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nothingbutsweetwords · 5 months ago

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ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ'ꜱ ꜱᴏɴ, ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ'ꜱ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ

ᴀᴇᴍᴏɴᴅ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ!ɴɪᴇᴄᴇ

"ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʜᴇᴀʀ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ..."

Word count: 6000.

Fandom: House of the Dragon.

Pairing: Aemond x Reader!Velaryon!Niece.

Warnings: Angst.

FALLING — 7. Her.

During the first moons of her stay at the Red Keep, everything seemed new and exciting. There was some sense of freedom in not having her family around, but with each sunrise, it became more complicated, and the longing grew stronger.

The letters she received from her mother initially brought comfort, but soon they became short. No matter how many words her mother wrote about her, her siblings, and her father, it was never enough. She wrote daily, though she only sent them every three days. She would tell her about her day, always omitting her nightly outings, and tried to hide how much she missed them, and her mother, worried, always asked about Aemond's progress.

Over time, even all the letters became inadequate; they couldn't fill the void she felt. She longed to hear their voices, feel the warmth of their hugs. She questioned a few times if it had been a good idea, but she quickly dismissed those thoughts to remain resolute.

Aemond spent most of his time in the yard, both morning and evening, promising to become the best warrior for her. This caused their visits to the library to decrease. Nevertheless, every night without fail, they slept together, face to face, finding solace in each other's presence.

Her lessons with the septa became increasingly tedious, or perhaps she just grew more easily bored. She spent a lot of time in Helaena's room, who seemed happy to have her. Helaena continued to intrigue her with riddles and enigmatic phrases, making her wonder when each prediction would come true. So far, none seemed bad, so she wasn't frightened or worried. Helaena also helped her improve her embroidery technique, although there wasn't much to be done; it wasn't her strong suit. Soon, the lack of activities even led her to become interested in her insects, delighted to see her aunt’s enthusiasm.

One day, while sitting on the floor, Helaena placed a ladybug on her hand. "It tickles" she said, laughing softly as the insect walked across her palm. Helaena smiled at her, happy to share her passion with someone.

"They all have seven dots, the red ones" Helaena said, revealing an interesting curiosity. "She likes you" she added, looking her in the eyes with a slight smile. She thanked her for saying that.

"What about those?" she asked, pointing to a wooden box with a transparent lid, where several insects could be seen inside. There were some spiders and others she couldn't name.

When Helaena turned to look in the direction her finger pointed, her smile faded a bit. She took the box in her hands and allowed her to observe them from above, while the ladybug continued to walk between her fingers and fly from one hand to the other.

"I do not trust them yet" she said quietly. "I am not sure whether their wishes are for good or ill."

“Why?” she asked, genuinely curious.

Helaena pointed to a large black spider from above and said: "They weave intricate webs, and sometimes those webs can hide important secrets. I'm still trying to unravel which ones" she said, frowning. "But what I know is, we have to beware of the guardian of secrets" she warned, as if wanting to protect her from an-as-yet unknown danger. She simply nodded, hoping nothing bad would come of it.

As time passed, life at the castle continued with its ups and downs; Aemond's training, the enigmatic conversations with Helaena, the whispers of the people, and the few letters from her mother. Even through it all, she found moments of peace, and convinced herself that despite the challenges, she was exactly where she needed to be, next to him.

Occasionally, she found distraction by visiting her grandsire's room. She spent hours there, reading to him, listening to his fascinating stories about their ancestors and the old Valyria. Often, she asked for tales about her mother's youth, seeking to feel closer to her.

She had also begun to insist on Lyra's presence during every meal, finding in her company a sense of familiarity, a relief from her growing homesickness. As expected, everything began to feel cramped, and Lyra, as perceptive as ever, had noticed it, and she herself could no longer ignore it.

She missed her family terribly, and there was nothing that could ease that pain, except the obvious. She felt trapped, guilty for wanting to go to Dragonstone and leave Aemond behind, but she couldn't help it.

"Could it be that, perhaps, I've made a mistake coming here?" she asked one night, her voice filled with doubt and shame for exposing her deepest thoughts.

"I do not think things are that simple, princess. You came here with good intentions, and missing your family is only natural, it does not mean you have made a mistake" Lyra replied gently.

She nodded, acknowledging the truth in those words. "I do really miss them" she murmured, longing evident, head bowed. "No matter how hard I try, this is not my home."

"Why do you say that, princess?" After dinner, Lyra had drawn her a warm bath, and now, in her nightdress, Lyra was gently brushing her long hair.

"I've heard the whispers when I walk alone in the halls." Lyra nodded, understanding the situation and listening attentively to her words. Both were sitting on the bed, and she was with her back facing her lady-in-waiting, between her legs. "It's as if they believe me deaf. I know what they say or think, and it's not... good" she confessed, pain reflected in her voice.

Upon hearing her last words, Lyra set the brush aside and drew her close, wrapping her in a comforting embrace. Lyra was the daughter of one of Rhaenyra's ladies-in-waiting and had lived her entire life in that family. Though only a few years older, she felt a deep maternal love for the princess.

"We must not let such foolish words disturb our ears, and if they do, let us ensure they do not enter our precious minds, yes?" Lyra said, whispering with firmness. "They mean nothing."

She nodded, and unable to contain herself, she began to cry softly in her caretaker's arms. They remained like that for a while until she could calm down. She appreciated Lyra's love and understanding, feeling fortunate to have someone like that by her side, watching over her well-being.

After some time, Lyra left the room, wishing her goodnight. This was her signal to get up, put on her cloak over her shoulders, dampen her face a bit to erase any trace of dry tears, and take the gift she had prepared so much for him with the help of her mother. With a mix of excitement and nervousness, she headed towards her destination, seeking to find another place of peace and connection amidst the storm of emotions that assailed her.

Aemond's nameday wasn't until the next morning, but she never had much patience for such things. That night, like all others, she entered the room with a candle in one hand, only now she hid the gift behind her back with the other.

Aemond was sitting by the window, his gaze fixed on the night sky. She closed the door with her hip, as both her hands were occupied, and walked over to him. Aemond's face showed signs of fatigue, even some sadness. She knew he was trying to stay awake while waiting for her, as always. The notion of time had escaped her during the shared moment with Lyra, and he always ended up terribly exhausted by his training. Seeing her arrive, Aemond settled and offered a tired smile. She circled the bed, placing the candle on the small table, and with her free hand, she took off her cloak, hiding the gift underneath on the nearby chair.

She walked towards him slowly, observing the clear sky. The moon shone over the city, enhancing the delicacy of his face.

"This is how the night was when I claimed Vhagar" he said, with sorrow. Her heart squeezed at his words, she sadly knew he would never have a flight like that again.

"What was it like?" she finally asked, cautiously. She had never dared to ask about that moment, fearing to reopen wounds, but now that he mentioned it, her curiosity stirred again.

He smiled, still looking at the sky. "I never imagined flying would feel like that" he said, his voice filled with gratitude. "Did it ever trouble you when I did?" he asked.

"What? Claim Vhagar?" she inquired, surprised by his question.

"Yes" he said softly, his voice tinged with apprehension.

She smiled at him, placing a hand on his shoulder, her eyes reflecting pride. "Of course not. It was meant for you, a warrior destined for a warrior." Her words carried a sense of admiration and certainty, a testament to her unwavering belief in his capabilities. "And that was just the beginning, Aemond. Together, you will be unstoppable" she said, her voice whispering with conviction and anticipation. "I do feel safer knowing we have you as protectors."

"Thank you" he expressed, hopeful. She knew the journey was just beginning, and the horizon stretched like a promise of all the adventures to come. "I did it on behalf of us both." She smiled gratefully, gently squeezing him.

"I know they will write books that will pass through all the ages, Aemond, about your courage and triumph" she said, walking towards the sofa.

"I'm not sure about that much" he replied, laughing lightly at her words.

"Then I will be the one to write them" she said, pulling the gift from under her cloak. "Close your eye" she instructed, with an excited smile. Aemond obeyed, but not before giving her an odd look.

"Open your hands" she indicated once she was in front of him again. He did so without question, and with a gentle gesture, she placed the gift in his hands, which lowered slightly at the unexpected weight.

"Now you can look" she whispered. Aemond did so quickly, and looked surprised at the delicate blue velvet bag. She was looking at him with excitement and a touch of nervousness. It was the first time she had given such a planned gift to someone, and she hoped not to disappoint. But even if she did, she would never find out, as he would never show it.

"It's your nameday present" she explained with a radiant smile. "I couldn't wait to give it to you on the morrow, and I wanted to be the first one to do it" she said, letting out a small laugh from her lips.

"I love it" he replied, placing the gift on his lap and looking directly at her, the faint moonlight adorning his gaze with a softness that made him appear even more beautiful.

"You haven't even seen it!" she exclaimed, softly laughing. "Come on, open it."

"I would love anything you gave me" he said laughing too, while untying the laces of the velvet bag to reveal the gift. She had a premonition that his words were sincere.

He carefully pulled the wooden case out of the bag. It was made of ebony, so its color was dark like the night, almost black, and was decorated with delicate carvings. He ran his hand over the surface, appreciating the abstract shapes as if they were a work of art. He had a slightly open mouth as he admired the case with admiration. Then, carefully, he opened it, revealing the true gift.

Inside rested a valyrian steel dagger, shining and forged with impeccable craftsmanship. Its sharp, polished blade reflected the light with a silver shine. Each side of it was adorned with intricate engravings that wound from the hilt to the edge.

His eyes lit up upon seeing it, and a sincere smile spread across his face. "It's valyrian steel" she explained enthusiastically, "so you'll always carry a piece of our roots."

The handle was equally impressive. It was wrapped in black leather, a material that, according to the smith, provided a more comfortable and secure grip. However, the highlight was the sapphires embedded in the handle. The sapphires, of a deep and radiant blue, were skillfully set into the metal, creating a vibrant contrast with the silver. Each sapphire was carefully polished, capturing flashes of light that gave the impression of small stars embedded in the hilt.

The guard of the dagger, also made of steel, was decorated with intertwining motifs that complemented the sapphires in the handle. Aemond took it in his hands carefully, observing every detail meticulously.

She had often heard him speak about Viserys's dagger, seeing the longing in his eyes when he did so, as well as the sadness knowing he could never possess it. That's why she had tried to make something unique for him, something exclusively his, perhaps even something that could be passed down to future Targaryens, always remembered as his.

He set the dagger aside and looked at the box. Inside was a sapphire too. She knew some people carried those precious gemstones as talismans, believing they protected the eyes and helped see beyond the physical. Besides, she had always thought the color matched his eyes. It seemed like a thoughtful detail, but she didn't dare mention its significance.

"My father gave me two he brought back from one of his expeditions to the Stepstones a few years ago" she explained, smiling as he held the sapphire between his fingers, admiring it in the light streaming through the window. "I have the other one" she added shyly. "So you always have a piece of sky, or sea, and I hope it always reminds you that you are destined for something big." He set the sapphire aside and continued to observe. She wondered if he would be attentive enough to explore further, and of course, he was.

The box was lined with more velvet and there was a small cushion where the dagger rested. During her lessons and visits to Helaena, she had embroidered the fabric, and the tailor had turned it into this. She had tried to depict waves and the moon in different shades of blue and teal, with some white stars. They might not have been perfect, but she had poured her heart into them.

He traced the fabric with his fingers, still not saying a word.

"I embroidered it" she added proudly. Then he put the dagger back in the case, but kept the sapphire in his hand. She waited anxiously for his words. "I’m sure it does not compare to Viserys', but..."

"It's perfect" he interrupted, his voice sincere. She let out a sigh she didn't know she'd been holding, a wave of relief and happiness at his reaction. "I..." he began, hesitating. He shook his head slightly, searching for words. Then he put the case back in the velvet bag and stepped away from the window ledge. Once face to face, he hugged her unexpectedly. With one hand he held the gift and with the other he held her tightly. She returned the embrace with a smile, now more relaxed.

"Thank you" he whispered, holding her even tighter, their hearts almost merging in that hug. When they separated, his eye sparkled, holding back some tears, just like hers. "Let us go to bed" he said, noticing his body was cold from being pressed against the window glass. He approached a shelf where he kept some of his most precious books and now his most precious object, then headed for the bed, placing the sapphire on the bedside table after admiring it again.

Smiling, they both got under the covers, facing each other, feeling their bodies warming up again. They both reached out their hands at the same time, their hands meeting in the middle. They laughed softly and intertwined their fingers in the middle of the bed. It was their routine, talking like this, face to face, until they ran out of things to say, with their hands joined. Then they slept together, sometimes with her head on his chest, sometimes with him nestled in her arms.

"I loved it" he said sincerely. "Absolutely everything," he assured her, "no one has ever given me a better present."

She smiled proudly, happy with his words. "I'm glad you liked it."

They looked at each other in silence. It was a comfortable silence, warm even. It was at that moment, suddenly, while they looked at each other, that hundreds of thoughts flooded her mind like a torrent. Did everyone experience something as wonderful as this? Did everyone have someone to whom giving the whole world, along with their heart on a silver platter, seemed not enough? Did everyone's heart beat so wildly when looking someone in the eyes? Or was it something that only happened when it was the most beautiful face in the kingdom gazing back at them?

She opened her mouth to say something, but stopped when she saw that he seemed to want to say something too. They both remained silent, waiting for the other to speak first.

"You can go first" she said softly.

"No, you're a lady, you go" he insisted courteously.

"No, please, you tell me" she said, almost pleading with her eyes, though she wasn't exactly sure what she hoped to hear, still trying to understand the strange sensation in her chest.

"Tell me, please" he echoed at the same time, and they laughed again at the coincidence.

"You're my best friend" he exclaimed finally.

"You're my best friend" she replied, in perfect sync.

They laughed again, and as they truly heard each other's words, they smiled. She felt warmth rise in her cheeks. At that moment, everything made sense to her. That special, innocent feeling, that pure joy, so complex yet so simple, was love. She didn't need to fully understand it to know it was real, and that it was reciprocated.

They lingered for a moment, lost in each other's gaze. Aemond's eyes glowed with a tenderness that mirrored her own. Without needing more words, they leaned in slowly and shared a hug filled with affection and silent promises. The moonlight bathed the room, enveloping them in its silver glow. Every moment seemed magical, as if time had stopped just for them.

In that instant, in the tranquility of the night, they both knew that despite the challenges, they would always have that special bond that united them.

Finally, they settled comfortably under the covers, still close, their hearts beating in unison, and they embraced the serenity.

Once back in her room, she spent the day with Lyra again. If it were up to her, she would have spent the entire day with Aemond, but she knew he would break fast with his mother as usual. Later, he would be busy with his training, something that excited him especially now, with the anticipation of wielding a real sword, finally, as he had come of age for it.

At dusk, after writing to her mother and enjoying a hot bath, the woman helped her dress in the carefully chosen attire for the occasion. She opted for a flowing blue dress and some delicate jewelry. As Lyra began to brush her hair, preparing to style it up as she always did, she decided to change her mind.

Aemond had always praised her curls, often running his fingers through them in the night until he drifted off to sleep, and she thought it would be a pleasant surprise for him to wear her hair loose, something she only did in the privacy of their rooms.

When she was almost ready, Lyra was about to accompany her to the hall where the feast would take place, but they heard soft knocks on the door. Few were the times someone sought out her room, so both were intrigued. Lyra walked towards the door and opened it, while she adjusted the sandals that complemented her dress. When she looked up, she found Aemond standing in front of her, looking at her in awe, with Lyra behind him, barely able to hide her huge smile biting her lower lip.

She felt the blush rise to her cheeks, they were not accustomed to being so close in front of other people, so she didn't know how to react, a little flustered with her lady-in-waiting standing there.

Aemond's hair was neatly tied back in a half ponytail. His left side was partly covered by the patch he wore during his training, and he was dressed in a handsome green suit.

"I’ve come to escort you, princess" he murmured shyly, mindful of the third presence. She smiled and nodded, walking towards him and taking his right arm.

"Happy nameday, my prince. May you both enjoy a good supper" Lyra chimed in, opening the door for them to leave.

"Thank you, my lady" Aemond replied courteously before walking out of the room.

Once out of the enthusiastic gaze, she squeezed his arm and looked at him. "Happy nameday, my prince."

He looked at her with a smile that radiated happiness as he guided her through the dimly lit corridors by torchlight, the sun already hidden. "Thank you, my princess." The next words seemed to come with a touch of adoration and nervousness. "You look beautiful tonight... well, you always do, but tonight especially so."

She responded with a grateful smile. "You look lovely too, as always, my prince." He smiled faintly, an expression that denoted a hint of skepticism, as if he couldn't quite believe all the compliments she gave him. As they walked together, their footsteps echoing softly against the stone floor, she broke the silence with a curious question. "What gifts have you received so far?"

With a gleam of joy in his eyes, he replied, "my grandsire had a new saddle made for Vhagar. It's magnificent." His voice filled with enthusiasm. "My mother gave me some ancient books from Oldtown, and she also surprised me with Daeron's visit. I barely remembered his face." She widened her eyes in surprise, vaguely recalling Daeron, who was her age and whom she had seen only once. "Helaena gave me a suit embroidered by herself, with two intertwined dragons" he said with palpable excitement, hoping it meant something. "And Viserys gave me a Valyrian steel sword, with a belt that also has space for a dagger. Aegon mentioned he would give me his present later" he concluded happily.

She smiled, glad that each gift sounded well thought out, just right for him, although still puzzled why he referred to his father by his name. As they finished their conversation, they found themselves standing in front of the imposing doors of the grand hall. Instinctively, both separated their arms as the guards opened the large doors, announcing their arrival.

The guests stood in the center of the hall, conversing animatedly, except for the king and the Hand, who were already seated. The queen approached them with a maternal smile and planted a kiss on her son's forehead. "We were waiting for you, my dearest" she said affectionately. Then, taking his hand to guide him to his seat, she turned to her. "Princess, we did not expect you. What a lovely surprise" she added with a smile.

She felt a small knot of uncertainty in her stomach, wondering if she was intruding, but Aemond wouldn't have sought her out if that were the case. She returned the queen's smile and noticed how she gestured to the servants, who quickly added a chair and tableware next to Helaena. Helaena smiled at her and, before she could greet her, moved towards that newly added chair, giving up her place directly in front of Aemond, which she appreciated. Perhaps Helaena wanted her to sit opposite her brother, or simply preferred not to be near Aegon, an understandable preference.

She sat down with a grateful smile, though still somewhat uncomfortable. The feast began, and musicians played cheerful ballads that filled the air with a festive atmosphere. Laughter and conversation flowed along the table, and she almost forgot how much she missed her family, caught up in the distraction of the moment. She noticed that the wine jug beside her needed refilling more often than others, and wondered how long it would be before Aegon spoiled the mood. He was fun and pleasant when sober, but she couldn't say the same when he was drunk.

"Princess, I heard you've been learning High Valyrian" said the king, smiling at her with somewhat weary eyes. She smiled happily at the question, and Aemond paid attention, interested in the conversation.

"Yes, your grace. Aemond has been an excellent instructor" she replied proudly.

"She is making incredible progress" Aemond added, shyly.

"I bet it comes easy to you, just like your mother" the king said, smiling before taking a sip of wine. Perhaps to an untrained eye, Aemond's slight disappointment might have gone unnoticed, but she saw it, and understood why. She couldn't blame the king for loving his daughter so much, as her mother was a splendid person, but she felt sorry that he didn't see the fortune in having Helaena and Aemond, who were just as intelligent and kind.

"With Aemond as my guide, it's only natural for me to learn quickly, your grace" she said, smiling at Aemond. He seemed to appreciate the gesture, and the king looked pleased with the response, nodding before moving on to another conversation. Aegon's raised eyebrows and mischievous smile did not go unnoticed.

Helaena was showing her a figure she always carried, a wooden butterfly that Viserys had given her when she was a baby. She wondered if maybe that was the origin of her fascination with insects. As they continued talking, she felt an unfamiliar finger tangle in one of her curls, pulling it lightly. It was Aegon, who was looking at her hair with mocking attention.

"The Arryn blood is strong, is it not, niece?" he said sarcastically, and in a low voice, ensuring the king did not hear.

She tensed at the comment, and Helaena looked at Aegon disapprovingly. Her body stiffened, and her cheeks burned with embarrassment. In that moment, she inwardly cursed herself for not wearing black and for wearing her hair loose, proudly displaying her curls. Aegon simply removed his finger and engaged in another conversation, losing interest in teasing her, but she couldn't return to her previous state.

Helaena gently squeezed her hand, offering a small supportive smile, but it did little to calm her. Aemond didn't seem to hear the remark, for which she was thankful.

She felt more alone than ever, like an uninvited guest in a place she once called home. And she came to understand her siblings' anger at such insults, not to the same extent, of course, but she did.

The rest of the dinner passed without further incidents. Some guests joined in a lively dance once the meal was over, and laughter was heard in the hall as the wine continued to flow.

Aemond glanced at her several times, concerned about her obvious discomfort. She didn't want to spoil his celebration, so she tried to offer a reassuring smile whenever their eyes met.

She found herself caught up in various pleasant conversations with the other nobles present, mostly with Daeron, who was her same age, and Heleana. She tried to keep away from Aegon as much as possible. Aemond, on his part, approached her on several occasions, rescuing her from the dull talks of the elders. He tried to distract her with amusing anecdotes from his training or asked her about stories of dragons, which she knew by heart. Though her mind was elsewhere, she appreciated his efforts to make her feel comfortable and protected.

Finally, as the feast began to wind down into the night, Aemond approached her with determination in his eyes.

"Princess, would you like to take a walk through the gardens? The night is beautiful" he suggested.

She smiled, grateful for the chance to get away from the bustle. "I would love to, my prince."

Together, they left the main hall and made their way to the quiet gardens of the castle. The moon shone above them, illuminating their flowers lined path as they walked silently along. Aemond seemed less tense now, more relaxed under the starry sky, offering her his arm courteously.

"I'm sorry if anything made you uncomfortable tonight" Aemond finally said, breaking the silence. "I hope nothing else happened" he murmured, a slight concern in his eyes.

She shook her head gently, feeling comforted by his worry. "It's not your fault, Aemond. I'm fine. Just... I'm not used to being without my family."

He nodded, looking at her with understanding. "I know. And I know sometimes people can be... thoughtless" he said, almost apologizing again.

They walked a bit further in silence before she found the courage to speak about what she was really thinking. "Do you ever feel that way, Aemond?" she hesitated for a moment. "Like you don't quite fit in?"

He stopped and looked at her directly, uncertain. His eyes, under the full moon and clear sky, seemed deeper, more reflective, sadder at her question. "Sometimes," he admitted softly, "but when I'm with you, princess, everything seems to fall into place. I do hope you feel the same."

Her heart skipped at his sincere words, feeling a twinge of guilt for longing to return to her family. "Thank you, Aemond. Should we head back? It's getting chilly."

He smiled, softening his features. "Yes."

They continued walking together, enjoying the peace and serenity of the night. As they progressed, leaving the gardens behind and climbing the keep stairs, she said, "I hope you've enjoyed your day, my prince." He nodded. Once they reached the hallway they shared, she whispered: "Should I visit you tonight?"

"Of course" he replied naturally, offering a comforting smile.

"You said Aegon would bring your gift, I wouldn't want to arrive at an inopportune moment" she said, reminding him.

He nodded, realizing he had forgotten his earlier conversation with his brother. "You're right. Maybe I should come instead. I can come right after he leaves" he suggested, and she eagerly agreed to the plan.

When they finally stood in front of the door, with no one in sight, her hands began to sweat nervously. It was just a temporary farewell, like countless others before, so she didn't understand why her body felt so restless, or why her heart was pounding so hard. And why were her thoughts centered on whether kissing him would ease her mind?

Before pushing the door, she turned to him, catching Aemond’s smile, oblivious to her internal doubts. "May I, perhaps, try something?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly, hoping she hadn't misinterpreted any signals.

He arched an eyebrow, curious at her question, but nodded in consent. Without further ado, she took a step forward and, with determination, closed the distance between them. She pressed her lips gently against his, all her questions melting away in that fleeting moment. She closed her eyes, unable to see Aemond's initial surprise.

When they parted, Aemond's face was flushed, his eye wide with astonishment, causing a flutter of concern in her chest. Before she could apologize, he mirrored her action, leaning in and returning the innocent kiss. This time, both closed their eyes, letting themselves be carried away by the moment as their hands instinctively intertwined.

As they pulled away, shy but content smiles graced their faces. The special discovery left them breathless.

"Goodnight" she whispered, a thrilling buzz inside her.

"Goodnight" he replied with equal softness and carrying the same exhilaration.

Once inside, the room was again in perfect order, something she was thankful for. Aemond always seemed to value the organization and she wanted him to feel like in his own space. Peaceful, comfortable, happy. Her chambers were perfectly illuminated by the moon and the glow of the fire burning in the fireplace, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere.

She walked to the door she used every night, leaving it slightly ajar, then shed her dress, donning her nightgown and slipping immediately into bed. She tried to immerse herself in the book on her nightstand, but her mind kept returning to the shared kiss. Touching her lips with the tips of her fingers, she wondered if it had also been Aemond's first time. She hoped it was.

Soon she realized it was futile to try to distract herself with the book. Her heart still raced, and her mind was full of questions and anticipations. She tossed and turned in bed, unable to stay still as she waited for Aemond to arrive. She was worried, fearing she had ruined everything with her impulsiveness. Or worse, that Aemond had changed his mind after that.

Exhaustion finally overcame her, her head swirling with thoughts, and she fell asleep hoping everything would be okay between them.

The sun stung her face as she began to wake, the warmth of the morning enveloping her. There were faint noises in the room, but still too sleepy to make them out, she tried to ignore them. Suddenly, her eyes flew wide open and she sat up abruptly. The bed was empty, but the secondary door remained open, an invitation to scolding from her lady-in-waiting.

Lyra soon noticed she was awake. With a sorrowful expression, she approached the bed slowly and sat beside her. The princess's gaze searched for answers, but none of her assumptions came close to the reality.

"A raven has arrived today from Dragonstone, my princess..." Lyra began softly, choosing her words carefully. She nodded, attentive and anxious to know more, urging her to continue. "Your father, Prince Leanor, has passed away" she announced.

With those words, the princess's entire world shattered once more in an instant. Tears began to cascade uncontrollably, unleashed without any permission, but she knew it was only a matter of time, a storm that had been brewing finally erupted. Her overwhelming feelings of longing for her family and the unsettling sense of being like a stranger in the castle where she had grown up intensified her anguish even more. Guilt and regret gnawed at her, constricting her chest and stealing the air in her lungs. Lyra tried to soothe her, urging her to breathe, but it was in vain.

So many moons spent in the Red Keep, precious time lost with her father that could never be reclaimed. Now, with the loss irreversible, she couldn't even seek answers about how it happened, the trauma of Harwin Strong's death still raw. Her chest tightened, heaving, as her mind spun relentlessly, refusing to accept what her ears had heard.

Lyra enveloped her in protective arms, a bulwark against the whirlwind of emotions crashing over her as the harsh news unfolded before her. "We must leave immediately, there is a ship waiting for us" she murmured softly, aware of the princess's magnitude of pain, but to the urgency of the situation too.

Tears continued to flow unabated as she nodded, succumbing to the overwhelming sensation of loss and guilt that engulfed her. She allowed herself to be consumed by it while Lyra hurriedly guided and helped her dress. Once ready, servants entered to assist with the luggage, moving efficiently as those who understood the gravity of the moment, and Lyra asked her to wait while she gathered her own belongings.

When the lady disappeared from her sight, she, with a pounding heart, hurried to Aemond's room. Upon arrival, Queen Alicent was just stepping out, her face a mask of concern and sorrow.

"I'm deeply sorry for your loss, princess" she said with palpable sincerity in her voice, closing the door behind her, but condolences were a luxury she could not afford now. She needed to see if everything was okay with Aemond before leaving, the thought of departing without clarity on their relationship or at least a farewell filled her with unease.

"Is Aemond awake? I wish to see him" she implored softly, tears silently streaming down her face. People passed around her—members of the council, servants—all casting sympathetic glances that went unnoticed.

"He does not wish to receive visitors at the moment" the queen replied firmly.

"But it is urgent" she insisted, desperation seeping into her voice. She tried to move past her and grasp the door handle, her hands trembling but determined, but the queen stopped her.

"I'm very sorry, princess, but you must understand" Alicent said, her tone unyielding.

On the brink of collapse, with each passing second more overwhelming than the last, she pleaded, "please" but received only refusals.

Moments later, Lyra appeared carrying a suitcase, hurrying towards her. "My princess, we must depart now" she said, after offering a courtesy to Alicent.

"But I need to see Aemond" she insisted, her voice a desperate whisper. Lyra looked to Alicent silently pleading for a concession, searching for a shred of sympathy, but the queen remained unmoved, her gaze fixed on the princess.

"We can exchange letters by ravens, yes? But the ship will depart soon, princess" Lyra said, her words weighted by both empathy and urgency.

She felt frustration and helplessness engulf her, on the verge of shouting in rage. With no other choice, she took Lyra's hand and let herself be led away, each step a battle against the hopelessness that surrounded her.

@helaenaluvr @purplegardenwhispers @callsignwidow @scarletbedlam @fics-i-love-and-recommend @squidscottjeans @oh-you-mean-me

Last part from her POV as kids!

#aemond one eye #aemond targaryen fluff #ewan mitchell #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x female reader #house of the dragon #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x reader #hotd aemond #hotd fanfic

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maturemenoftvandfilms · 3 months ago

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The Cardinal Who Lifts Weight

Featuring Cardinal Joseph W. Tobin

For about a year, us guys at the gym just called him Joe. He would get his reps in during his early morning workouts a few feet from me under or close to the wall clock. When I would glance at the clock, his eyes would often meet mine. I began to notice his entrancing eyes, and I would find myself admiring his stocky 6' 3”, 70-year-old figure. His graying brown hair covered by a skull-printed do-rag, which I found oddly appealing. He was friendly and would greet me by name when we walked past each other.

Meanwhile, while I suspected he might be interested, I would resolve to not convey any gay vibe to encourage him. The tension I was feeling was distracting and unwelcome.

One day when he was finishing up and getting dressed, I commented that I'd always wanted to have thicker thighs like his. He seemed flustered at first, then I elaborated its only men who ever develop nice legs like that and stared at his crotch. He smiled and we shot the shit for a bit before I swallowed all my fears and just asked him if he wanted to "fool around." lol I still can't believe I fucking said that.

“I'm a priest,” Joe quickly answered. “In fact,” He said, his voice growing quieter so no one could hear in earshot, “I’m the archbishop of Newark.”

Apparently, Joe was also known as Cardinal Joseph W. Tobin. A prelate of the Catholic Church and he has been the Archbishop of Newark since 2017. I was surprised as I never would have thought he was a priest. I mean this guy is benching two and a quarter! Still sensing interest as we talked, I moved closer to him until I could easily reach out and touch his leg, which I did. He was still wearing his gym shorts and I got a thrill out of rubbing my hand against his hairy leg.

“I could use some action, but I don’t have a place to go.” He told me.

“Me neither.” I said, not wanting to take him to my apartment.

“You want to come out to the car with me.” The old man leaned over and whispered in my ear.

“Sure.” I said.

“Let me go first. I’ll meet you on the street behind the gym.” The old man said and then got up from his sit.

I watched as he walked out of the gym. God! Did he look wonderful! I got up after I figured he had time to get to his car and quickly followed him out. I found him waiting for me just around the corner of the gym.

“Here’s my car.” He said pointing to a black Chevy Tahoe and proceeded to unlock the door, getting inside the backseat. I hurried around to the other side of the SUV and got in.

Almost immediately, he fished his slightly weathered fingers inside his shorts and pulled out first his short cut dick and then after much struggling his huge set of bull sized balls. I nearly nutted. Something about seeing someone you were lusting after for a year with his dick out tends to do that to you. Joe was surprisingly already hard, stroking his boner while waiting for me to get my cock out. As I did, Joe moved his hand over to grasp my cock and began a gentle massage. I responded in kind and held his hard dick, feeling the warm prong in my grasp. Looking back, I can laugh at the almost hysterical grabbing and fondling of this frantic first encounter.

“I’ll watch out.” He said in a stern voice charged with sexual excitement. Fortunately, the place was deserted, and we were so off the beaten path that I didn't even know where we were, and I knew the place pretty well.

Joe's dick was throbbing when I put my mouth over it and began to suck this old priest off. He hadn't received many blowjobs and seemed delighted to have me pumping up and down on his dick. Joe was so excited that he made me stop a couple of times so he wouldn't cum, even having me stop jiggling his balls as well. He apologized for being so excited, but in the end he lost control anyway as without warning he grabbed me by the hair and forced my head down on it as far as I could take it. He began spurting his musky load into my mouth while groaning loudly as he ran his hands through my hair.

I took it all as he screamed in ecstasy. It was fantastic to know I could give him so much pleasure. He gently released me, still hissing through his teeth and breathing frantically.

"Oh god that felt good." He said as I sat upright.

With that, Joe leaned over and took my 7” cock straight down his throat, right up to my balls, which were aching by this time. The sight of my cock entering his mouth still is, to this day, one of my favorite sights in the world. The sensation was indescribable as he sucked excitedly and gently on my cock. Thankfully, I’ve always taken a long time to cum, so I knew I’d be fine as he went down on me. Joe pushed his head down on my cock as far as he could without gagging. So far in fact, I felt the head rubbing the back of his throat.

After that, I couldn't last with all the pent up sexual tension and I squirmed to let him know I was about to cum and he just said, "I want to taste your cum."

Joe got what he wanted, because he was such a skilled cocksucker that my orgasm raced through my loins in a rush, and my cock spurted what seemed like an ungodly amount of cum into the throat of my gym buddy. And he took it all effortlessly. And when my cock stopped ejaculating, he did his best to empty my nuts, sucking eagerly on my deflating dick while he massaged my balls. I finally had to gently pry him off me, and even after my dick left his mouth he kept licking and flicking the tip of my cock with his tongue while my cum trickled out of the corner of his mouth.

When Joe finally finished, he pulled his head up and looked at me. I know he was wondering how it was so I told him it was fantastic before he could ask.

That's how I got to plowing a straight older guy from my gym in the back seat of my truck. Before any of that, on several occasions we'd exchanged glances. That was my first indication he might be curious.

#Joseph W. Tobin #The Cardinal Who Lifts Weight #fan fiction #priest

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tyongf-nct · 10 months ago

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hi!! can i request poly! nomin where jeno and jaemin are already a couple and they realize how much they like reader, with fluff and smut?

this is like 29572939 years too late but here you go 😔🫶

also not proof read v well

dyanamic: poly!nomin x fem!reader

warnings/tags: poly lee jeno x na jaemin x fem!reader, fluff, smut, oral (fem receiving), fingering (fem receiving), frottage, member x member interaction

“Do you think she’d want that? To join in? Be with us?” Jaemin asked Jeno as the two sat next to one another on the small couch.

“I think she feels the same as us. The best we can do is speak truthfully and ask for her honest reply,” Jeno said quietly. Jaemin nodded his agreement and the pair now sat across from you the very next day.

“We have a proposition for you,” Jeno started. You looked at him and Jaemin expectantly, the sight of both beautiful men with their undivided attention on you sending delightful shivers down your spine.

“We were wondering if you felt the same as us…if you had the same feelings for us as we do you,” Jeno continued. You felt your jaw loosen, excitement stirring in your belly. Could it be? Did they really share romantic feelings towards you, as you did them?

“We like you. To be clear, we like each other—we’re together. But we also like you. You’ve been such a strong presence in our life for so long now, as such a close friend. And lately, Jeno and I have started to develop feelings for you. Romantic ones,” Jaemin explained. The excitement bubbled up within you, a tiny smile pulling up the corners of your lips.

“You…you truly feel this way?” You asked hesitantly.

They both nodded, soft and cautious looks on their faces. You felt a breath of relief whoosh out of you.

“That’s—that’s so wonderful. I feel the same way. You both are so important to me, and I was upset with myself for these feelings at first. I tried to ignore them,” you said, watching the two with careful eyes as they looked fondly, and a little sadly, as you spoke.

“But eventually I accepted them. I thought, since the two of you were together, I would always keep it to myself. But hearing this…I’m so happy,” you smile. Jeno and Jaemin grin broadly, the three of you coming together to hug.

Weeks later, after many thoughtful conversations and experimental sessions of cuddling, kissing, and spending time close to one another, you agree on boundaries and decide to try a different level of intimacy. The air is tenser, now, as the three of you lay on the large bed in varying states of undress. Jeno was lazily kidding down your abdomen as Jaemin sat beside him, running his nimble fingers over the two of you, goosebumps in his wake.

“I can’t wait to taste you,” Jeno whispered, ripping a hard shudder from your body. His pink lips made contact with your core, kissing at its peak once before licking a long stripe up the center. Your back arches in need as he takes his time to eat you so well. Your core becomes more slick as he licks and sucks, saliva gathering and dripping down onto the sheets.

Jaemin leans in to kiss Jeno’s neck, his right hand moving to grip Jeno through his boxers. Jeno groans against you, the vibration pulling a pitched moan from your chest as Jaemin palms Jeno to hardness through the fabric. Your eyes want to squeeze shut in pleasure, but you fight to watch the scene in front of you. After a few sloppy movements, Jaemin manages to free both himself and Jeno from their lower restraints, tugging on their hard lengths as Jeno feasts upon you.

Breathy moans and muffled groans echo across the room as the three of you find pleasure in one another. Warmth blooms in your chest at the two beautiful young men with you, the three of you joined in the most intimate way. As your orgasm builds in your center, Jeno licks, sucks, and nips at you with increasing fervor. Finally, you come with your legs quivering, small, sweet moans escaping you as Jeno and Jaemin watch you come undone.

After a couple of beats, you look down to see two red, pulsating cocks slick with precome. Jaemin still has the two in hand, and he rushes to push Jeno down on the bed next to you. He leans down, sliding his desperate cock against Jeno’s and both men groan loudly once the heads brush against one another. You feel your chest rising and falling faster as the hot image of Jeno and Jaemin seeking pleasure from each other unfolds before you. Your center is still slick and pulsates deliciously as you watch. Jaemin keeps the semi fast pace grinding against Jeno as he snakes one hand over between your legs, soft fingers sliding down your folds until a single digit slips in.

“Oh fuck,” you whisper, loving the drag as he pumps his finger in and out. Jeno reaches his hands around Jaemin’s waist and grips his ass tightly, pushing their cocks together and riding the rhythm. Jaemin leans down and alternates kissing the both of you, spit trailing from his lips as he consumes you and Jeno with increasing intensity. Another finger is added, then a third only a minute later.

Jeno is the first to spill, cursing as he reaches his peak and fucks up against Jaemin’s cock. The slide of come makes the frottage easier, and Jaemin follows suit soon after. His movements inside you falter as he thrusts passionately, moaning both of your names and shooting warm, white come across Jeno’s abdomen. You watch with rapt attention, not ready for a second orgasm but enjoying the feeling of Jaemin’s fingers against your walls nonetheless.

After a moment or two more, Jaemin slides his fingers out, licking the juices with a sneaky grin as you chuckle lightheartedly. Jeno pulls you against him, Jaemin falling to your other side and sandwiching you in between the both of them, mess and all. Your heart beats with a warm glow of happiness as you take in their scents, comfortable and at ease.

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magics-neptunes-things · 1 year ago

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Recovery

Hi everyone :)

This was asking by someone like probably a year ago, sorry for the wait!

Prompt : have you had a good day? I hope so.someday we can get something from one batlle x reader.where their teammates think they are doing something out of character. But are they really just struggling not to take their medicine?

Maybe it's a little deeper than I thought at first, sorry? But it is a subject that I master rather well so I may have been a little carried away.

I'm still open for any of your ideas or want :)

TW : Oral fight, angst, depression, treatments, swearing.

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You’ve never been good at dealing with your emotions since you were a kid. Even if you never lacked anything and your parents always wanted the best for you, you always had a part in you that made you feel that everything you did was not enough. Having a little sister who was successful everywhere you had failed a few years ago probably didn’t help much, especially when you saw how proud your parents were of her. You have always been in the norm, in the average. You always did everything so that no one would notice you, your fear of being a disappointment taking over from the rest.

It worked for many years, until you changed class at school for random reason and ended up with Alessia Russo sitting next to you. For a reason that you never really understood, she got soft spot for you and wanted to become your friend. From the height of your eight years you were delighted and you gladly let yourself be dragged with her on the football fields. That’s when it really started. You found a sport that you liked and something that you really felt good about. Initially skeptical, your parents finally let you play and you climbed the ladder hand in hand with Alessia. The only difference was that you were in front of the goals trying to stop the balls rather than trying to put them in the net.

You and Alessia end up splitting up when she flies to the United States and you stay to play at Chelsea. You were selected to join the national team of England as soon as you were old enough and there too you made your place. At the end of your contract with Chelsea, you signed at Lyon, where you stayed until the summer of 2022. Year of England’s victory at the Euro, in which you participated by playing all the matches until the final. These memories will remain engraved in you forever, but it is also from there that your anxiety began to overtake you.

You didn’t say anything first of all, claiming that it came from your arrival in Barcelona, along with your colleague and friend Lucy Bronze. The latter had taken you under her wing for a long time, having perhaps realized that there was more to scratch under the surface of your smooth and angelic smile. Or maybe Alessia asked her to watch over you, because despite the physical distance between you two, she’s still your best friend.

Alessia introduced you to Ona, playing alongside her at Manchester United for a while. You quickly fell under the spell of the Spanish girl, her good humor, her charming smile and the way she had to sincerely care about others were something we are not used to. She quickly admitted that the feelings were reciprocal, but the geographical distance prevented you from fully living your relationship. When you learned that Ona’s transfer to Barcelona was finally accepted, you finally decided to try everything for everything. Instead of taking an apartment for her, you and Ona looked for an apartment together in which you settled when she arrived in Barcelona.

A few weeks later you were both called into your respective national selections. You knew what was happening in the Spanish squad, Ona having already refused to go there by signing a first petition against its leaders. Her change of heart was very badly perceived by the fans and the criticism she received affected you as much as it did to her. But you have always done your utmost to support her.

Being separated from Ona was not easy during those weeks. You managed to escape from time to time to find each other again, but having not mentioned your relationship outside your circles of friends, you didn't want to be caught by someone. Not to mention you were worried about the possible repercussions for Ona if her federation ever discovered the nature of your relationship.

The first panic attack you had was at the quarter-final against China. The goal you conceded that day was the first of the competition and the failure sensation that gave you was such that you had to lock yourself in the toilet at the end of the game. This is where Alessia found you and you don’t remember exactly how she brought you back to your hotel room, nor how she managed to make sure that Ona could join you there.

The following crises you managed to feel them happen, it was usually the night before the matches, but you also had some after the matches. Lauren, your regular tournament roommate, never realized every night you got up to go breathe fresh air on the balcony, sleeping too deep for that. And it was a relief to you, honestly. You didn’t want to worry anyone, let alone be pitied. Not being able to manage your nerves was a new shame in your eyes.

Except that you didn't win the tournament, losing the final because of a goal conceded. Your fault, finally. None of your teammates told you but you didn’t need to. You knew it. After your last game, you quickly jumped on the first plane back to Barcelona and away from Australia. You rejected your girlfriend’s offer not to go to the celebrations in Spain to stay with you, swearing that you were okay and that she deserved to enjoy what happened to her. If you sincerely thought the second part of the sentence, the first was probably the biggest lie of your life.

When you got to your apartment, you turned off your phone and lived in the dark for two days. Until Lucy shows up in your apartment and fails to break down the door, sent by a panicked Ona not to hear from you. After looking at the mace informs that you were under the sheets of your bed, Lucy pulled you out and took you to the emergency room. They found nothing physical, so you ended up in the psychiatric ward, despite your protests. They diagnosed you with depression and anxiety attacks but allowed you to go out only on the condition that you take your treatment daily.

You did for many weeks, before you realized that it was tiring you and making your abilities on the field less efficient than usual. Spoiler : It wasn’t, but your tortured mind didn’t seem to want to leave you alone.

So, you stopped taking them. To avoid Ona’s attention, you were throwing your daily dose of medication down the toilet. At first, it didn’t change your mood but you felt like you had regained the energy you had before. Except things started to turn the wrong way little by little. The slightest annoyance affected you a little too long and you started to have insomnia again. You briefly tried to take your treatment every two days, but it was worse than anything. So you simply stopped and you tried to silence the aggressive comments of your brain towards yourself. You had worried your girlfriend and friends enough about you.

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"Oh god Y/N how are you so clingy all the time?"

The phrase of one of the staff members, thrown in the tone of laughter, makes you raise your look from the screen of the computer on which Ona and you were watching a film. Train trips to another city were always a time when you chose to do something together. No team member seemed disturbed by this, you and Ona were almost tied by the hip at this point. The other couple, aka Ingrid and Mapi are doing the same anyway.

"I- I just…"

Surprised by the remark, you get up without thinking from Ona on which you had leaned your head. But your girl struck down the other woman with her eyes and took you back with authority against her.

"No need to be jealous like that" Lucy jokes from the seat in front of you, where she settled with Alexia.

"I love my clingy girlfriend just like that" Ona points and then put her attention back on the movie, making you to do the same.

You do it without adding anything, looking at the screen, the staff member leaving you to go back to her place. Or at least that’s what you want to make the other believe, your mind starting running. What if she was right and it was too much for Ona? You couldn’t stand a break up with her, she’s your pillar, your beacon in the dark. You try not to let anything appear, from your hands that become sweaty to your heart rate that has increased terribly.

Lost in your thoughts, you don't notice the worried look that Lucy exchanges with Ona between the two seats. Normally, you would have started Lucy’s joke.

Your mind slows down when you feel your girlfriend’s nose briefly caress your temple and then leave room for her lips. She kisses you delicately, making you raise your look on her. Her eyes are sweet, her smile is tender and you can’t help but give it back to her.

"Mi corazoncita"

She whispers and this time you feel your heart racing with love. You are wrong to doubt the sincerity or strength of Ona’s feelings. She has always been there for you, for the best certainly but also for the worst. Especially for the worst.

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Unfortunately, these kinds of moments have become more frequent as the days go by. You have started to doubt each of the jokes that are made to you, you get lost in your thoughts and you regularly wake up in the middle of the night, the heart beating way too hard. It sometimes wakes Ona up and you pretend a nightmare, making her cuddle you and help you fall asleep again. When it doesn’t wake her up, you don’t have the heart to do it. So you sneak out from under the sheets to go to your living room and turn on the television, anything that would keep you from thinking again.

All of this added to lack of sleep makes you feel increasingly irritable. You lack patience during training and you even disrespected one of your teammates. You quickly apologized and were forgiven, but it was spotted by others. With the passage of time you started to feel like you were being put in the spotlight, just waiting for the other to make mistakes and point the finger at you.

This was not lacking in the next game, during which you conceded a new goal. Again, you’ve been in a terrible mood all weekend, just refusing to talk to anyone. The worst was probably the guilt that was eating away at you from your behavior. But it quickly became an infernal circle from which you couldn't get out, despite all the goodwill and hands extended by your girlfriend or friends. The worst was yet to come.

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You are in Barcelona, receiving the team of Atletico de Madrid. You didn't concede a goal that day and it was with great relief when you heard the whistle of the referee. Alexia scored a goal in the second half, which was enough for the team to win the famous three points. After greeting a few opposing players and congratulating your teammates (giving you a longer time when you found yourself against Ona), you and Lucy went to see Ana Crnogorčević with whom you played last year and whom you always liked.

The discussion was pleasant and you felt relieved and relaxed, like every time you won without conceding goals. While you were talking about Ana’s arrival in Madrid, the image you saw over the shoulder of your interlocutor was like a punch in the stomach.

Ona in full discussion with one of her acquaintances, Carmen Menayo. Really, you could have endured it since your girlfriend is perfectly entitled to have friends outside of you. But seeing that the other player had her hands almost everywhere at once on the body of your girlfriend made you see red. If you had been focused on Ona’s face you would have seen how uncomfortable this behavior made her, but that was the cork of your insecurity bottle.

Unable to see anything else, you only come back to yourself when you realize that Lucy is dragging you somewhere else.

"Come on Kiddo"

Once again your mind is blurred until you find yourself at home, in your apartment, without Ona. Where is she? Certainly enjoying her friend, having a good time with someone in a good mood. Someone who would make her happy. Someone who wouldn’t be you.

The mixture of anxiety, anger and all that has accumulated in recent weeks is about to make you lose your footing and, in a desperate attempt, you begin to walk. You promised Lucy it was okay and you sent her home, even if you don’t remember it right now. You must have been convincing, because she knows full well what happened at the Euro and what you are suffering from.

A few minutes later, the front door finally opens to a hesitant Ona. Needless to say, those minutes seemed like hours.

"Where have you been?" you ask a little too aggressively when you turn to her.

"The girls told me you went home with Lucy, so I showered and come home."

Ona's voice was soft as she drops her bag next to the door. You answer nothing, content yourself with a sarcastic snort. Of course, they were on her side. Could you blame them? No, obviously not. They knew Ona and also knew she deserved better than you.

"Maybe if you had been less busy with your friend, you would have seen me leave."

The sentence was scathing, filled with bitter sarcasm. The quotation marks you used with your fingers when you said the word "friend" might have been funny if it wasn’t so dramatic.

"What are you talking about, Bebita?"

Ona approaches you and tries to place a hand on your arm, but you quickly release her contact.

"Don’t fucking touch me."

An alarm siren has been on for a few minutes in your head, but you ignore it prodigiously. The sensations you feel in your belly are such that you wonder by what miracle you haven't vomited yet.

"By the way, what are you doing here? You should have gone to your bitch’s house, probably had a better night than here with me. Isn’t it what she told you?"

Despite your accusatory tone, Ona has the merit of not getting upset. But you’d rather see her yell at you than see her eyes filled with tears.

"You talk nonsense. Listen, everybody’s worried about you, you haven’t been yourself for a while. Maybe... Maybe you should ask someone for help?"

Tears roll down her cheeks and it’s too much for you. Ona should not have to cry because of you, she is the sweetest, kindest and simply the most perfect girl on earth. The reaction you have, by contrast, is probably the stupidest possible. Trying to push her away from you is probably not the best thing. And yet.

"Not yours anyway. I don’t need you."

"Y/N..."

"No, Ona. The truth is, it’s not that I don’t need you, it’s that I don’t want you here."

You found yourself screaming without even realizing it and the silence that ensued was like death. You may never be able to erase Ona’s expression from your mind. After these few seconds suspended, Ona turns the heels and disappears through the front door of your apartment.

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You didn’t hear from Ona in the next days, but it would have been complicated anyway since you threw your phone against a wall shortly after she left, with some other things. Then, you spent your nerves on the cushions of the sofa in your living room before falling into tears when you saw the photos that Ona had taken the habit of hanging on a wire held with tweezers above your television.

Ona didn’t come back either, but that didn’t surprise you. You ruined everything, like every time. Someone knocked on your door several times but you didn't answer, staying motionless, lying on the floor of your kitchen or prostrated in your bathroom. You knew perfectly well that it wasn’t Ona, if it had been her she would have opened the door.

After the game against Atletico, you had two days off and you imagine that your lack of response didn't intrigue many people. Given the fight you had with your girlfriend, they must think you don’t want to see anyone. Girlfriend? Ex, maybe. You don’t know anymore.

On the day you resume training, you completely lost track of time. Daylight then street lights illuminate your ceiling and change the vision of things, but that’s about all you see. You didn’t eat, you didn’t drink, and you couldn’t tell how long you slept. The pain, the emotions have gradually given way to a general anesthesia thanks to which you no longer feel anything. Physically as well as emotionally.

The evening of the day of the resumption of training, you are awakened by the door of your apartment that opens while you were lying in the floor of your kitchen. The footsteps are too heavy for it to be Ona. You don’t even turn your head, too absorbed by the images projected on the ceiling.

"Bloody hell Y/N, what the fuck?!"

Alessia.

Your best friend appears in your field of vision and watches you with a mixture of fair and relief. What is she doing here?

"I came to see if you were still alive, you idiot. Everyone is freaking out and thinks you’re drowning in your bathtub."

You hadn't realized that your thoughts had been spoken aloud.

"It might be better."

Your voice is a whispers. Alessia looks at you from her height and ends up lying next to you, on the cold tiled floor of the apartment you shared with Ona. A few minutes passed and Alessia ended up speaking again.

"You’re in a terrible state. And I’m not talking about your physique."

You don’t answer. You know that.

"You need help, Y/N"

She takes your hand in her and you take a deep breath and close your eyes. You know that, too. But just because you need it doesn’t mean you want it.

"Where is Ona?"

"At Alexia’s."

You imagined that the Latin girl had gone to live with someone else, but during these three days you had imagined her at Menayo's. Knowing that she wasn’t relieves you, even if talking about her lights a flame in your throat that you can’t swallow.

"I've lost her"

It’s not a question you ask Alessia, it’s a statement you make out loud. The blonde sighs and turns her head in your direction. You imagine her thoughts very well, she deserves better than what you are. (Spoiler bis : This isn't what Alessia thinks for a second)

"I’m going to get you out of this apartment and you’re going to go into a place to really heal yourself. Then we’ll see what we can fix."

Except, you don’t want to. Regaining some energy, you shake your head and sit down abruptly and grab her arm.

"No. Don’t make me go to one of these centers, I beg you, Less, please. I’ll do whatever you want."

Your despair seems to touch your best friend, who hesitates, looking at you. She also sat down and bite her lips. You whisper one last plea and she sighs as she passes a hand through her hair.

"At least I’ll take you to the hospital. Maybe they’ll keep you for a few days, but as soon as you get out, I need you to swear to me that you’ll follow your treatment and go to a psychiatrist. It’s not a shame, if you knew how many players should do it too. No one will love you less because you get treatment."

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You stay four days in the hospital and Alessia stayed with you until the third day. From there she had to go back to London and you almost threw her out. You refuse that she has any professional difficulties because of you. Your visits are regulated and you had to choose four unique names. Alessia, Lucy, Alexia and Ona. The latter has still not come to see you and you hesitated for a long time before adding her to your list. In the meantime, Alessia had your phone repaired but you weren’t allowed to use it until the last day.

The club masked your absence at training by mentioning an ankle injury, thanks to Lucy’s responsiveness no one noticed your trouble in the last game. Plus, if you have to miss several weeks, it will not seem too surprising. It’s a relief for you, even if you agreed to get treatment, you don’t want the general public to know about it for the moment. Maybe later.

Since you can’t contact Ona by text or phone, you decided to write her a letter. Alexia promised to give it to her, but you are aware that this doesn't mean that she will read it. You often ask your captain about Ona. You know she sleeps at Alexia's sometimes, your's or her parent's. On the third day, you asked Alexia if she thought Ona would come to see you here. Hoping to see her figure walk through the door to find you with one of your three friends was sometimes difficult.

"She needs time" Alexia replied.

You noded, knowing it was perfectly selfish of you to want her here. In your letter, you apologized at length for your behavior and explained everything that happened to you in the last few days. And you told her how much you miss her, too. The discussions you had with the hospital psychiatrist also helped you a lot.

"Have you ever thought about quitting football?"

"What?! Of course not. Football was the reason I met the most important people in my life. It’s the only area where I’m not too bad."

She thought for a few seconds before continuing.

"Okay. But the way you throw yourself under the bus with every goal you take, it’s not healthy. We have to find a solution so that you stop living every goal as a failure."

That was the crux of the problem, unfortunately. But with your new treatment, which you were taking with attention this time, it seemed that you could be a little more optimistic.

***********

On day four, you were allowed out in the late afternoon. In the morning, you were able to get your phone back and with Lucy by your side you turned it on. The number of notifications was such that it crashed and you had to turn it back on. You received countless messages before and after your hospitalization. Ona’s were the hardest to read, of course. After you were hospitalized, she stopped writing to you and the first thing you did was look for her social media accounts. Since the game, she hasn’t posted anything.

You then replied to some of the messages you received, to Alessia or some of your teammates for example. Family and friends, too. With your psychiatrist, you decided to limit social media. So you have removed Twitter from your phone, limited comments on your Instagram posts and your TikTok account is only used to watch videos anyway. You never posted anything with it.

It was Alexia who came to pick you up at your exit and it was good to breathe a little fresh air. You climbed into her car, realizing soon after that she was not going to your apartment or hers.

"Where are we going?"

Curiosity outweighed anxiety, but you didn’t ask yourself where you were going. A look in her direction is enough to remove you from the head she was taking you straight to a rehabilitation center. This treatment was truly miraculous.

"You will see"

The answer was simple, but addressed with a smile that relaxed you quickly. It didn't stop your curiosity but when you left the city, you understood before even arriving at the destination. Alexia was taking you to Villassar de Mar, Ona’s hometown.

"Will I see her?" you asked after a few minutes

Alexia replied with a simple nod, startling when she saw you suddenly stand up on your seat.

"I can’t see her like that, look how dressed I am"

Alexia’s gaze slipped on your clothes, jeans and a sweatshirt that you just stole from Ona. You obviously took a shower before going out, but still. You are far from perfect.

"We don’t care Y/N, really"

"At least let me buy her flowers"

Alexia roll her eyes, but she smiled and stopped at the shop you mentioned to her. This is Ona’s favorite, in one of the villages close to her parent's. On your first date she stopped by and gave you a bouquet of mixed flowers. She told you that she didn’t know which flowers you preferred but that she found those very beautiful.

Needless to say, you opted for the same bouquet.

Arriving in Villassar de Mar, Alexia doesn't take you to your in-laws as you had imagined. She drops you off near one of the beaches full of memories for Ona and you. The windy weather took everyone away from the beach, except for a silhouette that you would recognize between a thousand. Sitting against one of the rocks that delimits the small cove, Ona looks towards the horizon.

When you see her, you feel a form of stress taking hold of you, but different from the anxiety that persisted in recent weeks. You bite your lips before feeling Alexia's arm around your shoulder, taking you for an hug.

"You’ve come a long way Y/N. We’re all very proud of you."

You don’t need to look her in the eye to check the sincerity of her words and you offer her a shy smile. With that, she gently pushes you towards the beach and you slowly break the distance between Ona and you, playing nervously with the stems of the flowers that you hold in your hands.

The wind blows a little, blowing Ona’s hair. Arriving at one meter behind her, you are not sure that she heard you. You let a few moments pass during which you take the opportunity to look at her. She looks tired, not to say exhausted. A new wave of guilt takes hold of you and you take one last step before reporting your presence.

"Hi"

She gently turns her gaze towards you and the strength of your feelings for her hits you hard.

"Hi"

She answers you gently and after a few seconds a slight smile appears on her lips. His eyes run through your face and you clear your throat before raising the flowers in her direction, a little embarrassed.

"It’s for you. They’re beautiful, but not as beautiful as you?"

Ona laughs softly, but you see her hands shake when she grabs the bouquet to carry it to her nose and breathe the smell.

"Is that a question?" she asks over the flowers.

"No but pickup lines were never my thing. You do look beautiful though" you just answer without taking your eyes off her. "I missed you."

"I miss you too, but…"

You step forward to interrupt her, not wanting to hear what she is hiding behind this "but".

"No, Ona, please listen to me." You wait until she nods before continuing. "I’m really, really sorry. I never wanted to hurt you, scream at you, or make you cry. I will do anything if you give me another chance. I know it sounds like a creepy guy with dozens of red flags, but I swear I’ll do better than I’ve done so far."

The Latin looks at you while you speak before sighing gently and letting her gaze float in the wave. She seems to look for her words and you let her do it, looking at her face with intensity. You realize that this may be the last time you see her, you want to immerse yourself in her as much as possible.

"If continue together Y/N, I want you to promise to really heal yourself. I couldn’t stand a second time watching you self-destruct like you did."

"I swear. I’ll do it for you. For us."

You mean it sincerely and the strength of your answer seems to surprise Ona. It must be said that you have seemed unsure of anything lately. She looks at you for a long time and you let her do it, a little embarrassed. Your eyes find their path to your shoes.

"Why are you always so shy?"

Ona’s amused tone surprises you and in a second your gaze is back on her.

"What do you mean?"

"You never knew how to handle compliments, you always blush when I look at you, you roll your eyes at me when I tell you that I find you beautiful…"

You retain a grimace of extreme accuracy, but you are convinced that Ona has realized it. You answer her however, shrugging you shoulders. If there is a time when you have to be honest with each other, it's now.

"I never understood what you found in me from the beginning. I thought you weren’t as interested in me as I was in you and that the long-distance relationship suited you. To be honest with you, I was looking to have the most of you until you realized there are other girls that are much more interesting than me."

Ona frowns and gets ready to speak, but you raise your hand to ask her to let you continue. Now that you’ve started, you need to clear your head.

"I was always convinced that you would find someone better than me at some point, someone joyful who would make you happier. Last week when you started crying because me, I just wanted you to leave so you wouldn’t be sad. Nothing else in the world matters more than you and your happiness to me. I’m sorry I showed you so badly, I’m sorry I wasn’t up to it, for making you cry and for making you go through hell. I’ve only been sure of one thing in all this fog since this summer, it’s the strength of my feelings for you. I really want to build something serious together. You’re the love of my life, Ona."

It was random, probably said in a completely disorderly way, but it was totally sincere. You find yourself a little breathless after your tirade and you look carefully at Ona. She also seems to be breathless and a few seconds pass, only disturbed by the sound of the waves behind you. You realize that when she speaks again, she has tears in her eyes.

"You're enough Y/N. I promise you're enough"

She whispers but approaches you to take your face in her two hands. It is a tender gesture and you feel a pleasant warmth at the precise place where her skin is in contact with yours.

"And I love you too. We’ll get through this together. I promise."

You smile softly and nod at her answer. After these long monologues, you find yourself a little short of words.

"No more lies or secrets?" said Ona.

"No more lies or secrets."

A new smile exchanged before your lips finally meet, sealing your promises of eternity. Because she loves you as much as you do. And it will be forever you and her.

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kiatheinsomniac · 12 days ago

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𓏲𝄢 ˚ : · Hello! Dunno if youre comfortable with anon asks since it wasnt stated in your requests thingy, but I was wondering if you could do Undertaker (Black butler) with F! Reader who used to work with him when he was still a grim reaper (shes still a grim reaper) and the only times they meet again is trough coffee dates 😭 where they talk about things theyre doing now and sometimes reminisce about their time together back then. So sorry if its too sappy 🥲 –anon ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

──── 𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐄 ˊˎ - ☾ ⋆ ﾟ𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Undertaker | Adrian Crevan x Reader 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1k 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: none

You sit down opposite your old friend, in all black as usual. The two of you still occasionally meet up for tea or coffee and cake despite him having abandoned the profession in which you met many years ago. As of late, he’s still caused quite a stir amongst your colleagues though and you’ve been itching to meet with him in secret again like this.

“How is it you’ve been gone all these years and yet your name is on everyone’s lips as of late, hm?~” You ask with a smile as you sit in the little corner of the café where you two like to meet regularly, earning a delighted chuckle from him in response. He looks different now from when you first met him: he’s more mindful to keep a low profile, his hair hides his eyes that otherwise pierce with an almost radium-like glow to them. Humans may not recognise it but any reaper like you would know his true nature in an instant. It reminds you to push your own glasses up your nose a little.

“Perhaps they’re all just reluctant to outright admit that they miss the humour I brought to the job.” He suggests with a sly smile on his lips that seem to ever be upturned in a grin or open with laughter.

“I don’t know about Will and Ronald but I certainly miss you.” Your reply is fond but tinged with a note of sadness. Despite the chaos he’s stirred in his retirement, he’s still a legend amongst your kind, but before he was a legend, he’s always been your best friend. He was there to put a smile on your face when your longing for death was cruelly returned with an immortal life of bringing death but never receiving it. It was a long time ago and you’ve since grown used to your new lifestyle but you know adjusting would have been far more difficult if not for his company.

“You know my door is always open to you, y/n.” He replies as he picks up a biscuit which he dips into his tea. As tempting as the offer is, you shake your head. Living forever is difficult, and living forever without a set purpose even moreso; you’re not yet prepared to risk losing what you already have when you’ve lost so much to begin with.

“Perhaps one day but that day won’t come soon, I’m afraid.” A waiter comes and sets a plate down in front of you which Undertaker had ordered for you ahead of your arrival. It’s your favourite dessert to order from here and that only makes you smile happily to yourself. You pick up the fork to take a bite. He shrugs and leans back in his seat.

“Very well. I have forever to wait after all.” You can’t help but laugh softly at his words, at how he’ll always be there for you – it’s kind and sweet, so unlike how everyone at work is currently describing him, like a part of him only you seem to know.

“Besides, I’m doing what I can for you from my side, you know? They’re all looking for you, Grell in particular seems quite upset. Something about her face?” You shake your head. She’s a vain one but all reapers seem to have their quirks, yourself included. Maybe death just does that to you. “Either way, I’ve been doing my best to keep them off your trail.” The Undertaker laughs at the thought of Grell having a vendetta against him for injuring her in a fight.

“Well you have my thanks.” He replies, taking your hand across the table. His skin is as cold as yours when his thumb brushes over your knuckles.

“So what’s your grand plan with these dolls of yours anyway?” You quiz as you take another bite of your dessert. “And how do you plan on keeping that brat and his demon off your back? I’ve heard he’s quite tenacious despite his young age.”

“Well it would ruin the fun if I told you everything. Ciel might have cut my experiment short but it was a success nonetheless. And his demon shouldn’t be too much hassle so long as he’s concerned about the safety of his master.” The Undertaker replies. “But enough about that, how’s Ronald been handling all that extra paperwork?” He laughs at the thought of the defeated reaper having to document and clean up the mess he made upon the Campania. You roll your eyes.

“He’s not moving quick enough for Will’s liking and so Will is making it everyone else’s problem. You’re lucky we’re friends or else I’d hand you in myself if only to put an end to the papers on my desk that are giving me a headache.” You huff, a hint of playfulness to your voice, “Even reaping souls isn’t as exciting without you by my side, you know?” The two of you used to work so closely, examining reels and sharing queries about how they worked, observing the lives that faded at the blades of your death scythes.

“All the more reason to come join me, dear~” He chimes. You sigh. It’s not that you don’t want to, just that it’s not the right time.

“Perhaps once things have settled down and we have a plan in place. If I leave, there;s be no one left to cover for us as I’m doing for you.” The fact he’s brought it up a second time makes you wonder if he misses you more than he’s letting on. You know he’s a man who lives his immortal life for curiosity and laughter, not one to be caught too deeply in sadness – not openly at least.

“Well, until that time comes-” He lifts his cup to you in a sort of toast, “-we have an eternity of these days ahead of us while we wait.” You smile softly and raise your own cup too. You miss him dearly, your immortality no longer the same without his company.

One day you’ll work side by side again.

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muffinsin · 9 months ago

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Just read the ask about dimi sisters admiring from afar. Enjoyed it a lot! As always, great writing. The last lines for dani caught my attention.

I read it over and over then thought to myself “well, what if Dani had a knight! s/o that was originally sent to slay her?” But of course, upon the knight facing her they come to see that Dani is no real monster and decide to “slay” her in a different way. Knight! s/o sent to pierce the heart of the beast only to “pierce” her else where (g!p knight).

Ooooo yes, Daniela deserves herself a knight ;) this has been a WIP for too long🙇‍♀️

Let’s get into it!

Masterlists

Castle Dimitrescu.

You’ve heard so much about this place already, the terrors it holds within, the poor, screaming and crying, kicking and mewling victims dragged to its entrance never to be seen again.

The many crying, bruised women dragged away.

It is said, the men are tortured and killed. Dehumanized and destroyed, torn apart.

It is said, the women suffer a fate worse than death. It is said, they are taken. Some, to be enslaved. “Employed”. Others are kidnapped to become wine, or to serve as walking livestock.

The grand castle- the place of horror, blood and death. The place that holds monsters, it is said. Is it true? Ah, you are about to find out, it seems.

Indeed, monsters of all kinds are said to roam its halls and cellars, such as the one you are sent to kill.

Daniela Dimitrescu.

Accordingly, a siren. A bloodthirsty monster. A manipulator, a liar. A thief and the goddess of torture and pain, of deception and corruption.

It is said, she takes and enslaves, and those that are taken never return.

You wonder about her, you’ve received painfully little information about her.

Red hair, bloodied face, black dress, green gemstone in her choker necklace. It’s all the input you have to recognise her.

You wonder, will her face be young and beautiful? Ready to corrupt souls? Or will she be a hag, ready to put a spell on you?

You decide, there is only one way to find out.

The path to the iron doors that lead into the castle is stony, and bloody. It’s where victims are dragged inside, you realise.

You grip your sword a little tighter as you unsheathe it. You have the feeling, you’re going to need it.

You sigh…there is but one way inside. You know you will need to fight your way through.

Your muscles ache as you advance through the castle, blood- partly yours and partly that of the undead roaming the halls- smeared alongside your body.

At last, it seems, you have ventured far enough to hear the siren’s voice.

“There you are!”, she says, as though relieved.

You don’t see her, for a mere moment, and gasp when suddenly a woman manifests in front of you, made from by far too many bugs.

You don’t have time to get a good look at your attacker, nor to prepare yourself and strategise, for a sickle is already swung your way.

She crackles and giggles, as if in delight when you block her sickle with the steel adorning your arm.

“I can feel your heart beating for me!”, she says, loud and cheerful. Is this Daniela? The flashes of red hair suggest so.

You can’t get a look at her, not really, with the amount of flies and weapons being flung around.

You flinch back when the sickle gets uncomfortably close to your face, so much so you feel it graze your helmet.

When you attempt to push her back, you are only met with flies and thin air.

“My beautiful knight!”, she hums, and for a moment it looks like she’s spinning around excitedly.

You gasp when she throws herself against you next, her sharp nails attempting to penetrate the armor. They merely leave scratches, though it gives you a good scare.

You attempt to swing your blade at her, but it seems to go right through her.

This only makes her giggle again. “Naughty knight”, she scolds playfully. You can’t help but worry, will she be your doom?

Is she the monster you cannot slay? Have you accepted a bounty for the impossible?

Her sickle attempts to attack your armoured leg now. Thankfully, the blade cannot penetrate the steel but you know, it will leave a nasty bruise.

When you kick forwards, hoping to make the monster stumble and fall, she merely avoids your kicks again.

This seems futile! And yet, that is about to change.

You hiss when you’re backed up again, against a wooden pillar and a button. Your back presses it as your body is pushed against it, and both of you look upwards at a loud noise.

First golden eyes, then yours, mostly hidden by the helmet, widen when the large window at the ceiling opens up.

Suddenly, the creature in front of you screams.

You back away almost instinctively, expecting an ugly mutation such as the ones you have encountered in the past.

But no mutation comes. Quite the opposite, even. She screams loud at the wind that hits her, and you see the flies she seems to be made of drop to the ground.

She’s gasping and shrieking, her hood turning to a lighter colour as she holds her arms up to her face. The fabric of her dress turns to a lighter colour, too.

Flies drop from her, and fall dead to the floor.

Oh?

This is your chance to strike at last, it seems. Both of you know this.

“No you don’t!”, you curse, your gloved fingers grabbing her arm as she attempts to run. You hear the sickening sound of bugs being squashed under you, and feel a little odd as you grip her.

No longer can this monster avoid your attacks. She seems to be in a relatively mortal body, now.

Unsurprisingly, she swings back around, her sickle hitting your armoured shoulder, to no avail.

Again, you are sure it will bruise, but at the very least the sharp blade can’t penetrate you.

Daniela screams as a sword is raised to her neck, and gasps when she falls back against the floor as you push her arm easily.

Fear flashes in her eyes. “You’ll kill me!”, she gasps, as though shocked.

She’s crawling backwards now, as though unsure where to go. Upon attempting to lunge for her sickle, you step onto the blade harshly just as her fingers tighten around it.

Wide, fearful eyes look at you.

She gasps when you kick the sickle from her easily, and quickly draws back her hand. Is that a whimper you’re hearing?

Your eyes widen when she opens up her mouth, a loud call coming from her lips. You can’t have her bring any more monsters to you!

“Cassan-EE!”, she shrieks when you step closer to her, and immediately backs up again. This time, you don’t grant her the space and quickly, with a yank of her black tights- covered ankle, she is back below you, eyes wide and fearful.

She flinches when you dig your sword and dagger into the wooden ground next to her neck, creating an X shape right at her throat. She’s unable to move, should she not want the blades to cut into her.

You notice, flies are still dripping to the floor, yet find yourself frowning underneath your helmet as you look up at her face.

She’s crying. And she doesn’t look older than perhaps her mid twenties. Her eyes are an unnatural shade gold, yet you see the light green colour peeking through.

Makeup adorns her face, smeared and smudged, running down her cheeks with the wet tears that come from her eyes.

She has a button nose and round cheeks. Blood covers her mouth and chin.

She’s trembling beneath you, and you notice how petite the woman is. She doesn’t stand a chance against a fight with you like this, without the support of her flies.

And she knows this too.

Yet, with this woman eying you so fearfully, you can’t help but wonder- how is she this monster?

She was calling for someone- for help? It’s a painfully human thing to do. No other monster you have encountered screamed for help from someone.

Then, of course, there were her words. “You’ll kill me!”, spoken so shocked and breathless you can’t help but wonder: has this been a game to her prior to her injuries?

She eyes you, fearful, yet curious.

“What do you want?”, she asks. Her voice is soft, but shaky. She’s scared of you, but doesn’t dare raise her hands to the swords trapping her in place.

Mother has warned her of the outsiders, after all. She doesn’t want to die!

Truthfully- you have no idea what you want. You feel betrayed, set up. You feel as though she has been betrayed. Someone set up this contract on her, claiming she is a monster to be slain.

You know, she isn’t. She is undoubtedly a killer, yet, you can’t bring yourself to see the beautifully petite and fearful woman as a monster. Not by your standards.

“I don’t want to die! Take whatever you want!”, she cries out suddenly when you shift a little.

You’re hovering above her, and you notice, she is desperately trying to find your eyes through the gap of your helmet.

Perhaps, what you are about to do is foolish….

Golden eyes find yours when you tug the helmet off, and she flinches yet again when you drop it next to her, just at her hips.

“You’re…”, she doesn’t dare finish her sentence. She doesn’t dare speak her thoughts. Why is she still alive, if not because you love her? She knows, this can’t be right though. Cassandra has told her over and over again- outsiders do not fall for monsters such as her, and even if they did, they would never do Daniela right and meet their demise anyway.

You quirk an eyebrow and she lightly turns her head, just enough to avoid your eyes without getting cut.

Neither of you realise the window is closed again, even as Daniela doesn’t feel the sting of the cold anymore.

You can’t help but stare at the woman below you. She’s beautiful.

Siren

The word- the warning- echoes in your mind. But she is no witch putting you under a spell. She’s a woman, a beautiful, beautiful woman, that looks up at you all too curiously and desperately.

Can this truly be the monster everyone has talked about? This playful woman?

Have you been fooled? Or is she the one fooling you?

Daniela flinches when you take the dagger from the floor and throw it in the corner. She watches with wide eyes, a small smile dares slip to her lips.

“You’re pretty…”, she finishes her thought from moments ago. You can’t help but smile at her. She’s blushing at her small confession.

Daniela’s cheek is bright pink and warm when you cup it. She watches you pull the glove from your hand, then touch her cheek again.

“You’re so- soft”, you breathe out. She’s so beautiful and pliable under you, breathing heavily and blushing sweetly.

“I-“, she gasps breathlessly when her head is turned.

Daniela bites her lip when the sword is removed too and attached to your belt again.

You now notice too, that the window is shut. As she notices this, a large grin spreads on her lips.

For a moment you fear this is the end, when bugs surround you and throw you backwards and her sickle presses against your throat.

She’s on top of you, giggling and urging you to tilt your head sideways. Yet, when you expect her to dig her teeth inside your unprotected flesh and serve you a painful death, you gasp when you instead feel soft lips press a gentle kiss to them.

“I won!”, she claims eagerly. Her golden eyes are set on you, and you gasp in surprise when she takes your hand in hers boldly. “I won! You lost! That was fun!”, she giggles. “I think, I’ll still let you kiss me though. Don’t you think I deserve a reward too, my love?”, she hums, almost dreamily.

My love?

Reward?

So this truly is just a playful game to her?

You can’t help but bite your lip at her. After all…there is a beautiful woman sitting on top of you. And you’ve slain so many real monsters in the castle- mindless, rotten corpses- surely you couldn’t be blamed for having a little bit of fun?

You reach up and gently grasp her soft hair, using your grip to pull her down yet again. “Get me out of all this armour, pretty girl”, you whisper, and smile when she squeaks at the petname.

With her face adorably flushed, her gloved hands work on undoing pieces of your fit.

You can’t help but smile fondly at the flustered, blushing woman that just sometimes catches your eyes and smiles eagerly.

How could someone mistake this woman for a monster? Even with the blood around her lips? Maybe you should know better. Maybe you already do.

Daniela is no monster, you settle on. She’s just- different. There’s more to being a monster than killing- you of all people should know.

She’s eager in her movements, and smiles when all the armor is off and you’re left in a tight, brown cloth and undergarments.

As she straddles you again, she squeaks and you laugh. Her thick behind presses up right against your visible bulge, and it’s making her turn her head adorably in confusion.

“Think you can still take it, princess?”, you hum. For a second, you see raw desire flash in her eyes. It seems, your newfound redhead enjoys the nickname given to her.

You groan and throw your head back as she begins moving her hips again, her gloved hands on your shoulders and her clothed ass rubbing up against you.

“God…yes..!”, you groan, your hand coming up to cup her adorably round ass. She arches her back on top of you, her hair framing her face beautifully as she thrusts her hips.

Little, sweet moans pass her blood coated lips as she grinds down on you, a fierce blush on her cheeks. You almost laugh at the situation; you’ve come to find a monster, discovered a princess, and are now about to fuck her like a slut. The thought amuses you.

She giggles when you pull her forwards and hums as, at last, your lips meet hers. You cringe slightly at the metallic, bloody flavour that coats them, yet taste the sweetness underneath. Her mouth is sweet, as though she’s eaten candy recently.

You wouldn’t be surprised if she did.

Daniela’s grinding harder against you, her tongue easily dominated by yours and her hands groping your hips and chest eagerly. You realise, she’s desperate.

The poor thing has been deprived of human contact in so long, it’s no surprise she’s this eager now.

Still, you wish to see how naughty the redhead on top of you is.

Daniela gasps when you tug on her dress, yet eagerly removes it within seconds. More and more of smooth, soft skin, pale and thick, is revealed. She blushes as her pink, perky breasts and nipples stand bare for you and you immediately raise your hands to them.

You can’t help but smile filthily at her large chest, and feel your cock ache with the desire to thrust between her round breasts.

Daniela gasps when you flip the two of you, your hands next to her head, strong arms flexing as you hold yourself up. She looks up at you, adorably wide eyes, a ring of gold surrounding the black.

She grasps at the brown cloth, and you eagerly allow her to tear it off you. Instead, you have other matters to attend to, after all. Such as her large, soft breasts. You cup one of them in your hand, squeezing and squeezing a light squeak from her. You squeeze it in your hand, and as you lean down and suck it, another moan and gasp is pulled from her.

It seems, being locked in such a big castle for who knows how long has made your princess adorably sensitive and needy. You can’t help but smirk at the thought, as well as the thought to claim and ruin the woman for everybody else.

Already you imagine how tight she must be for you.

You feel her tight, soaked panties against your undergarments when the brown garment is finally torn from your body, and nearly throw your head back at the sensation of her soft, thick southern lips pressed against you whenever you grind down hard enough.

She squirms, and moans, her fingers grasping first your arm before they move up and she settles on scratching alongside your back instead.

The soft flesh of her breasts spills from between your fingers, her back arching when you suck again.

Daniela gasps when you move up again, tugging her and pushing her over the small cart stacking books.

You can’t help but smirk filthily as you pull on the waistband of her tight, black panties, and slowly reveal her soaking entrance.

“Mhmmm, please, my Knight”, she begs, her cheeks flushed when you spread her legs wider. You put your index and middle finger on one juicy lip each, then, much to Daniela’s embarrassment, pull them apart and expose her entirely to you.

She keens and shakes her hips a little as you spread her southern lips, her wet core leaking creamy arousal already. You lick your lips at the mere sight.

Wetness drips from her like honey, and her hips buck shakily against the cart when your warm breath hits her thighs.

A gasp is pulled from her again when you prod at her entrance, your fingertip grazing her entrance and your tongue sliding across her clit.

“Mghmm! Y-Yes! Yes, my sweet!”

You chuckle a little. Her taste lingers on your tongue and you hum at how delicious the woman in front of you is.

Your cock aches painfully as you begin to suck at her clit and your index finger pushes deep inside of her. She shivers and mewls, her stance widening to allow you to move properly between her slim thighs.

You hum against her soft pussy when a second finger pushes inside of her. Again, Daniela gasps and moans softly. Her little groans and shivers really do a number on you.

You thrust your fingers fast, her sweet scent filling your nose and her delicious taste in your mouth.

“H-H-AAh, yes, y-yes!”, she moans, her beautiful face flushed and her fingertips gripping the cart tightly. The poor thing is panting and gasping, unused to such a rough pace.

When you curl your fingers inside of her, Daniela slaps her hand over her lips. She turns her head for a moment, as though worried her sisters will come to check up on her. Thankfully, this isn’t the case. They seem to be busy with the free roaming moroaica, still.

Her moans, her taste, her feel makes your cock ache hard. You know, you can’t last much longer. She’s so enticing, seducing you and luring you to bury yourself inside of her already.

You decide, you can wait only a little longer.

You hear her muffled moans and slurred words when you lick against her. Your tongue moves fast, up and down, sideways along her sensitive clit. The poor little bud is bright pink and sensitive for you.

Using your free hand you grip her hip and pull her closer against you, her round ass pushed up against you and her quivering thighs by your head.

“Y-yes mhnnng, f-fu-aack! Fuck! Yes!”, she moans, her moans increasing in volume and frequency.

Daniela grips the cart tightly as she feels her orgasm rising within her already. You treat her so well.

Alas, when you feel her tighten around your pumping fingers, you can’t hold back. You feel as though you’re getting blue balls from all this holding back and waiting!

“Hgnn, n-no!”, she gasps, her voice cracking a little as you move your fingers out and pull away from her aching clit. You lick your lips at the mere sight of her.

Creamy arousal drips from her and sticks to your fingers. Sweet, and slightly salty when you lick it off you. Daniela’s head spins as she turns to you and catches the action.

She watches you pull down your underwear, her lip sucked to her mouth and trapped between her teeth when she eyes the cock standing erect between your legs and the large, heavy balls capable of holding enough cum to fill her up entirely.

The thought nearly makes her dizzy. Poor, inexperienced Daniela can’t stop ogling the dangling cock between your legs, her cunt tightening around nothing at the mere sight and the thought of you fucking her with it.

It’s been ages since she’s had one. Ages since she’s found a lost little villager or explorer bearing such a thing. She wonders- will it feel similar to the maid’s fingers? Will it compare to the few toys she knows and has access to? Will it stretch her? It looks nearly monstrous in size.

You bite your lip in return as you step closer to her again, a laugh ripping from your throat when you slap your cock against her round ass cheeks and she jumps a little.

“Think you can take it, my little princess?”, you coo. You reach forwards and caress her hair for a mere moment, before tucking it behind her ear. The woman’s flushed face is on display when she turns her head, golden eyes wide and eyebrows furrowed a little.

She wants you- no, she needs you.

How could you make such a pretty thing wait? You can’t, you decide.

Daniela groans when you make her cup her ass for you and spread her legs a little wider, allowing you to see her pussy properly as you push your thick head against it.

Immediately, Daniela’s eyes widen a little.

“It won’t fi-a-AH!”

You groan as you push the head instead, her lips parted adorably and her head bobbing forwards. She grabs the cart again, her fingertips digging into the covers of the books beneath her.

“Sssh”, my beautiful songbird, we’ve got quite a bit more to go”, you whisper back, a hand sliding from her ass and up her back. Again, you grip her hair, gentle at first.

You start thrusting slowly, back and forth, each time making her accept more of you inside of her. She’s tight and soaked for you, trembling around you and gripping your cock tightly.

“Y-Yes! Fuck, oh ye-es, my kni-a-ah, knight!”

You laugh happily, groans and moans falling from your lips as you begin to thrust a little harder.

More, and more. Just a little more.

She’s got a little more than half of you inside of her, the tip stroking against her insides with each thrust inside. Daniela moans with every move into her.

You rub up against her G-Spot repeatedly and she shrieks against the hand covering her mouth when, at last, you force all of yourself inside of her.

Your eyes roll back for a moment, and your hands sliding to her hips and gripping them tightly is one of the only preparations she has to guess your next moves.

Daniela squeaks in surprise when you grasp her tightly and elevate her slightly, her hips lifted off the cart and granting you a better angle to push into her.

When you do, both of you moan loudly. She shrieks and moans, her cheeks bright red and her eyes struggle to stay open.

You can’t hold back any longer, though. You push inside of her, fast and rough, your cock ramming deep inside her tight core and your tip pushing against the back of her womb. The cart underneath her rattles and rolls, books threaten to fall.

The poor thing can barely keep her hand against her lips to muffle the sounds spilling from her lips. You smirk at this. You intend to make her lose herself entirely, to leave her utterly claimed as yours and ruined for all other. After all, it’s a one in a lifetime opportunity, to see and be with a beauty such as Daniela Dimitrescu.

Your hips jerk back and forth fast, your limbs aching and your cock pulsating. You groan at the pleasure she effortlessly provides. Her ass jiggles each time you push up against it.

Daniela feels your balls slap against her, your large cock push deep inside of her. Her thighs shake as you grip her a little tighter, her hands fall to her sides and weakly attempt to grasp the cart for balance.

She squirms adorably beneath you, pants and gasps, whimpers and moans passing her lips.

You feel your own orgasm approaching as well, faster and faster with every thrust into her. Her pussy is juicy and creamy, warm and perfectly soft. She’s tight, but feels as though she was made perfectly just for you.

The pretty little thing moans and gasps, shivers overtaking her body. She’s embarrassingly close, the feeling of a cock penetrating her and filling her fully such a foreign one to her.

Luckily, you are about to change this permanently.

You lift her hips a little higher, allowing you to thrust even deeper. The new angle makes her slur out curses and moans, gasps and groans.

Daniela is the first to cum, her hand raising to her lips a final time as she screams for you.

The sensation of her pussy gripping you tightly and practically milking you for cum makes you roll your eyes and throw your head back.

You too, moan and groan. Your balls twitch and your cock throbs when you follow her lead.

The thought of pulling out crosses your mind for a moment, yet she feels so heavenly, and the creature below you doesn’t seem to mind the thick cum being shot inside of her.

Daniela gasps as more and more fills her, until you rest her back on the cart and pull back out. She jumps again when you slap your cock against her ass cheeks, covering them in the wetness and cream that clings to you now.

The sight of thick, white cum drooling out of her nearly sends you in a frenzy.

As she turns her eyes, you meet golden eyes again. A large grin covers her face, and in an instant you feel yourself knocked backwards and onto the floor. Her dripping cunt hovers over you and you gasp in surprise when she pushes her lips against yours.

“You’re mine now!”

#cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu x reader #dianabetic6

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aaron-m-geist-ff · 9 months ago

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Back again cause I cannot get enough of Mahito. I've got Mahito brain rot but asking this time for both W and X just Mahi this time though he's so baby girl. 💖😩🩷🥰😘

I’m happy that you’re back! I love receiving requests 😄🩷 and yesss Mahi is so bbg

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W - Wild card (random headcanon)

Mahito doesn’t like it when you’re frightened. That’s something that he really doesn’t understand no matter how hard he tries to.

As a cursed spirit born from human hatred and fear, Mahito loves to terrorize humans. He finds genuine delight in their screams of terror or anger. It fuels him.

But with you…?

He doesn’t want to hurt you.

He wants to keep you safe and content. Mahito feels the best when your energy is at peace. It is likely due to the curse bond, and it has definitely turned you into one of his biggest weaknesses. The smart thing to do would be to kill you because you could be used against him by other cursed spirits. But he would never dream of doing that. The idea of you dying makes Mahito sick to his stomach. Especially if it was by his hands.

Because of this, Mahito is very possessive over you. He needs to make sure that your life is perfect according to his standards. He won’t settle for any less. He needs to keep his human protected at all costs.

Also, he loves when you call him ‘Mahi’. There’s something very endearing about it. It sounds cute and delicate, which is a bit ironic considering he fucks you into the mattress nearly every night ;)

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X - x-ray (what is going on underneath their clothes?)

Oooo la la.

Mahito usually wears baggy clothes. One of his favorites is a basic black shirt which hangs loosely around his collarbones. It brings attention to his neck and strong forearms.

You always end up looking at his arms and hands. They look so muscular and lean. Mahito would have no trouble wielding a sword or other weapons. He appears as though he has effortless strength. Just naturally strong with veiny hands. Your eyes often linger a bit too long.

You love to watch Mahito move chess pieces with those hands of his. See how they work and grip the small pieces. It never fails to give you dirty thoughts. You find yourself imagining those big hands wrapped around your breasts instead. Squeezing the soft flesh firmly.

And when Mahi is naked..?

His abs are perfect. He looks like he was chiseled out of clay. And the stitch marks run in symmetrical patterns across his skin. You want to count all of them and see how many there are.

Mahito is clueless about his own attractiveness.

He truly has no idea that his physique is considered highly attractive in the human world. He would genuinely be surprised to learn that hundreds of human women would be interested in sleeping with him. You haven’t told him about any of that yet. You’re far too busy appreciating his body all on your own.

And his dick?

It’s big. Even when it’s flaccid. When he is fully hard, you get to see the size and girth in all its glory. It looks really big inside of your smaller hand. But to you, it’s the perfect size. It hurts slightly if he fucks you too hard. But you would be lying if you said that you didn’t enjoy it.

He doesn’t have much body hair. You find yourself wondering if he shaves it, but perhaps it has something to do with being a cursed spirit. You doubt that Mahito would know the first thing about shaving.

Read more Mahito here

#mahito smut #mahito x reader #mahito x you #jjk imagines #jjk smut #mahito #mahito imagines #mahito jjk #jjk headcanons #smut

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otomes-world · 4 months ago

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Trail

i. Small Key, Portal, Detective It's not full fic, really not, just another idea I thought but never write a post. Also... I forgot I have my own prompts as well...Something like a general prologue and lore for possible works for this AU. You can skip next bunch of text, it's just my thought. There are no triggers yet, except barelly edited text. I haven't decided yet whether this will be a yandere AU or a regular one. I tried to think about possible conflicts in the story and realized that it directly depends on the character. Therefore, here is only the general part, which telling the state of affairs. How the reader even got to such a life, haha. As for plans, I can say that for some reason I thought about Jade. Don't ask me why. As if he would fit into this au better than anyone. I dragged out the introduction a bit… enjoy reading! Let me know your ideas as well, I`ll read and answer them later.

What is the best profession? Probably, every child asked this question at least once. There were always many proposals, but there was one that everyone thought about. Detective. Do they even exist? Or have they always been an idea embodied in books and films?

Are there schools that produce qualified specialists? Is it possible to became one? What is the principle of selecting candidates?

Calm down, hands on the table. You also did not know the answers. It’s trivial, but the profession found you itself. Moreover, if someone found out about your “Detective” badge, they would think that it was a high-quality craft. Seriously, aren’t detectives just an invention of film directors?

In the company of friends and their acquaintances, over a cup of tea or another drink, you would also laugh at the joke, adding your own to the general vat of barbs. Nevertheless, the rushing carriage harnessed by black horses was as real as the mantle of a prestigious college on you. Luckily, the hood was long enough to hide part of your face, so you could look around the room with a bored expression and no sense of professionalism.

A huge mirror in the middle and flying coffins. Crowds of students and a director late for the ceremony.

Never in your life could you imagine that your job would take you to a haven for magicians. Yes, magic existed and was the envy of many, even you, but nothing more. If that's how a mouse felt when cats were swarming around its hole, then be it. However this mouse was very well prepared. It had a hidden artifact that allowed cast simple spells. Nothing more. After all, your task was to gather the material and leave unnoticed. In no case would you become the best student among the stream of first years, heaven forbid.

You only hoped that the bribed principal and the Mirror would not throw you to the predators. Exactly. The kind teacher knew about everything, and the inside pocket of his jacket sank under the weight of money. Naturally, after convincing him that you had no desire to harm the college's reputation. The struggle between schools was not in your competence, let them squabble over talented applicants as much as they wanted. Your task was the simplest.

Just make sure that the representatives of influential families were not planning anything… interesting. The version for the director was to collect information about the college, for further writing of the article on behalf of the "student".

You had already received half of your payment, and the customer signed a contract in which you received your other half in any outcome. Plus, you could always earn extra money by publishing an article to the delight of Crowley, but that's it. Possible options after completing the job.

Finally, the director appeared, and you would have sighed with relief if not for the student who appeared behind him. It seemed that no one knew who it was, however, this was only to your advantage. Any information was important to the customer.

"Any information was important to the customer." This thought was worthy of a hit to the head with any heavy object. They were just students, what could possibly go wrong? The contract details did not include feeding flamingos in pink and painting roses from white to red and back. Why, of all the dorms, the Mirror decided to send you to Heartslabyul… that question should have been asked to Crowley. Only for him magically disappear every time, "and do not to interfere with a professional's work."

A professional could not work in such conditions.

Luckily, a pair of first years significantly attracted the attention of the head. All you had to do was secure their friendship and the article "headache" of Rosehearts. The collar on your neck in most cases explained why you did not use magic regularly.

However, in other dorms it was hardly easier. Whether this thought was self-consolation or acceptance of the harsh truth, you didn't care. Or it could be a simple complaint from chewing his lunch Ace.

If you had come here at an earlier age, when you yourself were a scholar, you would have been overjoyed. Of course, what child would refuse to learn magic? To travel between colleges using portals? The one who was now in the body of an tired of everything adult obviously.

It was much harder to study seriously when you needed to be in several places at once, and for missing classes the head "cut off your head". In your time, being a hooligan sounded easier.

Bless the existence of Internet storage, otherwise attempts to hide the notes of real work would have finally driven you to the grave. The promised payment was not worth it.

Fortunately, or vice versa, there was plenty of information. Filtering rumors, looking for the truth - that's another task. At least the soil for this was fertile. News of growing tension in a dorm. A rumor about a student who grants any wish. Possible conflict between two celebrities.

How true were the rumors about the strained relationship between the second prince of the Sunset Savanna and the crown prince of Briar Valley?

Everything was carefully written and saved for later editing. When did you have time to do this? The answer was simple. You sacrificed your time for sleep. All paper records were burned and destroyed after being transferred to the cloud. You didn't need any extra problems.

It felt like you had a kind of key in your hands that could unlock a box to nowhere. Your readiness to face everything that awaited you at the bottom was unimportant. A minimum of feelings and a maximum of facts were required from you.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #x reader #detective au

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liivzen · 1 year ago

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Sweet delights (Buggy x Shy!reader)

word count~ 1,150

warnings: oral(fem receiving), fingering, drugging? (kinda idk its like a sex drug or whateva)

authors note~ sorry this is getting out late, ya girl got busy with college and reading this very lovely ghost fic :) I somewhat edited and proofread but i guarantee i missed shit, so very sorry if i did. this miiiiight have a pt. 2 but idk yet, but enjoy <3

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You and buggy had always had a fun and imaginative relationship. You guys explored lots of things when it came to sexual desires. Lots can be done with a man you can physically separate parts of his body. That’s not what y’all were doing right now though.

When buggy had tortured some of his captives, he had some fun ways of doing so. Sometimes those fun ways were brought into the bedroom with y’all . One of which is where you found yourself currently all tied up in.

You were on the bed you shared with Buggy, your wrist tied to the headboard of the bed, staring at the clown himself at the foot of the bed. The way he was looking at you made it feel as if you were completly naked even though you were wearing one of his old shirts and a pair of panties.

“Aww, dont be gettin on shy on me now baby.” He smiled at you while circling to the side of the bed.

You felt very vunrable in this postions, legs closed, blushing and looking away from him. He wanted you too look at him though, he grabbed your your chin and made you look at him.

“Baby, how many times have I told you not to shy away from me?” He asked looking into your eyes and caressing your cheek.

“A lot of times.” You mumble quietly.

“So why do you keep doing it hm?” He ask, this time putting his thumb over your lip.

“I dunno.” You mumble again.

He doesnt respond to that, letting go of your face and walking to grab something from the nightside table. You watch him walk back with what looks like some kind of chocolate in his hands. You look up at him with a questioning gaze.

“This baby, is something that should make you feel very nice after a little bit. Open up.” He taps your chin, wanting you to open your mouth. Trusting him you do so. The chocolate taste normal, nice and soft, melting over our tongue. After a few chews the choclate is all gone and you open up your mouth and stick out your tongue, showing Buggy you had finished the chocolate.

“Good girl.” He smiles down at you, moving to climb onto the bed.

Buggy crawled to where your legs were crossed, placing his hand on your knee gripping it with quite a bit of force. Wanting to have what little big of control you still had since your hands were tied up, you squeezed them even harder together.

“Oh baby we aren't playing this kinda game. Open them.” His tone dripping with authority.

You listen and slowly part your legs. You turn your head to the side, embarrassed that he’s now looking straight at the wet spot that is currently drenched into the cotton of your panties. Buggy doesn’t say anything though, taking this moment to trail his hands up onto your thighs, keeping your legs spread for him.

“Looks like my treat is already working its magic.” Buggy smiles up at you. You're not really sure what he was talking about, you only felt a bit of a tingly feeling starting to bloom down there.

Buggy hooked his fingers around the side of your panties, pulling them slowly down your legs. Once they reached past your foot, he stuffeed them in the pocket of his pants. After doing that, he slid his hand back up to your spread thighs, slowly massaging as he went. All while he was doing this, you could feel yourself starting to feel very hot and breathless, your thoughts slowly becoming very fogged.

“You just sit and relax baby, I think you’re going to enjoy this show.” Buggy giggled up at you, hooking his arms around your thighs and pushing down on your stomach, making sure you stay still.

Buggy licked one long strip from the bottom of your cunt, stopping at your clit and sucking it. This made you throw your head back and pull at the ropes currently tied to your wrist. Buggy smiled at this, moving down to lick down on your cunt. You could feel his tongue moving in all sorts of ways, making all sorts of sounds come out of your mouth. At this point you think the whole town could hear what was going on in the room.

Buggy moved one of his from pushing on your stomach to down at your clit, moving in small but efficient circles. While doing so you could feel his tongue move to your hole, starting to push into you. This made you clench around his tongue and squirm around saying his name.

“Bug-“ Is all you could get out before he did one big thrust with his tongue, making you choke on your words. This makes Buggy pull away from your cunt.

“Aw, getting choked up sweetheart?” He grins at you. You couldn't respond to him, just staring at him breathlessly. He goes back down to devouring you, this time adding his fingers to the mix. He went to sucking on your clit, pushing two fingers into your cunt. This starts to push you over the edge, feeling your stomach starting to clinch up.

“Buggy I’m-“ You start to breathe out. Buggy doesn't really listen, continuing to suck and abuse your cunt. This sets you over the edge. You clench over Buggies fingers, throwing your head back and letting out a moan that you definitely know everyone could hear. Buggy pulled away from your clit, continuing to finish out your high with his fingers.

“There we go baby, all nice and easy.” He mumbles into your cunt while you start collecting your breath.

Buggy moves back from your cunt, setting back on his hunches. You felt all little with him staring at you, your juices gleaming on his chin in the little bit of moonlight coming in through the windows. You turn your head to the side, face heating up. He doesn't like that though, bending down and grabbing your face and making you look at him.

“You can’t keep looking away from me baby, don't you like lookin at me?” He questions you, keeping his face so close that his big red nose touches your nose. When you nod your head, he smiles, pushing your cheeks together and puckering your lips. His lips meet yours before your thoughts could even catch up with you. He doesn't waste any time forcing his tongue into your mouth, making you taste yourself mixing with both of your guys saliva. When Buggy pulled away, he grinned at you and blushing your face. when he sat back on his hunches he made a reach for his belt, which you gave a confused look at to him for. He saw your face and just tilted his head and whispered,

“What? You thought we were done baby?”

#buggy x reader #buggy smut #op buggy #buggy live action #buggy babbles #anime smut #anime #one piece live action #one piece

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joohanisms · 1 year ago

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Oh dear, no problem! I just asked to be sure lol. You know, I particularly A big Jooyeon stan and kinda think dom! reader... Like they would look great being super stimulated and in pink socks and with tears in their eyes. That's the idea, the member you choose is your decision. Thanks

(Sorry for the bad english,i wang slepp and the Google translator ia bad)

[bangs head against the wall] /pos

i don't really know if this is what you meant but if it isn't i'm So ready to write it too !!!! hope you like it <3

dw about english babe :-) it's not my first language either, don't apologize ever!!

jooyeon + overstimulation + pink socks 💭💫

cw: overstimulation, crying/dacryphilia, lingerie, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex (don't be dumb), usage of good boy (what's new) wc: 1,4k

minors dni

first off, i think jooyeon really likes feeling pretty.

it took a while for him to trust you enough to show you this side of him – but now that your relationship is stable, you get to see him at his fullest.

it's not unusual to come home on special occasions (anniversaries, monthversaries, birthdays, celebrations in general) to find him laying on the bed, over-the-knee socks clipped to lacy boyshorts.

if you're lucky and really make him feel 100% safe, you might even be gifted with the view of him in a bralette. maybe you realize you haven't seen a pair of your lacy lingerie in a while, only to open jooyeon's jeans and find it on his narrow hips.

but today he favored long, shimmery pink socks. the boyshorts were long forgotten, somewhere on your bedroom floor, to give you space to swallow his cock down your throat.

he was seated on the edge of the bed, his sock-clad legs over your shoulders, while your knees were painted a deep red by the wood floors.

jooyeon mewled when you licked a long stripe from the base of him to his spit-shiny tip. you had been sucking him off for the last 20 minutes, switching between excruciatingly slow licks and deep throating. you had set a cock ring aside, but he promised he'd be good and wouldn't come until you gave him permission.

he was feeling so good, but the way you were using your mouth wasn't nearly enough to throw him over the edge.

"baby, please. please, i've been so good!" one of the hands propping him up on the mattress tangled itself in your hair, very lightly pulling.

releasing him with a pop, you took in the view – his deliciously flushed cheeks matching the red splotches you left on his chest and the way he heaved, sniffling every other breath.

"have you, now?" you know you're being cruel.

he has, in fact, been a delight today; he's not nearly as bratty as he usually is, and he took all of your orders so well, obedient and pliant. but there's something about pushing him to his limits – the ones he talks hushedly, almost secretively about in bed, before he dozes off for the day – that gives you a rush too good to ignore.

maybe you're a little drunk with power, being clothed while he's bare enough to be considered naked.

"i have! 've been a good boy, please–" he cuts himself off when you slap his thigh just hard enough to draw his attention back to you. you drop his sock-clad legs from your shoulders, standing up (with a poorly hidden wince from kneeling on the floorboards for so long) to lean over him like a predator cages its prey.

"if you've been so good," a hand tangles into his hair, baring his neck to you, "then how come you're still talking?"

you feel him gulp when you start tracing your lips along his pulse. smart, he doesn't give you a reply other than a nearly imperceptible moan.

instead of leaving a nip or a hickey on his pulse, you drop a light kiss to his skin – a reminder.

"lie down on the pillows, and i'll think about your case."

he scrambles to the headboard, hair fanning out around his face as he haphazardly rests his head on the many pillows and cushions that line your shared bed.

you've always thought jooyeon looks rather divine like this. his hair like a halo framing his face, his red lips adorned with a sheen of spit, the flush spread across his body and the lovebites trailing into his hips. something out of a painting – out of the tales of fallen angels and humans that gave into a pleasure so enticing it was worth giving heaven up for.

in the back of your head, you note something missing from the scene.

tears.

the kind of tears you only know one way of invoking.

and it's by making him frustrated and then giving him all he has ever wanted – well, at least since he decided to wait for you in bed with the tip of his dick peeking from the waistband of his pretty dark blue lace underwear.

as you settle between his legs, your hand finds his cock, stroking him loose and slow. he whines in protest, but his head tips backwards either way.

you keep the torturous pace, kissing and nipping at his inner thighs, his hipbones, and eventually, his chest. taking a nipple into your mouth makes his legs spasm and his skin break into gooseflesh.

he starts begging again, in the softest tone he can muster. a string of pleases and your name falls from his mouth. you can hear his fingers mindlessly drumming on the mattress – a subconscious effort to keep from touching you, to direct the energy somewhere else.

jooyeon is such a good boy. he has your heart melting, taking pity on his drooling cock. you pick up your pace, and his back lifts off the bed.

your tongue drags a line across his chest to kitten lick at his other, ignored, nipple. it doesn't take long at all before he's panting and fucking back into your hand as best as he can.

"joo," you lift from his chest, "since you're being so good, i'll give you a choice."

his gaze goes straight into your eyes, trying to give you all of his attention, even though you know his eyelids are heavy at this point.

"do you want to come like this," you lightly squeeze his cock, "or do you want my pussy?"

he's conflicted for a split second, then he's begging again.

"pussy, please, wanna fill you up, 'm so good, please–"

"shh, i'll give it to you." you kiss both his cheeks, trying to soothe him. you already knew his eyes would start welling up when you release his cock for all of 5 seconds while you hurriedly took off your shorts and underwear in one go.

in the next 5 seconds it took you to straddle his hips, line yourself up with him and drop down, the first tear drops.

right off the bat, you're riding him at a relentless pace, slamming your hips into him, effectively bouncing on his lap. it's a lot, it's nearly too much, and despite the tear tracks on jooyeon's face, his hands are still obediently on the bed, grasping at the sheets.

you take his wrists, leading them to the dip of your waist. his grip is almost painful, but makes you drip with pleasure.

with the rhythm you were keeping, you knew jooyeon wouldn't take long at all to sob your name and cum into you. it's not a problem at all, because you'll keep going until you cum.

you wipe the tears off his face, kisses him on the lips, and brings a hand to your pussy, immediately rubbing your clit fervorously.

jooyeon's high morphs into the pain-pleasure of, well, not catching a break. he didn't even get a chance to go soft. his back is off the bed, his nails are digging into your skin, his face is wet again, and his legs are shaking. it's too much, it's white-hot and shooting into his veins.

soon enough – and luckily before your legs turn into jelly – you're cumming on his cock. the pressure from your walls clenching on his exhausted cock as you ride it out gives him one last little gift – a small dry orgasm – before his hands are lightly pushing you away, the sensivity hitting him at last. you comply, leaving your seat on his hips to lay down beside him

joo gets really cuddly after sex, especially after rough sex. he dives into your arms, longing to be held.

you'll always give him as much cuddles as he needs to pull himself back together. squeezing him tight, the way he likes, you kiss his sweaty temple.

when he catches his breath, he smiles dazedly at you.

"how was it, baby?" you run a hand through his hair.

"great. i like bein' your good boy." he nuzzles closer, trying to meld into your still clothed chest.

"i'm glad. you're the best boy. so good to me." you hold him impossibly tighter.

"mm. need a nap." he mumbles, and you have to chuckle.

"just a bit, yeah? we need to clean up. get some food."

you suspect he's already asleep by the end of your sentence. you kiss his forehead, his pink socks graze your skin as he intertwines your legs, and you wonder how you got so lucky.

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love hurts. — sim jaeyun oneshot

“its a shame that i like you but you don’t.”

synopsis : you falling in love with your best friend was not only hurting you, but also ruining your relationship with him.

pairing : friend!jake x reader

genre : angst

WORD COUNT : 2K.

love is complicated. falling in love with someone is such a scary thought for you. yet here you are—heads over heels over some guy.

how did it start? how did you end up falling in love with your own best friend?

sim jaeyun, your best friend of 4 years, is a charming guy. Everything about him seemed perfect. his smile, his jokes, his accent—you loved everything. your goal of trying not to like him failed. usually, people who try hard to go for who they like right? but you couldn’t. someone was just in your way of doing so.

“ynnn?” jake's voice woke you up from your nap. he stared at you and gave a huge grin. you would’ve probably yelled at him for waking you up but he looked pretty. you examined his facial features. how can someone be this beautiful? there's was something about his eyes. his eyes is are so pretty—it was enough to lure you in. also his new hair color? gosh that black hair dye must have changed him.

“yn stop staring at me will you? do i have something on my face or—?” jake chuckled.

“ah sorry. i must have stared at you for a while.”

“no need to apologize, i know im good looking.”

“stop being so full of yourself jakey.”

You and Jake are incredibly close. you guys always did things together. You want to go to an amusement park? he's there with you. you want to go out and eat? he's already booking a reservation at a diner. wanna go shopping? jakes your personal bag carrier for the day. not only that, you loved taking pictures. you always carried a camera around and suddenly he was like your model. He would always take pictures of him. you loved going back through the pictures you took with him.

While lately he hasn't been able to do these activities with you, he always makes an effort to call or message you.

You really missed having him around. You could never reach him, like if he were some sort of celebrity or something. you texted him earlier, asking if he wanted to hang out.

but his message left a frown on your face.

“sorry yn i planned on hanging out with someone else :( next time?”

you sighed knowing there will be no next time. at some point, you got used to it. you were just going to stargaze and take pictures by yourself.

you reached the place where you and jake would always go to look at the stars. jake loved stargazing and so did you. you remembered the first time you guys went together.

“woah these stars are pretty”

“just like you”

“oh stop it jake.” you pushed jake playfully. when he said that you swore your heart was going crazy.

“okay but i mean it” jake said while he chuckled.

that memory never failed to make you giggle uncontrollably.

there were quite a lot of people at the location you’re at. it wasn’t shocking that many people were at your favorite spot. as you were scrolling through your instagram feed, you heard a familiar voice. you weren’t going insane right?

as you turned around, there he was. holding hands with a girl.

you didn’t know how to feel. your crush being with another girl? at your favorite spot?

He told the girl, "I love you.” She responded back with a smile. You weren't sure why that hurt. Shouldn't you be delighted with his relationship? Why were you feeling so sad? Why did you want him to tell you, "I love you" instead?

Why didn't he tell you earlier? Why did you have to learn something in this way? It hurts to witness your crush with someone else. Knowing you could never be with him broke your heart.

your favorite spot soon became your worst nightmare. it became the place where you discovered Jake loved another person.

For a few weeks, you ignored Jake. You felt sad after receiving all those texts and seeing those calls from him. It was just so sudden. How could you confront him once you knew? He didn't love you, but you did.

Everything had lost its fun. You couldn't even be bothered to eat something. If only you didn’t go that day, maybe you would be facetiming Jake right now. You were too busy to even try to get in touch with your friends. You felt your world falling apart. It was ridiculous, you were well aware. How could you behave in such a way toward somebody?

He wasn't just a somebody, though. He was someone you were close to for your entire life. He had such a wonderful attitude and was constantly kind. Even though you missed him, you knew that spending time with him would only make things worse. Hanging out with him will only make you deal with a bigger pain.

You were so preoccupied with your thoughts that you failed to notice Jake was directly looking at you. You jumped when he lightly touched your shoulder. You two made eye contact, and his worried expression was clear.

When you got up to get away from him, he grabbed your wrist.

“yn i don't get it. we used to talk so much, what happened? why are you running away from your problems?” jake said “are we really not going to talk anymore?”

you were hesitant to reply. you were so close to just telling him about your feelings. you were going to say something until he interrupted you.

“yn do you not want to be friends anymore?”

you stared at him. that sentence could be interpreted in so many ways but you knew what he meant.

“yn if you don't say something right now im seriously going to cut ties with you.” jake said with a serious tone. he was not joking.

“jake. how can i say this to you?” you said as you felt tears forming. “what do you mean yn?”

“how can i tell you i like you when you're in a relationship?” you said loudly. Tears were starting to fall. Even if you despised crying, here you are confessing to your best friend with tears running down your face.

“what..?” jake stared at you in shock.

“i like you. its been a while actually. i guess people weren’t wrong—eventually someone in the friendship would end up falling in love with the other. Unfortunately, it turned out to me, someone who is hopelessly in love with her best friend.” you stared at jake. you could tell he was still trying to process what you said.

“I ended being heads over heels over some guy who ended up being in a relationship. shocking isn't it? i never expected it either.”

“yn how did you know i was in a relationship? i never told—“

“Yeah, you never did. I thought we were best friends? Why did you hide your relationship form me? Maybe if you had told me sooner, it wouldn't have been so hard for me to move on from you. I had to find out that you were in our favorite place with someone else.” You struggled to hold in your tears. you saw Jake baffled, not knowing what to do with your confession.

“yn i dont even know what to say. i never you felt this way. im so sorry—“

“jake did you know how much it hurt me to see you with her? I was able to realize that I would never touch your hand, kiss you, embrace you, or say "I love you" to you after seeing her. it's a shame how i like you yet you don’t. you stole my heart and managed to break it into pieces.”

your breathing started becoming shaky. you couldn’t believe you were saying all of this. you knew he couldn’t do anything about your feelings. you knew he was deeply in love.

“Jake, I'm sorry. it was never my intention to make you feel guilty. I want you to be happy. it just hurts seeing someone you like in a relationship you know? it just allowed me to realize that i will never be the girl by your side. I truly wish for you to be happy. I'm glad you found someone who can make you smile like that.” The sobbing would not end. You kept wiping away your tears. It was pathetic to allow Jake to see you in this way.

“I'm truly sorry. Jake, I honestly wish I could continue being friends with you but I think it would just hurt me even more. I'm glad someone can finally be there to take care of you when I can't. Jake, I love you and I will miss you. I will never forget you, always remember that. After all, I was your friend for four years.” you smiled bitterly.

“yn wait shouldn't we talk it out? I mean I can't just let you go like that? you were my best friend for four fucking years. and we can still continue to be friends. please yn. stay.”

“I'm trying my hardest jake. I don't think it can work. I want to stay with you but I just can't. things would just become so awkward between us. a part of me wants to stay but another wants me to go. Please don't make me regret leaving.”

“yn please.” You could see Jake about to cry. you swear you were about to break down. You hated seeing Jake cry. and he was crying over you.

“jake please dont cry. especially over someone like me. you already have the perfect girl with you. she seems very sweet—shes totally your type. jake, please take care of yourself. promise me that you will continue to stay healthy, okay?” you tried to move away yet the grasp he had on your wrist was getting tighter.

“Jake let me go.”

“i cant. you're so special to me, you can't just leave because im with someone now. why can't you understand how i feel about this?”

“Jake, like I've said before, do you not realize me staying with you will only hurt me more? Do you expect me to lose feelings for you that easily? i fucking loved you for three whole years. I was scared of confessing, I admit that. but you know what? I asked you to hang out with me so I could tell you my feelings. I had hope because maybe you might have felt the same way. I spent that whole day practicing what I should say to you without messing up. you don't know the feeling of having your heart broken do you? you finally have someone you like to be with, yet I don’t. Someone beat me on getting you.”

you were losing it. Trying to leave Jake was not easy at all. after all you guys have spent four years together. Who would have thought you would try to end the friendship because the other is seeing someone? Even though you hated yourself for wanting to end your friendship with Jake, it was for the best.

Despite the fact that you will never be able to do this again, you gave him a hug. All you could say was “I'm sorry.” You could smell the cologne he was wearing—the same one you had given him a year earlier. “you still kept it?” you sighed.

“How could I not?”

“you're making this harder for me to leave you.”

“then stay.”

“can’t stay if I still have feelings for you. I don't wanna ruin your relationship with her. if i stop having feelings, i'll come back i promise.”

“okay.”

“bye jakey.”

“…bye”

you said your final goodbyes. you couldn’t help but feel sad. you didn’t want to leave, but the sake of your heart you chose to do so. you were leaving your first love. Nothing more.

he was your first while you weren’t his. That shit hurts. You knew you were just going to remain as his best friend forever.

you lied. you were probably never going to see him again. you might even seek love anymore. you just didn’t want to chase some guy again just for him to fall in love with someone else. you failed. you weren’t supposed to fall in love with him. but, it was just your fate. you really couldn’t do anything about that.

Getting over him will not be easy, especially if he continues to blow up your phone. Why don't you delete all those photos of him since keeping them will only make you miss him more? Since you probably won’t see him again, keeping something special to you wouldn’t hurt. right? It is Jake, after all. The one who could always make you chuckle. The one who always made you feel better when you were sad. You guys made so many moments together that it was impossible to forget them all so quickly. But now, you will never see that again.

They weren't mistaken; love isn't always pleasant. Love is not always like those fairytales or those dramas. Love hurts. So much.

Maybe in another life you’ll have your happy ending.

A/N : woah first written oneshot..? kinda bad but 🤕 this was fun ^^ its my first time writing smth angst so i would love some feedback on how to improve 😞😞 anyways i hope you enjoy !!

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