#i will miss playing you Queenie

[iggydabirdkid]

I think I'm going to write some Wayhaven fics. I've been stuck with writing for a while and this is the first time in a couple of months I've actually wanted to write something. Well, Wayhaven fics and some short story stuff from my DnD campaign. Which should be fun!

[thedeadthree]

if i buy cyberpunk again this time on pc what if i did

[queen-of-reptiles]

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description: ona was finally where she had dreamed, she was back at barcelona with her best friend and loving every moment. only problem? she's dating her captain's younger sister, you.

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ona batlle x putellas!reader

part of the 'hidden' universe

part two here

part three here

mapi leon x bronze!reader here

disclaimer: this is all fiction do not take any of this seriously !

warnings: swearing, slightly suggestive - cuteness, queenie needing to use google translate because her Spanish is sub par! x

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y/n life dumppppp 💕💕

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alexiaputellas: Estoy muy orgulloso de ti hermanita!

so proud of you baby sister

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y/n: ily !! 💕

lucybronze: The little one of me says you're cool!

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y/n: tell her I miss her! 😔

blanca_suarez: my little daughter! 🙂

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y/n: my movie mama!! 😙

florencepugh: I wanna see the photos of after you did that jump

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y/n: shut up 😩

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florencepugh: no

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y/n: I'll fight you Flo

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florencepugh: come at me pipsqueak !!

ona.batlle: Looks like fun ! 😌

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y/n: Would be more fun with you here ;)

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alexiaputellas: y/n, no flirting with my teammates.

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y/n: awwww :(

MariaLeonn16: MISS YOU ! 💙

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y/n: MISS BAGHEERA MORE 💙

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MariaLeonn16: hmmpf.

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y/n hummed as she stepped around her kitchen, her fluffy socks keeping her feet warm from the cold tile, which was cold as she couldn't be bothered to put the heated floor on.

Her Persian cat, Milo, rubbed against her feet and she smiled, bending down to pick him up and press a kiss to his fluffy head before placing him back down.

y/n then moved over to the bowl of food she had ordered, smiling when her phone lit up with the familiar name which kept her warm for almost a year now.

"Hi baby!" y/n smiles, her Spanish accent not as thick as it used to be when she spoke English.

y/n had been in England for a few years now, on and off, and due to the fact she mainly spoke in English and acted with either English or Americans, y/n's accent had dulled slightly.

"Hola!" Ona called back.

The two had been secretly dating for nearly a year now. Why secretly? Because Ona's captain was Alexia Putellas. Alexia Putellas was y/n's sister. Her over-protective older sister.

The two were aware they were nothing short of fucked. They were aware of that. But the two had fallen in love while Ona was playing in Manchester and at the time, they couldn't keep away.

Now, their relationship existed of long phone calls and sneaky hook-ups when y/n came to see her as best she could, as well as trying to avoid flashing cameras and nosy people.

Truth is the only other person to know about them was Lucy Bronze's younger sister, and that was only because Ona and her were best friends and she was dating Mapi Leon in secret as well. They really were a group.

"How was training?" y/n asks Ona as she settles on the sofa, propping the phone up on a few cushions as she bought her bowl of noodles toward her.

"Aburrida, todo en lo que estaba pensando era en ti mi amor." Ona sighs and y/n chuckles.

Boring. All I was thinking about was you my love.

"Eres tan romántica!" y/n laughs at her girlfriend.

you're such a romantic.

"Do not pretend you do not love it, mi amor." Ona says and y/n hums.

"Well, I do love feeling the way you make me feel." y/n sighs jokingly and Ona's smile widens. "But, you should be paying attention in training." y/n finishes and Ona huffs.

"Ay! You are worse than Ale!" Ona states and y/n sighs. "What are you eating?" Ona then asks, trying to get the focus off of Alexia.

"Wagamama." y/n grinned, Milo jumping next to her and curling onto the sofa, his head resting on y/n's thigh.

"Milo." Ona cooed, the cat looking up and letting out a small meow as he blinked at Ona.

"Look, it's mama Milo." y/n says softly, placing her fork down to stroke at the cat's head. Ona smiles softly as Milo meows, Ona chuckling as she moves to get Coco, her own dog who pants excitedly at the sight of Milo.

Despite being and cat and a dog the two pets got on like siblings and y/n couldn't help but smile as Milo purred at the sight of his sibling.

The two facetimed for the rest of the evening, settling into bed a few hours later, both watching each other on their screens, wishing they were face to face instead of watching through a camera.

"What are you thinking about Amor?" Ona asks softly, noticing y/n had gone quiet.

"Quiero contarle a Ale sobre nosotras." y/n said quickly.

I want to tell Ale about us.

"¿Cómo? No no no no no." Ona begins and y/n sighs.

what?

"I know you're afraid." y/n begins. "¡Pero cariño, por favor! No puedo ocultar esto más."

But darling please, I can't hide this anymore.

"But Alexia!" Ona tries.

"I'll talk to her! Explain everything." y/n tries and Ona pauses. "Please Ona, I'm so sick of us hiding." She begs softly.

"Okay. Okay." Ona promises. "Por ti, mi amor, enfrentaré la tormenta Alexia por ti." She nods and a soft smile grows on y/n's face.

For you, my love, I will brave the storm Alexia for you.

"Thank you." y/n whispers. "I love you Ona." She promises and Ona smiles.

"I love you too amor." Ona promises.

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y/n smiled softly as she opened Alexia's apartment with her spare key. Now on international break, the Barcelona captain was at home resting before having to go to national camp in three days.

At the sound of her door opening, Alexia stood up, pausing the most recent Barcelona game she was re-watching for notes and faced her door worriedly before her mouth dropped.

"¡Niñera!" Alexia called in shock.

Baby sister

"Hola Ale!" y/n called, pulling her suitcase to a stop as Alexia raced over. The taller girl pulling her into a tight hug which made y/n chuckle as she returned it.

"¿Qué estás haciendo aquí?" Alexia asked. "Ven, siéntate, ¿tienes hambre, sed?" Alexia rapidly questioned making y/n smile as her sister dragged her to the sofa.

What are you doing here? Come sit down, are you hungry, thirsty?

"Estoy bien, vine a ver los partidos de la liga de naciones." y/n explains.

I'm fine, I came to watch the nation league games.

Alexia makes a noise of understanding as she leans over and presses kisses over y/n's face, exclaiming how happy she was to see her and how beautiful she looked.

y/n laughed it off, telling her she was always too flattering to her, Alexia saying it was what an older sister did. The statement wracking y/n with guilt.

"Ale." y/n began. Alexia looking at her with furrowed brows, confused at her sister's shift in tone.

"Are you okay?" Alexia asks softly.

"I'm dating someone." y/n spills out. "And, hemos estado saliendo durante más de un año." y/n admits.

And we've been dating over a year.

"Oh." Alexia says softly, eyes softening as her sister ducks her head, fiddling with her fingers. "It's okay." She promises.

"Even if I hid it?" y/n asks quietly.

"I would like you to explain why for so long and who, but yes it is okay." Alexia promises.

"The who kind of explains the why." y/n admits and Alexia pauses. "Ale." She begins.

"Who?" She asks, though it was far more a demand. She repeats her demand.

"Ona." y/n says ducking her head.

"Hijo de puta." Alexia mutters.

motherfucker

y/n sighed, leaning forward and putting her head in her hands and her shoulders sagged. Her heart felt as if it was pushing into her throat and it made her sick.

y/n and Alexia had been close as children, the three sisters were best friends, and knew each other too well. They told each other everything, to the point where this would be the first time she had ever lied to either sister.

And even though she felt terrible for upsetting her older sister, for betraying her, there was something so relieving about finally admitting it.

Slowly, Alexia reached out and place a hand on y/n's shoulder, her warm and calloused palm so much kinder than what y/n felt she deserved as she looked up.

"No puedo negarlo y decir que no estoy herido, porque lo estoy. Preferiría que me lo hubieras dicho, pero entiendo que no quieras." Alexia begins, her voice soft.

I cannot deny and say I am not hurt, because I am. I would rather you had told me, but I understand you not wanting to.

y/n could have cried as she closed her eyes, feeling so guilty at hurting her sister with something that she couldn't have helped.

"¿La amas?" Alexia asked, her eyes full of understanding and kindness which calmed y/n's heart.

Do you love her?

"Más de lo que creía posible Ale. Ella lo es todo para mí, de verdad." y/n admits to her sister who lets out a sigh at the emotion in her voice.

More than I thought possible Ale. She's everything to me, truly.

Alexia sighed and wrapped her arm around y/n's shoulders, pulling her into her side as she lent her head onto y/n's own one, inhaling the smell of her shampoo.

"Entonces de acuerdo." Alexia sighs softly.

Then okay.

y/n's heart broke at that, how one person could be so good to her was beyond her thought, beyond her idea of humanity, but Alexia had once again, proved her wrong.

"Eres demasiado amable conmigo, eres demasiado amable conmigo." y/n repeats at her sister.

You are too kind to me, you are too kind to me.

"Esto no es bondad, esto es familia." Alexia says to her and y/n sighs.

This is not kindness, this is family.

The girl turns, wrapping her arms around her sister as she pulls herself snugly on-top of Alexia, clinging to her shoulders as she pressed kisses into the woman's hair.

"Thank you Ale." y/n said softly, repeating the words again and again.

"Oh mi pequeña princesa del drama. Eres tan mayor ahora." Alexia said softly.

Oh my little drama princess. You are so grown up now.

y/n said nothing, just continued to cling to Alexia as if she was 6 all over again and Alexia 14. The Barcelona captain couldn't help but enjoy the closeness.

It had been so long since they had hugged like this, the youngest Putellas always so busy, always moving, working and filming.

Eventually the two parted and Alexia sighed tucking a strand of her sister's hair behind her ear as she watched her.

"Do you and Ona plan to tell?" Alexia asks and y/n hums.

"I want to tell your team first, then we can think about everything else." y/n sighs. "Are you mad at her?" She then asks with a wince.

"Oh furious." Alexia nods, a smile on her face to show she wasn't really. "She treats you well?" She then asks and y/n smiles softly.

"She loves me just as I do her." y/n answers and Alexia smiles.

"So she loves you well." Alexia says and y/n nods. "Do you want to see her?" She asks and y/n hums.

"Tomorrow." y/n says before snuggling into her sister's side. "I want to spend the night with you." She says.

"I love that idea." Alexia sighs, pressing a kiss into her sister's hair.

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Tomorrow came far too quick for y/n's liking, before she knew it she was stood at Ona's door, flowers in hand as she waited for the patter of her lover's footsteps to open the door.

"¡Mi amor!" Ona yelled in shock, dragging y/n inside so no prying eyes could see.

y/n's hair was up in a bun, she was wearing a sweet summer dress due to how hot it was outside, however she also had shorts on underneath, because she knew what could happen once Ona knew they were out.

Ona smiled softly, taking the flowers from y/n's hands and placing them on the counter, before jumping at y/n. The woman sighed in relief, bringing Ona's legs around her waist as she wrapped her arms tightly around her.

"Oh my love." y/n said softly, breathing in the sweet scent of Ona's hair.

Ona buried her head into y/n's neck, pressing soft kisses against the skin which had y/n breathing shaking as she walked them to the sofa, sliding her shoes off as she went.

Coco immediately moved over to one of her discarded trainers and stuck his head in it, inhaling which made y/n roll her eyes at the dog fondly.

y/n sat back against the sofa, Ona quickly looking up and greedily connecting their lips, hands scattering around each other's bodies, re-familiarising themselves.

Ona's tongue dipped past y/n's lips, sweeping the inside of her mouth which caused a groan to slip from her. Ona giggled into the kiss, before they pulled away, both breathing deeply as they stared at one another.

Ona was in a white shirt, black shorts, her hair was pulled back and she looked like she had woken up just an hour ago. And to y/n, she had never looked more beautiful.

All their time apart meant these moment, Ona sat on her lap, hands combing over her shoulders lovingly, were all that more precious to y/n.

"How are you here?" Ona asked her softly, leaning forward to cuddle into her chest as y/n wraps her arms around her.

"He venido a ver los partidos." y/n explains softly.

I've come to watch the games.

"I'm so glad you're here." Ona sighs in relief, y/n holding onto her as she sighs.

"I have a confession Ona." y/n says softly and Ona sits up, y/n moving her off her lap and to the side she could face her.

"Amor?" Ona asks, worry flooding her voice.

"Ale knows." y/n says simply. "I told her." She adds.

Ona's face goes through several emotions, relief that this wasn't a break-up, fear of Alexia knowing, realisation that her captain was no aware and hurt that y/n hadn't warned her she would tell Alexia like that.

"Why?" Ona asks sadly.

"Because I want to be with you. In front of her." y/n says strongly and Ona's eyes fill with panic. "It's like we discussed Oni, please." y/n tries.

"Get out." She says softly. "Please go." Ona repeats.

"You said you would fight for me." y/n said softly.

"You didn't give me time to prepare." Ona tells her. "Alexia is my captain, and I am with her little sister, and instead of telling her together, you decided to tell her on you own." Ona continues.

"Because I knew I could keep her calm about us." y/n promises and Ona sighs.

"Please go. I need some time." Ona says softly and y/n blinks away tears before standing up and walking to the door, expecting Ona to call out, stop her. But she doesn't.

And y/n's heart breaks.

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Mapi part one will be out in three days ;) xox

[atleastpleasetelephone]

Little Darling

Chapter 7 - I wanna be in love

It's 1997, and Elvis is still alive and well. He quit music in 1972 after a successful world tour, and now he runs Presley Studios - teaching people karate across America. His daughter and grandchildren are regular visitors at Graceland, and when he’s in Memphis he likes to do a little teaching. His life is quieter now, though. Most of the Mafia have gone - going to live their own lives - and after his divorce from his second wife, Elvis is sworn off women for good. Will a Welsh girl with a wicked sense of humour be the one to make him break his promise to himself not to fall in love again?

Need to catch up? Go here.

Pairing: Old Man!Elvis x OC - Tegan, a Welsh girl he meets at karate class.

Word Count: 3.9K ish

TWs: Possessive kink, dollification if you squint, Elvis is a little dominant, praise kink, use of Daddy in a sexual context, fingering, p in v sex, erectile dysfunction, crying, self-esteem issues.

Elvis spends the rest of the week living in Tegan’s apartment, trying to do something to keep it tidy and also trying to cook them both dinner. He burns a lot of things and ends up ordering a lot of deliveries, but she finds the fact that he keeps trying to do things for her that he’s never had to do for himself incredibly endearing. Elvis likes being in the apartment. It’s harder to feel lonely in a place so much smaller than Graceland, and he looks forward to Tegan coming home from work every day. He buys her little gifts to make up for the terrible food and also for the time when he did a load of washing and somehow managed to dye all of her white clothes pale pink. He reads and sometimes he calls Jerry, who he’s been missing lately and who he wants to update on his relationship more than anyone, for some reason. Maybe he’s trying to give the other man hope for the future, as he goes through what sounds like a messy divorce. Elvis empathises, more than he thinks his friend really realises. 

It’s Friday, and Elvis hears the clunk of the door and rushes to greet Tegan.

“Hey baby. Good day at work?” 

He already has his arms around her and is kissing her neck before she’s even got her shoes off. 

She giggles. “Yes, thanks. Tiring, but good.”

“Thought ya were never comin’ home.”

“Sorry, the session dragged on longer than expected.” She looks around the apartment. “What have you been up to?”

“Cleaning,” he replies, proudly. “Cleaned the kitchen. Mopped the floor.”

She turns her head and puts a hand up to stroke his cheek. “You’re getting to be such a good little house husband, ‘raur,” she teases. 

He growls in her ear, squeezing her and tickling her and making her squeal and laugh at the same time. “Don’tcha go tellin’ anyone about this. I’ve gotta reputation to live up ta.”

“I promise. I’ll tell them you just laze around all day, when you’re not having sex with supermodels.”

He sniggers. “It’s not lazin’, it’s post-coital recovery time.”

“Exactly.”

They look at one another for a moment and then he leans down and kisses her thoroughly.

“Gotcha a gift, baby.” 

Letting her go, he walks over to the kitchen counter, picking up the fancy bag there and handing it to her. 

“Of course you did, it’s a day with a y in it,” she replies. He pouts and plays at looking dejected, and she kisses him again. “I’m teasing. You know I love presents.”

“Presents,” he repeats, mimicking her accent. “Presents for Queenie.”

She puts the bag down and launches herself at him, telling him off for making fun of her whilst poking and tickling him. He laughs, easily fending her off for a while, but the more she tells him to stop taking the piss out of her accent the funnier he finds it, and he ends up giggling helplessly on the sofa, with her on top of him tickling him and making it worse. 

“Please… please… ahhh... I surrender!” 

She laughs and flops down onto his chest, both of them exhausted and breathing heavily. 

“Ya gonna open them?” He asks, when he’s got his breath back.

She sits up, half on his lap and half on the sofa. “Depends. Are you going to keep taking the piss out of me?”

Elvis bites his lip, sniggering and trying really hard not to make a comment about what she’d just said. “N-no, honey. I uh… I’ll keep quiet.”

“You better.”

He grins as he watches her get up and walk over to the bag. She’s wearing one of her work outfits, a brightly patterned blouse and a form-fitting pencil skirt, and he can’t help wishing that the apartment was wider so that he could watch her walking away from him for a little longer. 

“You looking at my arse, Mr. Presley?” She asks, walking back with the bag now. 

“Guilty as charged, ma’am.”

She snorts, sitting back down next to him and pulling two large boxes out of the bag. They’re both from a fancy clothes boutique, and she opens the first one to a sea of gold material. Finding spaghetti straps she decides it’s probably a dress, and lifts it up by them to get a better look at it. 

“For ya to wear tomorrow,” he says as she stares at it. 

“I thought it was just a casual barbeque?” 

The dress looks like something a disney princess would wear, with an asymmetrical skirt made of layers of gauzy golden material. 

“Yer my Queenie, so ya have to dress like one.” He smiles and kisses her. “Ya want a crown too? I bet I could get Lowell to make ya one.”

She giggles. “I don’t need a crown. Elvis, this is too much. This is something to wear to a fancy dinner, not a barbeque with Lisa and Maria and Sonny.”

He shakes his head. “I said yer wearin’ it, so yer wearin’ it.”

“You’re not the boss of me,” she replies, a teasing smile on her lips. 

His hand reaches for the necklace she’s wearing, holding the diamond-encrusted initials between his fingers. “Think ya know I am.”

She blushes, looking down at his fingers around the letters and squeezing her thighs together. He notices immediately and smirks, letting the necklace go and lightly slapping the side of her thigh. 

“C’mon. Open the other one.”

Putting the first box to the side, she pulls the lid off the second one. A gold bikini. She should’ve known. 

“Elvis it’s gorgeous, but…”

His hand, which had been resting on the outside of her thigh, shifts a little and gives her leg another firm slap. 

“Uh-uh. No. Yer wearin’ it under that dress. No arguments.”

She looks up into his bright blue eyes as they stare back at her. He looks deadly serious, but she can’t help pushing him a little. 

“I hope you’re going to be wearing something a bit nicer than this then.” She tugs at the sleeve of his tracksuit top. 

“Oooh woman! Do not test me!” He’s laughing a little at first, as he grabs her and pushes her onto the sofa cushions, rolling himself on top and pinning her beneath him. But then his face changes to complete seriousness. “I will wear whatever I goddamn please, and you will wear whatever I tell ya.” Her heart thumps in her chest and blood rushes in her ears as she stares back at him. 

The seriousness lasts for all of five seconds and then his mouth falls into that cute lopsided grin and his eyes shine with amusement. “I’m kiddin’, darlin’. But I think you’ll look damn good in that bikini and that dress. And I’ll wear somethin’ decent. Got my whole closet at home to choose from.”

She nods, her heart racing.

“You okay, baby?”

She blushes a deeper red and puts a hand over her eyes. “I kind of enjoyed that.”

“Oh really?”

“Mmmm.”

“So you’d like it if I told ya that ya had to wear those clothes? And I want yer nails painted to match?”

She nods, hand still over her eyes. “I kind of enjoyed the way you said it, too.” She bites her lip and cringes a little at her own words. He quite often played with being possessive in bed, telling her that her pussy belonged to him and he could have it whenever he wanted, but this was a bit different. This was something she didn’t know she liked.

Elvis smirks a little at how coy she’s being. He gently takes her hand off her face and gives her a reassuring kiss. Then he shifts so he can push her skirt up, briefly noticing her panties as he pushes them to the side and slides his fingers against her. She definitely had been enjoying it.

“You’re gonna wear what I tell you to,” he hisses, voice low and menacing in her ear. “No more arguments.”

His middle finger slides inside her, curling around and making her cry out. “Oh!”

“You’re gonna wear that goddamn dress tomorrow to the barbeque. I want you ta look good for me.”

His finger pumps in and out of her steadily. She whimpers.

“What’s ‘at?”

“Mmm. Yes. Yes I’m going to wear it.”

“Good girl.”

Tegan can hear her own breath coming out in little pants as she closes her eyes, feeling another finger pushing inside her alongside the first. 

“I don’t like these panties.”

Her eyes spring open again and she looks at him, nervously. “S-sorry,” she mumbles, her head spinning, trying to remember which ones she put on this morning. 

“Get rid of ‘em. I only want ya in matching sets.” His voice is low and even and his face is deadly serious, none of his usual smirking and joking and teasing. He’s enjoying himself though, watching the look on her face and feeling the way her body is reacting to him, her hips bucking into his hand. 

She closes her eyes, half-afraid of his serious expression, half turned on by it. She feels his fingers gripping her cheeks and opens them again. 

“You listenin’ ta me?” His tone is harsh and she nods quickly. 

“Y-yes. I won’t wear them again, I’ll throw them away.”

“Yes, what?” He asks, then presses his lips to her ear. “I know ya wanna call me somethin’, baby,” he murmurs, in an entirely softer tone. 

She’d nearly slipped up a couple of times when they were in bed together, responding “yes, d…Elvis…” and even murmuring “daddy” once, so quietly that he’d almost missed it. Her husband had been a little older, and she’d liked to call him that in bed sometimes. But she wasn’t sure how Elvis would feel about it, especially not after all of the stuff that had been written in the paper about their respective ages. So she’d tried to hold back, sticking to her Welsh pet names for him. But he’d obviously figured it out and now it seems like he wants her to say it. 

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispers. 

He growls, pushing her legs back and thrusting his fingers in and out of her harder and faster. She throws her head back and moans. He feels his dick hard in his pants at the same time as she is soaking wet and ready for him, and he doesn’t want to miss his opportunity. They’d fooled around a few more times since the disastrous attempt at Graceland, but she was never quite relaxed or turned on enough and he usually ended up losing his erection mid-way through. 

He hurriedly pulls his sweatpants down along with his boxer shorts, sliding his fingers back out of her as he pumps himself a few times with one hand. Her senses are still reeling, and so she doesn’t realise what’s happening until he starts to push inside her, stretching her so much it hurts a little. 

“Ow. Elvis!”

He looks up quickly, just about managing to pause what he’s doing and praying it doesn’t mean he’s about to lose his erection again. 

“Rub your dick on me, get it wetter.” Tegan knows she’s not really supposed to be telling him what to do right now, but that feels closer to penetration than anything that they’d done before, and she knows he just needs a little more lube. 

He grunts, pulling the tip back out of her and continuing his silent prayers about staying hard. Pulling her panties off and throwing them across the room, he pushes her legs back again and exposes her pussy, groaning at the way it’s glistening with her wetness. They both moan at the sensation of him rubbing himself against her, his foreskin moving back and forth on her puffy clit, desperate for stimulation. 

He huffs out a loud breath. 

“That’s enough,” he says, half to himself but also in an attempt to regain control of the situation. “Yer mine and I wanna fuck you.”

She whines at his words and then at his dick pushing inside her, this time making it past the head, the whole shaft sliding inside until his balls rest against her skin. She’s whimpering at how full she feels, and he just stays there for a moment, as the two of them stare at one another in something like disbelief. 

She props herself up on her elbows so she can look him right in the eye. 

“Please fuck me, Daddy.” 

The sofa is not the easiest place to have sex, and his knees slip every so often as he starts to thrust in and out of her. He grabs hold of the back of it for balance and although it’s deep he starts to worry a bit about falling off. Eventually she flops onto her back and holds her arms out for him, so he lays on top of her, kissing her needily as his hips jut into hers and her legs wrap around his waist. 

“Does it feel good?” He asks, between kisses. 

“Mmm. Yes. Really good. You?”

He nods, breathlessly. “Damn good.” His eyes close in pleasure and he buries his face in her neck. 

He starts to try and speed up his thrusts but the sofa cushions start sliding out, unbalancing both of them. 

“Ah, fuck.”

He pauses and they look at one another, both a little sweaty, their foreheads pressed together. 

“You think we can move to the bedroom?” She asks. 

“Think we’ll have ta try.”

They kiss a little more and then Elvis gets up, slowly pulling out, going back to his silent prayers. They shed their clothes as quickly as they can on their way to the bedroom, until they’re both naked in the bed. Elvis looks down and sighs. 

“Think that was one step too far fer the little guy.”

Tegan bursts out laughing. She finds Elvis’ tendency to talk about his dick like it’s its own person absolutely hilarious. 

“Well you laughin’ at him won’t help any, honey.” He frowns. 

“I’m laughing at you, not your dick.”

“Hmmm.” He tries to look annoyed but he can barely hold in his own amusement. 

“Let’s see if we can, er, perk him up a bit,” she says, wrapping her hand around Little Elvis and starting to work him up and down. “Think he liked it when you were kinda bossy to me, earlier.”

“Mmm.” Elvis’ hand strokes her side. “I think he did too.” He thinks for a moment. She’s naked now, so he can’t really say things about her clothes anymore, and he’s done her outfit for tomorrow. He always liked his girls to have nice hair and nails in the past though, and keep them done for him. Maybe that would work. 

“Don’t think yer keepin’ yerself lookin’ good enough fer me, are ya?” He begins.

Her eyes go wide, wondering what he means. “I-I don’t know. I try to look nice…” she trails off, a little unsure. 

He puts his hand in her hair and pulls it a little. “I want you in the salon every week so yer hair’s lookin’ real pretty for me at the weekend.”

She nods, rushing out a quick, “yes, Daddy,” when he looks stern. She feels him start to get harder in her hand again and pumps a little faster. 

“An’ no chips in yer nails,” he continues. “Can’t have ya goin’ round, lookin’ a mess.”

She can hear herself whimpering again, knowing his words are making her wet even as she worries a little that he does think she’s a mess and she’s not really pretty enough to be on his arm. 

His erection is back so he pulls her hand off his dick, knocking her onto her back and pushing her legs up. Continuing to grip her hand in his, he holds it up so he can examine her fingernails. He shakes his head, giving a low whistle and letting her hand drop back down onto the bed. 

“Ya better get those fixed fer tomorrow.”

He lines himself up and pushes inside her again, this time in one movement, making her groan and her eyes roll back in her head. 

“Ya hear me, little girl?”

She nods quickly. “Yes, Daddy. I’ll get them fixed. Ohhhh.”

He starts to move and now he’s on a mattress and not a sofa he goes hard and fast straight away. Holding onto her thigh with one hand and rubbing her clit with the other he pounds into her. Watching as her breasts bounce with every thrust and loving the feeling of her pussy hugging him tightly, he tries to pay attention to her movements, her breathing, her little tells. Wanting to know when she’s close. 

“Whose pussy is this, baby?” He asks, panting, feeling his own release starting to build as he sees her hands grasping at the bedding and balling into fists. 

“Yours, Daddy,” she moans back. 

“Good girl. Cum for Daddy.”

His thumb rubs her clit more firmly as he carries on his assault on her pussy, his orgasm right at the base of his dick now. As she arches her back she feels him hit somewhere inside her that makes her want to scream, and the combination of that and the way he’s touching her with his thumb is finally enough to trigger waves of pleasure washing over her as she cums. Feeling herself let go completely, the noises that fall from her mouth may as well be screams as her walls squeeze and squeeze and tip Elvis over the edge too, making him cum hard and deep inside her. He cries out in ecstasy, falling on top of her, and the two of them lie there together, dizzy with pleasure.

When he finally feels like he can move again, he rolls off her and pulls her into his arms. She puts an arm and a leg around him too, cuddling up close. 

“That was incredible. Baby, we did it!”

She buries her face in his chest. “I can’t believe it,” she mumbles into his skin. 

“Ya had a good time?” He asks, suddenly worried that her response isn’t quite as enthusiastic as he was expecting. 

“Mmm. Yeah, it was amazing.”

He strokes her back. “But?”

There’s a long pause, where she tries to work out what to say, how to phrase it so she doesn’t sound silly. Eventually she just looks up, shyly, and says, “do you think I look a mess?”

Elvis blinks, wondering why she’s asking, and then realises what he’d said to her earlier.

“Oh, no, honey. I think ya look beautiful, all the time,” he tells her, his hand on her face. “But I do kinda wanna show ya off…” he pauses, looking for her reaction. “I mean, I want people ta be blown away by ya.”

“Hmmmm.” She nibbles on her lower lip and digs her fingers into his chest hair. “So you meant what you said?”

He frowns. She’d definitely said she wanted him to talk like that to her, and now she seemed to be going back on it. “I’d never force ya ta do anythin’ ya didn’t want, honey. You don’t wanna wear that dress tomorrow, that’s up ta you. I was only playin’ coz ya said ya liked it. I don’t wanna upset ya.”

Tegan leans her head back down on his chest and sighs. She doesn’t know what she wants. She definitely enjoyed herself in the heat of the moment but now she’s scared again that he’s pretending she’s pretty. 

“What’s a matter, honey?” Elvis’ voice is low and gentle, and he accompanies the question with patterns traced on her back by his fingertips.

She lets out a long breath that she didn’t realise she’d been holding in. 

“You could be with someone much prettier than me. And… and now especially after…” she swallows and tries to collect herself and not cry. “...you… you’re going to find someone else.” Her shoulders shake and she finds herself crying anyway, the intensity of her orgasm and the feeling of closeness she’d shared with Elvis making her suddenly feel vulnerable and afraid. 

Elvis’ eyebrows knit together in confusion. “Hang on a minute…” he tips her face back up towards him and sees it streaked with tears. “What makes ya think I want anyone else? Ya think I’m gonna do yer laundry, cook yer dinners and mop yer kitchen floor and then go find someone else? Why would I do that?”

Tegan wipes her face a little. “Well let’s be honest now, you didn’t really successfully make much dinner.”

He pulls her up his body so that their foreheads are pressed together again. “I’ve never even tried ta make a woman dinner before you.”

She looks at him for a moment and then starts to cry again. 

“Oh baby,” he wraps both arms around her, holding her close. “What’s wrong?”

“Think you only wanted me because I didn’t care about your dick. And now we’ve had sex you’re just going to leave.”

She tries to roll off him again in embarrassment, but he holds onto her tightly, one hand on the back of her head and the other splayed across her back. 

“Tegan bach,” he begins, firmly. “I wanted you before I knew ya didn’t care about it, and after I knew, and I still want ya now, more than ever. It’s not like ya magically fixed me and now I’m on my way to fuck a bunch of supermodels. We’ve got somethin’ special here. Don’tcha think?”

“Y-yes. That’s why I’m a-afraid to l-lose it,” she sniffs. 

He kisses her gently on the mouth. “I’m sorry I ran away from ya so many times before, an’ fucked this up so many times, an’ ya had to wait fer me ta grow up and realise what I’ve got here. But I’m not goin’ anywhere now. I promise.”

She sniffs again and nods, although she’s still afraid. 

“Let’s dry these tears on this pretty little face, hm? See if ya can gimme a smile.” She moves so he can wipe the tears from her cheeks with his thumbs. He kisses the end of her nose, making her smile slightly. 

“I went ta the store earlier,” he pauses for a minute to reflect and then changes his sentence. “Well, that’s not exactly true. Mary went ta the store fer me, an’ I asked her ta get ingredients for cottage pie.”

“Oh did you?” Tegan is smiling a little more now. “And what are you planning on doing with those then?”

“I was plannin’ on makin’ my Queenie dinner.”

“Well that sounds nice.”

She can almost see him thinking, like he desperately wants to ask her to help him, so it doesn’t end up burnt with lumpy mash, but he also really wants to save face. She decides to put him out of his misery.

“Do you want a glamorous assistant?”

He breathes a sigh of relief at her suggestion. “Fuck yes.”

They both giggle together again and Elvis looks at her lovingly. How she could think he’d want anyone else is beyond him, but he thinks he’ll have to keep showing her how much she means to him. He sits up and looks around for his clothes. The first step of that is making her an edible dinner. 

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morning light | Kid x GN!reader x Sita | fluff | mild suggestiveness

warnings, tags, and notes: mild suggestiveness, kissing, mentions of violence, this is purely self-indulgent and for everyone at the dev patel hive, this is a poly fic don't like it don't read it, if I missed anything please feel free to let me know! @ashsimpsalot MY OFFERING TO YOU BABE

You're reluctant to open your eyes as the sun shines through the window, a gentle reminder that you have to leave the house for work.

But how could you?

You had everything you needed at your side. Well, more like everyone you needed.

Sita was curled up into your chest, her arms wrapped around you while Kid's slithered under you, his other arm draped over both of you. You felt at ease, feeling both of your lovers so close to you.

But that ease is short-lived, seeing that time kept ticking and you needed to head to work.

As quietly as possible you slide out of their grasp and look over both of them, they seem so at peace. It was as if they weren't running away and knocking on your door just a month prior.

You hoped they never had to go through that again. Sita's rose gold dress still hangs over your hamper. Kid's suit was tucked away into a plastic bag in your dresser. The evidence of Queenie's blood along with Baba Shaktie's and Rana's was all over their clothes from that night. It was the only remaining thing tying them back to the violence.

You think about how they looked at your doorstep, both of them shaking because of different reasons. Fear and adrenaline. You could see it in their eyes.

But you don't dwell on that thought, instead opting to head to your bathroom and shower.

At the sound of water running Kid's eyes open slowly, noticing you are no longer in bed with them. It takes him a moment to wake up fully and he relaxes, pulling Sita closer to his chest and hoping you come out before she wakes.

His hands run through her long dark hair, fingers playing with the strands and twirling them. She still smells like roses. Kid smiles at the thought of his girls, his cheeks getting hot. Whether an hour or 15 minutes pass by, he doesn't know, but you're out of the shower and in your work clothes.

He smiles softly when you catch his eye, you seem more awake when you notice he's up. You walk over and sit at the edge of the bed, smiling at the sight of Sita still asleep and curled into Kid's chest.

"Good morning, darling." You whisper and kiss his lips gently. He eases into the kiss and reaches for you, bringing you closer and making you lean down. He was always so needy, especially on the mornings you had work. "Morning." He whispers back, entranced with you already.

Sita stirs softly but you both don't pay mind, too focused on each other. Kid reaches for your waist and you have to force yourself out of his hold because if you didn't you were definitely not going to work that day.

Sita's eyes flutter open, seeing how both of his lovers were in a heated makeout session. She wanted in. "Wow, I see how it is." She whispers, a teasing lilt to her voice. Both of your eyes tear away from each other and fall onto her, the unexpected attention makes her curl into herself but she smiles. You sit on the bed and beckon her over, Sita eagerly shuffles closer to you and kisses up your neck, her customary wakeup routine for you.

You hum and run your hands through her hair then slowly inch under her sleep shirt and rub her back. "How's my girl?" Your voice rings through her ears and she almost purrs, feeling how Kid's eyes run over both of you. Kid looks into your eyes and you see how his gaze begs for both of you.

"I'm great," Sita answers, her hands now running down your arms. The temptation to undress you is a lot for both Kid and Sita, wanting you back in bed. "I'm doing really great." She hums, and her kisses never stop even as she feels Kid's hands snake around her hips.

If only it excites her more. You're just as tempted to ditch work until you see what time it is. Your eyes widen and you cup her cheeks, pressing a kiss to her lips and reaching for Kid's hands and squeezing them. "I need to go." You chuckle, seeing as they are a bit stunned.

Kid fights back a whine, wanting to just pull you down and for him and Sita to have fun with you. Yet he understands that you have more people to take care of since they can't head outside yet, their faces all over the news.

"Fine. But come here for a sec." Sita smiles, leaning in to kiss you one more time. Kid is eager for a kiss as well, you can tell. You give him one and run your hand over his cheek.

"You two behave while I'm gone, yeah?" They share a look, one that says we won't. But you know better.

[vvickydisc]

I would love to hear about your three AUs! (Entangled, Springlock and Ribbons Attached)

All of them have gorgeous designs!!!

tysm!!! honestly i wish i did a little more with the springlock designs but didnt know what more i could do xd let me try my best explaining these aus haha, feel free to ask for elaboration!

Entangled AU

Is about Jax being stuck in a dating simulator with the hostess being, Ringleader Gangle!

cos it rhymes with gangle :)

In this AU, Gangle is a AI whos aware shes not real. So she tries to not be too attached to whoever plays, its hard since shes programmed to love em' throughout them playing the game correctly, because if they win they wont play again

She used to miss/yearn for the player(s) return but fucked around with coding to get rid of this feeling by deleting some saved data, ensuring Gangle won't even remember them if they 'won' and left the game

How to win is basically romancing Gangle and confessing your love to her, allowing you to leave the game. Which is why Jax is stuck here because he can't/won't "win the game" (Theres no reason for this, hes just being a stubborn asshole)

Despite Jax not playing the 'dating' part of the simulator or earning her affection in the correct way, Gangle falls in love with Jax oddly enough. The reasons as to why will be explored in the future!

couple of notes!

* Within this AU it's just them! The others won't be in this AU xd but im willing to explore some designs of how they mightve looked like

* Shoutout to the person who thought this was a Balan Wonderworld AU because Gangle was totally based off Balan with Jax being based off NiGHTS

Ribbons Attached AU

Springlock AU

like 'strings attached' and jax being the puppeter of gangle *wave off hand* you get it

If you like the asshole aspect of Jax and want him to be worse while liking Ribbun this may be the AU for you!

In this AU! Jax is actually a dead person stuck haunting this game as the Ringleader, no i won't explained how he died and how hes in the game just listen to cabinet man by lemon demon

It's quite a simple AU though, Jax makes torturous adventures based off the others fear. Gangle's prevalent fear in this AU is claustrophobia.

His main goal is to make the cast abstract for a laugh and possibly to not feel lonely? Since if they did abstract, its not like they can leave.

It's why his favorite is Gangle! He'd hate for her to leave somehow.

couple of notes!

* All the cast has some sort of clown names, Gangle being Jingle because of her bells.

* I like to think each "Ringleader!Character" has their gimmick. With Caine having "all seeing eyes" I like to imagine Jax has many expendable and extendable hands/arms? not like a spider!! think of floating gloves/hands

cos... gangle has springs and.. jax is a dead guy whos trapped as a rabbit.... you can only understand if you know about fnaf

In this AU, it's also kinda simple. I've been bouncing between the idea if I should keep Gangle as a AI and Jax as a human or just make them both human or both AI but its basically: Jax is Caine and Gangle is Bubble

Its a bit blaaand at the moment but hopefully I can come up with some ideas for this one..

The cast includes: Pomni, Kafumo, Queenie, Ragatha, Zooble and Kinger :) thanks for reading!! and sorry for answering this late :c

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FEMALE MOVIE/TV RECS (PART 8 / COMEDY & ROMCOMS)

got inspired from a recommendation post so decided to make a list of movies and shows with female-centric stories/female protagonists. since i can't post all of the genres in one post, i'll split it into multiple posts and y'all can save or add to the list as you wish. (disclaimer: i have watched most of these, but i only know about the existence of others. not every movie/show on these lists will be my recommendation. my recommendations will be beneath the list with reasons. also some of these are way better than others in terms of storytelling/performance--which is why i'll list my faves separately):

Common Themes/Tropes:

-Quirky girlfailures and losergirls being disastrous (and learning they're still loveable)

-Women causing carnage (sometimes) unintentionally

-Women getting into shenanigans with their friends/sisters

-Features many equally if not more dumbass male antagonists (or sidekicks)

-Financial struggle subplot

-BFFs and sisters > everything else (even the d)

-Lots of sex and money talk usually

-The Struggle of Dating TM

-I Still Feel 12 & Stupid TM

WHAT I'D RECOMMEND:

Abbott Elementary (9/10) (too many amazing female characters!)

Such Brave Girls (8/10) (Derry Girls as adults)

Kajillionaire (7/10) (the protagonist is so weird and loveable, top tier ending)

Isn't It Romantic (6.5/10) (fun and knows exactly what it needs to be)

Fleabag (?/10) (haven't watched but I know it's good)

Kevin Can F**k Himself (9.5/10) (genuinely so so so so good some of the most clever and sincere storytelling I've seen in a while)

Hacks (7.5/10) (the two female leads are hilarious in their own ways and so human!)

NOT LISTED BUT WORTH CHECKING OUT:

What Men Want

Little

Nobody's Fool

Girl's Trip

The Other Woman

Queenie

Legally Blonde

Miss Congeniality

The Devil Wears Prada

Pitch Perfect

PERSONAL NOTES

Playing House is about two friends raising a child together, which is a premise I love. High Desert is a detective comedy (way more comedy than detective, though) with a likeable protagonist who is also addicted to drugs (that isn't the punchline, don't worry).

The Hustle and Queenpins were produced by the same company (and you can tell).

Twenties is one of the few shows that feature a stud lesbian as a central character (and she's beautiful!). Insecure is probably the most famous of black female comedy shows, though.

[ashsimpsalot]

Sushi in Tokyo (Kid X Sita X Reader)

Yes this is a poly fic, the tittle is based on

MY poly anthem

You entered the cracked up flat to find Kid watching the TV by himself, so deep in the Movie he didn't even realise you were home, a smile formed on your lips, fuck, even though you're hosting two fugitives in your home, the sight is too domestic to not melt your heart.

"I'm home," you announced, closing the door behind you. You turned around to see Kid with a big smile on his lips, standing and walking towards you, as excited as a puppy.

"jaanu, I missed you," he breathed before attaching hid lips to yours, hands wrapping around your waist. You hummed in the kiss.

Once you pulled back you stared into his eyes with a smile before looking at his hair, touching them.

"your curls feels fluffier than usual," you made a comment which earned a chuckle from Kid. He hummed and have your lips a final peck. "Sita put henna on my hair, she said she got bored being stuck in this house." he explained.

The mental image of your girl just running her hands into your man's curls makes you smile.

"where is she?" he lead you to sit you on the couch with him. "she's asleep," he whispered into your hair. The man's already clingy as it is, having you work much more than usual makes Kid crave having you in his arms even more.

You being the only face that is not all over the news for the murder of Rana, Queenie and Baba Shakti, you had decided, it's safer for the them to stay at home until it all die down, then all three of you could make a run to a different region of India, maybe even crossing borders. Anywhere people can't recognise them.

But until then you have to work to supply enough money, for three people, and it's not easy. It takes way much more time than you usually work.

You glance at the blanket that is on the sofa and frowned. "you're sleeping on the couch? Did you two fought?" you asked looking at Kid.

Kid barely loses his cool, Sita, being herself, is always clear on what she wants, what she likes and dislikes. For them to fight is very very rare.

"God, no. She kicked me out of the room because it was too hot, she said I'm a human heater," he said and lightly pouted. You let out a small laugh.

"she's right, you are a heater, and the heat of Mumbai isn't to play with. Plus your habit of hugging while you sleep isn't really helping your case." you teased, kissing his pout off. His eyebrows furrowed. "I can't even cuddle my girls without being rejected," he joked. You love it when Kid is comfortable. When it just the three of you, you get to see this side of him.

"baby?" a sleepy voice interrupted you two you turned around to see Sita with sleepy eyes standing in front of the room.

"hey, pretty girl, come here," you smiled at your girl, fuck even when she just woke up she's so incredibly beautiful. Sita sits herself between Kid and you, playfully pushing Kid away from you earning a small whine from Kid. He positione her so that she's sitting on his lap. On of her hand thrown over his shoulder she lazily kissed him

You smiled and softly placed your thumb on her chin, caressing before leading her in. She smiled and kissed you next.

"how was your nap?" Sita had thrown both her legs into your lap, you chuckled and brought her hand to kiss her palm.

"was good, without the heater bothering me." she joked, Kid tickled her side earning a yelp form her.

"Did I wake you up, sweetheart?" you asked softly, she just shook her head. Taking your hand in hers and begun her favourite pass time. Drawing random shapes on your palm.

"it's raining outside, it got cold," she replied, her fingers tracing letters in your palm. 'I <3 u` again and again and you smiled.

"is that why you came out? To be with the heater?" Kid asked, his arm thrown over your shoulder to pull you closer, you end up with your head on his chest while Sita's head on his neck.

Just what you need after a long day.

Sita didn't answer just let out a small laugh and yelp once again when he tickled her side. "Kidd!" she whined, now switching form drawing letters in your palm to kissing your fingers, almost even suckling on them.

Kid on the other hand has had his nose buried in your hair. Obviously sniffing the hell out of them.

"you two are awfully clingy today," you laughed into Kid's chest, eyes pinned on how pretty Sita's lips are kissing your fingers like that. You're glad that she's comfortable enough to let her oral fixation out and about. She used to say she's insecure about it and try not to do it in public.

"we missed you," Sita said softly before taking her head off of Kid's neck, tilting your chin and kissed your lips. You hummed into the kiss.

"hopefully this thing die down a little soon, I've got my contact for fake IDs already, even all the papers we need, just need this to die down and we can move on," Kid said and sighed. Sita though looked particularly interested. "what?" Kid asked confused. You just laughed because you know your girl all too well.

"you talking about all these matter makes her hot and bothered," you joked which made Sita blush. "hey!" she tried to defend herself before burying her face into Kid's neck, hiding from both of you.Kid chuckled and raised his hand to run it through her hair.

"hot and bothered hm?" he looked over to you with a smirk. You chucked. "such a tease," you laughed at him and kissed his lips, Sita turned her head again, pulling your hand towards her lips and kissed them again.

"i could fall asleep like this," you admitted, earning a him from Kid. A yawn escaped your lips. You looked over to Sita and chuckled when she's settled into placed your index finger into her mouth.

"I might fall asleep," you said again eyes now closed. Kid's hand that was resting on your arm softly move to pat you "sleep, I'll lift you later," you answer with a hum. You felt a kiss on your head and before you know it you're snoring like a baby.

[sourw0lfs]

dance with the devil - part six

I've decided this will eventually be available on AO3, but I want to get through some major plots points for everyone following along here before I have to spoil them with AO3's tagging system.

Words: 525 | Rating: E (mostly parts 1 & 2, but also future parts) | CW: dead bodies, Eddie is having a bad time

part one || part two || part three || part four || part five || part six || part seven || part eight || part nine || part ten || part eleven || part twelve

Once the front door of the apartment closes, Eddie spends the first few minutes by himself just staring at it. He isn't sure exactly what he expected when Joyce gave him this assignment, but he's pretty sure what he got isn't even near the list. Having to help cover up a murder definitely isn't on the list. And now that he's done that, Eddie isn't even sure that's what he was supposed to do. The only instructions Joyce gave him before sending him on his way was take care of Steve Harrington. No details, no helpful hint or clues. Nothing but the world's vaguest instruction and a stern warning not to fuck it up.

Eddie's eyes wander to the body still in the middle of the floor and he grimaces slightly. "Guess it's just you and me, buddy," he tells the man as he pulls the fourth angelic miracle of the hour to cover up the murder even further. A pool of ochre colored vomit appears next to the body. Hopefully it's enough to throw off any suspicion of foul play, because it's all Eddie's got left. He's only even had the ability to do things like that for a handful of hours at this point. He probably shouldn't be testing their limit. Or cleaning blood off people with them, but what else was he supposed to do? He can't help a guy that gets slapped with a murder charge five minutes into his assignment.

Sighing and taking one last look around the apartment for anything he missed, Eddie finally lets himself go after Steve. There's a chance it's been long enough for him to have the breakdown he was clearly teetering on the edge of. Or maybe he's actually fine and Eddie's just assisted a psychopath or something. That'll look great on his soul's record. All it takes is a blink for him to find out.

And yeah, maybe he should stop with the magic for now, considering the dangerous wobble to his landing once he let's it guide him back to his charge. And maybe he should have made sure Steve was alone before teleporting to him, because a shrill, frantic female voice is the last thing he needs when his head is already kind of spinning. "Holy shit! Where did you come from?"

Blinking hard to clear his vision, Eddie looks in the direction of the voice. He sees Steve first, looking just as frazzled as he had when he’d stormed out before, but now there’s a girl, too. “You want the long answer or the short answer?” he asks, lips already spreading into a grin to hide his discomfort. “Because short is some guy’s apartment and long is, well, a long story.”

The girl looks at Eddie for a moment longer before glancing at Steve, seeming to have a full conversation with him with just their eyes, before they move back to Eddie again. “Long,” she replies with a smirk of her own. “And it better include how the hell you just popped up in my apartment out of nowhere.”

Grimacing, Eddie takes a deep breath and launches into his story.

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[m1suri]

Newt with a Gen Z Teen!Y/N

Sypnosis: Y/N ends up time traveling back to 1926 on accident during a freak event with a Time Machine she found. Unfortunately, due to the laws of time travel, she is now forever stuck there and cannot go back to her original time period. Dumbledore ends up putting her on the the famous Newt Scamander, the famous(and only) Magizoologist. How does he react to that?

P.S. This takes place during Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, Newt meets Y/N before the events of the movie and it’s basically just Y/N if she was in the first movie. Y/N is using she/her pronouns and is 16!

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Newt was quite surprised when Dumbledore had told him that he was now in charge of a 16 year old girl from the future to say the least

When Dumbledore first introduced you guys, he was very sky and awkward around you

He’d barley let a word out and most of the time, you’d be the one continuing the conversation with him

Pickett was just silently observing as this random teenager was trying to speak to Newt, trying to figure out her deal

It took a little bit Newt soon started warming up to you, much to your relief

He had taught you all about his creatures and how to take care of them which means that they officially like you now since you’ve been sweet to their mama and taking care of them

I’d say that’s a win win in my book

He found the way you dressed when he first met you kinda weird but obviously you had to change your style since you didn’t wanna get caught

One of the things that definitely confused him the most about you is when you begin speaking in pure brain rot to him and he’s just like

“What?”

Funniest pranks to pull on him is to just randomly start speaking brainrot to him outta nowhere and just watch his reaction

Sometimes you make fun of his British accent when he talks which he finds it weird but never says anything about it

Teddy loooooves stealing your necklace that you made with the pop tabs you took from all the cans of soda and energy drinks you’ve drank thanks to school

Newt has to always force Teddy to give it back to you and makes sure that none of the pop tabs are missing from it

You two have gotten so close over the past few months that you began to see him almost like a father to you since he took care of you and such

You had ended up going with him to New York to help him free Frank since he didn’t want you to be left alone back in Britain

You also just wanted to simply say goodbye to Frank and watch him be free

What was supposed to be a simple trip and back turned into a mess when a man by the name of Jacob accidentally takes Newts case and let’s all of his creatures out

Although the only good think that came out of that was meeting Tina

It’s gets even worse when an obscurus comes into play and now it’s going around and killing a person and destroying buildings

Newt is slowly starting to regret bringing you along for the ride since you’ve never felt with an Obscurus before and you had no magic

Now Newt, you, Jacob, and Tina are on a mission to find the missing creatures and return them safely to Newts suitcase

Not before making a quick pit stop though

Now you met Queenie

And by the looks of it, the longer we were there the more obvious her and Jacob became with their pretty obvious liking towards one another

Newt highly discourages you getting involved with them since based on all the times you’ve ranted to him about your love life, your definitely not one to give relationship advice

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That’s it for this part, I might make a part two seeing as though I didn’t get quite through the first movie very well yet. Two posts in one day is definitely a personal best. Let me know if you guys do want a part 2!! ^^

[misscherrys-world]

༒Here’s hcs no one asked for.

James Patrick March.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Warnings: murder, drugs, blasphemy, nsfw themes.

Sorry if there’s any misspelling or grammatical mistakes I wrote this after midnight.

I will make it a habit to put the song I listen to while writing.

Please kiss his dimples.

He listens to indie rock sometimes. Secretly

He says he hates pets, but you’ll catch him petting a stray cat. American Psycho reference

He went heavy on cocain in early 30s, right before he died.

He likes to fuck religious people before killing them. In a way that mocks god and the Bible. I’m really sorry

He had multiple affairs while he was married to Elizabeth.

Although he thought all these years Elizabeth turned him to the police he still loved her. But when Mrs. Evers admitted it was her he never spoke to her again. For eternity.

James likes age gaps, I think he married Elizabeth when she was 21/22 and he was 30 I guess correct me with accurate numbers if I got it wrong.

Unlike Kai he wouldn’t kill his lover yet alone lay a single finger on her. If she simply did something wrong he will correct her in private. After defending her in any situation of course.

Or simply by punishing her while having intimate time. Light spanking. Nothing more.

If someone did you wrong or got on your bad side, whether you’re his lover or friend, consider that person gone forever.

He cares deeply for his circle and students.

He didn’t miss a single devil’s night.

He likes the sound of screaming late at night while wandering through the hotel’s hallways.

He’s a night owl.

When he was alive he enjoyed car rides at night and did it a lot while hunting for someone to kill.

He loved the ocean but hated the sand.

He knows all the casino games. And a skilled player too.

He knew he was going to hell. And he believed there’s a God who trapped him for eternity in the hotel.

He plays the piano.

He refused to use a smart phone until the Countess told him she would follow him on instagram. Simp

He loves talking shit about other ghosts and judges them all the time.

He was racist until he met Queeny.

He hated Jews too.

[distantmaniacallaugh]

KINGER WOULD BANG UZIS MOM 3AM UPDATE

It’s three in the morning and I’m thinking about fucking. Norking. Kinger x Uzis mom. I’m. I’ve reached a new low

FACTS about this godforsaken crossover au idea I have now:

Everything happens because Jax accidentally causes a singularity by telling Caine to divide 0 by 69

the resulting explosion blasts the computer they’re in into space

it somehow lands on murder drones planet

Uzis mom finds it and Kinger just. pops out or something

Uzi immediately likes Kinger because he’s genuinely interested in that gun she built

Kinger gives N exactly one scrap of validation, pats him on the head, and N is like “gee gosh thanks sir!” He cries later.

Uzis mom complains about her lack of mobility as a crab thing, Kinger consistently shows sympathy and she’s like. What the fuck. You’re weird. What are you doing stop that. Meanwhile Kingers just like ???’:] ???

kinger ends up repairing her at some point. He’s very gentle, of course. Uzis mom has literally no idea what to do with this.

she doesn’t ask what his name is for. Literal weeks.

forced proximity because they’re trying to fix the computer to get the rest of the cast out?? Uzi tries to help?? Unsuccessfully??

why am I giving this. Plot

oh god

kinger opens up about missing his human body at one point and Uzis mom is just like. You’re a what now.

Kingers like yup. I was human before this. It was nice, I think. I really miss having bones. (She’s reaching for a gun)

He and Kahn play cards together

Kahn is like. Listen. you just treat my wife good now. I failed her and she deserves better than me and I see that but you better treat her right because I sure couldn’t.

Kinger immediately tries to comfort him and shares about his own wife, thinking Khans like, blaming himself for losing her in the first place, when in reality he was just. A coward

Kahn, a coward, never corrects him

They don’t like, wall-e kiss at any point. He ends up falling asleep holding her, and she’s like.,,,,emotions,,,other than..,rage…,oh my god,,,,..,,..

uzi supports all of this and takes bets on when her mom will fuck the weird chess guy. Thad is winning

Kinger teaches Thad how to shoot firearms

he chess-shuffles into a blizzard at one point looking for parts, Uzis mom has to rescue him and give him this full pep talk on how he should get his shit together. And he’s like. I would if I could ma’am (he calls her ma’am because he’s scared of her) (as he should be)

The size difference is enough he can literally hold her in the palm of his hand and that’s a WAY cuter mental image than it should be, what’s HAPPENING to me

Kinger has a full on crisis when he realizes he likes her romantically. And chess shuffles into a blizzard. Again.

Queenie pulls a mufasa lion king apparition from beyond the grave to tell him it’s ok to bang Uzis mom

Kingers like staring up into the sky with icicles hanging off him and just goes *voicecrack* “OkAy!1”

“How would you like being stuck in a hunk of garbage like this!? It’s disgusting!”

“Huh?? I don’t think you’re disgusting at all!”

“Oh come on! You literally wipe down the keyboard every time you use it, and every time you touch me you get oil all over your stupid gloves— just admit you feel bad for me and get on with it!”

if I write any more dialogue this is ending up on ao3

IF I HAVE TO WRITE A 40K ABOUT KINGER BANGING UZIS MOM. I AM GOING TO DIE. GOOSNIGHT

[sm-baby]

sooo i imagine in the digital carnival, Kaufmo's and Queenie's games can no longer be played, since they abstracted? or are they able to be played, but code is missing/broken or everyone just doesnt go near them because the memories hurt?

Some characters are able to fill in for certain roles as for Kinger's request. Kinger is now commentating on the fights solo with out Queenie to play off of. But sometimes it sounds like hes talking to himself like he has a second host.

Kinger: Haha what a lively Audience we have today dear! What do you think??

............

Kinger: EXCELLENT IDEA!!

[modernspellsword]

Annalise was wrapping up her shift one night when the basement door to the supe opened. Half a dozen people came out only putting on a glimmer as they ascended into the employee break room. Annalise stared at them. “Why are you guys here?” She asked. “And so freshly glimmered.”

“It’s caroling time.” One said as they held a book of music. “And we need you conductor.”

Annalise’s eyes widened. “Hol-up hol-up! I did this last year last minute. What makes you think I’d do it again?”

“That last year you could sing the first verse of god rest ye merry gentlemen without music in tempo.” One said.

“We have three sirens who work for the club, and at least one muse. Use one of them.”

“The muse does writing only.” One at the back said with a cough. “You’d know if you attended one of our practices. I have an original arrangement. But because we’re working with Irving’s brass ghosts you just have the same six songs as last year.”

“I-I never attended a practice. I can’t be a conductor on that alone.”

“You didn’t last year and you were still more in tune and on tempo than all of us.”

“You all are really ba-“. Annalise felt a vine wrap around her leg. she turned to see Ariad in the doorframe.

“Go out one night girl. You won’t sleep until after midnight anyways. You are a better conductor than any of them. It’s two hours there and back. You get free cookies and cocoa. Also they’re sad they missed last year and wanted to see you sing.”

From the vines a small rubber ducky waddled by with a squeak. “Squeakers? Oh? You wanted to see momma sing?” Annalise was nearly in tears as she picked up the rubber ducky who eagerly wriggled and squeaked in joy.

Annalise quickly got a mug from a cabinet and filled it with coffee while making baby talk with the rubber ducky. “The more I see it the more I have to fight the urge to giggle.” A voice said.

Annalise saw Thomas in the doorway holding a music book. “Thomas? Wait. You’re psychic you can keep them all in tune and conduct.”

“I made the offer.” He said. “But I had told squeakers you conduct and they insisted they wanted to see. So I’ll be singing with. At least this year we’ll hit the chords.” He said.

As they got into cars, Annalise driving one half, she spoke to the muse who wrote the music. “So it was last minute last year, but the band. They aren’t actually ghosts right?”

“Oh yeah. They are. Lead by a spirit medium. Said they’d help her out if they could play at least four Christmas concerts a year.” The muse said.

“That’s. Oddly specific.”

“I dunno. Ghosts are weird. Why I work with the living. Can barely tolerate the undead. But your Ex Pays to arrange the public and church concerts. This one is one of the ones she can attend. So she’ll be there.”

“Don’t tell me Queenie will be there too.”

“Who?”

“Don’t…. Dont ask. I love her but she’d be nothing but trouble.” Annalise sighed.

The drive to the site, a small park with a Christmas tree and some stands set up. The ghost band was almost all there, the tips of their hair and the backs of their ankles faded just a touch, so they sat facing a bush. Squeakers rested on Annalise’s shoulder as they set up. Once it had begun and she had the music in front of her her and the ghost band coordinated. “I’ll count to three and then we start. Give me the tempo and I’ll try and match. We just need to pause between each tune.” She said.

“Can do.” A deep voiced gentleman ghost said. “Imagine, a woman leading the band. Well, we have singers so I can’t complain too much. Why she has a rubber duck on her shoulder is beyond me.”

Annalise exchanged a smirk with Squeakers. “One. Two, one two three- God rest ye merry gentlemen may nothing you dismay.”

[neonlight2]

Jaehaera Targaryen (OC) x Daemon x Rhaenyra

(And someone else… who will be a surprise.)

Trigger warnings: mentions of SA and abuse, Smut, wlw smut (if you don’t like bisexuals or lesbians— wtf are you even doing here. Get out.), implied p in v, oral (fem receiving), fingering, voyeurism/exhibition, praise and degradation

Lemme know if I missed anything… enjoy. Don’t worry, there will be some more later on, so don’t be disappointed if your ship wasn’t necessarily fulfilled.

Sneaking away with Rhaenyra and Daemon. (Masterlist)

It was a regular occurrence. Sneaking out with Rhaenyra and Daemon after a strenuously prim event became second nature. Surprisingly enough, it was Rhaenyra’s idea in the beginning…

“Are you daydreaming without me Queenie? Or are you searching for the right question to ask?”

“Would you ever— never mind.”

“Hey, cut that shit out. I always want to know what’s going on in your mind.”

The Princess let out a light laugh at Jaehaera’s shameless cursing. A habit picked up from Daemon no doubt.

“Would you ever like to go back in town, deep into town?”

Grinning knowingly at the ivory strands framing Rhaenyra’s face, she brushes them aside to avert the girl’s gaze. “I’d love too.”

An obvious joy flashed across the older girls face before concern swiftly took over. “Are you sure? You don’t have to do it for me, or Daemon, we understand—,”

“Nyra,” Jaehaera cooed in a sing song voice. “I want to go. There’s no need to fear my past.”

Not to mention she had already prepared herself a few days before because Daemon asked her the same thing.

The first time they went was utter chaos and filled with debauchery. Drinking, watching vulgar plays, and Daemon did quite a lot of whoring. All while Rhaenyra and Jaehaera talked, watching colors fly after taking a heavenly drug.

However, the last time they went, Rhaenyra was inevitably banned, Daemon was exiled, and Jaehaera… well you’ll see.

***

“Where would you like to go today my princess?” Daemon asked in his regular flirtatious tone, holding Rhaenyra’s hand in his while desperately trying to get ahold of the raven haired girl walking in front of them.

He’d started to call her “quick-feet” from time to time, due to how fast she managed to wander from them.

“We always pick—,” Rhaenyra replied, glancing between her two companions. “Where do you want to go Issa qēlos?” My star

Jaehaera stopped in her tracks, causing both Daemon and Rhaenyra to crash into her back. A small grunt left them after.

“What’s the matter Jae?” Rhaenyra asked, letting go of Daemon to peer around the girl— who had surpassed her height, closing towards Daemon’s every day.

And while Jaehaera moved far to quickly for either of them to follow her line of sight, it was enough time for Daemon and Rhaenyra to recognize the shift in her demeanor.

“The brothel.” Jaehaera answered before leaving totally, letting her body weave through the crowd like thread to the eye of a needle.

Within seconds both Targaryens we’re equally confused, curious, and oddly cautious as they tried their best to follow suit. Glancing at each other amidst the chaos, there was a collective understanding: whatever caught her eye was dangerous.

Perhaps to her, to them, or hopefully— to itself. All they knew was it was enough to drag her attention away from them. And while individually, she would feel more inclined to entertain herself, Jaehaera had never voluntarily left them whilst together.

They didn’t even have to enter the pleasure house to hear it’s contents. Lewd moans and vulgar slurs echoed outside the building, along with the clinking of coin, which hung in bags off the furniture and bodies spread out about the place. Daemon was used to the debauchery, so the crude behavior did nothing to sway his attentions, but Rhaenyra couldn’t help wrinkle her nose as the musk seeped through the walls. She may have grown accustomed, and less embarrassed when faced with such activities— she would have to when in town with Daemon of course— yet she was still a princess. And she didn’t think good hygiene was too much to ask for.

Instinctively, Daemon’s hand had wrapped around his niece’s waist as to scare off any unwanted advances. Sure, she was wearing a cloak, so no one could see her face, nor was she dressed as on of the working girls in the estate. But that had never stopped the audacity of a bastard before.

“I’ve lost her.” He whispered directly into her ear, positioning himself behind her to look as if he were about to have his way. It was all a play— or at least that’s what both of them would say, but that’s didn’t stop Rhaenyra’s cheeks to set aflame.

“So much for being one of the best trackers in the realm,” she replied with rolling eyes and a snip attitude.

Snaking his hands around her front, the prince cupped her neck softly. “Now is not the time to tease my princess. Our dragon has gone on a war path, and her eyes were foreboding.”

Almost crooning into his touch, she nodded. “Fine, then what would you have us do.”

Tilting his head slightly, he shifts hers by the chin. “I suppose we could ask the woman in charge.”

“I suppose you know her very well.”

“Don’t be jealous Nyra, she’s an old friend.”

“One that you once claimed to be your pregnant fiancé, and our dragon is totally taken with.”

Clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, Daemon could only say, “Litse.” Fair

***

“Jaehaera is perfectly well.”

Huffing to himself Daemon slouched on the chair closest in reach. “I can always count on you for vague answers White Worm.”

“I merely telling you what you need to know.” She said while stacking the coins to count her revenue.

“And that is?” Rhaenyra asked, her thinning patience pricking at her tone.

Mysaria let out a steady breath, eyes sealed shut in order to calm the anger boiling closer to her throat with every passing second. “Jaehaera is safe. She is attending to business of her own,” the stern woman’s face showed little sympathy for the two royals in her presence. “As am I.”

There was a brief silence between all three. A mutual agreement to trust the person whom they all stood here for.

“What could she possibly wish to keep from us?” Rhaenyra asked, voice gone soft and depleted.

This time the White Worm showed an ounce of mercy.

“We all have our secrets, most are best left in the dark to those we love.” She stared intently on the gold within her hand, listening to the tick somewhere near her desk. “She’ll be back in an hour or so.”

***

It reeked of filth. Of musk, rot, and above all else iron.

The air was thick in the smell and had become humid. Sweat soaked every inch of skin within the room, almost as much as the red staining the walls and floor. And while the activities past the door were evident and loud, the individuals here only found a vicious pitch or the wheezing breath of the other.

“Please,” one of the men, top of the pile, cried out the best he could muster. He was practically blind due to the swell of his face, yet his one spared eye still couldn’t find the monster amongst the darkness.

“I’ll ask you one last time.”

The man lunches forward, choking on the blood running up his throat from added pressure to his ribs— every single one cracked. “Please just let me go! I’ll do anything! I didn’t know I swear!”

A sharp sting attacked his scalp, forcing his head up as soft lips grew close to his ear. “Believe me, I didn’t either. But then again,” a melodic tune filled his ears as her awaited her judgement. She was mocking him.

“I’m not the one who raped and beat innocent girls.”

His eyes went wide, bulging from his skull, and if she wished.. she could have plucked them out.

Wrapping a hand, wet and sticky with blood, around his neck, she asked for the last time. “Where is she?”

A pathetic whimper left his lips, sputtering as bile and metallic filled his mouth. “I-I told you I don’t—,”

“Wrong answer.” She chimes tightening her grip, ready to jut back.

“NO! She-she’s dead.”

Her grip loosened.

“How?”

Finally, learning from his mistakes he answered quickly. “Infection. We had to throw her into a fire pit.”

It must have been a minute before she spoke again. “Do you regret it?”

She felt the bob of his Adam’s apple before he replied a hushed, “Yes.”

“Good.”

A crack was followed by a stout thud, and the top of his head colliding with the cold floor.

Now the living thing in the room was her. The walking shadow, who’s steps never made a sound, nor did she seem to bleed. No, she was dressed in the last breath of her victims. Yet she could help but hold them all in.

Her throat soured in bitter acid, plaguing her tongue with guilt. The girls lungs seemed to seize as she treaded toward the door. Slowly her eyes grew hazy and spotted within the dark. It was only until she swung the door open that she found air.

In a frenzy her eyes searched.

Searched for some reassurance, some safety, something to cover the sticky red dripping off her figure as she stood. She had barely stepped out of the room when felt a warm weight atop her shoulders. If she weren’t so tired she would have probably snapped the arms that held the cloak in place, but her mind was murky as swamp water and her legs were twitching with tension.

With a turn of her head she saw an unexpected sight.

“Come with me please,” she said— a voice so sweet the girl wished to drown in it— while her hands lightly coaxed her forward. She looked so much like her. “White Worm has sent me to care for you if need be, your highness.”

The whisper made the princess’ skin prickle and her head nod in agreement. She tried to speak, but a croak was released instead of her voice. It was only then that she noticed how tight her throat had become.

Letting the girl steer her along, they kept close to the walls, which didn’t hold to kindly to her stomach. Even though she had barely been touched, the bloodied girl couldn’t help when it began to churn. Visions of her past forced their way into her mind, plaguing whatever sanity she had left.

“Right in here, ma’am.”

Another room— almost pitch black. Her stomach eased.

The only light in the room was from a dim candle, sat on a desk not too far from the bed and a wooden dresser. It must have been one of the working girls chambers, she thought before glancing over at her rescuer. Her brown hair turning a golden color in the light, and her differing eyes shining gold and a rich green.

“Stay here and rest your highness, I shall go fetch White Worm—,”

“No—” her hand launched forward, catching the girls hand with great fervor.

There was a second of worry that flashed over the girls face, which had been mistaken for fear. She left the girl’s hand go before asking again.

“Please stay. Send someone else if you have to report to her, but please stay.”

“If you wish, your highness.”

“No, no please. Call me Jaehaera.”

A hint of a smile quivered at the girl’s face. Perhaps she were amused by the princess’s behavior, or maybe she thought her pathetic— begging like a pitiful child.

“Would you like to take your cloak off, Jaehaera?”

Gulping back the emotion surging through her body, Jaehaera shrugged the cloak off herself, much to the other girl’s disappointment.

“It’s yours, not mine,” she said, handing it over.

The smile was full now. It stretched her face beautifully, cause her cheeks the enclave with precious dimples in her darker skin. Her hand stretched out to take the large clump of fabric, daringly grazing the Princess’s skin.

“You’re a Princess of the realm. Everything here belongs to you.”

Biting the inside of her cheek, Jaehaera shook her head and back up to sit at the edge of the bed. “You cannot own people. No matter how hard men try.”

The brunette’s gaze left the cloak, returning to the royal before her— enriched in curiousity. Something Jaehaera could remember anywhere.

“I suppose you’re right, but you can own loyalty.”

Placing the cloak aside, the girl pulled a string close to the door— a chime erupting from the action. Her delicate hands reached for something resting on the dresser not too far from where Jaehaera sat. It was only until she heard a familiar snap and saw the shot of light come to life that she noticed the box of matches.

She was losing her senses too easy. Jaehaera knew her mind would be a relentless torture for the rest of the night, perhaps longer if it deemed necessary to punish her further— and no matter how hard she’d try to find a distraction in her family, her ploys, her training, nothing would do well.

Nothing ever did when it came to her… her beautiful flower.

“Jaehaera?” So close

When had she gotten so close? The girl was face to face with her now. Their noses would touch if one of them nudged barely an inch forward. From the look of her expression the girl was worried, eyebrow furrowed more than Jaehaera preferred. All it took for her reason and logic to fall from her grasp was the drop of a single hair in her face; the strand practically begged to be pushed back.

Somehow her actions were lost in time. Within an instant her skin was snug against Jaehaera’s and oh how soft it was. So soft. The way it molded to her fingertips was so heavenly, one might think it blasphemous. She could practically feel the warmth radiating off of her, and if she had dared to— the princess may have argued that the girl sitting on top of her mimicked the heat she only found from other dragons.

Maybe it was her? Or had their heat mingled? She couldn’t tell. For the third time in her life, Jaehaera was completely defenseless in mind and soul.

There’s no doubt if she wished, the trained girl could topple the other in seconds. But against every criticism floating through her mind, the Targaryen let her impulses take control.

Their breathing was heavy, hot, and the suspense could have driven any sane person mad. Both were intertwined; the girls legs on either side of Jaehaera’s, her hands hovering over the royal’s bare skin which peeked through her loose blouse— threatening to slip off her shoulder. Ghosting her fingers dangerously near the girls waist, Jaehaera swallowed before asking permission, her intense gaze never leaving those unique eyes she now craved on her always.

“Do I have your loyalty?”

Finally, the girl allowed her hands to caress Jaehaera’s skin, brushing the clothes still dirty of blood off her otherwise perfect skin under. Drawing close she let her hands wander as well as her words.

“You have the very breath I breathe,” she whispered with confidence. “If you wished me to stop, I’d heed your word. If you wished for me to tend to you, I would mend whatever harm you may face. If you told me to stay with you all night long—,” she exhaled shakily as the princess pressed a firm hand to her hip and another close to her neck— “I would not sleep until you bid me rest.”

The declaration made Jaehaera burn, thighs clinching from the euphoria flowing down her spine, while her head slowly dropped back. Her neck inviting whatever worship the girl wished to give. And that she did.

Lips and hands quickly made work, tugging on skin and clothes— holding to grow as close as possible. In a blink of time their clothes were thrown to the side, truly to never be seen again, and instead red and pink marks covered each of their skin. Soon Jaehaera held the girl she met not even an hour ago beneath her, ravaging her neck and every inch of her soft breast.

When she finally pulled away enough to admire her work, she took hold of the girls wrist and pushed them into the plush mattress. She wished to see all of her, and the girl would not deny Jaehaera.

“Tell me your name.” She ordered in a tone that would have made the girl’s knees weak and fall straight to the floor if she were standing.

A small whine left her lips, stopping her answer before it began, from the new pressure against her naked cunt. The anticipation forced her hips to move against Jaehaera’s hand, hoping to relieve tension building in the swell of her stomach. Losing herself in the circles she caressed into Jaehaera’s palm, leaving slick to pool against her fingers— threatening to slip inside her at any moment—

A swift slap to her desperate clit made her legs quiver and a cry leap from her mouth. “I asked you a question darling.”

Her whimpering became music to the dragon’s ears, urging her to torture the bud even more with the pad of her thumb and a scrape of her nail. She knew she shouldn’t have enjoyed it so much. The way the girl squirmed against her touch, trying to run only to be forced open by her lover’s thighs. She shouldn’t adore the purple spots appearing wherever she sunk her teeth into the girls plush flesh. It shouldn’t have made her feel this way. Euphoric, pleasured, and ravenous above all else.

But it did.

And she could help but wonder if this was how Daemon felt when he took a woman. If he felt desperate to fuck them until they were dumb to his very words let alone touch. If he were as rough, perhaps rougher with them. Did he leave evidence behind, or rather— did he feel the need to.

“Edeline!”

Her movements eased, turning gentle as a hum tickled Edeline’s neck from Jaehaera’s numerous, sweet kisses along her jaw.

The girl’s back was already arched so that her chest pressed tightly against the other, who’s hands, mouth, and very presence gave her ecstasy. Yet still, her lungs begged for more air to counter the fog breaching her head. Any longer and she might have lost herself completely.

But there was still time for that, Jaehaera thought.

Crooning lightly into the crook of her shoulder the princess pressed plush lips against the tattered skin— which was her doing. “Pledge to me,” she said in a melodic tone as she let her lover feverishly caress and tug at her limps. Pulling away the Targaryen looked directly at the quivering girl beneath her, eyes now aflame and golden in color. They stole yet another gasp of awe and fluttering touch of the flushed cheeks resting below.

“Pledge to me, and I’ll make sure you never need anything. That you will be cared for, and you’ll never need to work here ever again if you wished.”

Without hesitation Edeline replied, “I cannot pledge to you a second time, but you may take me wherever you see fit.”

Those were the binding words… a pact that would ruin them both in a many of ways. But for now, in this moment, it was only fuel for the fire erupting within the raven haired dragon. As she parted the girl once more, ready to devour every bit she was able.

*** meanwhile…

Pressed against the wall tight and unable to escape— if she wanted to at all— Rhaenyra’s breathing hallowed as her skirt raised and allowed Daemon to touch her as they pleased. One hand rested along hers against a the cold, stone wall which differed greatly from the heat between the two chaotic dragons. Both hungry for one another.

His other hand had made its way under her linen, tearing whatever underlining she had in frustration. He needed to feel her. To touch her. To have her begging him to stop because the pleasure was far too great, only to then whimper when he complied to her verbal wishes. He wanted her. In every aspect she was willing to give.

Rhaenyra choked on a sudden moan as her eyes rolled to the back of her skull from Daemon’s attention to detail. If she’s let her mind wander she may have grown jealous of the reason for his expertise of how to pleasure a woman, but his hands were working far too deliciously for her to think farther than the coil building in her core.

“Please please please Daemon,” she pleaded deliriously.

Scoffing to himself, bemused at her already desperate state, he leaned against her more— trapping her body further. “So greedy Nyra,” he tsked mockingly, “Only a few seconds of me touching you, and a proper whore you’ve become.”

“Daemon!”

“Alright, alright—,” he laughed before groaning from the slight release of her ass pressed tight against his growing problem. His hands made their way to his own waistline, ready to relieve them both from the impending wait. Such a long wait it has been.

He was almost there too, a moment away from mounting Rhaenyra against the wall, making her his finally— indefinitely. Even with hundred of other behind a single wall, doing the very same. Anyone could easily see them, but they were both too crazed to care and deep inside they like it. The rush of being caught exhilarated them.

But then he saw him. And her.

A guard from the palace, reminding him of the king. His brother.

And Jaehaera walking out of a doorway in only a large shirt to cover her brilliance, and not even the one she arrived in.

It took everything in Daemon to leave Rhaenyra there, but he did.

And he later grew to regret it.

***

“Princess..?”

“Sir Criston.”

“What are you doing in such a—,”

And chaos begun.