligible for marriage. They’ll get married soon, embark on the next adventure of their lives and you’ll…

You’ll be content.

“Have you thought about it?” He asks nonchalantly. “Marriage?”

You falter, a lapse in your thoughts at Suguru’s inquiring gaze. “Not at all,” you say truthfully. “I can’t even imagine it.” Someone loving you? The thought of someone finding something worthwhile in you makes you feel greatly disturbed when you decided long ago that romantic endeavors were useless in your case. But even that line of thinking is arrogant of you. Nobody has ever shown interest in you in the twenty-one years you’ve been alive, and you are sure that even the slightest interest in you would only end with disappointment.

There is something fundamentally wrong with you. You would rather the vulnerable truth of it all not be laid bare and dissected by a scorned lover you disappointed in some way, because you had not been able to live up to the expected standards of romantic love. You would say something wrong, do something wrong. You wouldn’t understand. You don't think you'd be recover, and even the thought of it makes you feel vaguely ill.

You’re not naive. You know that love doesn’t have to be a factor in marriage, but if marriage was a necessity, then what was wrong with hoping for love, romance, passion? You’ve seen the well bred women of jujutsu society, the ones whose last names hold importance on some level, cultivated for the singular purpose of being a wife, a mother, sheltered away in their estates awaiting the inevitable. You think these girls deserve far more respect for being able to flawlessly navigate jujutsu society than you do, as a working jujutsu sorcerer. 

You also think you want better for Satoru. You think he deserves love and everything else he’s found in Suguru. You’re happy for him. For Suguru. Because even someone like you knows how rare it is to find what the two of them have.

You exhale. “But nothing’s expected of me anyway." You've never even been kissed. "I don’t have a lover, or even parents. I’m nobody important. But you, Satoru, and Shoko…" A self deprecating smile. "It seems that I’ll have to learn to live without you guys soon.” You’d be lonely. But you at least had Megumi and Tsumiki, and even Mimiko and Nanako. You were sure they’d still need you for a few more years. And then…

You’ve never thought about the future. Not to this extent. You’re unsure of what your life would be without Suguru, Satoru, and Shoko. You’re unsure if you’d even exist. 

As long as you’re alive, you’d persist. Somehow. And if you died along the way, well. You suppose you wouldn’t have to put too much thought into the future then, would you?

You must look troubled. Suguru clears his throat. You look up, just as the smell of curry fills your nose. 

He lifts up an inviting spoonful of curry. “For you.”

It takes you a few seconds to completely pull out of your thoughts, and to register the spoon in his grip. You learn forward automatically, mumble ‘thank you for the food,’ and eat his offering. The curry is delicious, savory with a sweet note that can’t just be attributed to the apples you had seen him blending before to mix into the sauce. Your gaze drops to an opened packet on the counter.

“Dark chocolate?”

“A tip I got from some of the housewives in the complex,” Suguru replies, satisfied with your response. “They said that it’d add an additional note of flavor. I’m guessing it worked…?”

You nod vigorously. “It’s delicious!”

Of course Suguru’s made good with the housewives in the fancy apartment complex the two of them live in with the kids. Suguru wanted a big kitchen. Satoru wanted a view. The penthouse seemed to both their tastes.

It’s a lovely apartment, with a large sprawling living room that includes ceiling high bookshelves, an open kitchen with a long island, and stairs that spiral to a second floor. Accommodating two adults, four kids and more, easily. It brings a smile to your face to see traces of Satoru and Suguru, and all the kids all over the apartment. You’re sure the confetti and colored paper scraps on top of the kotatsu are from Mimiko and Nanako and Tsumiki. Some school project that involved copious amounts of glue and glitter. There’s a book you bought for Megumi on the couch. Just as the bookshelves are full of Suguru’s own books. The big jar of sugar in one of the upper cabinets of the kitchen (far away from the kids’ reach) is Satoru’s. To add into his cereal, tea and anything else accommodating his usual sugary diet. There’s an identical jar back at your apartment. Satoru’s sugar jar.

To Satoru and Suguru and the girls, Megumi, and Tsumiki, it’s home.

Suguru’s eyes crease with the curve of his lips, pleased. “I’m glad you like it.” 

“Everyone’s going to love it.” Especially the twins, you think. Chocolate in their curry seemed to be exactly the kind of thing they’d delight at, in the small bursts of childlike wonder they rediscovered after Suguru rescued them. They followed after Satoru with their sweet tooths. However, after Nanako had been found with a cavity, Suguru had been forced to put a hard limit on their sugar intake, much to their disappointment.

Suguru gives the curry a stir, almost absentmindedly, as if he’s pondering something.

“I think about it,” he says, after a small silence. “Getting married.”

Oh.

Of course Suguru has thought about marriage. What, with all the marriage talks and matchmaking ceremonies and lovely elegant women in their pretty kimonos, who probably knew all the perfect ways to serve tea and facilitate conversation in all matters of talk. Suguru would make a perfect husband. Anybody would be lucky to marry Suguru. Charming and kind and handsome. 

You’ve begun to formulate a question about whether or not anyone’s caught his or Satoru’s eye, when you hear a thundering of footsteps. 

“We’re backkkkkkk!” Nanako hollers, rushing into the open living space, pulling Mimiko along with her. “Papa, are you making curry? It smells good!”

Mimiko nods her agreement, tugging on Suguru’s apron. Suguru greets them with a smile, untying his apron and pulling her up into his arms, just Satoru strolls into the room, Tsumiki at his side, Megumi trailing a few steps behind them.

“I’m starved!” Satoru announces, peering over the stovetop at the boiling curry. When a hand sneaks for a piece of chocolate, Suguru slaps his hand away. 

Suguru takes the chocolate away and puts it into a drawer as Satoru gawks. “It’s not the kind you’d like anyway.”

“Tsumiki, Megumi,” you start. “How’s school?”

You have regrettably not been able to visit as much as you wish you could. Your studies kept you busy. Your missions kept you out of Tokyo. You hope your absence isn’t missed too much. You read that children should grow up in stable environments. Your schedule was the last thing from stable.

Tsumiki beams. “I’ve got a part in the school play. We’re putting on Hachikazuki-hime!”

You make a mental note to grab the date from Satoru so you can clear your schedule. Tsumiki would be graduating elementary school soon. Already onto middle school. Children grow up so quickly. You’d have to take as many pictures as you could to compile an elementary school picture book for all the kids.

“Is that why you guys were all at the school so late?”

She nods. “Ah, and Megumi hasn’t gotten into a fight in a month,” she says excitedly. “It’s a record!”

The aforementioned boy makes a face. “What is that supposed to mean?” 

You grin, ruffling the boy’s hair. “That is a record!” Satoru had taken care of an incident a month ago in which you had been called to the school over an altercation between Megumi and another male student. You hadn’t been able to make it. You didn’t ask what Satoru had done, but you have a suspicious inkling that it had been waved away with a twirl of Satoru’s trusty black card.

You catch a glimpse of the clock above the refrigerator and balk. You snatch up your bag from the floor and wrap Tsumiki and Megumi in your arms and squeeze.

“I have to go now! I’ll see you guys later.”

“You’re not staying for dinner?” Mimiko asks quietly, peering up at you through her black bangs.

A sheepish breath escapes you. “I have a lot of homework, unfortunately.” You’d get takeout from that new tempura restaurant that opened up a couple of blocks away from your apartment. Then it was back to the books for you.

Satoru frowns. “You can’t stay an hour?”

Nanako and Mimiko and even Tsumiki voice their agreement.

Even Suguru looks displeased. Though you suppose it’s your fault. It had been your intention to stay until…

Suguru wanted to get married. He was thinking of marriage. With Satoru, with some other faceless bride to be. All three of them. You had said it yourself, hadn’t you? You’d have to learn to live without them. 

All of this is just temporary. 

You turn to the kids. “Why don’t you guys wash up for dinner?”

One by one, they shuffle off to their rooms. Megumi gives you an inquiring stare, but you wave him off.

“I’ve got a lot more work than I thought…” you trail off underneath their twin scrutiny. “I think it’d be best for me to go home for today.”

“Home,” Satoru repeats. His lips twist, effectively staunching all the words that would undoubtedly tell you exactly what he thinks about your decaying one bedroom apartment that had become your home after you graduated. You were untethered after graduation. While it was an occasion, jujutsu tech had been your home for better or worse for four years. It was the first place you had truly thought of as a home. And to leave it…

Yaga had offered you your room on campus, if you wanted to stay. But it didn’t seem right. Not without Suguru, Satoru, and Shoko. You found your apartment off a flyer attached to a pinboard while at a public library. Shoko had visited the apartment with you, negotiated rent down with the landlord, and the lease had been signed with little fanfare. It was small enough that you wouldn’t feel too lonely. Big windows overlooking a courtyard in the back. She hadn’t been thrilled about it (Satoru and Suguru even less so), but it was clean with a well worn floor and chips in the wall adjacent to the kitchen from what you presumed was to measure a child’s height. It endeared you to the apartment immediately.

Your landlord had informed you that a single mother had lived in your apartment before vacating it. You thought that there must have been love in your apartment once. So much love that a child could grow up happily scribbling away on the same walls you woke up to everyday. Maybe, somehow, this love would make you feel less lonely.

Your apartment was home. 

“Then let me pack you—”

“It’s fine, it’s fine!” You say hurriedly, backing towards the foyer. “I’d hate to trouble you. I have food at home.”

“I’ll walk you.” Satoru says, grabbing his jacket off the counter.

“I’ll take a taxi from the lobby.” You refuse. You can’t hide your smile, touched by their concern. “You should all eat. As a family.”

Suguru stares at you, the weight of his dark gaze making your skin prickle. It makes you feel as if you’ve said something wrong.

“At least make Ijichi drive you home,” Satoru says, exasperated, gesturing to the ceiling length windows that detail the darkness that has set over Tokyo. “It’s dark out.”

You blink in disbelief. “Satoru…” He cocks his head to the side. “Are you still using Ijichi as your personal chauffeur…?”

“...”

You turn to Suguru who seems to suddenly find the potted flowers resting by the window interesting.

Your mouth drops. “Not you too, Suguru! For the last time, you two can’t make Ijichi drop everything he’s doing to drive you through Tokyo!”

You sigh, shaking your head. These two. You feel sympathy towards Ijichi’s plight. Maybe that was why he had looked so withered the other day while you had visited Shoko in the morgue at Jujustu tech. Shoko had made a joke about watering him like you’d water a plant. You, however, could not find the humor in the situation when your kouhai had truly looked to be in need of water. And sleep. And food.

Maybe you could treat him for a meal one of these days…

“Does Ijichi like yakitori…?” You wonder out loud.

“I wouldn’t know.” Suguru says lightly, despite the peeved expression on his face. You can tell that Suguru, really, could not care less about Ijichi’s tastes.

“I don’t care about that man,” Satoru deadpans. “Why are you talking about Ijichi right now?”

You are unimpressed by their responses. “Anyway,” you sigh out. “I’ll be going now.”

“I’m coming—”

“No you aren’t,” you’re already halfway out the door. “Eat Suguru’s delicious curry,” you tell them both. “Tell the kids I love them. Goodnight.”

You don’t take a taxi. You walk fifty minutes to your apartment in the brisk winter in an effort to clear your mind. It doesn’t work. Suguru wants to get married. Satoru too, maybe, despite his efforts to avoid all the matchmaking ceremonies and invitations to go back to the Gojo estate for more lectures on the importance of continuing the Gojo line with an heir. In the end if Suguru wanted it, Satoru would end up wanting it too, as that was the nature of things. The two of them reconfiguring themselves around the other, always in tandem. A girl would catch Satoru’s eye, or Suguru’s, or maybe both of their attentions. And if she made them happy, you would be happy.

It wasn’t as if Suguru and Satoru didn’t have prospects. There was no shortage of girls who would gladly offer themselves. They didn’t need any help in that aspect. Besides, you are sure you’d be of absolutely no help in matchmaking. You always found it difficult to talk to pretty women. Your mouth never quite worked right. They always smelled nice too…

What you can do…

You can keep your distance. Slowly disengage yourself from the tangle of their lives. You’d be relegated to watching from the sidelines. You’d be content. Maybe you could keep Shoko to yourself for a little bit longer. To your knowledge, she had no intention of getting married. You hoped. Yet anyway. 

You jam your keys into the door of your apartment, slightly lifting the weight of the door up and jiggling the keys to the right. When you walk into your apartment, you set down your bag. You had forgotten about the takeout. There’s no food in your apartment except for a rotting carrot in the fridge that you throw out, and Satoru’s big jar of sugar on the island. 

Oh well, you didn’t have to eat. There's old tea in your cabinet. You ready the kettle. As you wait for the water to heat, you look out the window and think the apartment feels especially big tonight.

[honey-minded-hivemind]

lmfao Dark Howlett/Creed!Reader having rankings for who they like the most

Imagine a tier list video except it's Reader ranking the X-Men and villains

Logan and Victor are probably F tier lol

Cube anon

Hahaha! Oh dear... Okay, I might as well do it, and make it canon (with hidden fun facts and lore for the au!)... This is in Creed/Howlett Reader's pov:

(Journal: List of Who Is The Least Awful)

(In the Green)

Gambit: is nice to me, only tries to steal my food and my spare change, wants information but at least attempts to listen to me talk first (he smells like cats and spice, maybe a hint of cinnamon) 7/10

Kurt: tries to be polite, but I know he's scared, and he went along with what the others did (I saw him wearing a cross necklace... Catholic, maybe? seems sweet, is blue and fluffy... smells like blueberry muffins) 6.5/10

Todd: still jokes at my expense, but is only as scared as everyone else... still doesn't like me, went along with their plan to use me (is he a feral mutant? or just a poor frog, erm, toad kid?) 6/10

Beast: was nice to my face, did not say i should stay, knew I was being tested, did nothing (why is it always the same?) 5.5/10

(In the Yellow)

Xavier: ... I don't like him, he set me up... but he is polite to my face, albeit he also decided I wouldn't be staying with them (who let him have kids?) 4/10

Rogue: isn't bad, but is distrustful of me (wasn't she in this position before?) 4/10

Magneto: terrifies me... but hasn't personally messed with me (he's Pietro and Wanda's dad, he's scary as f*ck!) 4/10

Evan: annoying and likes to mess around/make jokes about me, is not the worst (I'm not fighting him, he has SPIKES, I'm not that much of a sucker for pain-) 4/10

Lance: still annoyed me, was not nice, was rude and threw a rock at me in retaliation once (has issues, but don't we all?) 3.5/10

(In the Red)

Kitty: is a bit snobby and prudish, but hasn't tried to fight me or get in my way, smells like bubblegum (she's smart, once was in a club with her, was ignored, it's normal) 3.5/10

Jean: did not trust me at all, is suspicious of me, has tried to read my mind, she scares me (a telepath or telekinetic? how do any of these kids live under the same roof? smart, pretty, avoid) 3/10

Scott: definitely does not trust me, has tried to start a fight with me, his lasers burn, is very, very stubborn (I am not fighting him again, one time was enough, did he have to insult me, too? are he and Jean dating? ... they seem like a good fit...) 2.5/10

Wanda: ... no... nope... does not like anyone, is related to Pietro, is the nicer of the twins (wears red and black a lot... is dangerous... steer clear of her) 2.5/10

(In the Black)

Pietro: is annoying as f*ck, is rude, insults me and everyone else, will rub your insecurities in your face, is demanding, is dramatic, is addicted to drama (why did I ever try to talk to him? avoid at all costs. Is NOT worth it) 1/10

Logan: ... avoid avOid AVOID! dangerous, terrifying, deems me too dangerous, has almost hurt me, don't go near him, stay away from him and his brats (I thought he'd understand... what it's like, to be this way... he doesn't care...) 0/10

Sabretooth: Run Run RUN!!! Avoid at all costs! Do not talk to, do not get near, stay still, don't speak, pray, will bite and scratch and aim to hurt, deems me too soft (said it more hurtfully than that... is NOT nice...) -1/10

(Hmmm... I don't think I have friends... I have maybe Gambit, but he's, well... I know why he comes around. I know it's just a job, just a scheme. But I'm lonely, okay? I need someone to talk to, and out of everyone, he's the least problematic... Is it so bad to want someone as a friend? What am I doing wrong? I try to act normal, talk normal, eat normally... These people should understand, but they don't... Is there a point to this?)

(... I heard something outside... I need to check it out... I'll write in you again, Journal...)

( Last written entry of Reader ********, dated 12/03/200? , in their journal )

(How is this for a peek inside Creed/Howlett Reader's mind in their version of the Dark AU? And a reminder: they didn't know who their dad was at first but find out during **********...) (So yes, Gambit ai the closest they have to an ally/comrade, but they aren't quite friends...) (When Reader wakes up and finds the other three with them, those three are traumatized, trying to apologize, and telling Reader they'll be welcomed this time, that the others can't leave then after this, look at the state they're in-) (Well, um... look at this list, and tell me how well you think that goes over initially) ( @sugar-soda @vivid-bun @danni1323 @crowwithguns @thewickedweiner)

[shadesslut]

me and the devil

Pairing: (Black-Swan!Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader)

Content Includes: (Angst)

Summary: h̵̶̥̳͈̱̪̣̰̭̑͌̍́ḙ̵̢͓̬̺̪̰̭̮̖̹͍̥̦̰̺̺̠̝̽̅̏͜l̋̇̎ͦ͐͌̔͒ͭ̃͑̉҉̨̨͏̣̪̗̠̭͚p̱̳͚͖̙̬̤͈̠͐ͦ̇̐̏ͣͮ̂̾͐̄̂͊͌̔̄̎̇͂̀͘͜ ̶̵̷̞̠̯̗̯͍̔͗̇̿̀ͭ��m̷̢̢̨̩͕̤͙̠͕͓͎͓̥̟͙͕̞̗͙̯͇͋̀̐̽ͯ̉̆̍͑͆̀ͯ̍ͦ̏ͯ̚eͪ͂̈́͆̈ͦͪ̿̐̓ͬ̓̽̉̏̐̓͜҉̢͚̦̦̫̳̫͔̯͓͘

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Ethan’s childhood was somber to the average person. He had an…alright relationship with his father, same with his brother. His sister never bothered him. His mom however, was the one who Ethan loved the most. Restless nights of Ethan waking up from nightmares when he was younger, his mom would lay with him in bed. She’d play with his hair as his tears stained her shirt, and she would sing to him. Ethan would forget about the dreams, until he had them again. And it became a never ending cycle of his mom rushing to his room upon hearing his cries. 

Ethan was diagnosed bipolar when he was thirteen. His mom cried on the drive home. That day was the only day his father didn’t yell at him. It was actually one of Ethan’s favorite days he’s had. His mom took him and his sister to the park that afternoon. The three of them had a picnic, and Ethan finally thought things were going to be okay. 

His mom moved out two weeks after, and took his sister with her. That night she left Ethan, left him to fend for himself, he started to hear the voices.

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“Ethan, what room are you in?” His father asked, voice lacing with annoyance. He held two large cardboard boxes in his arms as he peeked over the top. They were currently in the lobby of Ethan’s dorm building, and Ethan’s nerves boiling up as more people entered the building. 

Ethan scrolled through his email on his phone. “Uhh,” He trailed off. His father huffed impatiently. “Three-fifteen, we have to go to the third floor.” 

Ethan followed nervously after his dad up the stairs, playing with the zipper of his jacket. They had just moved from California, and Ethan already missed the smallness of his hometown. He knocked softly on the old wooden door to his room. After a few moments of no answer, Ethan’s dad nudged Ethan to the side as he kicked on the door rapidly. 

He heard shuffled noises come from the room, and was met with an athletic boy who was a tad shorter than him. He wore a gray Ice Cube shirt, black Nike shorts, and slides. He looked the complete opposite of Ethan, sociable, muscular, confident. Ethan gulped. “You must be Chad, I’m-”

“Ethan! Nice to meet you, roomie!” Chad greeted Ethan brightly as he pulled him into a one arm embrace. Ethan stumbled as Chad hugged him. Chad gave him a smile as he pulled back, and quickly changed his demeanor once he saw Ethan’s father. He stuck his hands out. “Sorry sir, I didn’t see you. Do you need a hand?” 

He dryly laughed. “I’m fine, son,” He said, finally stepping into the room and setting the boxes on Ethan’s side of the room. He turned around to meet with Chad again, and he held out his hand. “Wayne.”

Chad took his hand in a firm handshake and introduced himself, and Ethan could already tell his father liked Chad more than him. On Chad’s side of the room, football trophies and NFL posters were decorated. This is gonna be interesting.

Wayne had finally left for work, and Ethan hung up his own decorations. Chad was sprawled out on his bed, phone in hand as he held it up over his face. Music softly played from Ethan’s CD player. A knock rapped on the door, causing Ethan’s head to turn. Immediately, Chad stood up and jogged to the door. He swung the door open, and Ethan saw two girls for a split second before Chad slammed the door again. He turned to Ethan, hand still on the doorknob. 

“You cool if my friends come in?” He asked.

Ethan smiled and nodded, and as soon as Chad turned around Ethan scurried to hide anything that would potentially embarrass him. He hid his childhood stuffed animal and put his Star Wars figure in his drawer. “Asshole,” He heard a girl grumble. He turned around to see a girl that looked similar to Chad in the face slapping her hand against Chad’s chest. Siblings, he deducted. Another girl followed behind, more feminine than the first. She was shorter and had jet-black hair. 

“Shut up, Mindy.” Chad groaned. “This is Ethan by the way,” 

Ethan nervously rubbed his palms on his jeans before awkwardly waving. Mindy lifted up an eyebrow before giving him an amused smile. “I’m Mindy, Chad’s sister.” 

“Twin.” Chad corrected.

“Shut up dingus.” 

Chad stuck his tongue out at her. “This is Tara,” He said, gesturing to the other girl. Tara smiled sweetly at him, and Ethan flushed a little. 

She stuck her hand out, her nails perfectly manicured. “Nice to meet you.” 

Ethan nervously shook her hand. “N-Nice to meet you too.” She giggled as she pulled away. Chad looked between the two of them, before clapping his hands together. 

“Okay, now that you guys have seen my place, can we go eat now?” He asked the two girls. Ethan suddenly felt left out, but he secretly was excited to have the dorm to himself. He wanted to soak in the fact he didn’t live with his father anymore. 

“Yes Chad,” Tara laughed. She looked at Ethan. “Do you wanna come?” 

“Oh! Um, I don’t know,” 

“Come on dude, we can get to know each other more.” Chad encouraged him as he placed both hands on Ethan’s shoulders. Before Ethan knew it, he was walking along the sidewalk with three strangers. His hands were in his pockets, and he stared down at the concrete as he walked. 

They stopped at a small sandwich shop not too far from campus. The three waited to go in, standing outside by a small table. 

“What are we waiting for?” Ethan asked. 

“We’re waiting for our other friends to get here.” Tara answered, not looking up from her phone. 

Minutes passed as they waited. Chad tried to make smalltalk with Ethan, and Ethan tried but he was just too anxious. It looked like Chad knew this, so he just continued to rant. As Chad talked, Ethan’s eyes wandered, and his attention was caught by a girl. She walked with two other girls, smiling as she hooked her arms with one of them. Whatever topic Chad was talking about, Ethan completely forgot it as he stared at her. 

He was captivated by her, her posture straight, like she wasn’t afraid of anything. She was dressed confidentially; a navy tank top, low-rise jeans. She knew when to show enough skin and when to stop, teasing every guy that would look at her. And suddenly, her eyes met his. Her smile didn’t go away. It looked like, no, they weren’t walking to him. What are the chances? Mindy excitedly ran up to one of the girls, pulling her into a hug. 

“Get a room you two,” Tara joked as she made a disgusted face at the two girls. Mindy flipped her off as she kissed her. 

“Guys this is Ethan, my roommate.” Chad said as he swung an arm over Ethan’s shoulders. Her eyes flicked to his. “This is Sam, Tara’s sister, Anika, and Y/N.”  

He awkwardly smiled at her, already sounding out her first name with his last name. Ethan has had his share of crushes throughout his life. He knew how much he’d get obsessive over them, how much he’d try to learn everything about. He was always scared of what he’d do. 

Chad led the girls inside, leaving Ethan to be in the back. He watched the back of Y/N’s head as she walked. As they stood in line, Ethan tried desperately to search in his brain to find a topic to talk about with her. She beat him to it. 

“So where are you from Ethan?” She asked him. Chad and Tara were ordering, and the others were too engrossed in their conversation to notice the two. 

“California.” Ethan responded. 

Her eyes lit up, and she tapped Ethan’s chest with the back of her hand. “No shit, us too! Well not Anika, what part?” Ethan blushed at the contact, and all of the sudden he forgot where he was from. 

“U-Uh, I’m just outside of Sonoma County.” 

“You’re shitting me,” Y/N laughed. Ethan shook his head. “Ethan, I think you and I are going to be good friends.” 

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Slowly, Ethan’s nerves started to fade away as he talked to the group. Never in his life did he think he’d be able to be friends with the type of people they were, but he honestly fit in their group well. 

Chad and Mindy seemed the same, both hard headed, secure in their own opinions and actions. Ethan got along with Chad, he didn’t know if it was because he was the only other guy, but he was grateful for it. He didn’t really get along with Mindy. 

Anika was sweet, so was Tara. Tara had a little more sassiness in her, but other than that she was nice to Ethan. Sam was weary, cautious of Ethan. She was the oldest in the group, so Ethan was mostly intimidated by her. 

He got along the most with Y/N. She had made sure to include Ethan in the conversation, and she would give him a comforting look everytime she noticed Ethan stayed quiet. 

“You okay?” She softly whispered. She tilted her head at him, blocking the rest of the group from him. 

He slightly nodded and gave her an unassuring smile. 

“I know they’re a lot sometimes, but they’re cool. I was intimidated by them when I first met them.” That made Ethan feel better. If she felt that way before and was able to be so comfortable around them now, maybe there was a chance Ethan could get to that point. 

“I’m just homesick, that’s all.” Ethan whispered back. She nodded understandingly. 

Ethan played with the salad he ordered with his fork. A part of him wanted to stay, especially to talk to her, but he could already feel himself start to become tired and annoyed. He wanted to lay in his bed and read. 

“Hey, what time do you think we’re leaving?” Ethan asked Chad. “I just still have to unpack.” 

Chad wiped his mouth with a napkin as he swallowed his bite. “We’re about to leave.” 

A man that looked around his mid-twenties walked in the shop, and Ethan noticed him looking at him. He was brunet, his hair a little darker than Ethan’s and was short. A beat up baseball cap sat on his head, the back of his hair sticking out. He wore a green flannel and blue jeans, he looked like the exact type of guy Ethan would avoid. 

He eyed him as he continued to stare, and he suddenly walked towards him. Ethan started panicking internally, reaching over to tap on Y/N’s shoulder before the man walked past him and hugged Y/N from behind. 

She jumped in surprise, but smiled once she saw him. She turned her body around to hug him back, and Ethan was more confused than ever. 

“Lucas, my man!” Chad greeted the man happily. Chad dapped him up, and he scooted his seat over to allow Lucas to pull up a chair next to Y/N. Lucas slid his chair up to the table and leaned over to kiss Y/N on the cheek. 

“How have you been?” Chad asked him. 

“Fine, fucking work is gonna kill me. Did y’all already move in?” Ethan noticed his southern accent, and internally cringed. Lucas flipped his wrist over, checking a watch that cost more than Ethan’s rent. 

“Oh! This is Ethan,” Y/N put her hand on Ethan’s shoulder. Lucas bent forward to look at him, and he raised hand up to greet him. 

“I-I’m Chad’s roommate.” Ethan stammered nervously. 

Lucas nodded and gave him a tight-lipped smile. And just like that, Ethan was ignored by the rest of the group. 

Quietly, he ate his food, and he kept his head down. Thoughts clouded his mind as he blocked out their voices. Whispers, growls, echoed through his head. His vision was blurry.  The coolness of the back of the plastic seat he sat on sent chills up his back, as if he had just sat down. Flavors popped in his mouth from his food, as if he had first taken a bite. But he hadn’t just taken his first bite, he had been eating it, hadn’t he? Sweat dripped down his neck, his back arched involuntarily, and Ethan didn’t quite feel himself at that moment. 

If you had asked Ethan to tell you what happened after that, he wouldn’t be able to tell you. Sure, he went home after, maybe unpacked a few things, but that was all he could remember. 

Maybe he changed into a different pair of clothes, maybe it was only ketchup stains on his discarded shirt from his lunch. Maybe the severed hand that wore Lucas’ watch in Ethan’s closet wasn’t his doing. Maybe, just maybe, the dark, evil expression his reflection gave him wasn’t real. 

Ethan, standing still, with a look of horror on his face as he watched his reflection mimic his movements. His reflection had its head tilted downwards, giving Ethan an ungodly smile. Its lips moved, and it mumbled lowly. Ethan recognized the voice; he recognized it from the night his mother left. 

“Who are y-you?” Ethan whispered. 

A deep laugh bubbled out of it. And Ethan regretted asking. 

“I’m you.”

[callsign-dexter]

Tangled Hearts (18+)

Request: What would you think about another sequel of Learning to love again ? Maybe where they want to have their first night together and Bradley notices you being hesitant, even though you really wanna be close to him. So he makes it all about you and all gentle, showing you real love ? But if you don't want to continue this, then it's fine as well ❤️ btw, I really really love your blog !!!

Pairings: Dagger Squad x Reader, Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, smut, mentions of past domestic abuse, shitty exs

Masterlist

First Installment: Fight For Freedom

Second Installment: Learning to Love Again

Third Installment: Tangled Hearts

A/N: Thank you to @talesofreading for sending in this amazing request and you and @imagine-all-the-fandoms better get your ice cubes ready.

After a year of dating, you and Bradley had decided that he would just move in with you. You both had brought this up to Jake and Javy and they were all for it, they even helped him move his stuff from his apartment to your house. Since you were now living together that meant that you two were riding into work together and leaving together. Bradley and you had been taking it slow in your relationship and you had thought it was holding him back and it was putting a damper on your mood. You’re the one that wanted to take it slow and he was ok with that but something was telling you that it wasn’t right. Bradley had noticed you being quieter than usual and this concerned him; he knew how you were when you were with Tony. As you both were getting into the Bronco, he brought this up. “Are you ok?” He asked, looking at you with concern before starting the vehicle. You wouldn’t look at him and this made him panic.

“Everything is fine. Why wouldn’t it be?” You asked him, finally looking at him.

“You just seem quieter than normal. Am I doing something wrong?” He asked and you shook your head.

“No, absolutely not. You’re perfect. You’ve been so good to me. I think it’s me.” You said and he looked at you funnily. He started the Bronco and pulled out of the parking space and headed home.

“If there was something, would you tell me?” He asked and you nodded.

“Of course, I would.” You said and held the hand that wasn’t on the steering wheel. Every now and then he would bring it up to kiss as the rest of the car ride was filled with silence, a million thoughts running through your head. You both had arrived home after a long tiring day and were ready for supper and then bed. He parked the Bronco in the garage next to your black Jeep Wrangler and the both of you got out silently and walked into the house.

“I’m gonna start dinner. Why don’t you go ahead and change into something comfortable.” He said taking you into his arms and then kissing your head as you buried your face into his chest.

“Ok.” You said and leaned up and kissed him and then headed to the bedroom and got ready for a relaxing night. After a much-needed shower you changed into a pair of his sweats and a t-shirt of his and headed into the kitchen with damp hair. The first thing that you noticed was the wonderful fragrance of food and your stomach growled as you stood in the doorway watching the man you loved move effortlessly around the kitchen with his khaki shirt unbuttoned and shoes kicked off near the door. He looked up when he noticed that you were there watching. He made one more check of the food and walked over and then kissed you hard and you melted into him. Maybe you shouldn’t bring up the topic that had been bugging you but you needed to know. He pulled away and looked at you with so much love in his eyes that you didn’t know someone could have.

“Dinner is almost ready. I’m gonna go get cleaned up and changed and then we can finish dinner together.” He said and you nodded and he gave you one more kiss and then he was on his way to the bedroom. You heard the shower kick on for the second time today and you walked further into the kitchen. You saw an alfredo sauce cooking on the stove and decided to taste it with the spoon next to the pan and when you did it was like heaven. How did you get so lucky? You asked yourself. You had been so in your head that you didn’t notice Bradley coming back into the room and coming up behind you and hugging you while resting his head on your shoulder. “How does it taste?” He asked, kissing the shell of your ear and you leaned your head on back and kissed him.

“Perfect.” You said and he smiled.

“Good. All I have left to do is cook the pasta.” He said and spun you around “Wanna help?” He asked and you nodded and you both got to work on it and no time, supper was ready and being eaten at the table. After dinner was eaten and dishes put away you leaned up against the counter watching him in silence and that grabbed his attention. “Everything ok?” He asked, looking at you and you shook your head. “What’s wrong?” He asked.

“I feel like I’m holding you back.” You said looking down and he was stunned into silence.

“What do you mean by that?” He asked and you looked up at him and saw the hurt expression on his face and that surprised you.

“You could have anyone in the world but you’re with someone that was abused in the past. I feel like I’m making you go too slow.” You said and he shook his head.

“I love you and only you. I told you from the time I kissed you that we can take this as slow as you want. I want you to be comfortable in this relationship and not feel rushed. I don’t want a relationship that is all about sex and moving too fast. I’m perfectly fine with taking things slow.” He said and then you started to cry and he walked over to you and took your face in his hands and wiped your tears away from your eyes as they fell. “I want to show you that I love you. Can I do that?” He asked and you nodded.

“I’m ready.” You said and kissed him and he smiled. He took a step back and one hand still connected to yours and led you to the bedroom where he gently guided you down onto the bed once you reached it. He gently got on top of you and kissed you while his hands were on your sides and yours grasping at the tiny hairs on the back of his neck. He kissed you all over your face and down your neck where he nibbled every now and then. His mustache was a nice added bonus on your over sensitive skin and the scratch felt nice.

Bradley lifted up looking you in the face. “May I?” He asked as you felt his hands on the hem of your, really his, shirt and you nodded your head.

“Yes.” You said and he smiled and gently lifted up and over your head and tossed it to the side of bed not caring where it landed. You had decided to go braless considering you didn’t like sleeping in a bra. 

“You’re beautiful.” He said and started to kiss the valley between your breasts and to the hem of yours, again his, sweatpants and your underwear he looked up and you gave a nod and he eased them down your legs and threw them in the direction of the shirt. “Absolutely beautiful.” He said and you blushed.

“Hey, it's not fair that I’m naked and you’re not. Also, you deserve attention too.” You said leaning up on your elbows and he shook his head.

“This about you. If you want me to get naked you just have to tell me. Do you want me to get naked?” He asked with a smirk and you rolled your eyes and smirked and nodded and he did just that. He looked like a god and it was just as you imagined him, you had seen him without a shirt before but seeing him now it just hit different. When he took his sweatpants and underwear off his cock was standing at attention and it made your mouth water but he didn’t give you time to think about it because he was back on you attacking your neck with kisses and had you falling back into the pillows and moaning. You could feel his hard cock on your thigh and every now and then it would throb.

Bradley made his way down your neck and to your breasts. He took the left one into his mouth and started to suck and gently nip at it and swirl it in his mouth this made you moan like no other. His other hand came up and fondled your other and then when he thought that your left one had enough attention, he did the same to your right one and fondled the left one. Your hands came up to his head and ran your hands threw his hands and tugged on it and that made him his and moan sending vibrations through your body. Once he was done there, he kissed his way down to where you needed him the most.

Bradley slid further down until he was face to face with your pussy and he smirked to find that you were already wet and he felt proud because he did that to you. “Still ok with this?” He asked and you nodded not being able to find the words. He took that as a go ahead and he pulled your thighs apart and kissed the inside of your thighs while nipping at them and that made you jump but moan at the same time. Your hands had moved to the sheets and were gripping them like your life depended on it. He licked a broad stripe up your folds and you let out a pornographic moan and threw your head back. He went to town eating you like you were his last meal.

“Bradley.” You moaned out as he sucked in your clit and gently bit it and that made you jump. His mustache felt good and helped you get close to cumming especially when it bumped against your sensitive clit. “I’m close.” You said and he continued his pace. The rubber band-like feeling was starting to build and you weren’t going to last too much longer. What did you in was when he dipped his tongue in your tight hole and tongue fucked you the feeling finally snapped and you were a moaning mess “I’m cumming.” You spoke. When you came down from your high Bradley was coming up and you saw your juices on his face and then he leaned up and kissed you letting you taste yourself.

“Such a good girl for me.” He said and that had you shuddering. “Are you still ok with this?” He asked and you nodded.

“Fill me up.” You said and he smirked and kissed you one more time as he stroked himself and then was slowly sliding into you. You weren’t a virgin, far from it but you also hadn’t had sex since Tony and even then, it was very so often. He then braced himself on his elbows caging you in.

“You’re so tight.” He said and as he fully bottomed out in you. He started to move and you moaned into this mouth when he leaned down to kiss you. Your hands went to his back and your nails dug into his shoulder blades. He continued to thrust into you as he swallowed your moans. He pulled away when air was needed.

“Faster!” You said and he obeyed and started to go faster. Your head went back into the pillows and legs wrapped around his waist. “Right there!” You spoke. Your nails drug down his back making him hiss.

“I’m close, Baby.” He said and moaned “I’m gonna marry you someday and then we’re gonna have kids and raise them and be the perfect family.” He said and you moaned at the thought of wanting that with him.

“Yes, Bradley! I want that with you! All of it!” You said and he moaned as his thrusts were getting sloppy until he finally stilled inside of you and painted your walls white. Both of you cumming at the same time. You unhooked your legs and he gently pulled out and fell to the side of you, his sperm slowly spilling out of you. You both got dressed as you both got cleaned up and headed into the living room to watch some TV but something was on your mind. “Do you really mean that?” You asked him turning to look at him and he nodded turning on his side looking at you.

“Of course. I want everything with you.” He said and that made you tear up. He wiped your tears away.

“I want it to.” You said and he smiled and got up and walked into the bedroom and to his nightstand and pulled out a box. “Bradley?” You asked as he came back out to the living and you sat up straighter as he got down onto the floor on one knee.

“This is not how I was planning on proposing but Y/N “Storm” Y/L/N. I have loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you. I want to have kids and grow old with you. You’re perfect in every way possible. You’re one hell of an aviator, best friend, girlfriend, and I know you’ll be one hell of a fiancé, wife, and mother. Will you do me the honor of marrying me and becoming my wife?” He asked and you started to cry and nod your head.

“Yes 1,000 times yes.” You said and he slid the ring on your finger and you brought your hands up at the same time as him and kissed him. He sat back down next to you as you looked at the ring.

“It was my mother’s. She gave it to me before she passed.” He spoke

“It’s beautiful. Your father had great taste just like you.” You said and he chuckled.

“He sure did.” Bradley said and kissed you and he pulled you into him and cuddled you as you both finished watching the movie that was playing. You weren’t really paying attention. You were thinking of the rest of your life with Bradley, the love of your life. Your hearts were tangled, it was forever and you were more than ok with that. Everything was perfect and you were so glad that your makeup smeared that day because if it hadn’t then you wouldn’t be here with the love of your life and would probably still be used as a personal punching bag for Tony. Bradley was going to protect you for the rest of your life and you were ready for that.

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[idiot-cheesehead-archenemy]

Fancy Meeting You Here

Word count: 4629

Warnings: implied parental abuse

Prompt: Danny sneaks into a fancy party that happens to be attended by one Vlad Masters

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The evening had been going pretty well. 

Danny had noticed the mansion while flying in the area a few days ago. He'd come back tonight to see what he could lift - nothing that would be badly missed, of course, maybe some food and cash - and had been pleasantly surprised to find a lawn party in progress. Parties always had the best food, and though he knew he was risking getting caught, he also knew that he was capable of pretending to be a rich socialite for at least a few minutes when necessary. That should get him far enough. 

He flew back to the city, taking an appropriately sized suit from a store he knew - it would be returned by the time they opened in the morning - and again to the mansion to scope out the scene.

The lawn itself was not massive, a rectangle about the size of a football field. Still, it gave the few hundred guests plenty of space to mill about without getting in each other’s way. The mansion was probably half a football field in total area, spread across several irregularly shaped wings. Danny didn’t see many people inside; it seemed the guests only went in to use the restrooms. The building made up one edge of the lawn, another edge ran along the parking area and driveway, and the other two butted against the thick forest that covered most of this region. The entire property was surrounded by a barbed-wire fence, no doubt lined with cameras, but Danny had barely given that a thought as he flew invisibly overhead. 

He did note the black-clothed security guards walking the perimeter and roving through the sparse crowd. They might be an issue, but there were so many people here that it would take some time before they noticed him. Enough time to grab a few handfuls of hors d'oeuvres, at least.

After walking casually out of a restroom, Danny made a beeline for one of the food tables, smiling and nodding at people as he passed. He found an assortment of tiny sandwiches, fruits, and vegetables. All of it had been artfully arranged at some point, but the effect was less impressive after about half the food was gone. 

He picked through the sandwiches, finding various nut butters and thinly-sliced meats with strong scents that didn’t quite appeal to him. He did grab a couple of carrot sticks, though; he had to be the adult and remind himself to eat healthy, now that there was no one else doing it for him. 

The next food table was more interesting - a mixture of cooked and raw fish and other seafoods, with a rainbow of toppings and side dishes that reminded Danny, probably intentionally, of a coral reef. This table, too, was at least half-empty, but there was plenty left to choose from. 

“I’d pass on the caviar,” said an older woman on the other side of the table. Danny had not been reaching for the caviar, but he pulled his hand back and gave her a grateful look. “Far too salty,” she continued. “But that bluefin -” she nodded toward a plate of pink cubes coated in black sesame seeds - “is perfection.” 

“I appreciate the advice, thank you.” 

“Waters, Kindra,” she said, as if Danny had been asking for her name. He wasn’t quite sure which name was supposed to be first. “And you are?”

“Andy Benson.” It was his preferred alias; something close enough to his real name that he would turn his head automatically when he heard it. 

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Andy.”

“Likewise.” 

“May I ask whom you’re here with?”

“Oh, he’s …” Danny looked around, as if surprised that his responsible adult wasn’t right next to him. “Actually, if you’ll excuse me,” he said, still turned away. He didn’t really have anywhere to go, though, with the whole party being in a single open space. Maybe he should go back inside and turn invisible so he could continue browsing the food without risking any more awkward conversations. 

He got about halfway back to the house before feeling a tap on one shoulder.

A broad man wearing all black and an obvious earpiece stood behind him. His shirt didn’t actually say “security” in a bold white font, but it may as well have.

Well, crap. Danny probably should have given them more credit. He quickly scanned the crowd, wondering what had given him away. Maybe his age; he didn't see any other teenagers in the immediate vicinity.

Turning fully to face the guard, Danny channelled his inner rich asshole. “Do you need something?” he sneered.

“What’s your name?” The security guard’s tone suggested that he had already decided Danny wasn’t supposed to be here, but protocol didn’t allow him to drag the teen away just yet. 

“Benson, first name Andrew. I’m on the list.” Danny crossed his arms impatiently.

“Andrew Benson,” the guard said into his earpiece. After a few moments of silence, he said, “You sure the Hell aren’t.” 

“Oh, that’s ridiculous. Who is in charge of this list? I want their first and last name. And for that matter -” 

“There you are!”

Danny and the security guard both turned toward the voice. A tall man with long silver hair was striding purposefully in their direction.

“Mr. Masters?” The security guard sounded slightly cowed, now that he was faced with an actual rich asshole. “You know this boy?”

“I was just telling them,” Danny started quickly, hoping he’d read the man’s intentions correctly, “they said there’s no Andrew Benson on the list, and I was just saying -” The man, Mr. Masters, held up a hand to silence him. 

“What’s this about Andrew not being on the guest list? He’s my plus-one.”

The guard spoke into his earpiece again, looking apologetic. “Does Masters have a plus-one?” After another few moments he said, “I’m sorry sir, you don’t have a plus-one listed. And, if I may be so bold -” Mr. Master’s glare suggested that the guard did not, in fact, have his permission to be so bold, but he continued regardless, “- I checked everyone in personally. I don’t remember seeing this young man with you, or at all.” 

“That’s ridiculous. Are you implying that I not only failed to inform Mr. Marra about my guest, but also somehow lost track of said guest before we even got through the gates?”

“I don’t mean to imply anything, sir, I’m just -”

“Just doing your job, I’m sure. Well, then, how about you run and tell your boss that you think a teenager got past your security team, and I can tell him that you were harassing one of his guests, and then he can decide which story he likes better and what to do about it. Does that sound reasonable?” 

The guard looked uncomfortable, but he didn’t back down. Danny had to respect that, even if it was inconvenient for him. “I will have to make a report, Mr. Masters.”

“Please do. If more accurate reports had been kept in the first place, we wouldn’t even be having this discussion. In the meantime, however, I’d ask that you leave myself and young Andrew to enjoy the party in peace, hm?” 

The security guard looked to Danny, then Mr. Masters, and finally nodded. “Of course sir; I apologise for the disruption.”

Before walking away, he threw one last narrow-eyed look at Danny, leaving no doubt in Danny’s mind that, whatever this random rich guy had to say about it, security would be keeping a close eye on him from now on. Annoying, but not a disaster. He’d gotten away clean from worse situations than this. 

Running through possible escape scenarios, Danny allowed Mr. Masters to lead him to the edge of the treeline. A handful of people followed the duo with their eyes, no doubt having been eavesdropping on their encounter with security. 

“I trust you understand what just happened,” Mr. Masters said when they stopped, his voice low but stern. “I’ve vouched for you, which means, from this point forward, your actions reflect on me. Behave yourself, or you will regret it. Is that clear?”

Danny wondered if this guy was a dad. If so, he felt bad for his kids. 

Resisting the urge to roll his eyes or do a mock-salute, Danny simply said “Yes, sir.” He figured someone like this probably wouldn’t accept being called much less than “sir” by the likes of him, and now probably wasn’t the best moment to offend him. Later, maybe … 

“Good.” He straightened his already-straight, perfectly-pressed suit and scanned the crowd. Idly, almost as if to himself, he asked, “What do you enjoy?”

“... I’m sorry?” 

“Enjoy,” he repeated, eyes still on the other guests. “What interests you? Art, mathematics, technology, … video games, I don’t know.” When Danny still didn’t answer after a few seconds, he added, “These sorts of events are about networking as much as anything; everyone will expect me to introduce you to people, especially people who work in fields you may be interested in. I’m trying to figure out who you can talk to without making an ass of yourself.” 

“Oh. Uhm …” He could lie, but why bother? It wasn’t like his desire to be an astronaut was some kind of identifying characteristic. And anyway, it would be a lot easier to keep up his cover if he wasn’t also trying to improvise his way through conversations about subjects he didn’t know anything about. 

Of course, it would be even easier to just say he had to go to the bathroom and then disappear … But he’d barely even tasted the food, and it could be fun to talk to people who worked in astronautics, assuming anyone here actually did. 

“Space travel, and astrophysics, that kind of thing.” 

Mr. Masters looked at him then, maybe trying to figure out if he was lying, or maybe just surprised by the answer. His expression was hard to read.

Danny suddenly wondered whether the expensive suit he was wearing was expensive enough, or maybe too expensive. Could rich people tell how much a suit cost just by looking at it? Did Mr. Masters suspect that it was stolen? Come to think of it, why hadn’t he asked any questions? And, for that matter, why hadn’t Danny?

“I don’t mean to sound ungrateful … sir. But why are you covering for me at all?” 

Mr. Masters’ gaze had returned to the people milling about the yard - some of whom, Danny noted, were still throwing occasional glances their way. He didn’t turn or otherwise acknowledge Danny’s question, though Danny didn’t doubt he’d heard. He spoke after a moment, still looking away. That seemed to be a habit of his.

“Our host’s name is Edward Marra. He owns the parent company of many of the big names in cobalt mining and processing. This party is to celebrate his recent acquisition of what was previously his biggest rival company in the Asian market. I’ll point him out when I see him. You won’t really be expected to know who anyone else is, but you will be expected to act duly impressed whenever they mention what they do, and to remember names. Can you handle that?”

Acting impressed, probably. Remembering names, probably not. 

“Sure.” 

“Good. And do wipe the cream cheese off your sleeve.” 

Danny frowned as he inspected both sleeves. There was a tiny bit of something white on one of the hems; it must have been from when he was reaching across the table of tiny sandwiches. Danny wiped it off with his finger and then tasted it, confirming that it was, in fact, cream cheese. How had Mr. Masters known that? 

The man was already walking away, and Danny hurried to catch up. 

No one did work in astronautics, it turned out, but Danny met several people who’s companies had contracts with NASA, and others who simply had a personal interest in space exploration. One woman who couldn’t have been older than thirty spoke with passion about the need to create human-livable environments off-planet, before Earth itself became inhospitable. A man who couldn’t have been older than twenty-five spoke with passion about the vast potential for resource-extraction in asteroids. 

Mr. Masters always introduced Danny as Andrew Benson, the son of some old college friends of his. Danny always corrected this with a polite “my friends call me Andy.” 

It took what felt like an hour at least, and probably more than fifty introductions, for Danny to learn that Mr. Masters’ first name was Vlad. Though he always addressed people by first name, it seemed few were willing to be so informal in return. Was he much richer than most of the people here then? Or more powerful in some other way? A politician, maybe?

Vlad Masters. It sounded vaguely familiar. Then again, Danny had heard so many names in the last hour that they were all starting to sound alike. 

Vlad had just exchanged a few pleasantries with a husband-and-wife duo of scientists - two of the few people in attendance who seemed to have gotten rich off their own work, rather than collecting salaries as executives of profitable companies - when something caught his eye. “Ah, there’s Edward. I wondered where he’d gotten to. If you’ll excuse us …” 

Danny was glad for the distraction. Though the two scientists bore no physical resemblance to his parents, they reminded him of them in spirit, and it was not a welcome reminder. 

Following Vlad, he tried to remember if he was supposed to know who ‘Edward’ was. Oh, right - the host. He worked in … mining? Diamond mining? No, that wasn’t it. And what was his last name? 

The man they were approaching was distinctly middle-aged, but wearing it well. His shortish hair was a mix of blond and grey, and his face bore deep laugh lines. He noticed the pair coming and grinned, throwing his arms out by way of greeting. Danny wondered if he was a hugger. 

“Vlad Masters,” he called while they were still several yards away. His voice was loud, projected like an actor’s, and seemed to fill the space despite them being outside. “They told me you were around here somewhere.” When they were close enough, Edward reached out both hands to shake Vlad’s enthusiastically. 

“Edward,” Vlad said with a warm smile, “a pleasure as always. And may I be the, oh, three-hundredth, I’m sure, to congratulate you on your masterful acquisition.” 

Edward grinned, somehow, even wider. “It means more coming from you than from the other three hundred combined.” Was that because Vlad was a good friend? Danny wondered, or because he was so much more successful than all the others? He kicked himself again for not asking more questions while they had some privacy. Who was this stranger he was following? 

Then Edward looked down at Danny and shook his hand with just as much energy. His grip was firm but not hard, and his smile seemed genuine - but you could never be sure with these types. 

“And this is our ghost, I presume.”

Danny froze.

He couldn't have guessed, could he? Would he be smiling like that if he had? Would he have taken Danny's hand so carelessly if he thought Danny was a dangerous monster? Surely not. Probably, this man didn't even believe in ghosts. Most people didn't.

But some people did.

Unpleasant memories prickled at the back of Danny's neck, and he worked to keep his attention in the present moment. 

“Edward, this is Andrew Benson, the son of some old college friends. Andrew, this is our gracious host, Edward Marra.”

“My friends call me Andy,” Danny recited, not quite managing the smile and friendly laugh that were supposed to accompany the line. 

“Andy,” Edward said warmly, like they really were friends. Danny did not think about his parents. “There's no need to be nervous; you're not in trouble. I'm just fascinated that no one seems to remember you coming in, or even have any record of your RSVP. And yet, here you are. Like you've appeared out of thin air.”

“Like a ghost.” Danny managed a small smile at that. Of course he'd meant it metaphorically. Danny dropped his shoulders and noted, pleasantly surprised, that his hands weren’t clenched into fists. He was fine. 

“Spooky, isn't it?”

“But no real harm done, in the end,” Vlad added, possibly as a way to get away from the topic. Would Vlad face any consequences if someone found out he was covering for a party crasher? A few whispers and odd looks, maybe. Danny doubted someone like him had much experience with real consequences.

“No, heaven's no, of course not.” Edward waved a hand dismissively. “The important thing is that you're here now and enjoying the party.”

“Very much so, sir.” 

“Then I've done my job. So tell me, Andy, what is it you want to do after school?”

“I want to be an astronaut.”

“An astronaut!” Again, Edward’s voice boomed out, probably audible even at the far end of the yard. “Well, there's a lofty goal, eh?” It took Danny a second to realise Edward was making a pun, so his laugh was late. Edward seemed to take no notice of this as he continued without missing a beat. “Shoot for the moon, that's what I always say. It's rare for someone to take that advice so literally.” He laughed at his own joke, and his laughter boomed too. Maybe this was why the party was held outside.

Despite himself, Danny was put at ease by Edward's joyful demeanour. It reminded him - no. It was just nice to talk to someone so unreservedly happy. 

“To be completely honest, sir," Danny said with a wry smile, "I think the moon is a bit played out. I'm actually aiming for the stars.”

Edward boomed out another laugh, as Danny had expected he would. 

“I think you’ve got a little disrupter on your hands, Vlad.” Edward winked conspiratorially at Danny. “That’s a compliment.” 

Danny wasn’t quite sure what to say next, so he was relieved when Vlad took the attention off him again. Vlad and Edward made small talk about stock prices or something for a few minutes before Vlad pulled a “I don’t want to take up too much of your time” to end the conversation.  

“Of course, of course, I have plenty more hands to shake. You two enjoy the rest of your evening. But keep an eye on this one, eh?” Edward gestured to Danny. “You never know when he might disappear again.” 

“I’ll be sure to do that.” Though Vlad said this with a laugh, Danny sensed a conviction behind the words. It sounded a little like walking into a room and then hearing the door lock behind you.

This time when they walked away, Vlad didn’t lead Danny to yet another group of people, but instead was heading toward a nearly-empty food table with no one around it. 

“He seemed pleasant,” Danny volunteered, keeping his tone light. He'd just ask to go to the restroom now. Vlad couldn't exactly say no to that, could he?

Vlad responded, predictably, without looking at him. “He would destroy you and everyone you’ve ever loved to save himself a penny.” He said it casually, like this fact was as interesting as the man’s birthday or shoe size. “And, just in case it wasn't clear, he absolutely knows you aren’t supposed to be here.”

What Danny heard was, ‘I am currently the only thing standing between you and the man you’ve slighted who has no qualms with murder.’

Though it sounded like a figure of speech, Danny suspected the description of Edward's character was more or less accurate. Danny remembered one of Sam’s rants about the diamond industry, and then reminded himself not to think about Sam. The point was, if Edward Marra ran a diamond mine or something close to that, he probably had, indeed, sacrificed lives for his fortune. 

Was Vlad threatening him, then? Implying that, if Danny didn’t behave as he wished, he’d turn him over to Edward? Or suggesting that Danny owed him something now, since he had stepped in and put himself at risk to protect Danny?

Except, of course, Vlad didn’t seem remotely concerned for himself. All evidence suggested that, whatever Edward Marra might be capable of, Vlad Masters had nothing to fear from him. 

“Who are you?”

Vlad finally turned toward Danny, wearing a hurt expression. “You mean you haven’t heard of me? Vlad Masters? Owner of Mastersoft?” 

Danny couldn’t keep the dawning realisation off his face, though he schooled his expression as soon as he saw Vlad’s satisfied smile. 

Vlad wasn’t just a rich guy. He wasn't even just a billionaire. He was one of the richest people in the world.

“What are you doing here?” Danny wasn’t exactly knowledgeable about the financial elite, but he didn’t think anyone else at this party was a multi-billionaire. 

“Networking, as I said.” 

“Why would you need to network?” 

“Everyone needs to network,” Vlad said with a solemnity that suggested either a deeply-held belief or a very dry joke. 

“Right,” Danny muttered. “Well … Thank you for helping me tonight. I think I’m pretty much partied-out, so I’ll probably just hit the restroom and then take off.” 

Vlad nodded. “Indeed, I think I’ve had about all the small talk I can handle for the month. Shall we peruse the dessert table before we go?”

Vlad turned so they were side-by-side and simultaneously reached a hand behind Danny's back, like he was going to physically push him in his intended direction. Danny stepped away and turned so he was facing Vlad again. Unfazed, Vlad smoothly moved his hands behind his own back, striking a pose that should have seemed silly but looked natural for him.

“I didn’t mean that you had to leave just because I am,” Danny clarified. 

“What, am I to stay and mingle without you? What would people say? ‘Where’s that charming young man that was with you earlier? Lost track of him again, have you?’ I’d have no answer.” 

No, Danny supposed that would be kind of a bad look. Not that that was his problem. “Okay. I’ll go to the restroom while you say your goodbyes, then we’ll meet at the gate.”

“So you can disappear on me? I think not.”

Well, he wasn't stupid; Danny had to give him that.

“Where would I go? There are security guards and a huge fence.”

“Just as there were when you came in.”

Danny huffed, slightly frustrated with himself. It would have been simpler to leave as soon as security had clocked him. 

 “Fine. We walk out together, then go our own ways. If you think I’m getting in a car with you, you’re nuttier than a can of snakes.” Vlad raised an eyebrow but didn’t ask. 

“It will be a bit difficult to explain why I’m getting into the car without you.”

“I leave it to your vastly superior intellect to think of something.” 

Vlad inclined his head, allowing that. 

They did, in fact, hit the dessert table before they left. It was hard for Danny to limit himself to one plate, but without a more stable container, and knowing he’d be flying soon, he didn’t have much choice. He did, however, stack and interlock as much as he possibly could, grateful that the plates were sturdy ceramic instead of paper. He didn’t expect anyone to stop him from walking out with one of the plates - though he certainly wasn’t supposed to, he was also with Vlad Masters - and no one did. 

When Vlad’s driver arrived in a twelve-foot long limo, Vlad explained that he’d decided to enjoy the night air for a little bit longer, telling the driver to wait a mile or so up the road. 

“Very good sir,” the driver said, like he was trying to sound like every stereotypical butler in every movie, except that his accent was less British and more New Jersey. Vlad didn't acknowledge the random teenager beside him, and the driver followed suit. 

“I see you went with one of your more modest limos,” Danny deadpanned as they started down the long driveway. 

“Naturally, I didn't want to upstage the host.” 

They walked along the side of the road that bordered the Marra property, marked by the tall fence that ran as far as Danny could see from his current vantage. The other side of the road was the edge of the forest. Danny only needed to go a few yards in to be confident he was hidden, and then he’d be free to go ghost and fly back to his temporary home. 

“You know,” Vlad began, interrupting Danny considering whether to split off now or wait until Vlad and his driver were gone, “I’m not actually planning to kidnap you. If there’s somewhere you’d like a ride to …” 

“Thanks, but no thanks. I found my way here; I can find my way back.”

“And how did you find your way here? You obviously didn't drive. We’re really not within walking distance of anything, or even reasonable cycling distance." 

Shoot, had he given away too much? No, Vlad would have been wondering that anyway; at worst Danny had called attention to what was already a suspicious detail. And anyway, there were plenty of non-ghost-related possibilities. 

He shrugged. “I have my ways.” 

Vlad smiled slightly and nodded, probably having expected a response like that. Why would Danny answer honestly, after all? Most likely, Vlad had only asked to let Danny know that he was suspicious. Maybe it was another subtle threat, implying that he was curious about Danny and would be looking for answers. Or maybe Danny was being paranoid. Or maybe one of the most powerful people in the world - someone who could probably get some security camera footage and access to a police database if he really wanted to - had taken an undue interest in Danny, and Danny should get as far away from him as he could as soon as possible. 

“I’m going to leave now,” Danny said, not seeing much point in tact. “I’m going to cross the street and walk into the forest and you’re not going to see me again after that.”

“Watch out for wolves,” was all Vlad said in reply. So Danny crossed the street, glancing behind him constantly. Vlad never broke his stride and showed no sign of even remembering that Danny was there. 

What had the past hour and a half been to him? A brief distraction from the monotony of yet another boring “party”? A good deed for a clearly troubled youth? Or the beginnings of a puzzle he intended to solve? 

A few times in his life, Danny had been truly lost, with no idea how to even begin searching for familiar territory. When it happened, he never felt himself becoming lost; he firmly believed that the way back was clear, until he tried to take it. Then he would realise that he had, in fact, been going the wrong way for hours. 

Danny had a sense like that now - looking back on the evening, trying to figure out exactly where he had turned right when he should have turned left. Should he have run from the security guard? Should he have just stayed invisible from the start? At what point had this outcome become inevitable?

Granted, Vlad had given no real sign that he cared one way or another where Danny had come from or where he was going. Maybe there really was nothing to worry about. Still, as he watched Vlad Masters stroll casually away, Danny couldn't shake the feeling that he hadn't seen the last of him.  

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A Boy, A Twisted Memory and A Desire for Love

So this is the first official Ghost story on my blog. I know, I know, it's been a long time writing and I've not written something for the guy, but it's really just because I get so worried about writing him poorly.

I know he's a big military guy who hates having emotions and kills any and all kindness in his heart, but I also really like the idea of him exploring the concept of healing from his trauma? I dunno, I just thought about it.

Also, like König, I can't imagine Ghost keeping normal pets. Originally I had him get a spider, but then I read over his backstory again and it made more sense for him to get a venomous snake. I think it's a major step to overcoming his trauma. By the way! Big trigger warning, this is about a snake! This entire fic centres around a snake!

Anyways, I had some fun writing this but it made me super sad.

TW: Snake, discussion of past abuse, emotional trauma, child abuse (referenced), emotional disregulation

Wordcount: 1.7k

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A Boy, A Twisted Memory and A Desire for Love

Simon locked eyes with the little black and yellow creature housed deep within its cave. It was a small thing, barely hatched from its egg it looked like. The length of a ruler at most. It was a light thing, covered in fine scales along its supple body. This thing was venomous, yes, but it couldn’t do any real damage. It was a threat maybe to a mouse, but a man such as himself wouldn't fall to such weak poison. Swelling, pain, nausea, yes. But death? Not quite.

And yet, his heart quickened within his chest. He could feel the sweat forming on his brow. It had been so long since he’d seen one of these beasts, and yet the same fear from back then wormed its way inside him now.

“Hungry?” Simon’s voice was particularly gravelly, roughened by sleep deprivation and lack of use.

The creature made no move. He’d be surprised if the thing even heard him. Did it even have ears? He’d have to ask the breeder later.

“Been a long time since I’ve seen one of yer kind before,” he admitted. He didn’t quite know why, but it felt somewhat soothing to speak to the thing.

“I killed the last one of ye that I saw. Crushed the fucker right under my boot, I did.”

It didn’t seem to scare the beast off. He wondered if it really was more afraid of him than he was of it. He hoped that was true. He didn’t want to admit that the fear still wriggled under his skin.

“He wasn’t anything like what my dad ‘ad,” Simon closed his eyes as the oppressive memories washed over him, “that one was a right bastard. Bigger than anything I’ve seen ever since. Shoved it right in my face, he did. Wouldn’t let me go till I kissed it right on the lips. If it bit me, I wouldn’t be standin’ ‘ere. But you,” Simon opened his eyes, dark eyes matching two glassy eyes of inky black, “you’re nothing. You're pathetic. You’re… You're so small.”

Simon turned back to the breeder.

Finally, the creature came to its senses and slithered back further into its burrow. So sleek and streamlined, and yet so slow to move. It was afraid of him, that Simon decided the moment he noticed that despite backing away, it didn’t dare look elsewhere.

“How much for this one?” he asked as he pointed at the plastic cube.

“That one?” the woman blinked and looked at what he was pointing at, “the female or the male?”

“The female,” Simon clarified.

“Oh she’s pretty, isn’t she?” the woman adjusted her glasses as she slid behind the plastic cube, “poor girl’s probably pretty scared being out here.” She didn’t mention how terrifying Simon was in his dark clothing, rough fabric stretched tight across his broad frame. He was used to scaring people by this point. Sometimes, like now, he wished he wasn’t.

“How do you pronounce that?” Simon pointed at the name that had been scrawled in blue ballpoint pen on a blank sticker.

“Boida dendrophila,” the woman replied, “she’s pretty young, but she’ll get big soon enough.”

“She’s one of them big ones, yeah?” Simon asked aloofly.

“You bet your arse,” the woman grinned, “she’ll be big soon enough. Don’t know much about ‘em?”

“Oh no,” Simon leaned down to take a better look at the little beast, “I’ve been doing my reading.”

“You got a big enough enclosure for her?” the woman quizzed him.

“Sure do,” Simon hummed, “I built her an enclosure myself. It’s nearly as tall as me, long too. Got some nice branches for her to climb and all that..”

“Wow that’s a lot of space. You sure that’s not too much?” the woman frowned.

“She won’t be in there for a bit, I’ve got something for while she’s small,” Simon reasoned.

What a stupid question.

“Oh well that’s fine,” the woman broke out into another smile, “but yeah she’s eating mostly baby mice, an adult once in a while. You know she’ll be eating bigger things when she’s full grown, right? You can handle that?”

“I think I’ll be quite alright,” Simon mused, “have to admit, she’s a right beauty.”

“She really is, isn’t she?” the woman gushed, “I’ve been raising her since she was just hatched. But now? Well, normally I sell them off a bit sooner, but she grew on me. Unfortunately, the husband isn’t too fond of her and wants her to be moved on.”

“Why’s that?” Simon looked at the woman from behind his sunglasses.

“Oh he got bit when she was the length of a pencil,” the woman laughed, “he’s held it against her ever since!”

“Heard her kind can get pretty feisty,” Simon commented as he looked back at the spider.

“They can get a bit aggressive, I won't lie to you. A bit territorial, too,” the woman explained carefully so as not to scare off the only interested customer she had all weekend.

“Real fast,” Simon continued on, “with nasty bites.”

“Sounds like you’ve done your reading,” the woman laughed uncomfortably.

“Course,” Simon refrained from rolling his eyes, “so how much is she? The sticker’s ripped.”

“She’s on sale, actually,” the woman grinned, “only a couple hundred quid.”

“That much, eh?” Simon straightened up to tower over the slender woman.

“Normally she could be anywhere up to four hundred,” the woman fought back against the subtle threat of intimidation.

“Well then,” Simon looked down at the cube, “looks like I got a good deal then.”

“You won’t go stompin’ on her, will you?” the woman furrowed her brows.

“No ma’am, that was just what I had to do when I went out to the Middle East,” Simon chuckled humorlessly, “I wouldn’t dream of hurtin’ this here little lady.”

The woman grinned as she counted her bills, Simon smiled just slightly as he picked up the container and brought it back to his car.

When he got home, he carefully moved the little creature into the glass enclosure of dirt, leaf litter and cork bark. He put it back in its place on his shelf and smiled.

“Dendrophila, eh?” he chuckled, “how ‘bout Ophelia? That’s a cute lil name for ya.”

The creature only burrowed away under the cork bark, eager to get out of sight of the frightening giant before her. He didn’t blame the little thing, he’d be terrified of himself if he was a younger man.

Once, he’d hardened himself into an unstoppable thing, a monster of a man. He had formed his shell through cruel lashings the world had lavished upon him. He took ablutions in raining blood. He was festering sickness or silver sin. He was what he despised in the world, the monster he tried to protect his own family from. When his brothers in arms welcomed each other warmly, they regarded him as a feral dog to be kept at a distance, chained in the backyard, out in the rain.

In Simon’s heart there was no room for love. He was not a man forged in kindness and love. He was the unfortunate son of Mr. Riley, cursed from birth to be raised in the muck and mire of human atrocities. He had been calloused by the time he was nine, and by the time he joined the military even the recruiting officers were afraid of him. He was too cruel, too strict, too much for anyone to handle. He could brute-force his way through life, but only for so long.

Even monsters had hearts. This was the unfortunate fact that Simon had learned far too late in life. He hated himself for how he wallowed in his loneliness. He thought his team would be enough, but there was a despicable part that still resided deep within him. He could offer his rotten sort of love to his teammates, but he could never care for them like he needed to. There was a part of him that had been stunted since childhood, and far too late it breached his skin to scream into his ears, begging him to please just notice me, notice me and don't let me die here inside of you.

He didn’t want to, but he spoke to a therapist. It was Price's advice after he'd broken down with a bottle of whisky in one hand and a revolver in the other. Price promised to never say a word as he unwound his lieutenant's fingers from the trigger.

A week later he'd arrived at a small office. They’d been cowed by him at first. Everyone was, but something about frightening the one person he wanted to be helped by hurt a part of Simon he wished to rip from his chest. Once he would have laughed, but in that office, he could only hurt. No tears fell, but his walls did and he was able to speak openly for the first time in his entire life without the help of a bottle of jack and a pair of dice. It felt wrong. He hated it, but he learned.

His therapist told him that to help rid himself of this festering parasite of an emotion, he should try to nurture the damned thing. Simon had laughed in the man’s face. He then told him to go to Hell. The man had learned not to flinch in the face of a predator, and so pushed forth. He said that to grow, Simon could try getting a cat or a dog. Something he could raise with the love he never had been given as a boy.

He said that he needed something to love or else he'd never be able to heal. Simon scoffed and left the room, but not before booking another appointment. The smug look on his therapist’s face disgusted him. He turned quickly and left.

So maybe it was out of spite that he bought Ophelia, but there was a part of him that felt like he needed the little creature. He needed something to love, and so he did. He loved the Ophelia with all his heart. He nurtured her and cared for her as best he could.

Months passed, and he started to handle Ophelia. She hissed, she scurried away, she did everything to get away from Simon’s touch. He figured that if he had to face himself, he’d do much the same. He wasn’t a creature born of love and compassion. He was death, in face and in heart, but each time he brought Ohpelia’s container out and changed her water, when she ate from his tongs, he could feel his rotten heart beating within his chest. It made him smile despite himself.

He was not a creature of love, and yet it was love he felt when Ophelia tentatively reached out and slithered up his hand. When he raised her up, ever so gently, he couldn’t help but cry.

How cruel was the world that a boy, born from street gutters and raised by heavy hands, would only ever feel love for the first time in a dingy London flat on his thirty-first birthday, alone save for the venomous snake in his hands?

Stories

Ghost Dump

[torturedblue]

It’s the middle of the week, have some dancing turtles

Spoilers below as I gush about my Mutant Mayhem Monday experience 🤗 please feel free to gush with me I wanna hear other people’s thoughts too!

First off… When Seth wanted to put the teenager in TMNT he meant it. Like, all the versions act like teenagers, but like Nickelodeon PG stereotypical teens. MM turtles were the realest PG-13 outta pocket 21st century teenagers I’ve ever seen and I love that shit because it’s the first time I actually felt like I was around the kids in middle school and high school again with the way they talk. Kinda appreciate Superfly cussing too? Like idk it’s Ice Cube and this villain goes hard tryna kill some teenage turtles he formally saw as his lil cousins, let the grown mutant cuss

Also uh, was not expecting to be sad so early in the movie? Like I could tell from the trailers it was gon be an emotional rollercoaster but shit like ten minutes in and these turtles are fuckin depressed. And to see it really hit me because in every other version (except for Bayverse) the turtles literally never let not being part of the human world get to them. In the shows especially they’re so well adjusted and never bothered by sticking to the shadows. Then there’s Rise where they pretty much go out whenever they want and indulge in most of the human world stuff they want to. For these guys to be so stunted and desperate to have more freedom was so heart wrenching. Especially when Splinter grounds them for a whole month and the reality sinks in of how much they know the life they want isn’t an option for them

Wasn’t expecting any kind of ship or romance but that crush Leo has on April hit me like truck because…… holy crap the Leo-April pair has never been a thing? On top of that this is only the second on screen black April we’ve seen and I’ve been a Leo kinnie across the board since day one so to see this combo of my favorite character liking a black girl is making me lose my mind 🥲 and like it got me thinking of several of my favorite shows and the single characters I kin in those and if they’ve ever had black love interests and it’s just still not a common normalized thing honestly.

I’m sure a lot of people aren’t excited for the prospect of ships coming back (especially after 2012 scarred us) but as a Leo lover and black girl it got me so excited to see something like this. I’m just hopeful and optimistic they won’t mess it up like a lot of shows do. The “this is just as friends line” already makes me a little worried bc that trope never has a good history but I have faith they’ll handle things tastefully and not make it toxic or messy

MURDER THE SHREKS!

“I assume you’d wanna be on camera. ‘Cause you have, like a very camera ready look…” OKAY SMOOOOOTH LEONARDOOOOOO 👏🏽

Could not stop laughing while he was shooting his shot my face was literally donnie’s restraining myself from bursting out laughing

Just a couple of my favorite questions that April wrote down for them:

“Do you carry salmonella?” Look I still don’t know wtf salmonella is but it’s the second time a TMNT iteration has joked about it so I’m starting to think it has something specifically to do with turtles 👀

“Have you caught covid?” Oml covid exists in this world

“Are you the source of covid?” OUT OF LINE 💀

“How many people has the red bandana turtle stabbed? Does he need therapy?” Yes.

“Does sunlight cause you to burst into flames?” They’re- they’re not vampires? 😂

Leon Ardo deserves the world and whatever he wants in it give him everything 😭

I will never understand what made Donnie laugh so hard at the name Nardo other than it being because it’s his sibling and that it bothers Leo lmao

All imma say about the puke scene is that I’m glad I heard an “out of context” spoiler about it bc I knew exactly when to look away and I’m glad I did bc the scene lasted for so long??? 😀❓But hey at least I had Unwritten to listen too while I was sparing my eyes 😂

The sequence of them going around and shaking down those gangs and Superfly’s connections. BAD. ASS. And each of them got their own moments to shine? Loved it. Like they each even got to take point and have their moments where they got to kick in the door lol. And the fight scenes were just, muah. Chef’s kiss, they all looked amazing taking grown ass adults down together

Okay Splinter definitely gets the best dad award for putting together that little surprise party, with all the celebrity Chris’s and pretending to wait on them 🥺 so pure. It did make me sad the guys immediately left and you can just see such a sad dejected look on Splinter’s face, knowing he can’t provide what his kids really want or make them happy enough without it 🥲 At the very least they say thanks and that they appreciate but I would’ve at least stayed for a lil bit and gone along with it, Splinter just looked so excited about it and it was so sweet 😭

And he doesn’t even get upset though he knows they’re hiding something, he just says he’ll help them if they’ve gotten into trouble, which is something I’m sure almost every kid has wanted instead of having the kind of relationship where they’re more scared of telling their parents they messed up instead of handling it on their own

I love how musical Superfly’s family is 😂 Ray Filet just starts sing-introducing his name and Mondo and the other couple mutants when they drive with in the car trying to find music they could all sing to together 🥹 not to mention the musical references Superfly makes later that I’ll get to. “Kinda don’t wanna murder everyone on Earth, I just kinda wanna sing” Me too bruh.

Raph immediately going “goochi goochi goo” and playing peekaboo with Genghis frog is so underrated that boy has such a soft side he’s not even that afraid of showing at times, and maybe it’s continuing the trope of Raph having a soft spot for pets/animals? Who knows 😌

Yo I was kinda shook when that government guy knocked Leo out and he just fell unconscious on the ground 😶 Like we’re used to seeing the authorities be brutal especially in movies like this but that’s a whole teenager? You just assaulted a minor? 🙂 Crazy

Also I know it’s sad they got captured and drained painfully but Mikey in that scene was hilarious 😂 like even the way he was dramatically crying and Leo was just started to cry with him like “iM sO sOrRy mIkEeEeEy! 😭” gold. When one of his children is hurting Leo hurts too. One of my favorite moments 🤣

They literally started singing BTS while being tortured they’re so unserious but like in a serious way to them and I love it. Also the fact that they did it just to make Donnie feel better? So pure. Like Raph of all turtles offered to sing while being drained of blood (bc I refuse to use the m word 💀)

The way Splinter snuck in and soloed literal government soldiers single handedly? Badass. Never loved seeing a Splinter save his sons so much 🥹

“But it’s the only way we’ll be accepted.”

“No! We accept you!”

“You can come live with us! We accept you!”

“WE VIBE!”

Oml they’re so puuuuure 😭 I really thought this was gonna be a moment where the guys invite them all to come live with them and Splinter was gonna be like ‘aha 😬 whoa slow down there’ but damn nah he was just as enthusiastic as them inviting all those mutants to come live in their home forever “The more the merrier!” Like ugh he just loves finding family like Baxter Stockman and we see where the guys got their loving nature from 🥹

The amount of his soul Mikey put into that BROSEEEPH was so real like I’ve never heard the name broseph be said in any other way, I’m so glad they put that moment in there

“New York, New York!” “I’m the king of New York!”

Oml superfly’s a Broadway baby 🤗 he’s a big bad villain marching through time square and talking about King Kong but he’s fill gonna nerd out and make his musical theatre references 😂

“For once in your life you didn’t sound lame. You actually started to sound like a leader”

“That was really heartfelt Raph”

I love the Leo Raph dynamic in this movie. Like they don’t always agree or understand each other but they will show love towards one another and show mutual appreciation

Something about any of the turtles shells cracking always gets to me for some reason like those are some serious permanent injuries so I want to see if they do anything special with that in the sequel or show maybe 🤔 And I couldn’t tell if all of theirs cracked or just one, and if so which turtle it was. I think Leo or Raph. I feel like it was Leo but Raph’s are also starting to have a trend of getting cracks in their shells so 🤷🏽‍♀️

Also I do not want to judge what other people like to wear but why are Raph and Donnie the only normal dressed ones 😭 like Mikey looks like he’s going on vacation and Leo looks like he’s going to clock in at Best Buy 😂 tell me it’s because they have limited resources for clothes lmao. HE’S LITERALLY WEARING A LANYARD

Them taking off the masks was crazy honestly… like them deciding not to wear them made my brain pause until I realize they’re kids going to school now and not being ninjas all the time… they don’t need them anymore. I’m just so pleased with the fact that this movie was willing to do what all other iterations weren’t. I see why they’re getting a sequel and show already, these guys and the plot development deserve so much more exploration

Maybe I missed something in the beginning but I’m wondering where Stockman went. Like is he still in custody? Did he die? Because not seeing him again that’s what I assumed but we only saw him get arrested or whatever, so if anything I don’t get why Superfly and the others wouldn’t try to break him out 🤔 I was surprised they didn’t make him a villain though, but I’m pretty happy about him getting to be a more optimistic kind character tho

SHREDDER HAD ME SHOOK LIKE THE ARMOR ALREADY LOOKED SO COOL AND I WAS NOT EXPECTING THEM TO GET THE BIG BAD INVOLVED AHHHH I’M SO READY TO SEE THEM REACT TO THIS ANGRY GIANT TIN CAN

Although I do wonder if Shredder’s gonna have some personal gripe with them since they have a different backstory he doesn’t seem to be a part of. And shit now that they’re public and in school it’s gonna be so much easier for him to go after them 😅 pluses and minuses…

The soundtrack: golden. Cultured. Nothing but range. Goes from a 90’s rap song to Natasha Bedingfield’s soulful 2000’s song. Most movies only ever have all pop mainstream songs or only rap songs because they think they can’t mix but MM does it effortlessly. The turtles are so versatile not just with music genres but they make old and new references ‘cause they’re well rounded kings 💪🏽 Between rizz, Adele, broski, Hey Arnold, K-Pop, Ferris Bueller, etc… I mean Donnie’s literally doing the sprinkler and the funky chicken in that gif up top 😂 they’re born in 2008 I doubt any kids today know about those dances anymore

Clearly I have all the thoughts and feelings about these boys and the movie, but I think this is probably my favorite TMNT movie? I’ve loved all of them but I think this one definitely brings me the most comfort fr

[thetrinketbox]

Drunk again off another crush (Kensei x Reader)

I wrote this for Kensei’s birthday and because he looks so hot in the new anime episodes. My man needs more fics about him! Also available on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49015216 "Congratulations!" "Yeah, who'd've thought an idiot like you would figure out bankai?" "Three cheers for lieutenant Hisagi!" The boisterous cheering filled the bar, a crowd of shinigami clustered together like a flock of crows in their black uniforms. They clinked their glasses together for the umpteenth time that night, Hisagi grinning like a schoolboy. "Thanks, guys!" he said, his cheeks somewhat redder than usual and his hair all mussed up from Ikkaku and Renji constantly ruffling it, like you would to a puppy. From your little corner of the bar, you watched all this going on, trying to look happy about it even as your mood sank lower and lower as the noise and celebrating grew louder. It seemed churlish to feel left out. This was Hisagi's moment, not yours, a celebration of a milestone that not many shinigami ever achieve. You were happy for him; you knew how hard he'd been working to master it and improve his relationship with Kazeshini. When you'd first heard that he'd finally done it, there had been no doubt in your mind that he'd always had what it took. But although you'd helped to arrange this little celebration, even hanging up some of the decorations with some people from Ninth (you weren't even part of Hisagi's division), and though he'd thanked you when you congratulated him and even given you a quick hug that made you feel all tingly, that was about all that had been said. His friends had arrived, first Kira, Renji and Kira and then later Ikkaku, Yumichika, Iba and Rangiku and he'd been swept up in a little bubble comprised of lieutenants (or near enough, in Ikkaku and Yumichika's cases) and suddenly it was like you didn't exist anymore. Like you said, it seemed childish to complain that Hisagi wasn't paying attention to you. You understood he'd obviously mostly want to spend time with his closest friends, the ones who had fought alongside him the longest and seen him in action the most. Seeing their happiness at his success truly was an amazing thing.

But...was it unreasonable you felt left out? Envious? Wishing you could even come close to having companions that cared so much about you? You didn't think it was, so you'd turned to the nearest available source of comfort - alcohol. You were several drinks in now and even though you'd tried to look like you were enjoying yourself, you could feel yourself growing more and more distressed and isolated, sitting nursing a drink you'd stopped actually drinking a while ago, which had turned unpleasantly watery now that the ice cubes had melted, and you weren't drunk enough for that not to matter to you. You pushed it aside in faint disgust, but now you didn't even have the excuse of not wanting to spill your drink - now you were just sitting here feeling abandoned and stupid. As Kira poured Hisagi another drink, you caught something flicker in your peripheral vision and turned your head to see a captain's robe, a stark contrast to all the black uniforms. Shit, when had Muguruma gotten here? Or wait, he'd been here before, hadn't he? That's right - Mashiro had gotten her hands on a whole bottle of vodka and mistaken it for something much milder. She'd chugged damn near the whole bottle and passed out, and Kensei had been forced to take her to Fourth Division before she did anything else stupid - apparently she had a nasty habit of abruptly thrashing awake and kicking, and Kensei was one of the only people strong enough to keep her steady and not be winded by her famous legs, so he'd vanished for a good chunk of the evening. You couldn't help but wonder if he'd purposefully taken longer than he needed to, so he didn't have to listen to the racket of his subordinate and other lieutenants getting wasted - Kensei was the only person who looked like he wanted to be here less than you did, and the thought was oddly cheering. Misery loves company, and all that. A vague ghost of a smile flickered at your lips, but it died again like a blinking lightbulb. You admittedly didn't know Kensei all that well, except that Hisagi had been fanboying constantly since the official announcement that the three former captains had agreed to return to their old posts. Time had passed since then, but Hisagi still seemed rather starstruck by Kensei, which was just as well - you'd heard he was a hardass, and if you were being totally honest, he kind of scared you a bit. He was no Zaraki or Kurostsuchi, but something about his size, intimidating aura and I-don't-give-a-fuck attitude was simultaneously scary and a little alluring. You could feel where he was from anywhere in Ninth - his reaitsu was powerful and tinged with an unusual aura, probably thanks to the Hollow that lived inside him. You wondered if Kensei was like that all the time or if he relaxed a little more in his downtime. You were certain you'd never seen him smile. As if he could sense your gaze on him, Kensei suddenly looked in your direction, a scowl on his face. You quickly ducked your head to avoid his gaze, cheeks burning.

It was time to go home, you decided. There was no point sitting here moping because senpai wouldn't notice you anymore. You knew how your moods were only amplified when you drank, and you couldn't see the night improving from here. You were stuck in a tar pit of self-loathing of your own making, and besides which, though you were friendly with one or two of the lieutenants, approaching all of them was kind of intimidating. They understood each other in a way other seated members didn't, working so closely with their captains and yet not quite being on their level. It was a weird limbo to be in, for sure. Slowly you got up from the table, and immediately nearly fell to your knees as you stood up. Fuck. The booze always hit harder this way, and it took a lot of concentration for you to skirt around the crowd of people towards the exit, weaving back and forth as you walked. Before you reached that glorious, blinding white rectangle of an exit, a hand suddenly grasped your elbow. "Where are you going?" a voice demanded. You turned around and your stomach did some kind of somersault as you found yourself staring dizzily up at Kensei himself. He was scowling down at you, as per usual, but he didn't seem particularly angry per se - he had a very severe resting bitch face, so it seemed. "Sorry?" you said, which was at least slightly better than "Whu?" which was what you'd been about to say. When you realised, he thought you'd gotten confused on your way to the bar/bathroom, you gave a little shake of your head. "Oh, I'm just - I thought I should go home." Behind Kensei came another raucous round of cheering and a facial muscle of Kensei's twitched. Clearly the celebrations were grating on his nerves as well - however fond of Hisagi he was, he was not the partying sort of guy. You didn't know Kensei that well, but you knew enough about him to know that every sound of glasses or bottles clinking and sloshing beer on the ground was no doubt grating terribly. "You're in no fit state to walk home by yourself." Kensei pronounced, but before you could get indignant over this, he sighed. "I'll walk you back to your quarters." What?! "Oh, um, that's kind of you, sir, but it's really not-" you demurred - the thought of walking home with Kensei Muguruma at your side was an alarming one. "It's not up for negotiation." Kensei overrode you bluntly, so much so that you found yourself unable to muster a second stab at refusing. His hand went to your shoulder, and he began steering you towards the door. "Come on. From here on, it's their problem if one of them passes out in a puddle of vomit." You paused and made a face at the idea. "Yessir." ~ You were right - walking with Kensei Muguruma was an intense experience. Granted, it wasn't like he was shouting at you for drinking or asking you tricky questions. Instead, he was surprisingly quiet, keeping an eye on your ungraceful gait out of the corner of his eye, but otherwise he seemed content to walk through the winding streets of the Seireitei - you'd told him where you lived, and it wasn't so far away that either of you felt the need to whip out Shunpo. Anyway, as Kensei had pointed out, the fresh air would help sober you up some. Despite that, though, the silence had a tinge of awkwardness to it. Kensei was doing you a favour, but you got the sense he was regretting having offered. Your mind was in a whirl of confusion and alcohol, and you wanted to find something to say to make the journey feel a little less of a daunting voyage. Kensei's reiatsu washed over you like a heavy wind that hints at a thunderstorm - occasionally your arm would brush his haori and the hairs stood up on your skin when it broke out in goosebumps. Kensei didn't seem to notice. "Why were you sitting by yourself?" he suddenly asked - not looking at you but keeping his eyes straight ahead. You're taken aback by the question and your answer is vague. "Oh, well...I'd said my congrats to Hisagi, so I didn't want to get in the way while he was with his friends. His other friends." you said, lamely. "It felt rude to just leave in the middle of his celebration." "Tch. His friends are spoiling him. Most people don't get a fucking parade thrown for them for achieving a bankai." Kensei muttered, and you shot a surprised glance at him. But though his words were dismissive, his facial expression wasn't disgusted or scornful. Perhaps grumbling was Kensei's idea of speaking fondly of someone. "Why did you come, then?" you asked, seized with a sudden boldness - perhaps Kensei's candidness was infectious. "You don't seem like a... party type of guy, sir." "I'm not," Kensei said, waving a hand impatiently. "But I don't begrudge the kid. I worked him hard, and he gave me the results I was hoping for. That deserves recognition." Huh. You gave a hum of agreement and turned your attention back to the path in front of you. It seemed Kensei was right - you did feel a little more sober. Walking no longer felt like a tricky task that required all conversation, though you didn't regret your decision to leave. You doubted anybody had noticed you were gone. "So that was the only reason?" Kensei pressed, startling you. "You were just too scared to talk to him around his lieutenant friends? Or were you hoping something was gonna happen?" You nearly choked on your own saliva at the blunt phrasing. Kensei really didn't pay much attention to social niceties, did he? You chewed on the inside of your cheek. You'd never examined your feelings regarding Hisagi Shuuhei in detail - you knew he liked Rangiku. Kensei knew he liked Rangiku. Everyone and their mums probably knew it. So having feelings for Hisagi had never really crossed your mind, because they were doomed before they'd even had a chance to take root. But explaining all this to Kensei made you uncomfortable, so instead you simply said: "We're just friends." "Really." Kensei drawled, and was it your imagination, or was he messing with you? It was hard to tell with his deadpan manner of speaking. "Yes, really." you said, a little huffily. "And if you don't mind, I'd rather not discuss it further." "Tch." You both fell silent again, and you could feel heat creeping up your cheeks. It occurred to you that perhaps Kensei had had some alcohol to loosen his tongue a bit himself, it was just nowhere near as obvious with him since he was so big and beefy - it would probably take enough alcohol to knock over a horse before he started to show ill effects. Though you didn't know who in their right mind would give alcohol to a horse. You knew where you were now, and you glanced at Kensei. "I can take it from here if you have somewhere to be." you said, then added belatedly. "Sir." "I don't." Kensei replied, and you snorted. "Why do you care about where I'm going or what I'm doing, anyway?" you suddenly asked him, feeling like you were teetering on the edge of something. "Thought you didn't want to talk about that anymore," Kensei said. "I'm not, I'm talking about you." you replied, bouncing onto the balls of your feet like that might help you reach Kensei better. He scoffed and glanced away, and you took a moment to admit his side profile, that firm jaw and the shape of his nose. The impressive fluff of his mohawk and were those piercings you spied in his ear? Hot. "Just noticed you around, is all." Kensei said, his throat bobbing when he covertly swallowed. "When you come by Ninth." Oh? "Oh?" you asked faintly. Kensei had noticed you? But why? There was nothing special about you and he was a captain, and a Vizard, to boot. Everyone was curious about them, even if the topic of the reason the reinstated Captains had been forced to leave was often skirted around. Was it possible you were hallucinating this and were still at that table, passed out drunk? Now Kensei turned to face you and you weren't able to pull your eyes away from him in time - specifically his bared chest, his firm abdominal muscles and that famous 69 tattoo emblazoned across his skin, the ink still bold and clear even after over a century. He caught you looking, but he didn't seem to mind it. "Yeah," he said, and his eyes slid to your lips, where a faint shimmer of lipstick still sat from when you'd gotten ready hours earlier. It was like it was choreographed. A beat of silence ticked between you, an internal debate that lasted both a moment and a lifetime. Then, before you had time to doubt, to convince yourself it was all in your head, Kensei moved, surprisingly quick for a man his size. You had no time to process before a large, gloved hand curved around the back of your neck and you were being pulled in for a hot, demanding kiss that left you breathless. You could faintly taste rum on his lips, and your back met the wall, Kensei's body shielding you from prying eyes. Your hands moved immediately to comb through his mohawk as he kissed you, and Kensei growled in response, his teeth pinching your bottom lip, enough to make you squeak. His hands roved up and down your body, one of them settling on your waist where you'd donned a brand-new sash for the occasion, his touch hot and firm and making you shiver deliciously. His reiatsu covered you, but this time you relished the staticky feeling of it, the tingling zipping across your skin. Fuck. you thought. No words were exchanged during all this. You'd both passed the need for them - your bodies did the talking plenty. When Kensei finally released you, straightening up to his full height again, you were amused to notice he had a smear of sparkly lipgloss collected on his bottom lip. You felt out of breath. "That was..." you said and broke off with a huff of breathless laughter. "Yeah," Kensei agreed, running a hand through his mohawk in a surprisingly self-conscious gesture that, at present, seemed like the most endearing thing ever. His eyes went back to your lips, but he didn't move to kiss you again. You understood - when you pushed yourself off the wall, the world wobbled a bit before righting itself. Sobering walk or no, you were still on the drunken side. You smiled awkwardly at Kensei, though pleasure squirmed in your stomach when he offered you a very slight one back. He reached out and his thumb brushed just underneath your bottom lip, wiping away some smudged gloss. You stood stock still while he did this, mesmerised by this simple movement. "Should I...?" you said, but you weren't sure how to finish that sentence. Kensei's smile turned into a smirk. "You're going to go home and sober up." he told you. "I think you've had enough excitement for one day." You licked your lips. "And after that?" you dared to ask. Kensei's smirk widened a bit, and his hand rumpled your hair. The next thing he said made your stomach clench and heat rush to your face. "And then you'll come by Ninth and we'll see if we can't find another reason to start celebrating."

[firebloodanddragons]

The Midnight Relief - Part 2 (Aemond Targaryen x Reader) NSFW

Summary: As a storm is raging outside, Aemond and you learn to discover each other around a game of Wolf and Sheep. But the game of confessions soon turns into a whole different experience, something you can almost call a lesson. But to learn you have to get naked first.

Tags: SMUT, Porn with Plot (sort of), Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex (Reader Receiving), Handjob and Fingering, Aemond’s First Kiss, Prostitution, Targcest (Reader is Daemon Targaryen’s bastard), Light Angst, Insecurity and Vulnerability.

Author’s Notes: First I wanted to thank everyone for the positive response to the first chapter. It was definitely encouraging to read your enthusiasm and see all the likes (almost 500 atm 0_0). For the readers who are expecting drama, sorry but you will have to wait a little longer. I want to strengthen the chemistry and the relationship between Aemond and Reader before allowing troubles to settle between them. I hope you’ll enjoy this chapter and sorry for making you read between the lines (but I love symbols and metaphors hehe). Can't wait to read your opinions.

(PART 1)

           There was a violent storm outside, a diluvian rain like no other flooding King’s Landing as if the city was a sinking boat. Even with the windows and the curtains closed, you could hear the huge drops crash on the glass and hit the roofs like arrow heads. You could have found this terrifying if you still lived in the Street of Silk for the brothel you used to work (and sleep) in was located down a sloping alley. But right now, this deluge was the least of your concern. Sure, you would most likely find a few more rats in your dorm when you would be back in the middle of the night but you still had a couple hours to spend before meeting the dirty rodents and you intended to use and abuse all the comfort they had to offer you.

Sitting facing each other, a cross shaped board between the two of you, Prince Aemond and you were studying the game of Wolf and Sheep in silence. It was a strategy game from the North with a purpose different for each player. The wolf had to capture the lambs to eat them and the lambs had to hem the wolf to trap him. Simple rules but it was one hell of a brain-teasing game.           It was the Targaryen prince’s favourite game and perhaps the only one he knew. He had ordered you to learn the rules back in the days when he used to call you his distraction, saying he needed an ‘adversary’ to play with him but the word had weirdly rolled off his tongue, almost with hesitation.       You remembered your first game. He had won of course but certainly because you had spent the entire time trying to understand why the pawns were green and black and not blue and yellow as they were supposed to be. You got your answers months after.

As usual, Aemond was playing the wolf but tonight he wasn’t showing any interest for the competition despite his natural inclination towards victory. Pouting, his body stiff on his chair and his arms resting on the armrest, his mind seemed elsewhere.   You doubted he wanted to talk about his troubles – he was the kind to constantly keep his thoughts to himself after all. But since you were certain it would do him good to speak his mind, you decided to sneakily lure him into a confession despite your mother’s proud voice in your head claiming you had inherited your father’s cunning.     “Life is like a game, isn’t it?”             The One-Eyed Prince immediately looked up at your face with an interrogative frown and you wondered if he heard you.     “There are sheep and there are wolves. Most of the times the wolves win and sometimes the sheep do.”     “Sheep never win.” Aemond said as he watched you take a black cube-shaped pawn from the board. “It looks like I’m winning.”     “You never win.” He sounded nonchalant but his lilac eye was studying your hesitating moves with a growing interest, the menace of the defeat perhaps.         ‘Only because I let you win.’ You wanted to say but as you chose to finally move your pawn to the left, you asked instead “And you always do?”   Aemond snickered a bit and with a lazy hand slid his green wolf to the right side of the board to avoid to be trapped by your black sheep.   You were a cautious player, analysing the situation for a long time before acting while Aemond was a quick strategist, constantly and unsurprisingly making fast and almost reckless decisions. But you couldn’t deny how perceptive he was. The Targaryen prince was always ahead of the game. Quick-witted, he could see all the possible moves (even your own) before you, the same way he could foresee his future.     He was no seer -only a few Targaryen had been dreamers - but he had an obvious talent to rapidly analyse things and a tendency to always be ready for a fight, fearless of the risks. Some people would call his gift longsightedness while other would say it is paranoia (inherited from the Hightowers) but all agreed on one thing; whatever it was it had been born from the victimized boy Prince Aemond used to be.         “We’re pawns you and I…” You continued. “…used by players who make us think we are free to choose our path.” “Hmm… And who might those players be?”           “The Gods?” You wondered and your adversary sneered before he eventually moved his pawn up to jump over one of yours and remove it from the game.       “The Gods didn’t choose my destiny or if they did then they’re blinder than I am.”       You scrutinized his contempt on his young face, knowing exactly what he was thinking. You had known Aemond for six years. You had seen him living the life of ambitious men day after day, witnessed his mornings training with the sword, his afternoons studying history and philosophy and his evening riding Vhagar until the night would sometimes bring him back to your company. You had an idea of what the prince secretly yearned and why he had been inflicting such a hard schedule on himself for years. He craved a life in which he would not be seen as the useless second son. And you could relate for you also wished for a different life. Being a serving girl was better than being a whore but you still wanted more.   “Are you saying the Gods can’t see the bigger picture?”   “I’m just saying that if they’re indeed responsible for my path then they see the wrong picture.”       “I thought you were a believer.” You had seen him pray enough times to be sure of that. “I thought you were a whore.” He retorted and your face fell instantly to keep the pain and the anger the name made you feel to yourself. It was one thing to hear the word in the intimacy of Aemond’s bed but to hear it in the middle of a serious conversation … It was more than insulting. But then, Aemond added “…not a sudden expert at Wolf and Sheep.” Did he realise he had hurt you? Did he just show concern for your feelings? You would not ask and even if he did that would not make you forget the insult.

“Let’s change the rules.” You suddenly declared as you swept all the pawns off the board with the back of your hand. Then you rested your chin on your crossed hands and frowned with a hint of defiance that left the Targaryen prince perplexed for a short moment. “Each time you win a game I remove one piece of clothes.”       The one-eyed man squinted. He didn’t like depravity but a part of him -the one who loved challenge (and your naked body) – seemed interested in this new game and was definitely wondering what the trick could be. Surely there was one, otherwise you would not look so confident. “And if you happen to win a game, what then, my bold flower?”             “You tell me something you believe in… Let’s rename the game ‘Believer and Whores’. You play the believer. I play the whores. Deal?” You offered him the green pawn and he took it almost immediately to place it at the centre of the cross-shaped board, accepting the proposition with no real hesitation, the certitude of victory louder than the apprehension to confess.           “You will end up naked anyway.”     “We’ll see.”    

And so, you played. During the first game, you let Aemond capture all your sheep without much difficulty to encourage him to keep on playing. You then started the second game by putting your hose on the table because so was the deal. This time, Prince Aemond didn’t succeed in removing all your pawns from the board and therefore he reluctantly admitted something “I believe you’d look better without your dress.” His words were so silly and disappointing you called him a cheater. “My confession fits the clothes you took off, fairest. Ridiculous.”           Therefore, you initiated a new game that ended when the prince reduced all your sheep to two pieces. So, you took off your dress, folded it neatly and placed it on the table right next to your stockings. Then you sat down again and raise your eyebrows at Aemond to challenge him once more. He was feeling so over-confident he accepted without an ounce of hesitation but the pride didn’t last for your quickly trapped his wolf on the board. “I’m all ears, my prince.” You declared with a mocking smile that made him grumble. What a sore loser.         “I believe you’re the best distraction.”       “No, no, no. Be honourable and follow the rules, please.” He glared at you and you contained your laugh to not vex him even more. You did not wish for this game to end for there was still so many things you wished to know about the prince. “Look! I’ve removed my dress.” You slouched on the chair and gestured at your body with a bright teasing smile as you watched Aemond’s look follow your hands go down. His lilac eye lingered on your breasts for a moment to gaze at their beautiful round shape and at the rosy nipples your sheer linen chemise couldn’t hide.           “Hmm” He smirked, liking the sight and then focused his eye back on your beautiful face. “You’re a brilliant manipulator, aren’t you?”       “You’ve just figured that out? After so many years in my company?” You giggled and Aemond allowed himself to chuckle briefly.

However, his smile died as soon as realized the secret that his tongue itched to reveal. He had never said it to anyone, keeping his opinion to himself only even though he had many times wanted to spill it.     But who would care about it? His mother? He was certain she’d eventually just give him another sermon on duty just like his grandsire. His siblings? They weren’t close and knowing Aegon, he would probably laugh and complain that his burden’s heavier than Aemond’s while Helaena – who would undoubtedly be a good listener - would merely give him a gentle and companionate smile. Criston Cole? What would he do about it except compare himself to Aemond and tell him how life is hard and unfair. But you… Somehow, he wanted to tell you. Somehow, he thought you might care. You were his midnight relief after all and for years you had never shown anything but loyalty to him. His secrets were safe with you. You had proved that many times. Therefore, he finally admitted it.             “I believe I’m a pawn in my family’s game of thrones and that I deserve better.”           You frowned, confused by the prince’s words and when you saw him avoiding your look, his eye staring at the black sheep pawn rolling between his fingers, your heart broke for him. You knew that Aemond was a lonely soul, that he craved for recognition and attention and wasn’t afraid to use his rogue attitude to get them. He was a middle child with a proneness to neglect and ignorance after all and as any second son in House Targaryen he had grown up in the shadow of his siblings and their glorious destinies. You knew that he despised his position - he had often disrespected his siblings and his father in your presence- but since he rarely looked insecure you thought he wasn’t so bothered. Clearly you were wrong. The young man was apparently a downcast man with an enormous chip on his shoulder and that was a facet of his intriguing personality he had remarkably kept to himself for years. You wondered what triggered him to reveal it tonight.       “And why do you believe that?”       “One win. One confession.” He said, faking a self-confident smirk as he threw the pawn on the table. “Those were your rules, starlight.”   “Now who’s the brilliant manipulator, my prince? You know if you just want to see me bare you can just tell me.”             He had a sad silent chuckle but at least it was sincere. Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough to erase his sudden gloom.

You stood up in silence and walked to him. Instinctively, he turned his chair towards you to face you and look up to you. With a soft smile you approached your hand to his face and asked for the permission to touch him. He replied by pressing his cheek and then the corner of his heart-shaped lips against your palm almost as if to kiss it. Your caressed him, trying not to linger your thumb on his scar because he hated being reminded of its existence, and admired him relax more and more under your comforting touch until his eye closed and you smiled at how peaceful he seemed.             “Do you want me to get naked for you?” You asked with a voice as soft as cotton knowing how much he liked the comfort of your bare body against his. Aemond’s eye opened in a flash and he gazed at you, needy but mostly begging.     “Are we still playing?”           “Only if you want to, my dragon.”   “If you take off your chemise right now that would be a very easy victory for me … it would almost be boring even.”         “Boring, really?”         You brought your hands to the sleeves of your sheer garment to slide them down your shoulders and slowly reveal your perky breasts. The thin linen instantly hardened your nipples when it brushed them and you observed Aemond’s fascinated stare devouring the two little buds. He craved to feel them. You could tell it. But he was resisting, his hands tightened around the armrests of his wooden chair so hard his knuckles were white. It was almost amusing to see him pointlessly forbid himself a thing he would eventually claim for himself in a moment. “I believe they want me to wed a Baratheon to secure Lord Borros’ support.”   So that’s why he was still keeping his hands to himself. He still wanted to play.   “How do you know?” “I heard my grandsire the Hand mention it a few times even before my brother’s coronation. Now, I’m sure it is just a matter of time before they send me to Storm’s End.” “Is that a bad thing?”             He gestured at the rest of your chemise, ordering you silently to show him what the ivory garment was still hiding, meaning your legs and your womanhood. You obeyed, having a feeling that Aemond only pretended to keep on playing your game and that he actually didn’t care about the rule that said to remove a piece of fabric to gain a confession. He just wanted to talk, to offload his thoughts, but he was too proud to show it. He had to feel like you were taking his words from him. A twisted kind of power play perhaps or a fear to betray his family.       The prince watched the chemise pool down at your feet and then he slouched on his chair to look up and down your body with a darkened eye.   “I believe I don’t like being considered a good you can trade. But I know my duty to my family and to the crown. I’ll wed the Storm girl, bed her if needed but I will not put an heir in her belly. One half-dragon half-stag creature is enough to know that Targaryen blood don’t mix well with the blood of lesser houses. In fact, I’d rather have a child with you than with a plain-featured Baratheon and you’re my uncle’s bastard and a serving girl.”   Even if it probably wasn’t the prince’s goal, his words sounded cruel and insulting again but at least he had had the presence of mind to not to call you a whore this time. So perhaps there was a hint of sympathy somewhere in his heart. “Thank you I guess … my prince.” You insisted (not so discreetly) on his title since positions were so important. He noticed and suddenly he grabbed you by your hips to bring you between his legs and press his forehead against your belly. You wondered if it was his clumsy way to apologize or to comfort you.     “All I’m saying is that Targaryen blood must remain pure. Mayhaps after the war I will be allowed to sire children with someone worthy of my bloodline.” He confessed before weirdly nudging his nose in your navel while you frowned at him.       “You would get rid of your lady wife?”       “I would not kill her, do not look at me like that.” He retorted although he didn’t even glance at you and simply guessed your frown, his face still nestled against you. You couldn’t help but be pleasantly surprised. You would have never thought he knew you enough to divine your reactions. “But when the Baratheons won’t be needed anymore, I’ll ask my brother for his benediction to put an end to the marriage. That’s why I hope I won’t have to go through the wedding or the bedding ceremony. The preservation of my future wife’s maidenhead will make the annulment easier.” His wish for an annulment reassured you. “After all I’ve said, I believe you should take more clothes off.”   “I have no clothes left to take off, my prince.” “But I do.”

You smiled lightly, amused by his sudden boldness and gently put your hands on his chest to unbuckle his leather tunic. You could sense the Prince’s lilac stare on you and even though you wanted to gaze, certain you could remove his clothes without looking since you had done it countless times before, your eyes still remained on the task at hand. One buckle, two buckles, three buckles and the tunic opened enough to slightly reveal his hairless pale chest. You drew an invisible line along Aemond’s torso with your index, giving him discreet goosebumps, and when you reached his belt, you finally looked up at him.     He tensed when you pulled the strap but he never glanced away from your face even when you put the belt on the table. His look was impatient and lustful, as usual, but it was also fascinated and almost enamoured of your beauty… The beauty of a bastard whore? Come on girl, don’t be silly.             “I’ve heard Lord Borros has four daughters and that they are quite beautiful. Mayhaps, you will find one to your taste, one you’ll like.” “Hmm … I doubt it.”   You tried to hide your satisfied smile and focused your attention back on Aemond’s tunic. But then, as you freed him from the uncomfortable leather, a question or rather an image popped in your head. Other hands … hands belonging to another woman, to his future wife getting your prince naked. It left you with a heavy heart that you tried to ignore.         “I can see a question is burning your tongue. What is it?” When you caught Aemond’s eye again, he was studying your face, definitely intrigued but you shook your head and smiled. It’s nothing. But the Targaryen prince like any dragon was persistent.     “You play the believer now.” He declared and you chuckled. Fine.          

“What will happen to …” You started but then changed your confession completely. That was not cheating right? “What will happen to me once you’re wed? I know how dutiful you are, my prince. I know you’re a decent man who does not betray his vows. Will you …” You hesitated again. You couldn’t possibly ask him ‘Will you still fuck me?’ “Will you send me back … to the brothel?”         “Is that what you are afraid of?”       Yes and not really.       “Oh my starlight. Do you really think there’s a woman out there able to compete with you? You’re the accomplice who keeps my secrets, the distraction who makes me forget my troubles, the lady of my nights who burns my loins but most of all you’re my midnight relief. For my own sanity I can’t let you go. I thought you knew that by now.”           “I was a whore in a brothel, my prince. I’m used to being used and abandoned especially by people who said they would never leave me. I’m always the girl one abandons. This the curse the gods cast on me even before I was born.”     You could have witnessed the hint of compassion clouding Prince Aemond’s face if only you had not looked away to hide your pain.           “When I was thirteen, I fell in love with the son of a smith. I thought he loved me back. Turns out he only wanted to fuck me for free. Once he got what he expected from me, he left me. Two years later, it was a gorgeous Tyrell lord who tricked me. He used to be a client, constantly promising me to take me away from the brothel and marry me but he never did and eventually he wedded a noble lady.” You sneered, hating your younger self for the fool she used to be, a reaction that the Targaryen knew all too well. “But the worst happened when my mother died of syphilis… ‘Daemon’ she whispered on her death bed as she held my hand… Until her dying breath, my mother had only love for the man who never cared for us. She never loved the daughter who took care of her, stood by her and loved her unconditionally despite all the horrible things she had put me through. My life before you was just a succession ofdisappointments and heartbreaks, my prince, endless pains that broke me only to make me tougher and break me again. And when your brother brought me here, I made a promise to myself; that I would not let anyone shatter me ever again.” You last words could have sounded like a threat if Aemond hadn’t known what they truly meant. He too had experienced of the pain born from ignorance, the impression that love was something you had to earn and the neglect of a parent. He knew what it was to be treated like dirt or like a ghost, to crave for a place to fit in and for another life. He knew how you felt for your feelings weren’t so different from what he was keeping in his heart.                 “Sit down here.” Aemond’s voice brought you back from your miserable past and he placed his hand on the table to repeat his command he thought you had not heard. “Obey your prince.” You arched an eyebrow, wondering why he wished for you to sit down on the table. He was the kind of man that would rather take you in a bed so this couldn’t be to claim your body. And yet as soon as your arse touched the wood, the prince spread your legs and turned his chair towards you to admire your humid rosy flesh.           Aemond didn’t know much about the act of the flesh. This statement was one of the only truths he would ever admit to himself because he saw his ignorance as the proof of his decency. He didn’t want to be a depraved wastrel like Aegon, believing that every little thing that made him different from his brother was a strength.   The little (and everything) he knew about sex he had learnt by listening to Aegon or thanks to the obscene things he had witnessed in the brothel he had visited when he was thirteen, the brothel where he had found you. But there were things he had never dared try or even think about trying. And yet he was contemplating one of them right now because he had the feeling it would make you feel better. After all, he had experienced the bliss of your mouth around his cock enough times to believe that giving you a similar treatment could make you forget your tourment.

He was pouting, studying your womanhood with a frown for the first time in six years, not caring about you discomfort if you even felt some. He had shoved his cock in that hole many times before. He had even grinded it along you slit and covered your little bush with his seed. But all this had come quite spontaneously, naturally even, because a man’s cock belongs in a woman’s cunt. But a man’s mouth … was it made to eat the delicious-looking fruit between a woman’s thighs? Aemond’s mouth was watery, eager to taste the pomegranate before him. It looked juicy and tender. Appetising. But despite the hungry call, the young prince could still hear his modesty telling him to reconsider his desire. It was strong enough to stop his mouth, but it wasn’t to stop his hand.             You gasped when you felt Aemond’s fingertips touch and slowly slide down between your warm lips. His stroke was unexpected and more than unusual. And yet you didn’t dare comment on it, allowing the prince to discover your womanhood.     “Is it the thing you touch before you scream and clench around me?” He asked as he brushed the little opening above your entrance. “No, no it’s not that.”             “Then what is it?”       You could hear the curiosity in his voice, making him sound almost adorable. Quietly you led his finger slightly higher, up to your clitoris. “It’s that thing.” “Hmm” He sounded genuinely intrigued so you explained. “Men who believe a woman’s pleasure only lies inside of her are fools. You can make a woman feel good without shoving your cock in her cunt. Her neck, her breasts, her lower back, her stomach, her inner thighs, even her ears. Those are the parts that can make a woman scream if touched properly of course… But her ultimate weakness lies there.” Guided by his inquisitiveness, Aemond allowed his finger to briefly rub your little bud, wondering if he could make you squeak a little. As soon as he saw you squirm on the table and heard a little gasp, a smirk tugged at his lips. He seemed amused, proud even as if your little reaction was a victory.             Meanwhile the same question still burned your lips. Why was he doing that?     You thought about asking but then Aemond’s lips suddenly closed around your clit and you mewled in pleasure and surprise as your hands grasped the edge of the table to keep you still. “Oh my … aaaah”  

Aemond’s hungry grunts were muffled, his heart-shaped lips busy pulling and sucking on your little bud, his strong hands on your thighs to keep your legs opened. He did not regret having yielded to temptation for the taste of your tender warm flesh was the best taste of defeat ever. It was like a delicious honey sweet slowly melting between his lips and offering him the most exquisite nectar and it was so addictive the prince could imagine his mouth eating you for hours.       When your clit started hardening between his lips, the prince’s mouth opened wider to let his tongue come out to greet it. The tip touched it first, with curiosity but no caution at all for he was too famished to be gentle. As a consequence, you moaned loudly and clenched your legs around his head. Aemond’s instinctive reaction was to stare up at you and reopen your legs. “I’m sorry, my prince.” You apologized when you noticed he wasn’t looking away from your reddened face. But he didn’t not want your apologies, too seduced by the sound of your voice his tongue managed to get from you.     Wishing to hear you again and even louder, he lapped at your lips this time, following your slit from your entrance up to your bud. You cursed and brought a hand to your mouth to keep you silent. A mistake. Aemond pulled your little button between his lips, sucking on the tiny piece of flesh hard to make you scream in pleasure.           “Please my prince, it’s too good. I can’t … I can’t…” You begged, your cheeks burning hot. “Starlight, with that storm raging outside, I am quite certain you can scream as loud as you want. No one in this castle will hear you.” He declared, his lips glistening with his saliva and your juices. “Besides, I want you to tell me how good I am.”         “You’re amazing, my dragon.” You complimented. “But why—”   Aemond buried his face back between your thighs to tease your entrance with his tongue. It was clearly an attempt at shutting you up and it worked very well. “I didn’t say I wanted you to ask questions. I said I wanted you to tell me how good I am. Understood?”           You nodded.   “Sȳz.”(Good.) “Sȳz riña iksan?” (Am I a good girl?) You asked in his mother tongue, to let him know you understood the word. Aemond’s eye widened in pleasant surprise and he made a mental note to ask you later how you knew High Valyrian. Because right now he had to slap your thigh hard to punish you for your disobedience.           “I said no questions, my insolent flower.” You contained a cheeky smile and slowly placed your palm on the hand that had smacked you to cautiously lead it back to your fold. It was a bold initiative. Making the prince do something? You had only dreamt of that. You expected him to brush you off and slap your hand away. But he didn’t. Instead, he let you to bring his fingers to your soft and soaked lips with an inquisitive look. “Since I can’t ask question and can only tell you how good you are, allow me tell you this. You’d be more than amazing if you put a finger in there.” Aemond hesitated for an instant, wondering if what you were suggesting wasn’t too obscene even if a part of him craved for this lustful touch. But when your eyes called to him with a lewd gleam, he couldn’t continue denying you or himself.             One of his fingertips teased your humid entrance, spreading your wetness along it. It was sticky and warm, making his skin beautifully glisten. Nothing disgusting, merely arousing.  So Aemond slid his finger inside of you. Your plaintive long moan made his cock – that he had managed to ignore for so long - throb in his trousers and he discreetly squirmed on his chair. He never thought pleasing a woman could be so delightful.           You undulated your hips to feel his digit go in and out of you but also to show Aemond what he was supposed to do. Fortunately, he was not so clueless and he got the message. He pushed his finger in and out, alternatively glancing at your juices coating his skin and at your flushed lovely face with a smirk.       “Another, please.” You begged in a sensual whisper and he plunged a second finger in your hole. Your walls stretched around them and your back arched to take all his phalanxes. “Seven hells, you’re incredible.” You moaned, remembering he wanted to be complimented. “What if I add my tongue?” He asked with mischief and you furrowed your brow. Seriously? “How would I be?”       “Mayhaps, you should find out yourself.” You encouraged and he instantly buried his face back between your thighs to unceremoniously lick your cunt almost like a starving cat drinking a bowl of milk.        

Aemond’s excitement made his mouth hand coordination clumsy but it was still enjoyable enough to hit you with by a powerful wave of pleasure. You moaned loudly and instinctively knotted your fingers in his long silver hair to beg for more and offer your sex like a needy whore. Your hunger for his mouth and fingers was met with a new slap on your thigh and you grunted. “Aren’t you forgetting something, starlight?” He smirked and you whimpered, frustrated by the absence of his tongue along your slit.       “Please, my prince.”   “Such a whining needy flower. Is the pleasure I give you so heady you can no longer understand what I want? Tell me how I am.” He ordered with a harsh voice before he abruptly pushed his fingers deeper inside of you to purposely make you cry out.             “You’re prodigious.” The compliment satisfied him and after a new proud smirk he went back to tickle your throbbing clit with his amazing tongue.                       You begged him not to stop. You begged him for more. Even if you knew you should not beg or ask anything from him. You were supposed to be the giver, the pleaser. But nevertheless, Aemond responded to each one of your pleadings with guttural growls that vibrated against your swollen reddened lips and that ultimately sent you over the edge. You ended up crying out ‘my prince’ over and over again, loudly, not caring if the storm outside was powerful enough to cover your voice until your body became limp and all that was left of you was a panting breath and a pool between your thighs.       “Drējī sȳz riña iksa.” (You’re truly a good girl) Aemond purred and then he got up from his chair and took your chin between his fingers. You could smell yourself on them but you were too dizzy to make a comment.         “Teach me more.” He demanded with a dark voice and a perversity that you never thought existed. You wanted to catch your breath first but your prince was impatient, his lilac eye burning with excitement and the bulge in his leather trousers illustrating his eagerness perfectly.  

“As you might agree, the act doesn’t start when a man enters a woman.” You began breathless and he listened with an attentive ear. “It starts when their skins touch...” You brushed Aemond’s hot chest, slowly tracing soft lines with your fingers from his pectorals down to his abs. “…when their eyes meet.” You looked back at his young face, deep in his eyes and you carefully unstrapped his eyepatch to reveal his sapphire.       You had seen the fancy blue jewel many times, enough times to no longer notice its presence in the socket, enough time to treat the gem like another eye, enough times to make you believe you were the only one in the Red Keep capable to touch that eyepatch and look at Aemond’s sapphire without making him uncomfortable or angry.       “So much pleasure can be given with one look. Teasing is exiting. Showing your partner that you lust after them is arousing. But don’t just make them feel beautiful. Make them feel like they’re the most beautiful, the most desirable. Say it, show it.”     You pressed your forehead against the prince’s and rubbed your nose against his as you cupped his face in your hands to silently caress his cheeks with a tenderness and an adoration that made him forget his scar and his missing eye.   “My handsome dragon.” You whispered close to lips and you felt him shiver against your palms.         “I hope you’re not lying.” He admitted with a broken murmur.     “I would never lie to you. Ever.” You comforted him, forcing him to look at you in the eye to make your words a promise. “You’re beautiful, Aemond.”

Aemond felt your sincerity pierce his heart and in a moment of joy and gratitude, he unexpectedly caught your lips with his own. He had never kissed a girl before and he would be a liar if he said the thought of kissing you had never crossed his mind, because it had, countless times when he was buried inside of you to the hilt or even when you just smiled at him. Your lips had called his for years and tonight was the perfect night to claim them. His mouth brushed yours slowly, gently, quietly to discovered its texture, its taste, delicately as if it was sacred. Your lips were soft and full, accepting his caresses and giving them back without condition or without the reluctance a lady might have felt kissing a man as maimed as him.         You were kissing him with adoration and generosity and all he could feel apart from thankfulness was an amazing wellness that gave him the impression he was resting on a cloud. You were the one to end that kiss with a tiny peck on Aemond’s mouth, an affectionate gesture that made him smile softly. You beamed at his sweet expression and touched his lips as if to capture it on your fingertip.          

Neither of you knew what to say and you quickly came to the conclusion that perhaps there was no words to say, only things to do. Your bodies would do the talking. Your face still close to Aemond’s, you unlaced his leather trousers and pulled them down along his legs with your hands first and then with your feet until they reached his calves. He didn’t glance at your fingers when they blindly wrapped around his hard and erected cock, his purple iris devouring your eyes, but he winced in pleasure and brought his hips closer to your body to unconsciously fuck your hand. You watched him, his lips partially parted breathing hot puffs into your mouth until they decided to claim your mouth in a new kiss.         This one was more passionate than the first one. It wasn’t only lips. It was lips, hands and arms. Hungrier, it was eating you, suffocating you and sucking the air out of your lungs. But that kind of ravenousness was pleasant. It made you feel extremely desirable.

Aemond’s cock was throbbing in your hand, thrusting in your grip, aching, frustrating, craving for a sensation other than the one your palm around it was giving him, something warmer, wetter. You could feel it and you would not torture your prince any longer. He had given you so much tonight, he deserved the hole he desperately wanted.         You guided his shaft at your entrance and pushed the tip in. “A man doesn’t have to take a woman like a hound takes a bitch. There are so many ways two bodies can interlock, so many positions… like this one” And then you wrapped your legs around his waist and lead him inside you.       He slid into your cunt with an easiness that made you both moan and that encouraged Aemond to sheathe his cock to the hilt. His hands on the small of your back, he started taking a fast and frantic pace. You dug your nails in his back to let him hammer you the way he wanted, moaning and whimpering in his ear. “When you fuck a woman, listen to her.” You declared; your words occasionally interrupted by your cries of pleasure. “Her moans, her breath. Feel her body, study it. Her shivers, her undulations, the way she holds onto you and tense in your hands. Let her tell you what she likes, what she wants but not just with words.”           “What about what I want?” He asked, pounding you as he usually would.           “Speak, guide her. But if it’s that girl is me, trust me. I know what you want… what you can love.”     You let go of Aemond’s back to place his hands on your hips, making him stop his intense thrusting. Eye-to-eye, you began undulating on the table, your movements sensual and gracious as if you were dancing. Aemond watched your curves move and your pussy slide around his cock with awe but what he loved most was your eyes who had not looked away from his face even once since you started fucking him slow.           Aemond was a dominant and a rough lover but he had to admit that your languorous pace was more than pleasant. It allowed him to feel you on every inch of his long cock, a delicious sensation that his frenzy had never given him. But despite his pleasure, he still missed your screams and his cock was throbbing so much in your hole, begging him to just fuck you hard again and finish it. Even though Prince Aemond wasn’t the easiest man to read, your previous work had taught you to decipher the whims of the most mysterious men. And so, when you noticed his frustration growing and burning dark in his eye, you lied down on the table and placed your ankles on his shoulder.         “Go ahead.” You wanted him to feel amazing, to cum like he had made you cum.

Delight made him smirk and he grabbed your hips to bury his cock deep into you. Your warm wetness was enticing, encouraging Aemond to accentuate his moves after each thrusting until his balls began to slap against your drenched entrance and he became unstoppable. Watching your beautiful breasts bounce, he kept pounding you hard until your toes finally curled on his shoulder and your body arched on the table. “I’m almost there.” You mewled and he chuckled, proud to see you so close to coming undone without being forced to touch your clit. Your growing pleasure was his doing and it was the most satisfying thing to witness.         “Do you have one final lesson for me?” He teased as he continued his hammering, refusing to change the pace to help you talk.     “No.” You cried out and your walls clenched hard around his cock as you screamed his name and various onomatopoeias and curses, not caring about how loud or vulgar you could possibly sound.                       Aemond grunted when he felt you tightened but he delayed his orgasm to let you finish your own. However, as soon as you were done, your body exhausted and limp on the table, he pulled his cock out to cover your stomach with his white seed. It splashed without the help of his hand and made him growl intensely like a beast, his knuckles on each side of your face, his body bent over yours.           The prince hissed and winced as the last drops felt on your skin and you lay a kiss on his tightened lips that opened like a flower when they felt your mouth. The kiss was tired and sweet this time, lovely.           “Damn you, woman.” He joked, overwhelmed by the intensity he had just experienced. “What have you done to me?” 

(PART 3)

[misguidedasgardian]

Dragon's Mistress (5)

5. Plaything

MASTERLIST

Summary: You get caught in the middle of their schemes 

Warnings: cursing, mentions of war, mentions of death, humiliation, use of the word bastard and traitor, incest, witchcraft and attempted poisoning, smut, might miss some warnings

+18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount:  3.1 k

Notes: I'm sorry for the delay! I want to say than starting next chapter, things will get smuttier, but darker...and I'm not doing a taglist for this story, sorry loves

You were dismissed so you took the opportunity to relax in your chambers, trying to meditate on how Alys Rivers’ presence here affected you.

If it was true and she and Aemond were married, was she here to stay?

She clearly thought you were “entertaining” her “husband”, so she didn’t like you, if she was to stay here that was certainly going to be a problem, on the other hand, you might have been treated like a servant, but this was your home, you were of Valyrian descent, you were certainly positioned over some bastard witch, were you not? but Aemond seemed hellbent on humiliating you, perhaps he was going to place Alys over you as well, and you were not looking forward to more humiliation from his part. 

Perhaps she was going to convince him to leave this place and go back to Harrenhal… or perhaps… she was here to stay…

It troubled you

It was already nighttime, so as was already a custom, you heard a faint knock on your door and you knew it was Dalya

“I’m here with a bath for you My Lady”, she said with a smile, and you felt guilty that you made a bath for Aemond and he was probably not going to take it

But you were

“Thank you”. You prepared your own bath with the help of the servants 

BUt when you couldn’t find relaxation in the tub, you blamed Aemond, for everything, a looming presence over you that made you feel on edge, like if you took a wrong step he was going to punish you, kill you or worse. There was not going to be honor in your punishment, or in your death, or in your life, he has taken your honor and your grace, Dalya only still treated you as a lady because of her own kindness, but nothing else.

So you rubbed your skin almost raw with a sponge, and then you left quickly, these were not pleasures anymore, you couldn’t have pleasures, you were only a servant, if you managed to understand it, you were going to become stronger, you believed. You couldn’t give more reason to Aemond to punish you 

The you dried yourself and were about to put on your night dress, but a knock on the door interrupted you, the person let themselves in after those warnings knocks, and it was Dalya

“My lady, His grace is calling you”, you paled, you really couldn’t fathom why he would call you at this hour

“Now?”

“Right now”, she said urgently, "I'll help you. You had no choice but to put on a simple black dress that required no bodice underneath, it was too tight, stick to your form, and a simple pair of slippers, and you were on your way to the Prince Of Dragonstone, fixing your hair on the way

When you entered his rooms you found the dark haired witch seated on Aemond’s lap, his big hands were around her hips, caressing her there. She was wearing a simple silk black dress which adjusted to her perfect figure. She was feeding him grapes and cubes of cheese and dropping kisses on his jaw, and the intimacy of their position made you blush

“You called for me… your grace?”, you couldn’t call him your prince, you had the feeling Alys was going to curse you if you did

“You refer to me as “your prince” or have you forgotten?”, he asked, anger twisting his face

“What can I do for you, my prince?”, you asked with a high pitch voice, your eyes fell to the floor in front of you, not daring to look at the couple

“That is better”, he said simply, “I did call for you, you are my servant are you not?”, Aemond asked, as Alys giggled as you were the silliest thing on the island

“I am”, you said, trying to sound energetic, but not improper. She took her goblet from the table and handed it to you

“Bring me wine”, she commanded, and you didn’t know what to do, you looked at Aemond who was looking back at you with curiosity, sick amusement too. You decided to made haste to take the cup from her hands and bring it to the corner where the silver pitcher was, you filled it and brought it back to her

She took it from your hand, her nails digging into your fingers for only just a second, but enough to make you withdrawn your hand immediately like she burned

Aemond seemed pleased 

And you wondered if he was going to keep you there all night long

Aemond lowered his face and kissed Alys with passion, hungrily, grunting as she moaned, you looked away, embarrassed, you didn’t want to be there 

You wondered why he summoned you, and then you almost chuckled… he wanted to humiliate you, that was his purpose, in regards to you, that is all it was 

When you looked back at Aemond he was looking at you with a mocking smile on his face, and you cursed yourself and your face for being so transparent, as you couldn’t hide your disgust 

“Does serving your prince bother you?”, he mocked 

“No, my prince, but I think you would prefer… to be alone with your lady wife”, you said simply, and his face turners and twisted, in something hard to read

He stood up, making Alys stumble off his lap, you had to bite your tongue not to laugh

“You are making assumptions far over your place, servant”, he snapped, and you wondered why he got so angry only by your words, was she not his wife?

He was fuming.

Alys appearing in Dragonstone was troublesome, yes, he did not expect to see her again, he was done with her, or that is what he believed. He had left her like the lady of Harrenhal, he had begged Aegon to make her a real woman from house Strong, and Aegon, between laughs and spilled wine he had granted his wish, then he had left her like the Lady of Harrenhal, with the riches and lands with the title

He had believed it was enough.

He was not married to the witch, one night after he fucked her, she had taken his hand, cut his palm and licked the blood off of it, then recited a few words binding them together. And even though he believes Alys, and her magic, what she has seen and done, he did not believe that would make them husband and wife, he was not binded to her, he was not her husband, she was not his wife.

But Alys was here, so Aemond could take advantage of that fact, use her to anger you, to corner you, to lure your feelings out.

But you did not looked jealous, you looked disgusted, you did not look angry, you looked wretched and sad

This was not what he wanted

And you too believed Aemonf was married to Alys, as the witch told everyone who encountered her path, that both were married. It almost cost his mother a heart attack when she heard of the tale

His darling son married to a bastard witch 

She prayed to the seven for a week straight, day and night, for them to take Aemond back into the right path.

So no, this was turning messy, and he was not going to be able to “work” on you properly with that witch here. He had to get rid of her. He had to evoke dark feeling from you

“Get out”, he only mumbled, and you were fast to comply, grabbing the skirts of your dress so they wouldn’t make it difficult for you to run back to your chambers before he changed his mind. Only when you were behind the door of your room you let yourself breathe properly

You went to bed fairly quickly, scared that he was going to summon you again.

When you woke up the next morning, you did so alone, the sun coming through the windows let you know that it was already the middle of the morning, you jumped out of bed, scared, where was Dalya? was she well? she usually would wake you up early so you would be always ready for Aemond in case he needed you.

You got dressed quickly, and you left the room. You walked towards Aemond’s rooms, and as you tended to do, you opened the door

Big mistake

Alys was riding Aemond, moaning like a mistress, and Aemond was underneath her, taking her hips. You were about to exit the room, but your eyes met the witch’s 

“Are you joining us, or just watching?”, Aemond found you as well, and he looked like he was enjoying himself

“I’m sorry”, you cried, and exited the room. Even though you had never seen anything like it, and even though you knew was sex was all about, you couldn’t help but feel… beyond embarrassed of course… you felt relieved

Relieved, Aemond had another one to satisfy… those needs… because you had started to feel uneasy when he looked at you, but now, he had Alys, you felt relieved, perhaps he only hates you for being Rhaenyra’s daughter, and nothing else…

You started to look for Dalya throughout the palace, she has been giving you small lessons on how attent Aemond, and you were about to learn how to properly serve a meal and make bread. But you couldn’t find her anywhere

You started to get worried 

Nobody else knew anything, nobody has seen anything, and you didn’t even know where her chambers where, so you couldn’t look for her in the servant’s quarters

Defeated, you went back to your room, and you whimpered when you saw Alys there, she had a cup in her hand

“I’m sorry for interrupting you in the morning”, you said, but she only smiled

“We like it when we are being watched”, you didn’t need to know that, “wine?”, she offered, but you shook your head

“No thank you”, she did not seemed to like that, she scowled, and left the wine and pitcher in the small table you had in the middle of the room

“I don’t know what you want”, she muttered

“What?”, you asked, confused

“What do you want?”, she asked, “for him to take you, make you his? make you his wife?”

“I want nothing of the sort”, you fought, but she wouldn’t listen, she only chuckled darkly

“Of course you don’t”, she mocked

“He killed my family”, you whispered

“And yet you stayed here and looked at him with your puppy eyes… fuck me eyes”, she taunted with a bitterness of a jealous woman

“I do not”, you answered, hurt by her words, if she believed you wanted that man to take you, she was mistaken, and sick, and you wondered if Aemond would get mad if you answer back to her, if you insult her… 

“You are nothing but his plaything”, she mocks, “he enjoys playing with you”

“He hates me because I’m Rhaenyra’s daughter”, you said seriously, she only chuckled

“I’m just wondering if you are so naive, or you are just an idiot”, she snaps, “no matter, I will take you out of the way, you know what they say about me, it’s all true, I can make men fall dead at my command”

“Do it then”, you invited, not fearing her, no nothing, is not that you believed her or not, believed in magic or not, you just wouldn’t submit to her. 

She looked at you with her deep green eyes, looked right into your soul, and she was wide-eyed when it didn’t work, nothing happened. She reached out for you, you looked at her hand, and it looked… macabre, it did not belonged to a living person

She touched your cheek, and yet, nothing happened, you looked back into her eyes and now it was she who looked scared of you. You grabbed her hand in yours, taking it out of your face

“The Targaryens are fire and magic turn to flesh”, you said, her blackened hand trapped between yours, “you can’t hurt me, not here”, you said back, and you relished in the fear in her eyes, “I’m the descendant of Daenys the dreamer, Visenya the warrior Queen, who also studied magic”, you spit out, “of Maegor the cruel, you cannot touch me here”, you let go of her hand, your hand imprinted on red in her wrist. She took it to her chest, to caress it with her other hand.

And Alys swore she could hear a dragon growling in the distance

Or perhaps it was only you 

She left your rooms there and then, the door rattled behind you when it closed hard. 

And then you finally breathed, you walked towards the table and the wine, you took it in your hand and then you walked towards the balcony and threw it over it, into the dark seas underneath the castle. 

You didn't know it then, but you scapeed death by poison right then and there.

Now you truly wanted to flee the castle, being subdued by Aemond was one thing, but a mad jealous witch was another thing entirely.

You left your chambers to look for Dalya, she had been born on the island, which meant that she could easily help you find people to take you to safety… for a price of course, but a help was a help…

But alas, you couldn’t find her, your search was interrupted when a soldier came looking for you

“They want to see you”, he said nervously

“Who?”

“Prince Aemond and the witch”, he whispered, and you whined in fear 

He escorted you back to the princes’ chambers, and you entered at his command, he was again with Alys on his lap

“Where were you?”, he asked, “I needed my servant and you weren’t there”

“I’m very sorry my Prince”, you whispered, “I was looking for one of the servants”, you admitted, a servant missing had to be drawn to his attention

“Yes, I thought so”, you raise your head to look at him

“Where is Dalya?”, you asked Aemond bluntly, and he smiled

“I dismissed her”, he said dismissively

“What?”, you whined, “why?”, he only looked at you, mockingly, tempting you

“He does not answer to you, servant”, Alys said simply, mockingly. And you had to look away because you were going to cry, your only friend… gone, Aemond chuckled and you winced

“It seems I’ve been too permissive with you”, he muttered

“Please”, you whined, but you didn’t cry, you couldn’t not anymore

“Fetch us wine, servant”, Alys said, her head pointing at the corner where a small table stood with wine 

You walked slowly towards it, and poured two cups, you turned back and walked towards them both. You looked into Aemond’s eye and he seemed slow, drowsy, but it was probably the morning fuck.

As you were to give him the cup, you tripped with the skirt of your dress, and you could do nothing to stop your fall so you dropped the wine, the goblets crushing on the floor, and you fell over the dark red pool

“You idiot!”, cursed Alys, and you whimpered when you felt a sharp pain in your knees

“I’m sorry”, you stood up far too quickly. Alys seemed angrier than normal, you just drop a couple of goblets of wine, the spill didn’t even reached her, but she looked enraged

Aemond seemed to wake up from his stupor, moving Alys to stand up

“What happened?”, he asked, he seemed concern

“I’m sorry, I tripped”, you whispered, “I will clean it up”, you left the room to fetch a bucket and a mop, leaving them in the room

And chaos ensued

Aemond watched the pool of wine on the floor, and he could clearly see an unnatural ring of color, he then looked at Alys by his side

“What did you do?”, he asked. Aemond knows her, he knows how her magic works, and as he looked at the misshapen rings in the spilled wine, he knew she had tried to poison him with one of her potions, he guessed, with the one that made him pliable, the one that made him surrender to her 

He turned towards her and grabbed her

“You had been giving me the elixir, haven’t you?”, Alys looked at him in fear, “I swear this is the last time you will do such a thing!”

“You will regret it!”, Alys threatened

“Oh will I?”, he mocked, “will you curse me?”

“Not you”, she said with a sick smile, Aemond lost it, he grabbed her by the throat

“Don’t you dare”, he hissed, looking into her green eyes

“I will not harm her, you will do it on your own”, she whispered dangerously, “but what will come your way…”, she giggled then, a sickening, child like laugh, “you will need me Aemond”

“I doubt it”, he growled

“But you will, I have seen it, you will never met happiness”

“Shut up”, he said

“You will have her in body and mind, but you will never have her soul, you will never have her heart”, she spitted out

“I don’t believe you”

“Now you don’t believe me, you certainly did when I told you how to defeat Daemon Targaryen!”, she said, and he pushed her away from him

“I want you gone before sundown or I swear I will kill you”, he said, “I will burn you, I know how much Vhagar hates you”, she looked at him, enraged

“You would have me gone?”

“Yes”, he said bitterly, “be content with being the lady of Harrenhal, or be content with losing your head”, he spitted out, and with a last yearning look, she exited his room. She knew when the battle was lost 

She left the castle, and later that day Dragonstone

She might have loosened Aemond, but she smiled as she found one part of her plan succeeding, planting the seed of anger and fear in Aemond’s heart, her visions were never wrong… 

When you entered the room with the cleaning rag and a bucket of water, Aemond was alone looking out the window

“Leave that”, he commanded, and you looked at him

“What happened?”, you asked, he seemed… different, when he turned you gasped, his eyepatch was gone, instead, a big sapphire shining in the place of where his eye should be

“Does my sight frighten you, my lovely servant girl?”, he asked, and you shook your head, “good, because from now on you will not be my servant anymore”

“Sorry?”, you asked

“You will serve me… in other, more intimates matters”, you shook, taking a step back

“No… please”, you whined, and his face twisted

“I’m not asking”, and you whined, feeling now, truly frightened. 

[roalinda]

Entry for @prongsfoot-microfic

Yes, it is November and this for Sirius' Bday and the prompt is March's but we are going to pretend otherwise. 🙏

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March 23: Tea

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James pursed his lips. He stole a glance at his crystal watch and drummed his fingers on the table restlessly, putting yet another sugar cube in his tea distractedly, now nauseatingly sweet. It was a silent afternoon and the small cafè was not crowded, for which he was thankful. The last thing he needed was feeling awkward in front of a bunch of strangers as Sirius bolted, which he probably would. 

Cursing himself, he hid his face between his hands, strands of untidy black hair disastrously out of place. The more he thought about this plan, the less sense it made. What if Sirius found the whole deal weird? 

Unfortunately, it was too late to lament as a soft bell chime was heard and a handsome young man stepped in, catching everyone's attention like a walking magnet. He looked around and grinned upon finding James, waltzing straight to his table like some kind of graceful prince charming which should have been impossible considering the way he was dressed in leather and sin. He threw himself on the expensive love seat in front of James carelessly, his grin widening. 

"Hello, deer," he said, fascinating and surreal like always and James shuddered with anticipation, his anxiety slowly melting away by that pleasant baritone. 

"Hi, Si." 

"Am I right to assume you have asked me on a date?" Sirius' eyes were shining with mischief.

"Sorry love, but not today," James winked cheekily in response, smirking playfully. 

"Shame," Sirius teased.

"Indeed…" James replied softly.  "Then again, maybe it is a date. It's your birthday after all," he hummed. 

Sirius' eyes went wide and then softened. He had completely forgotten his own birthday but trust James to drag him out and remind him. 

"Oh, love…" he whispered affectionately and James smiled in amusement, knowing full well that his friend had forgotten his special day. 

"I have a present for you," James fiddled with a gift, decent in size and neatly wrapped with a ribbon. "I mean…you probably will find it strange…" he gulped and hid his sweaty palms under the table. 

"Don't be stupid, babe," smiled Sirius, distracted by opening the box like a giddy child, head spinning with joy. James always did things to him.

James gulped as Sirius opened the box. He could see the way mercury shone heavily in his friend's eyes and how colour drained from his handsome face. He prayed with all his heart that he hadn't messed up. 

"This…this is Mom and Dad's personal tea set..but you know it already…" James babbled with nervous laughter, biting his lips now and then. "Mom…Mom always told me that this will be their gift…from them to my future lover…to my choice…Sirius…you are my choice…you have been my choice for years…Mom and dad have passed away, so…" his voice faded slowly. 

Sirius blinked uncomprehendedly. He remembered summer days and winter nights in the Potter manor. He remembered tea and muffin times and warm laughter. He remembered the love in Effie's eyes and affection in Monty's words as they smiled at each other, sipping tea from their personal twin china cups, nothing but a masterpiece set, unique to the Potter family, a gift from soul mate to soul mate, crafted by strings of silent love and secret sorcery. 

He remembered asking Effie if the set was going to be James' one day. 'Not if he doesn't find true love. The set's magic will repel the holder unless the emotions are real.' And he had laughed bitterly, his chest painfully tight, because he knew he was not going to be loved like that by James. 

"James…" he whispered weakly. 

James remained silent, hazel doe eyes wide and terrified behind his glasses, trying to remain strong in case of rejection. 

"Do…do you understand what this means? You have just bestowed me with Potter bonding magic," Sirius murmured in awe.

"I did. Please have me, darling," whispered James breathlessly.

Sirius blinked at him, owlishly and sharp.

One beat.

Two beats.

Three beats. 

And then…

"Shall I romance you then, Mr.Potter?" 

[lostfirefly]

Heart of Courage

I had a very interesting dream tonight, kiddos. I woke up at 3 a.m and started writing it down.

My dreams are usually very vivid, often like films and I remember them very well. I'm not a writer, this story is my first attempt to write some kind of a fic. I wanted to post it on my page. I've edited the dream content a bit to make this more readable :)

Since English is not my native language, there may be mistakes. I apologise in advance :)

Feel free to share your thoughts.

Thanks to my friend @yujo-nishimura for giving me the confidence to post my dream here.

Thank you @laurasoretta for your kind words, prompts and support!

In my dream it was me and Buggy, but the story was transformed in the second person. I'm not sure about the title.

Ok, let's go, kiddos!

Main characters: OPLA Buggy the Clown and Fem!Reader.

Masterlist

No angst, smut etc. Possibly the presence of pirate language :)

The title is taken from the track "Heart of Courage" by Two Steps From Hell

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You and Buggy were out for a walk, talking about different things. You were glad to finally have a day alone with your captain.

He took you to a beautiful, secluded place. It was a deserted beach surrounded by high cliffs where the waves lapped noisily.

-I told you I'd make time for the two of us, - he said, sitting down on the sand, pulling you closer to him.

-I never doubted you, my love, - you said, leaning your back against his chest and winding his blue hair around your finger.

Suddenly everything went black in your eyes..

You woke up in an unknown place, your hands were tied. You noticed some unknown men around. Pirates, of course.

When you I finally came to your senses, you saw Buggy lying on the floor. There was no doubt he'd been beaten up, his mouth covered in blood, his red nose was bleeding.

-Ooh, look, your little whore's awake, - you heard a man's voice.

-Dan, are you sure she is with him?, - а second man's voice came from round the corner.

-What are you talking about, Peters?, - the first man asked with surprise in his voice.

-Well... maybe she's just a one-night stand... you know.

-No, no, no, no, look at the way he's looking at her... What? is our boy worried about his whore?, - hissed the man.

Focusing your gaze, you finally caught a glimpse of the two men. Dan was short, a little overweight, missing his front teeth, his face completely covered with scars. His brown hair was all tangled up. He smelled like a garbage can. Yeah, hygiene was clearly not a priority for him. Peters, on the other hand, was tall and very thin. His white hair was braided.

-Shut your mouth, - you heard Buggy's voice.

-Ooh, look at that, Peters! Our clown's the protector! - he hissed, grabbing Buggy by the neck. Dan's eyes scanned the space between you and your captain, - Well, let's get back to our business. I heard your whore found some maps. Especially one that I reaaaally need.

-I don't know what are you talking about.., - you said.

-Yeah? Well, okay. I believe you. Peters, why don't we help her talk?

They started kicking Buggy again. Suddenly Dan came up to you and punched you hard in the face.

-If you touch her again, I will personally rip your head off, - Buggy said, coughing after the blows.

Dan started laughing.

-Sir, what if they're telling the truth?, - Peters asked with a dose of excitement.

-Jesus, Peters, are you stupid? Do you really think they're just going to come right out and say it? Of course not. Well, where are the maps?

-I don't even understand what you are talking about. If we had maps, you think we'd be here now? We'd probably be moving toward the Grand Line by now, leaving you suckers behind, - you said in a mocking tone.

-Dan, she annoys me. Can I hit her?, - Peters asked.

-No-no-no,.. - Dan tried to click his teeth, - I like her. She's got a temper. I love that.. That's okay. This little slut will be quick to tell all. Bring the water cube over here. I know that bastard ate the devil's fruit. Let's see what's more valuable to the little whore. The map or this idiot's life?

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You regain consciousness and see Dan and Peters lowering Buggy into the water.

-So.. are we gonna talk or are you gonna watch your boyfriend die? - Dan hissed.

-Okay, okay, I'll tell you, - you said.

-Weeeeell.., - Dan asked, stabbing your neck.

-Fuck you, - you said.

You headbutted him, he dropped the knife in surprise. You tried to run towards the cube, but you got grabbed by your hair.

-Damn you, slut.., - Dan yelled, - Peters, we should give her a lesson.. You know, honey, my crew hasn't seen a woman in a long time....

-Don't touch me, you bastard! - you said.

-You hear that, Peters?, - Dan shrieked, - Damn, how'd that clown get himself such a hot filly?

Dan started running the knife down your pants and grabbing your hair. You were already thinking this is the end. Suddenly Peters, who was standing against the wall, fell down. You heard a noise on board. A headless body flew into the cabin.

Two members of your crew Yujo and Cabaji suddenly ran into the cabin. Yujo ran to you to untie your hands while you tried to get up and get to the cube.

-Cabaji, hurry up, break the cube! - you yelled.

Your hands were finally free of the ropes. Stumbling, you ran towards the cube to help Cabaji break the glass. Yujo were holding Dan in the meantime.

You and Cabaji finally broke the damn cube and free your captain. After a couple seconds, Buggy regained consciousness. You helped him up, quickly inspecting the bruises on his face. He slides you gently behind him with his hand.

-Hold on, pumpkin, - he said.

Buggy walked over to Dan. He was angry.

-Well, you took advantage of my weakness, I get that, - Buggy moved closer to Dan and grabbed him by the neck, - What I don't understand is this... What makes you think you and your bilge rat can touch my girlfriend?

-Oh, come on, clown, we were just having fun, - Dan said, trying to hide the tremor in his voice.

-Pumpkin, don't you think that's the wrong answer? - Buggy asked, turning to you.

You nodded approvingly.

-That's what I thought, - Buggy replied, a smirk appearing on his face.

He detached his hands and started choking Peters with one hand and Dan with the other.

-Yujo, darling, chop his arm off, - Buggy said, pointing at Dan.

-What? Are you crazy? What did I do? - there was panic in Dan's voice.

-I told you, you touched something that belongs to me.. - Buggy hissed through gritted teeth, - Yujo, as I said, chop his arm off.

-As you wish, - Yujo said and chopped off Dan's right hand.

Dan screamed in pain. Blood gradually poured onto the cabin floor.

-If you touch my girl again, I'll cut off the left arm, - Buggy clutched Dan tightly by the neck, then threw him to the floor with force.

Buggy walked over to Peters.

-Please, don't touch me! - cried Peters, lying in a corner.

-I don't give a shit about you, - said Buggy, giving a kick up Peters' ass.

Suddenly you fell to the floor and start sobbing.

Buggy came over to you, crouched down on his knees and hugged you.

- Heeey, calm down. I'm here, my love... - he started examining you, and you could hear the worry in his voice, - Did they?..

-No, no..., - you whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Buggy helped you to get back on your feet, then hugged you tightly, kissing your forehead.

-Let's go home, pumpkin, - he whispered in your ear, - Cabaji, Yujo! Let's go back to the ship.

-Aye, captain!!

[snippychicke]

Hi, according to one of your posts you are open to suggestions concerning Kuro to teach you to understand the character a little better, so I propose this idea :

In the manga, Kuro can no longer stand being a pirate because of the altercations constants of the Marine and organizes his own death to be peaceful. So I propose a Kuro/Reader fanfiction where Kuro wants to organize his death but faced with the reader's dismay he realizes that the reader loves him and a story is created in them (why not a story with a little NSFW).

Thank you very much for your work, I really like it! 🖤

Thank you so much! I really hope what I ended up writing. Not too especially spicy, however.

Being the cook of the Bezan Black meant you heard everything. Even though you were usually cooped up in the kitchen, making food for all of the crew as well as your captain, the crew would wander in for food and drink and usually felt comfortable talking to one of the few women on the ship, especially since you weren't seen as one of the dangerous ones. 

Little did they know, you reported right back to the captain anything you heard, happy to be his little mouse. 

You were actually one of the few in his trusted inner circle besides his First Mate Jango and the 'Nyaban twins' Buchi and Sham. Well, truthfully, you felt as if you were possibly the most trusted by the captain. 

You knew Kuro trusted no one. How could he, when he was one of the most feared pirates in the East Blue, as well as the most targeted by bounty hunters and marines alike. 

But… he trusted you enough to cook for him, which was a high honor. 

"Mouse!" Jango called as he entered, closing the kitchen door behind him that you usually kept open. You watched rather confused as he checked every inch of the galley as if looking for someone. 

Or something. 

"Is… something wrong?" You asked once Jango seemed satisfied with his search. 

"You and the Cap'n are close," he said softly as he slinked backwards towards you, only pausing when his back was pressed against your shoulder. (Such a drama king, Jango. But you were used to his eccentricities.) 

"You could say that," you answered hesitantly, returning back to the roast you were cubing.

 Jango was Kuro's right-hand man, but Kuro's paranoia had rubbed off on you enough that if anyone started asking vague open-ended questions, you were wary. 

"...have you heard about his latest plot?" 

You scoffed out of habit. "Jango, we both know the Cap'n has a dozen plans going at once. You're going to have to be a little more specific, and even then I probably won't know." 

If anything, the blond hypnotist tensed further. "What about the plan to die?"

You missed the meat and sliced your own finger. 

~*~

Kuro leaned in his chair, his distant gaze looking out the port window as he thought. So many variables to consider.

His last great plan. 

No more looking over his shoulder. No more  worrying of someone burying a knife in his back. Or killing in his sleep. 

It sounded better than any treasure he had seen on through his career. 

His thoughts were interrupted by a timid knock at his door. A glance at the clock confirmed his suspicions. His little mouse, right on time.

"Enter," he called out, moving enough to watch you carefully opening the door, one hand carefully holding a dinner tray. 

"Evening, cap'n," you greeted as softly as usual, closing the door behind you before setting the tray on the table. 

"Good evening, my little mouse." He smiled to himself as he watched you blush. You were such an adorable thing, so unsuited for a pirate's life, yet you survived. Flourished. 

Something twisted in his stomach as a new idea crossed his mind. 

His plan would involve leaving you. The one he was able to keep close without fear, because you were so meek and loyal. 

His crew would slaughter you once he was gone. His protection kept you safe. Without that threat…

He pushed that thought away to deal with later as he noticed how nervous you were--more so than normal. Then he noticed the bandages on your fingers, red with blood. 

You went to try and hide,but he quickly grabbed your hand, yanking you closer. "What happened." 

"I-I just cut my fingers cutting a roast." 

Kuro wanted to call a lie, especially consider knew your had more skill and finesse with your knives than he had with his claws. You had full conversations with him before, your eyes rarely looking while you finely minced and diced. 

"Why?" He asked instead. 

You shifted guilty, "Jango came to talk with me and said-and told me about your plan."

Of course. Jango had been startled, and while he wouldn't talk to anyone, he would talk to you. "Of course. What did he say?" 

He let you go and turned to the meal you had prepared. Amazing, as usual. What you had been doing in the dingy little port bar, he had no idea. You deserved to be in some five-star restuant as head chef. 

"You-you want to… die?" 

You sounded so stricken, tears in your eyes when he looked up at you again. Your knuckles were white as you clenched your fists at your side, your head was to the side as if avoiding his gaze. "I-I… sir, please…I don't know if… if I could stand that." 

Kuro was stunned for a moment as you silently cried. Jango had only told you half the plan? And you were affected this much? 

He didn't think. Kuro stood and cupped your chin to make you look at him. "Dear little mouse, you have it wrong." 

Oh. Maybe this wasn't a good idea. He had been aware of his attraction to you, but seeing you like this, looking up at him like this… your eyes wide and watery, your expression pleading. He could see where you been biting your own lips, causing them to be a little more swollen.

"I'm going to fake my death," he said softly, trying to ignore the feelings tumbling in his chest. "I don't actually plan on dying." 

The relief in your expression in your eyes, was enough to make his breath hitch. Or maybe it was because you overcame your usual shyness and impulsively wrapped your arms around him in a hug. 

"Oh thank god!" You swore into his chest. "I was so worried, so scared!" 

Kuro slowly relaxed into your embrace, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you even closer. Do you really care for him that much? You were his most loyal, most devoted crew member, but didn't imagine you had this much emotion dedicated to him. 

Leaving you behind would be unacceptable. there was absolutely no way he could abandon you. 

"You have a choice," he spoke. "You can stay as part of the Black Cat crew, or you can come with me." 

You had no idea what the plan was. None at all, yet there eas no hesitancy as you looked up at him. "I want to be with you, sir." 

Kuro's lips captured your before he could allow himself to second-guess. Yet you instantly melted against him, fingers reaching up to tease the hair at the nape of his neck as you returned his kiss. You parted your lips for him, allowing him whatever he wanted. 

His perfect little mouse. 

He had been aching for you for such a long time it felt like all control was lost as he picked you up and placed you on the table, your legs instantly wrapping around his waist, his hips flushed with yours. He didn't care for his meal still waiting for him, not when he was able to taste you. 

He'd steal you away once more. He'd abandon the rest of the crew, leave this life of uncertainty behind him, but you he would keep.