#it's about moving forward where you used to stand still and choosing to stay when it's easier to run away!!

[mobius-m-mobius]

-Julio Cortázar, from "Bolero" (trans. John Joseph Lyons)

Loki S2 Anniversary x Episode 2 - “Breaking Brad”

[genshin-scenarios]

A Leyline Incident (Wanderer x Reader)

Summary: A leyline mishap has transported you and Wanderer into his memories – aka back to when he was still Kabukimono.

This'll wear off in a few hours, but you don’t know how long you can last when Wanderer’s acting like this.

Established relationship/you’re already together. He’s just pushing your buttons as usual.

Content warnings: Rated teens and up!

Wordcount: 1100+

“Move to the side. Am I just supposed to sit on one inch of this chair?”

“What are you talking about?! I’m about to fall off here!” Your indignant whisper quickly turns into a strangled sound when Wanderer slots himself to your side, pushing his body against you.

There are countless more places he could sit, but of course he chooses the most inconvenient one to stay close to your side. After you’d been found together at the edge of the village, Wanderer had quickly introduced you as a traveler he befriended from his foraging trips.

Considering how even his clothes were transformed into the white and purple garb he used to wear, you were the only oddity in the situation. With a defeated sigh, you played along, letting Wanderer adopt the demeanor of his past self as he loops your elbows together, leading you into Tatarasuna.

But even if he was friendly as Kabukimono, wouldn’t the villagers still find it weird if he’s so attached to you?! Granted, the swordsmiths and workers milling about are fragments from his memories, but they’re still fully capable of interacting like normal.

Katsuragi turns to the both of you, handing Wanderer a bowl of soup. “Just let us know if your friend needs anything else. It wouldn’t do for us to count them out of dinner, after all.”

“Thanks, Katsuragi!” Wanderer switches his tone effortlessly, wearing a smile so innocent that your stomach turns in disbelief. “They’re a little tired, so I’ll show them to the guestroom later.”

The idea of being stuck in a room when Wanderer’s dressed and acting like this is enough to make you stand up, trying to escape despite how dark the sky is. “Actually, I feel fine. So maybe I can help with serving—”

“—But didn’t you say you’ve been traveling all day?” Wanderer interrupts. His brow furrows in worry, raising a spoonful of soup to you. “You should eat and rest. I’m sure the villagers won’t mind!”

“Any friend of Kabukimono’s is a friend of ours.” Katsuragi confirms. “It’s only a night’s stay, after all. If you’d still like to help out, we can discuss it in the morning.”

Worst of all is the expectant look on both of their faces as you sit, frozen, staring at Wanderer’s hand still offering to feed you.

There’s amusement glimmering in his eyes even as he retains that sweet smile. “The grannies are really good at cooking, so you should try some!”

You grit your teeth, mustering all the patience and peace in the world as you lean forward and take a bite. It’s surprisingly good, though that might have to do with Wanderer’s memory of the soup rather than anything you’re actually consuming.

After that, you manage to save your dignity a little by taking the bowl from him and finishing the rest yourself, just so you could excuse yourself and retreat away from the villagers. Wanderer brings you to one of said guestrooms, where you immediately round to berate him.

“Just because this is one of your memories doesn’t mean you can go ahead and—”

“Mess around?” He takes the words right out of your mouth, lips quirked with mirth. Here stands the Wanderer you know. But what you don’t expect is for him to drive the point forward, taking a slow step towards you with every sentence. “But don’t you find it endearing to see me acting like that? Wide-eyed, well-meaning… Willing to do anything for you with a smile?”

“The leyline must’ve dropped you on the head before we woke up here.” You panic, realizing that your back has just hit the wall. He’s too close, and the glint in his eyes spell nothing good for your wellbeing. “Heck, you could even be lying about your old personality, and I wouldn’t have a clue.”

“Hm. Regardless, I’ve gotten you into quite a spot.” Wanderer leans over you, and you think he’s about to kiss you for a second before he simply lingers there, giving you a smirk.

“You know what? We’re done.” You slide down to sit on the ground, trying to avoid his gaze because there’s no way you started leaning in and he had the audacity to tease you. Your deadpan is a giveaway that you’re simply flustered, covering your face with your eyes shut and words muffled. “I don’t know you anymore. Goodbye.”

“Well that’s rather hurtful.” He crouches so you’re at the same height, propping his chin atop his palm. “I was going to let you choose how I’d kiss you.”

You allow yourself to peek at him, curiosity winning over. “…In what way?”

“As in,” Wanderer leans closer, moving his hand to tug at the end of your shirt. “Would you like Kabukimono, lovesick as he asks if he can kiss you?”

He mimics the pose, face tilted just enough so that he’s the one peering up at you. An image of something desperate and hopeful flashes through your mind — wide eyes and pleading for you to melt and say yes.

“Or, maybe you want me to promise I’d never leave your side.” In a cheerful, exhilarating realization that he loved you. Exclaiming it with a laugh bubbling on his lips, knowing this emotion for the first time.

His hands shift to cup your face on both sides. As Wanderer shuts his eyes, they flutter open again with a different weight to his gaze; half-lidded, he’s close enough that your lips are brushing, but doesn’t quite press them into a kiss.

“Fast forward things a little, and it’d be like this.” He traces the shape of your cheekbone. “Maybe I wouldn’t ever want to let you go, and ask for your heart to be mine.”

He’d steal it from your chest, if he really had to. You’d believe it, in the current state he’s emulating – remembering the stories he told you about his past after disaster struck Tatarasuna. When he was lost to a color of the world that struck him cruelly, believing he’d been betrayed once again.

Your hands reach up to take Wanderer’s wrists gently, pulling him out of his stupor with your touch. As his eyes clear, he leans into the kiss you tilt your lips up for, letting you take the lead as he melts into you. It’s soft and sweet — a little reassurance in the way you wrap your arms around his neck, keeping him close even after you part.

“I’ll take any version you give me, though I prefer the usual Wanderer a little more.” You smile, earning a bemused huff.

“Because I’m already yours?” He guesses.

“Because you seem happier.” You correct. “Or at least, that’s what I assume, with your own fanclub at the Akademiya and all.”

“They’re ridiculous.” Wanderer says, gaze softening. “As are you.”

For loving him, he means. But that’s been an affliction you’ve had for a long time now, and you had no intention to stop.

“Maybe another kiss will knock some sense into me?”

“Hah. As if that’s worked before.”

[missmielyhoran]

Oreos and Pickles

in which you spent 2 years with Harry and a grocery store trip makes you realize it was all secondary...

[Warning- Just angst, fluff if you like close your eyes ig, pregnancy cravings, complicated feelings and a very awful grocery store trip]

A/N- Don't even ask me where these sad things even come from

Masterlist

*****

"Why do they have Oreos so far back?!" You whined as you walked down the lines and lines of grocery racks. Harry laughed beside you and slid one of his arms around your waist while other held onto the trolley.

"Why don't you stay here and choose which pickle you want, and I will be back with your oreos, okay?" Harry said, and you nodded quickly, ready to go home as quickly as you could. Harry gave you a kiss on the forehead and walked forward while you chose from the plathora of pickles.

This pregnancy has made you weird. You used to be one of those people who would make faces while seeing pregnant people eat weird things like cucumber and ice cream and now you're one of those people and your weird craving of the month has been oreos and pickles.

You sighed and took out two jars of lemon pickles and decided to just walk towards your boyfriend since he was taking ages to get a packet of oreos.

As Harry came into your view, so did someone else.

"So how have you been?" You heard them ask to your boyfriend who was picking on loose threads of his sweater, which was one of his nervous ticks.

You quickly moved towards him, thinking he might need comforting. Harry wasn't very talkative person even ordering his coffee gave him so much anxiety that he brought an overpriced coffee machine. So, you didn't think much of it.

"Hey babe, you found oreos?" you asked as you came to stand beside him. The person's eyes went from him to you, and it's then you realized that they both were wearing the same shocked nervous expression.

"Yeah- um here" He took the jars from your hands and put them in the trolley with oreos.

"Who's this?" You whisper asked, not wanting to be rude if this was someone you already knew. It was hard for you to remember people, especially their names. That's why you and Harry fit so perfectly, he would remember people for you while you talked wherever he couldn't.

A perfect team as he called it.

"Hi I'm Allison" She put forward her hand to shake and you took it shaking it happily.

"She" He cleared his throat, "She's my ex wife" He said the last part almost in whisper. You eyes widened but you quickly got your shit together.

"Oh it's so nice to meet you, I'm Y/N" You introduced yourself. Harry never talked about his ex wife, you knew he was divorced and very much depressed considering you two met at the same therapist office when the receptionist accidentally appointed both of you at the same time.

Anytime you would ask, a certain sadness would cloud over his eyes, and his face would morph into a frown, so you stopped asking. If he wanted, he would tell you at his own pace.

The two of them kept staring at each other, not saying a word, and you felt a bit uncomfortable. It might have been your pregnancy hormones you didn't know, but an unknown deep pit sat in your heart.

"I will get some more things over there" You said quickly walking over to the other side still in earshot before Harry could say anything.

You winced as your sore feet ached more from walking.

You just wanted to go home.

"How have things been?" Allison asked but your back was turned so you couldn't see Harry's reaction.

"Good ya really good" He replied and you felt a relief. Why? You didn't know. You trusted Harry he would never break your trust.

"That's good to hear Harry" She replied and from her tone you guessed she was smiling maybe not really but a smile indeed.

"What about you? When did you move here?" He asked and that's when you turned not fully but enough you could look at him sideways.

They were still in their own bubble, eyes locked but neither of them were in present you saw the longing in them, maybe in both of them but you could only speak of Harry's.

You had never felt so out of place near your own boyfriend. For a second, it felt like you didn't belong here like you had separated two lovers, but you did neither of those things. You weren't some other woman who stole someone else's man, but why did it feel like you were?

"I'm just here for a work meeting. It went well so" You heard her speak signaling to the wine in her trolley.

"That's great. Congratulations" Harry said, you picked out more things from the racks you didn't need but you would rather walk home than go in between that awkward conversation.

But you had to cause now your hands were full. You sighed and started walking back, Harry gave you the gentle smile he always give when you wince while the woman's eyes followed your every move.

You stood beside Harry again and saw her eyes flick down to your grocery trolley when Harry put down the stuff you brought over.

"Pickles and Oreos? You hate both of those things" she said with a small chuckle.

"It's for her not me" Harry just gave her a small smile while you shifted your weight on your feet.

You wanted to go home.

It might have been your dramatic brain but you saw the moment realization hit her. When her brain put the two and two together, her eyes flicked towards you and then towards Harry.

"Oh, Congratulations!" She said with choked words but you knew she was forcing it. You gave her a smile and looked at Harry who opened his mouth and then closed it as if he was about to speak.

Like he had an explanation. An excuse.

"I will go to counter for billing" You said a little bit snappy which you didn't mean but he hurt. The pregnancy wasn't planned but what was he about to say? Why he looked like he wanted to explain it to her?

Harry hesitate a bit, you saw it how his legs froze for a second and now they looked like they both wanted to stay there but you didn't.

You had no hard feelings towards her, but you did feel it was wrong. Like this whole meeting of the grocery store was wrong, a glitch in matrix that wasn't supposed to happen.

But no matter what was wrong and what was right, you knew one thing loud and clear.

Harry will never love you like he loved her.

*****

Harry's Pov

it was in my drafts, so I posted it cause I haven't posted in very long.

I've almost settled in my room, but still, it's new, and I have so many classes. I hope you guys understand that I can't update very much. I will update the stages of grief, and I'm so so sorry it's delaying sm.

I love you hope you understand<3

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[a-writer-on-elm-street]

hello :3 i was wondering if i could request a lil fic with either daryl dixon or thomas hewitt about a hyper-feminine, juicy couture and lip gloss wearing, victoria secret perfume having, reader? maybe where the family is judgemental over the reader for their looks, but one of the boys stands up for the reader? (maybe end with them showing much they like how the reader dresses ¬‿¬)

and sorry if this is incoherent my ambien kickin in lolz

a/n: omg this is such a good idea. thank you so much for the request i hope you like it! <3 also i apologise for it taking so long

also, i'm not sure how in character any of this is because it's been a while since i watched any of the tcm movies so i hope this is okay <3

pairing: thomas hewitt x fem!reader

warnings: hoyt, fluff (neither of which are directly related)

word count: 659

You were wearing a yellow sundress you'd found a while back, glittery lip gloss coating your lips. You felt pretty, until you'd walked down the stairs to find Hoyt in the armchair, a snide look on his face as he looked you up and down.

"The fuck are you all dressed up for?" He scoffed, picking at the already broken leather of the chair, a bone chewed between his teeth.

You shrugged. "Nothin' wrong with wantin' to look nice from time to time."

You'd been with the Hewitts for a long time, ever since Thomas had taken a liking to you years ago. You were used to putting up with Hoyt's shit by now, choosing to simply shrug off his mocking comments and wildly inappropriate humour. He was an asshole, you knew that.

You were just here for Thomas.

Hoyt laughed, waving a hand at you. "You know there ain't nobody gonna fuck you just 'cuz you're all dressed up in some fancy fuckin' frock."

You folded your arms across your chest, glaring at him. Again, he was an asshole. And as much as you wanted to put a knife through the bastard's eye socket, he was still family.

"You think Tommy's gonna fuck you? Is that it?" He carried on, sitting forward in the chair now. "Hey, Tommy! Come on in here, boy!"

It was silent for a moment, and then you heard heavy footsteps thudding against wood, Thomas walking in from the kitchen.

Hoyt smirked, pointing a finger in your direction. "Look at your little lady friend over there. Ain't she pretty? Huh, boy?"

Thomas stayed silent, watching you from across the room.

"So?" Hoyt carried on, turning to look at Thomas. "You wanna fuck this bitch?"

You were about to say something, cuss him out, except Thomas moved first, crossing the room in seconds, forcefully pushing a large palm into Hoyt's chest. The chair rocked backwards when Hoyt's back hit the leather, Thomas towering over him, silently threatening.

You didn't know what to do as you stood there, your dress still floating around your ankles, hair standing up on your arms.

You half expected Hoyt to fight back, scold him in angry retaliation, but when Thomas withdrew his hand, Hoyt remained where he was, glaring up at Thomas.

And Thomas didn't say anything as he turned and walked towards you, roughly gripping your hand in his and leading you down to his room.

You remained silent as he stood with his back to you a moment, his shoulders gently rising and falling from taking steady breaths.

He'd stood up for you, fought back against his family in your defense. It made you giddy just thinking about it. You took a few steps towards him, cautiously brushing your fingers down his back.

He tensed under your touch, and when he turned around, you could see the reserved look behind his eyes, like he was unsure of what to do next. So you stood there, completely still, allowing Thomas to do as he pleased in his own time.

You inhaled a shaky breath when he reached a hand out towards you, dragging his fingers up your body, stopping when he reached the curve of your breast, a quiet sigh leaving his lips as he took you in.

"Thomas," you whispered, your eyes fluttering shut as he moved his hand up to your collarbone, fingers curling around the back of your neck, tugging you closer.

He trailed up to touch your face, stroking his palm along your cheek, all the while you remained completely still, letting him do what he wanted.

No words would ever pass his lips, but as he touched you like this, you knew. You knew that he was admiring you, revelling in your body being this close, taking in the feel of your warm skin beneath his hands.

"Thank you for taking care of me," you spoke quietly, a smile pulling at your lips. "Thank you."

[Main Masterlist]

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

*TW*

Hello!!! I absolutely love platonic yanderes with teenage reader so can I ask for a fic where the teen!reader is basically a traumatized being. They have experienced hell throughout their life from mental abuse to physical abuse. Like I mean, they have gotten in many dangerous situations which ended up with police involved (kidnapped, assaulted, murder attempt). Ofc the reader never really did anything wrong, they were just an innocent child till everything went downhill. They don't have any family members left leading them to stay at an orphanage. Anddd you could say the orphanage people aren't the nicest. And their mental health has become so fucked up that they had attempted suicide.

You don't have to do this if ur uncomfortable ofc. Sorry about how triggering the request might be

On the roof

Self-Aware! Platonic! BSD Cast x GN! Teen! Traumatized! Reader

Description: You are on the rooftop in the middle of the night.

Trigger warning: Suicide attempt. Abuse. Child abuse. Kidnapping. Assault. Attempted murder.

List of Suicide hotline numbers can be found here and here.

Warning: One swear word. English is my second language.

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You silently opened the door, that leads to the roof of an orphanage. With your phone in hand, you take a few steps forward.

The door closed behind you.

You just stand here. You were silent.

You were here. You wanted to end this.

You sighed and looked around.

Should you just... Go to the edge and jump? It's not like someone would care about you.

You didn't bother with the last note.

No one would care about the reason.

You will simply become a name in documents.

You just wanted to be heard.

You mindlessly looked at your phone.

Should you take it with you?

Or left it here, so someone else would use it?

Your gaze stopped at the "BSD Mayoi Inu Kaikitan" icon. Will the new owner delete it? Or will continue your progress?

You tapped on the icon. You didn't leave a note.

Yet, you "talked" to BSD Characters so often, that it seems right, to let them hear your last words.

Your reasons.

You opened the Main Menu and choose 'Meeting Hall' option.

The picture of ADA Office appeared. And Chibis of all BSD Characters appeared.

This new option was cute. You liked petting chibis.

All chibis 'looked' at you.

And you finally spoke.

"Mom was strange..."

________

Your mom was strange.

She smelled funny. Like water everyone told you not to drink.

Sometimes, she stared at you. Stared for a long time.

And there were rules.

1. Don't cry.

2. Don't annoy mom.

3. You eat last.

4. If you stayed past curfew, you will sleep outside.

5. Don't tell anyone about your home life.

At least, she let you play outside as much as you want. Mom liked, when you were away from home.

*******

You were five, when you got kidnapped.

That night, you wake up to get some water.

Mom saw you.

In her eyes, you broke a rule.

You were sleeping outside.

One moment you were trying to get comfortable under the porch.

Next moment a man in a mask was dragging you in a van.

Three days.

You were in a dark, scary place for three days.

On a third day you heard two men talking.

"What do you mean, that mother didn't realize, that kid were missing?!"

_____

"Still... Mom paid the ransom. Kidnappers left me. It takes three more days for police to find me..."

____

You were standing near a police officer. And your mom finally arrived to the police station to collect you.

You walked to her, your head was low.

She hit you.

You screamed.

You collapsed on the floor, and your mother bent over you. She hissed and pushed you in the side with her feet.

"Are you satisfied, brat? Get up and go pack your belongings, we’re moving to a shed."

"You should treat your kid more kindly..." the officer grumbled. Your mother squealed.

"Kindly?! This brat had ruined my whole life!” Your mom was mad. She screamed like a fury, jumped in place and gave cowering you blow after blow. You didn’t try to dodge. You just trembled, curled up into a ball.

"Hubby ran away as soon as he gets it inside me! But dear relatives didn’t let me throw it away. They didn’t let me give it to an orphanage! They said that I need to raise this child! They stood up for a little bastard! But now, when I need to pay debt, they are nowhere to be found! They say I play cards too much! I'm just unlucky! Things are not going my way! The house is mortgaged! I poured all my savings into the last card game and won! I would pay off all my debts! And because of this thing, I now have to live in a shed! What will I tell my family now?! What will others say about me?!"

Officer heard enough.

The CPS were called.

_______

"... They were trying to find my father... Until then, grandmother and grandfather agreed to took me in..."

_______

You were six.

Your grandfather sat on the opposite side of the table.

Your textbook and notebook were laying on the table before you.

And your grandfather was talking.

"I finished checking your homework. As I expected, you are a little idiot. A stupid, worthless waste of space. You have made few stupid mistakes. You wrote numbers in a wrong order.

Grandfather opened your notebook. A red paste was covering the page.

2 + 1 = 3 1 + 2 = 3

3 + 1 = 4. 1 + 3 = 4

"So..." Grandfather take a ruler.

"Give me your hand. It will be ten hits for every wrong number."

________

"...it took two year to find my father. He had a family. And I... I was a child from affair. They never let me live it down... For years"

_______

You were nine.

The blow, when it came, took all of your air out of your lungs. You would have fallen if not for your two... "siblings" holding you.

"It feels good, giving a good beating to a dirtbag, right?"

The next hit was in your left eye. You managed to close it in time.

But it will be swollen.

You felt hot breath on your face.

"Your hair is too good for a bastard child."

Your sister brought the scissors up to your hair.

Snip, snip, snip. Cutting right alongside the scalp, sending your hair like leaves swirling to the ground.

Then scissors were plunged into your stomach.

"Die, child of a dirty whore."

______

"...Police was called. They were arrested. But I remained with father and his wife..."

_____

You were twelve.

You were going food shopping. Big bags were heavy, you were tried.

You still need to clean up the house and make dinner.

When you were attacked, because someone tied to rob you, you didn't even care.

You only knew, that, you will be beaten again for being late. And for losing food.

You were long past gone. There were no point in carrying about yourself.

~~~~~~

You were thirteen.

Your father, his wife and you were going to the funeral.

Your father's uncle died.

Now he only has his wife and kids. And you.

He noticed your gaze in a reflection.

He yelled at you for staring.

And he crashed.

You spent three hours in a broken car.

You were the only survivor.

_______

"... I was sent to an orphanage. I am too old to have any chance to be adopted. And I wasn't the only one, who had no chance to have a family..."

______

You tasted dirt and blood. An old rug was thrown over your head, to make it harder for you to fight back.

Someone pressed a knee on the back of your neck and held your face against the ground.

A kick in the side made you roll on your back.

Another person began to push down on your neck with an arm.

You began to struggle, thrashing about with your legs and beating them against the floor, but it was no good.

There were other kids around—at least a dozen of them. One of them would do something. One of them was sure to see that things were taking too far. Your vision began to go fuzzy.

Caretakers saved you only because the noise didn't let them watch TV.

________

"I couldn't take it anymore. I... thank you... Thank you for making me happy... For being the only happy thing in my life."

You finished talking and put your phone on the ground. You stand up and walked towards the edge.

You heard a loud noise. You turned around.

BSD Characters were standing behind you. Real.

And you were still standing near the edge. You were silent. Nikolai lift his overcoat and put his hand into the portal.

His head reappeared near you. You jumped away. Now you were even closer to the edge.

"No... I... I don't want to... Don't come closer..." whispered you. You took another step. You were almost here.

"[Y/N], if you go back, I will give you a hug!"

You froze and turned around.

Kenji Miyazawa made a step forward. He opened his arms, offering a hug.

"I promise, I will give you a hug. Come here... You really need a hug."

You trembled. You moved towards Kenji.

Step. After step. After step.

Kenji was standing here. Offering a hug.

You launched yourself forward, wrapping your arms around Kenji. He immediately hugged you back.

You cried. For the first time in years.

In a few minutes, you were in a middle of a large group hug.

________

You are fifteen.

You are living with your family.

You still have a long path to recovery.

And you are not alone.

BSD Cast will stay with you.

And will make sure, that you will never be hurt again.

[smileyallthetime77]

What do you think about a Reader who is an alien, who looks like a human except they are stronger and have more stamina than humans, but nothing else? It's up to you whether you choose Batfam or Superfam

Reader's spaceship was on its way back to its home planet but was unfortunately damaged by a solar storm while passing by Earth. They were forced to make an emergency landing. Reader's appearance is quite childish. Next to Reader is a robot that can turn invisible and fight, as well as transform into a motorbike to help them travel on any terrain, even in the air. They are a programmer, hacker and gamer.

Possibly Yandere!Batfam x Fem!Alien!Reader

Words: 3,558

Characters: 19,347

Warnings: Death, Cuts, and a bit of kidnapping.

The clicking sound of buttons disrupted you from your thoughts. You turned your head back to see why it was doing that. Core was staring at the ceiling messing around with them. Core was your robot. It wasn’t real so you didn’t feel the need to give its name much thought.

The only reason you had come to earth was for some stupid school project. The teacher instructed you to retrieve an object, figure out its use, and when you arrived back, explain to your peers what it was used for.

When you first arrived on earth your object was called a “key”. With your very short trip, you had figured out it was used to unlock things. Doors, cars, etc. What you didn’t know was that taking keys from someone’s house was not ‘okay’. You had barely made it back to your ship with men in blue uniforms chasing after you.

Once back on your ship and ready to return home you had noticed little specks flying towards your ship.

Your ship’s proximity alarm began to blare as the specks neared your ship.

The specks made dents in your ship and you knew you couldn’t move around them.

It was time to make a choice: stay and wait to see what the specks were or get moving. You chose the latter option and took your ship into hyper-speed, but the specks kept up with you.

As much as you hated Earth, it wasn’t worth your life to risk being killed in space.

You prepared for an emergency landing on an abandoned piece of land. Your ship came crashing down through the forest and rolled to a stop. Once the smoke cleared up, you could see everything in the area was dark except for the small fires caused by your ship’s crash.

The last little blip you heard from the navigator on your ship was, “Landed. Gotham, New Jersey, United States of America”.

You grabbed the key and any of your belongings and climbed out of your ship. Your ship might not have been fully damaged but it was enough for the engines to shut down.

You crawled out of the ship trying your best not to place any weight on any glass. You managed to avoid a few pieces but you still had some cuts and bruises on your arm and legs.

You got off the ship and stood up trying to assess your surroundings in the darkness. The only thing you could see was the small fires from where your ship crashed.

You saw Core standing out of the ship.

He was standing up not too far, and surprisingly still in perfect condition. He started to scan the area. He then turned his head from side to side before finally making eye contact with you.

“Core, come on”.

Core slowly took steps towards you, but stopped halfway. He turned his head again to scan the area once more.

He seemed to be looking at something, but from where you were standing, you couldn’t see a thing.

“Core, I said let’s go”.

He turned to look at you and then back into the trees, but remained in the same spot. It was like he was waiting for something or for something to happen.

“Core-“.

He was still staring out in the trees and you were growing impatient. You took a step forward but stopped when you heard a rustle in the trees.

A wolf knocked Core down, but it immediately fought back against the beast. They scrapped around and you could hear the sounds of crashing through the forest and Core’s robotic grunts.

Core managed to scare the wolf away, but it remained slumped against a tree smoking and sparking. It looked to be on the verge of breaking down completely. The lights in its eyes dimmed as he lay motionless on the ground.

Your robot was down for good. All that was left was the sound of the crackling fire.

You knew you couldn’t restore him. You departed from the ship and the remains of Core.

You left your ship behind and began walking in a random direction hoping you’d eventually find some civilization.

You walked quietly, hoping not to attract the attention of more wildlife. The silence was deafening while the darkness surrounded you.

You kept walking until you began to hear a sound in the distance. It was a soft humming noise at first and then it soon grew louder.

It sounded like an engine, which meant people. You picked up the pace, rushing closer to the sound hoping it was someone who could help.

The further you walked ahead, the more noise you heard. The humming noise didn’t stop, but you were hearing faint voices as well.

You quickly rushed over to where the sound was coming from and found cars going by.

You had reached the end of the woods and entered into a road. You could see what looked like bright lights coming from the distance. The trees of the forest blocked the view but you could see multiple cars driving past.

You quickly sprinted to the road. After looking both ways you quickly sprinted across the street. There, were humongous buildings.

You reached the other side of the road and could now see just how big the buildings were. These types of buildings weren't as common on your planet. All of them lit up with bright lights, and there were more people there than you expected to see.

Your presence did seem to catch some people's attention as you got a few weird looks from strangers. Some people stopped and stared while others just continued to walk past, minding their own business.

Eventually, you stopped one of them.

You stopped a man who was passing by. He had been on his phone before you stopped him, but his eyes were now on you.

“Do you know where I can find medical stuff?”.

The man was confused by the question but took a moment to think before answering, “Uh, you can find some around the next block. There's a pharmacy down the street.”

“Thank you”, you said before quickly walking off to the ‘Pharmacy’.

The man continued on his way while you started walking towards the pharmacy. It didn't take long to reach your destination as you could see the sign from afar.

It was a small building compared to others around it, but there were still quite a few people entering and exiting the place.

As you got closer to the building, you saw a man walk out carrying two bags full of stuff.

You walked into the building and went up to a desk where an old woman was working.

The old woman looked up from her computer and greeted you, “Hello, how can I help you?”

“Where can I get some bandages?”

The woman pointed towards an aisle, “You can find some bandages right down that aisle there.”

“Thank you”, you said trotting over.

You went down the aisle and picked up a large roll of bandages, a box of gauze, antibiotic ointment, scissors, and a few other first aid supplies.

You shoved them all in your hand and then walked out of the store.

No one seemed to notice that you were stealing things, even the old woman at the front desk who helped you didn’t notice. You managed to leave the store without paying.

You walked out of the ‘Pharmacy’ without getting caught and looked around at the people passing by on the street. It seems like you were blending in quite well, so you continued to stand near the building trying to figure out what to do next.

You sat down on the ground and began organizing everything you took from the pharmacy. There was a large pack of bandages, a roll of gauze, a bottle of hydrogen peroxide, scissors, and antibiotic ointment.

Suddenly a loud thud came from beside you. You jolted and looked up to see a figure in all black standing less than a meter away from you. It looked like a man, all dressed in black armor and a cape.

You began to rap your arm, “Can I help you?”

The man stared down at you, with a cold look before finally replying, “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?”

The man tilted his head as if he was analyzing your movements. Then, he spoke again, “Stealing.”

You had heard that word before. When you got the keys from that house! “Well, it’s not like I can bleed out. It’s for a good cause”.

The man raised an eyebrow, “What good cause is there for stealing medical supplies?”

“Not dying”.

The man didn’t respond. He just stood there with a neutral expression on his face like he was deep in thought processing what you just told him.

He looked you up and down before eventually speaking again, “Why are you so banged up? Did you get into a fight?”

“No”.

The man gave you a skeptical look, “If you didn’t get into a fight, how did you get all those cuts and bruises?”

“I fell”.

“And where exactly did you fall from?” The man questioned, his eyes still analyzing your every movement.

“A tree”.

The man’s expression changed like he was now confused, “A tree?”

“Yeah”.

The man still seemed unconvinced and took another look at you, “Why were you climbing a tree to begin with?”

“I was helping a cat”.

The man narrowed his eyes like he didn’t believe you. He didn’t seem like an untrustworthy kind of person, but you could tell that he was suspicious of you.

He took another glance over you, observing your appearance before asking, “What’s your name?”

“Y/n”.

The man was now taking a look at the things you laid on the ground, “So Y/n, you need bandages for all those cuts?”

“Yeah”.

He knelt beside you but still kept a distance between you two. He examined the scratches on your arms, “The cuts don’t look too bad, but they are pretty deep. Have you had them treated yet?”

“I’m trying to”.

“You don’t have someone else to help you?” The man inquired, still studying the scratches on your arms.

“No”.

The man’s expression didn’t change, but he had a look of slight concern. He then let out a sigh, “Here, let me help you.”

The man shuffled closer to you and began unraveling the roll of gauze, “Hand me your arm, and keep it still.”

You slowly extended your arm to the man, keeping it as steady as possible. The man started to wrap the gauze around your arm, careful not to apply too much pressure.

“Is it too tight?” The man asked, continuing to slowly wrap the gauze around your arm.

“No”.

“Good”, he replied as he finished wrapping the bandage around your arm before securing it in place. He then reached for the pack of bandages and started to tear one open, “Give me your other arm.”

You lifted your other arm and held it out to him. The man slowly wrapped another bandage around your other arm, his hands moving quickly and precisely like a professional who had done this many times before.

“There, that’s done”, he said as he secured the bandage in place. He then took a look at your legs, “You have any cuts on your legs?”

“A few”, you said rolling up your pant leg.

The man glanced down at your legs where the cuts were. He grabbed another roll of bandages and said, “Lift your leg for me.”

The man glanced down at your legs where the cuts were. He grabbed another roll of bandages and said, “Lift your leg for me.”

You lifted your leg and held it in place. The man began to tightly wrap the bandage around your leg, making sure it wasn’t too tight but tight enough to stop the bleeding.

He secured the bandage and then said, “Can you lift your other leg?”

You lifted your other leg so that he could wrap it with another bandage. The man followed the same procedure as the last time to make sure the bandage was secure but not too tight.

“Alright, all finished”, he said as he secured the last bandage on your leg. He leaned back and examined his work before looking at you, “That should do it.”

He studied your face for a moment, “You sure you didn’t get into a fight? You’ve got a pretty nasty cut on your cheek.”

“The ground's fault”, you shrugged.

The man’s expression showed that he was slightly amused by your answer, “Looks like the ground hates you then. It left quite the cut.”

“Why don’t you come back with me? I have some food and I can locate your family after”, he suggested.

You sat quietly for a moment, contemplating his offer. You hadn’t planned on staying anywhere, but you could use some food. You were hungry.

“Why not?”, you said standing up.

The man stood up as well and took a good look at you. He then nodded and started walking away from your spot. He stopped and looked over his shoulder gesturing for you to follow him.

“Come on then.”

You followed him as he led you out of the alley. There were still a few people walking by and it was getting darker as the sun started to set. They all gave the two of you confused looks.

Eventually, you both reached a car.

The man approached the passenger door and opened it for you, “Get in.”

You obeyed his order and climbed into the passenger seat. The man closed the door walked around to the other side of the car and climbed into the driver’s seat.

He started the car and began driving away from the area you were in before. The ride was mostly silent, you could tell he wanted to ask a question but for some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to speak.

The man parked the car in front of a gigantic house and turned off the engine. He quickly got out of the car and then came over to the passenger side and opened your door, “Here we are”.

You were in awe when you saw the house and the size of it. You also notice that no other houses were near this one, it was the only one that stood in the area.

The man shut the car door and started leading you towards the house. Upon reaching the door, the man pulled out a key and unlocked it. He pushed open the door, holding it open for you to enter.

The inside of the house was just as big as the outside. It was well-furnished with expensive-looking furniture and decorations. The man closed the door behind you.

A butler met you at the door. He had a pair of white clothes in his hand and handed them to you.

The butler was a well-dressed middle-aged man with a professional aura about him. He didn’t seem fazed by your appearance even though you looked a mess. The butler spoke with a serious tone as he extended the clothes towards you, “Please put these on.”

“Where can I change?”, you questioned him.

The butler gestured towards a door down a hallway, “You can change in the bathroom just down that hall.”

You took the clothes from the butler and made your way to the bathroom. Once in the bathroom, you change out of your old dirty clothes into new ones. It was quite nice, the clothes were soft and comfortable.

You looked down at the clothes and noticed how simple it was. Just a plain white shirt and pants. No colors or designs at all. It may not have looked interesting, but it was comfortable to wear.

You walked out of the bathroom and the man, who was now out of his cape thingy led you to a dining room where ten people were already sitting. Plus the butler in the kitchen.

You followed the man through the house and into the dining room where the others were. There were eleven people seated at the table, each one dressed nicely and looking important. There was also the butler in the kitchen, quietly observing the group.

The man guided you over to an empty seat towards the end of the table and pulled out the chair for you. You sat down and looked at the people surrounding you. All of their eyes were on you, looking at you up and down. They studied your appearance as if they were analyzing every detail about you.

One of the men sitting across from you leaned forward and spoke, his eyes still studying you, “Who exactly is our guest?”

“Y/n”, you answered.

The man raised an eyebrow and nodded his head, “I’m Dick. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

He went around in a circle, “Well this is Kori, my girlfriend”, he pointed to everyone after that, “Jason, Tim, Steph, Duke, Barbara, Cass, Kate, and Damian. This is Bruce”, he said mentioning to the guy who was previously in the cape suit.

Everyone at the table looked at you with a mix of interest and curiosity, especially Damian who had a neutral expression on his face.

Bruce was sitting at the end of the table, silently observing you. He seemed to be deep in thought, almost as if he was analyzing your every move.

Kori, the girl with the red hair, eyes are a little bit.

Kori had a soft smile on her face as she glanced over at you, her eyes seemed to be studying your appearance. She didn't say anything at first, but her eyes were fixed on you as if she was trying to figure something out.

She then whispered something to Dick who whispered it to Damian. Damian kept a neutral face as he spoke to Bruce, “Kori la connaît. Elle est à peu près sûre qu'elle vient d'une planète qui a envahi les autres. Elle pense qu'il est préférable que nous la gardens dans la salle disablement” (Please don’t look up the French translation until after that story :))

Bruce's expression changed as he listened to Damian's whispers. He looked at you for a moment, studying your appearance and behavior, then turned his gaze to Kori.

"Are you sure?", He asked Kori.

Kori had nodded.

Bruce looked back at you again, his expression serious. He seemed to be deep in thought, weighing the decision in his head.

He spoke again, his tone firm, "After you finish eating, Kori is going to show you something".

The table was quiet after Bruce spoke. No one said anything, everyone was just looking at you. You could feel the tension in the air, the others at the table were anticipating your reaction.

“Okay”, you said taking a bite of the solid food on your plate.

Everyone continued to eat their food in silence. The only sounds were the clanking of silverware against plates and the soft murmurs and whispers between the group.

Some were sneaking glances at you while trying to act nonchalant, a few were paying close attention to your every move.

You continued to eat your meal, feeling the weight of their gazes on you. It made you a little uncomfortable, but you tried to ignore it and focus on your food.

After a few minutes, Kori spoke up, "I'm finished. Can I show her that thing now?"

Almost immediately, all eyes turned to Kori, and then to you. Bruce nodded his head, "Yes, you can."

Kori stood up from her seat and gestured for you to follow her. You got up and followed her out of the dining room and into a different part of the house.

As you walked, Kori looked back at you and spoke in a soft tone, "We're going down to the basement."

The basement? Your curiosity peaked as Kori led you further through the house. You wondered what could be in the basement that Kori wanted to show you.

The walk to the basement was silent, neither one of you spoke. You just heard the sound of footsteps echoing off the walls of the house. A few minutes later, you both stopped at a large door.

Kori turned around and looked at you, "We're here."

You looked at the door and wondered what could be on the other side. What was Kori so eager to show you? She placed her hand on the handle and pushed the door open, revealing what was inside.

Nothing. 

It was blank. Just white, white, and more white.

You were quite surprised to find that the basement was empty. The walls, ceiling, and floor were completely white, giving the room a sterile, almost clinical look. There were no windows, just white light coming from the ceiling.

You felt a hard shove on your back, and you fell into the room with a ‘clunk’.

You had heard the unmistakable sound of the door closing and locking behind you.

“You’ll understand soon”, Kori said before you heard her steps slowly fade away.

You slowly turned your head and saw a tiny camera in the top right corner of the room. A little part of it was blinking red.

Something was watching you.

(Thank you for the request 😘)

[mssonepiece]

Pirate Rubber Ducks

Proof read and edited

Monkey D. Luffy x Reader smut

You may love everything about Luffy, but the rest of the crew certainly has their complaints about the captain.. Especially Nami. She has to beg you to make Luffy take a bath when he just doesn’t feel like doing it for a while(which happens to be weeks or even months at a time).

18+ under the cut.

Day 1

Getting Luffy to shower or bathe was pretty hard, but he’s just finished his last weekly shower of this month. Sanji had to sacrifice his usual afternoon activities with cooking an unusually large feast for when Luffy was done his shower. Of course I had to stay in the bathroom with him and guide him through the steps of cleaning himself, like every other time. But it was worth it for him to be clean after. Now I can sleep peacefully for a while without worrying about complaints from the more hygienic crew mates.

Day 7

Its been a boring week on the ship, theres been no island sightings yet, this can be a good an bad thing. When the crew is off the ship on an island we use less water, when everyones on the ship for so long the water filter slows down. Luckily Franky always gets it working again within the day. But this does lead to less showers being taken when we are traveling at sea since everyone must switch off days.

Day 10

I took a shower this morning and usually I like for Luffy to shower with me so we are both clean, but he's been running around the ship all day avoiding me since I woke up this morning and told him I was going to get ready for a shower. So I got the idea on the last island in some shop that maybe Luffy would like some toys for bath time and maybe that would make him want to bathe more. He’s never really been fond of showers, just comparing it to the rain and saying he doesn’t need to shower since he did in the rain.. Nami does not like when I relay this back to her.

So when we were on that island I went to the shop and it had the perfect bath toys, I took the time to look around carefully for items I knew Luffy would think were cool and entertaining. I found a yellow rubber duck with an eye patch to make it look like a pirate. It was perfect for him. I also found some bubbles and a few other colored ducks, one red and one blue. I haven’t shown him yet but I’ve been sure all day that Nami would come to ask me to get Luffy in the bath. I sigh in response and stand from where I was seated on the deck to look around for Luffy.

He was in the mens bunk room with Ussop and Chopper. “Hey Luffy,” Luffy turns his head at the sound of my voice behind him. “sorry to bother your guys game like usual but Luffy.. I got something for you” I would love to join their card game but hopefully they’ll still be playing when me and Luffy come back.

“What is it?” He hasn’t got up yet, still choosing to sit on the ground and look up at me. Ussop and Chopper already know that it’s time for Luffy to get clean and start to ushering Luffy to go with me. “Alright.” He says with a laugh as he finally stands up and follows behind me out of the mens bunk room. “what’s up” He hugs me from behind, I got a feeling he already knows what's up and wants to distract me.

“I got you a little friend for the bath.” I move my feet forward, half to try to get him to let go and half to just get him to move with me.

“is it you?” he laughs in my ear.

“no,” I join him but I’m not gonna let him charm his way out of this. “its not me. come see, I already got it all ready for you baby.” maybe some baby treatment will make him want to listen to me… I mean I did buy him a bunch of bath toy in order for him to take interest in getting clean. He might as well be a big baby sometimes.

“I think I’d rather take a bath with you babe.” He squeezes me a little tighter as I start to make some leeway.

"Yeah? I think you'll like this too Lu, just come." I put my arms on top his trying to pull them away. Luffy groans and slides back, keeping his hands on my hips.

"What is it?" He pulls my back against his chest and looks at me over my shoulder. I smile back at him and he returns the favor as always. "huh"

"Come." He finally lets me pull his arms and bring him to the bathroom. On the way he's sulking trying to make me change my mind but once we enter the room and he sees the bubbles and the rubber ducks floating around he's much happier.

"Are those rubber duckies?!" He shouts excitedly so I guess I've finally found a way to get him in the bath. "So cool! There's so many bubbles y/n" I can't help but laugh at his cute face getting all excited by a few bath toys and bubbles. "come on, take your clothes off.." Funny enough it's like every time Luffy acts like a cute child it's followed by acts of lust. He gives out very wholesome love I guess. So wholesome that sometimes I can't even tell when he's in the mood.

"what?"

"You heard me y/n." He's already removed his shirt and working on his shorts and boxers. I didn't really plan on joining him because I already took a shower this morning and he knows that but obviously he doesn't care. I must have been standing really still because Luffy came up to me and started pulling on my shirt after he was fully undressed. "Why aren't you moving."

"I don't know. Why don't you get in the bath?" He laughs at me but takes my hand and pulls me towards the bath, trying to get me in with my clothes still on. "WAIT! LUFFY NO!" He stops pulling and laughs so hard he has to grab onto me for support. Thank god he didn't pull me in the tub. He just slowly starts lifting my shirt from the back with a smile. "I already showered this morning. You were supposed to come with me and this would have already been done if you just listened Luffy."

"Soo?" Luffy pulls my shirt fully off now and moves to my pants. He leans into my neck and starts leaving rough kisses as he tries to pull my pants down for me. "you'll be extra clean." He bites my neck making me press my body into him then he laughs, knelling in order to remove all clothes from my bottom half. He's smiling as he stands back up of course and picks me up, dropping me in the tub. Luckily it's a pretty deep tub but my knees still hit the bottom of it hard.

"OW! Luffy.." He climbs in next to me and pulls me right on top of his lap facing away from him.

"Sorry.." He laughs and hugs my waist tight, leaving a kiss on my shoulder now he's got me so close again.

"Sure." I roll my eyes and wrap my arms over his. It would be nice to just sit like this for a while but I don't like being in the bath when it's cold so I'd like to get Luffy clean and get this over with.

The ducks start floating around us and Luffy clearly took notice, grabbing the pirate duck and bringing it close to us. "Heh, did you get this for me? Cause I'm gonna be-"

"King of the pirates." We smile at each other as I finish the sentence for him. "Yeah. I saw it at the last island and it reminded me of you."

"Oh heh. I just need an eye patch." He drops the duck and sinks his hand down into the water to crawl up my leg. I tilt my head onto his shoulder trying to get a look at his handsome face, he's looking down at, I'm assuming, the bubbles. He's dragging his hand up and down my left thigh. Inching closer to where I think he wants to be... I think the only way he's gonna get clean today is if I'm the one cleaning him. So I reach my hand over to grab the shampoo and squirt some in my hand, turning my body slightly to the left so I can put it in Luffy hair. I scrub it in and he's smiling with his eyes closed. He's moved his hand to rest on my right leg pulling both of them toward him, still dragging it back and forth slowly.

"Keep your eyes closed." I tell him as I grab the water cup, fill it, and pour it over Luffy's head. He smiles up at me when I'm done and quickly pounces at my lips. Of course I kiss back and wrap my hands around his face. Luffy brings that hand back between my legs rubbing up my thigh, getting closer and closer to.. "Luffy.. stop it I gotta get you clean baby." He groans in response and starts rubbing my clit. This shuts me up and honestly he's got my focus good now, I'm not too worried about giving him his a bath much anymore. "Lu.." He kisses me again and keeps working under the water.

"Babe.. I don't want to get clean. Can we play first?" He brings his fingers down and puts two fingers inside. I guess I have no choice. He gets the chance to stick his tongue in my mouth and does not miss it. Luffy's not one to usually take things slow but right now he's too distracted with fitting his tongue down my throat to move his fingers any faster. I'm hoping he'll still take baths with the toys without me in the future but I'm perfectly fine with this for now. He curls his fingers and I let a moan out into his mouth, he eats its up. He tries to kiss deeper but by now both our lips are hella swollen and possibly bruised from the biting. Luffy tries not to bite hard but always makes my lips bleed, I've grown to love it since it's a reminder of what me and him do together.

Finally Luffy pulls back to take a look at my face probably to see how I'll look at him with so little time to react. He smiles and speeds up his fingers with this knew found focus. "nnnh.. Lu-ffy." He's watching closely now, appreciating the work he did on my lips which draws him back in, kissing me so deeply again I have to grab his arm for support. "don't stop..."

"Baby.." He drags out the 'y' and smiles tauntingly. "Don't stop?" He chuckles to himself. "I thought you said 'Luffy stop it'" He's mocking me but I'm to invested in his fingers to care for his mouth right now. Though Luffy doesn't miss the tightening around his fingers at his words. "so should I stop?" with a pauses "or no?" and he starts again, clearly toying with me. He really is so childish. His other hand behind my back comes up into my hair and pushes me back onto his lips for another passionate kiss. I can barely kiss back at this point with how hard he's pushing our heads together, and with how he's moving his two fingers inside of me. "Hm?" Luffy pulls back for me to give an answer.

"no.." My mouth has been open this whole time, not able to keep it closed long enough to care anymore. He smiles brightly like he always does and his hand that's in my hair brings me back to him.

If I had to guess then I'd say that one thing Luffy can't stop himself from doing is fingering me during anytime of the day. To be honest I'm not to sure why, but it works for me. He's truly a great boyfriend. Who else could bend and stretch their fingers like Luffy can? No one of course, so I'm happy he choose to be with me, and is choosing to speed up his pace as he bends those long fingers in my pussy right now.

"Luf- ah baby please." I moan into his mouth and he can't help but smile against my lips, taking them in between his teeth and pulling back. I hope he thinks I'm cute, but it's quite obvious he does with how he looking at me. "I'm goin..to cum Luffy."

I love how he doesn't change his pace, honestly I think one reason he fingers me so much is because.. well I ask him so much. It's just not the same when I touch myself and there's really no need. He knows exactly what to do now with all the practice we've had.

He tries to play with my clit too but he's not doing too great a job, but luckily his other fingers are too deep and moving too swiftly for me to be affected by his clumsiness. I can feel already that I really am about to cum, he’s a magic worker with his devil fruit powers. Luffy leans over to kiss and bite the other side of the my neck he didn't get to cover yet. "baby"

"You're so cute." He whispers against my neck, going back to kissing it right after. He scissors his fingers quickly after feeling my cum coat his fingers, soon washed away by the water in the tub. He pecks my lips and smiles. Why does he have to be so cute? "Do I still have to take a bath?" Of course he asks.

"Luffy," I laugh at him. "we're almost done. I already washed your hair I just have to wash your body."

"Oh okay. Well get to it baby." He puts his hands on his hips and I quickly wrap my arms around his neck to hold me up.

"Okay." I laugh and grab the red loofa I know that's his and the body wash from the side of the tub. Luffy's watching intently again. I squirt the soap onto the loofa and rub it in, turing back to Luffy and starting with his scarred chest. "Do you like the ducks?"

He smiles and pulls me close by my waist. "Heh, yup."

Day 15

I'm peacefully sleeping in bed when Luffy throws himself on top of me, laughing already about some nonsense right in my ear. He pulls the comforter back, making me groan, and wraps his arms around my waist a few times to help bring back some of the warmth he took. Finally getting up close to my ear again to whisper

"Bath time baby.."

[absurdthirst]

Kinktober 2023: October 24th

Day 24: Bratty Sub, Anal/Oral Training, Caging

Marcus Pike x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 812

Warnings: Caging, collaring, dom/sub dynamic, nude reader/clothed Marcus, oral (male receiving), praise

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There’s always a slight rattle to the door, giving you time to look over. To reposition yourself the way that you know he prefers you to be sitting. The way a good girl greets him. 

The bars of the cage are wide enough for you to stick your hand through. Comfortable enough that you can lay down when you curl up or sit up without feeling cramped. It was a very nice enclosure. You could definitely have worse. 

Your collar tinkles slightly, the bell at the hollow of your throat is one that you had been embarrassed about when he had clipped it around your throat. Making him aware every time you move. It’s impossible to keep from moving when he’s thrusting into your body, filling you with his cock so hard you rock forward. 

Coming to your hands and knees, you tilt your head down, keeping your eyes on the space right in front of the cage that he will be standing in just a few moments. The door swings open quietly, just a whisper of sound and then a pleased hum makes your cunt clench. He likes when you obey him without any reminding of what you need to do. Obviously today you had been positioned perfectly. 

“Good girl.” Your entire body lights up, listening to the praise and the soft sound of his steps as he comes closer. He always moves so quietly, it’s not a heavy tread to make you wary but a soft step that has you yearning for his presence. His feet come into view, still wearing socks but he’s obviously removed his shoes. Still dressed in his smart suit pants and you wonder if he has to leave. 

He is probably looking down, most likely is. Admiring the way your naked body is presented to him. You don’t move, trying to keep the bell quiet and be the door girl that he had praised when he walked in. 

Your cage is your safe space. All the anxiety from the outside word is left outside the door of the metal crate. The lock protects you from what is beyond. Your worries are limited to just what pleases him and nothing else. 

“Eyes up.” You eagerly start to lift your eyes from where they were focused on his socked feet. Sliding up his thighs and over his groin, his cock already hard underneath the layers that separate him from you. Your pussy throbs and he must know that because he hums again. 

Continuing up his chest, covered in a snow white dress shirt and a tie that’s already been pulled loose from the knot at his throat, the tails hang loose, making him look even more handsome and slightly disheveled. The slight stubble that he complained about growing out because it itched, but he also preferred it over the smooth cheeked look that he had sported for a long time. You think that either look is sexy on him and say so when he asks you. 

Over the aquiline nose that he hates and you adore, up to his warm, melted caramel eyes. Eyes that can appear darker when he’s upset or angry, but now they are soft, focused on you and betraying the lust that is swimming in them. 

“Hello, pet.” He chuckles as he reaches down and flicks open the belt around his waist. “You have been so good for me today, haven’t you?” 

You nod, eager to show him that you will continue to be good. “Yes sir.” You whisper quietly. 

“It’s so good to see that you didn’t try to escape.” He smirks slightly at the lock that is on the door, preventing you from getting out even if you wanted to. “I always love when my good girl stays put. Enjoys the nice little spot that I’ve made for you. Isn’t it nice?” 

“Yes sir.” You nod quickly again, agreeing with him. 

Marcus pulls his cock out and pumps it a few times in his hands as he shuffles closer and slides it through the opening in the bars of the cage he has you in. “Continue being a good girl and suck daddy’s cock and I’ll let you out to fuck you this time.” He promises, deciding that he won’t fuck you through the cage like he had the last few times. You deserve a treat for not trying to get out. You deserve to come out for a few hours. 

His cock twitches and he looks down expectantly. “Open that pretty mouth, sweetheart, daddy wants to cum.” 

You moan and open your mouth obediently, eager to do exactly what he wishes so Marcus will let you out. He will keep his word. He always does. Despite the fact that Marcus Pike keeps you in a cage, he treats you like his perfect little pet and you love it. “Good girl.” 

[destinyc1020]

Hey there.

To the anonymous that brought up Taylor and Zendaya's rabid fans. I absolutely do think they both have talked to their respective partners about moving their lives forward, whether it be marriage or children.

I think people naively believe Tom may be the one pulling strings in that department, but people really need to listen at what Zendaya, especially at this time, is speaking on. I think she may want children even more so than Tom. Dont let that past Sway interview keep you clueless. That's why they call it the past. She was young, just turning 21, she's not anymore, and she's nearing 30. Mindsets are different as the years go by. Hearts change, and so do our thoughts on what we prioritize. You have to realize he had just done an interview where he stated he didn't even want children and then comes just a little bit of time down the road while filming and he had a change of heart, which I'm sure he didn't just have that on his own. Especially if they each feel like they've found the one they would like to have be the parent of your future children.

I always think on Vivica Fox, she literally cried during an interview stating she wish that she had not let life pass her by and had conceived children in her late twenty's early thirties. She stated she was too caught up in trying to get the bag that she literally kept putting it off and then she found herself later in life not being able to conceive at all then realized she was close to menopause. She balled and stated how that is the one thing in life she still regrets to this day. That's sad. Regret is a beast especially when people who don't really know you think they know what's best for you. Regardless, if we've grown up with her or not, famous people's lives are their own.

So, with that all being said, fans need to stay in a fans place. Including me, and just enjoy the ride, and don't dictate what you think or think you know what is better for someone. We don't own anyone. What they choose to do is what they choose. Just enjoy the ride and remain a backseat driver. 😁.

They are here to entertain us, and that is all. I guarantee if she or Taylor decides to have kids with whom they are currently with, you do best to be happy or believe me. They won't be showing the fans anything. Especially about their personal lives. They will be Olsen twinning everyone. We didn't know the one was pregnant until the baby was a month old. 🤣 I ain't hardly mad. 😆

I see the changes...in my mind, and only by observing the written word or video interviews, speaking on Zendaya, she may have removed herself from social media for work purposes, but I believe she/they have given themselves a timeline. She ain't trying to hear nor feel anything negative, like she herself states, " she overthinks. And she wants to please her fans in some manner, or at least hope they will be happy and stand with her on her decisions. Or dare i say try to understand her decisions. Remember... Law and Darnell are also looking to move their lives forward as well.

I smiled at the idea she had for Rue being a surrogate. But, I didn't smile long, I actually felt what a great way to hide a real pregnancy. I could absolutely see that happening. Especially if they put it in as a rape scenario since she owes the money and they sent goons to collect. She wouldn't know who the babies father is, and she decides to keep the baby. You'd hate to see, but that's real shit right there. That can, will, and does happen in real life. I've watched too much THE FIRST 48. THAT SHOW IS A BEAST BY THE WAY. I thought, damn if they did that, wow... talk about a 3rd Emmy. No one would have a clue. And once the season ended... look, who was expecting it for real. It's all farfetched... or is it??? Hmmm...

Anyway, theirs my rant. Love the Sunday confessions, I feel alot better. 😂

TOODLES 👋 👋 👋

YES!!! All of this! VERY well said Anon! I couldn't agree w/you more! Of COURSE Tom and Z have talked marriage and kids, etc. Tom wouldn't be telling the media something that he and his gf haven't spoken about to each other. Let's get freakin' real. So if he's excited about having kids, then obviously Z is too! She definitely wants children some day. I think that's pretty obvious. She's found the love of her life, and so has he. They're BOTH ready imo. Maybe now isn't the best time, but I think fans are naive if they think that they aren't going to be having kids lol...whether it's with each other, or some other partner later on down the line (but I'm guessing it's probably going to be w/each other lol🤭).

Btw...that's so sad about Vivica Fox. I never knew that. 🥺

[tokusaatsus]

congrats on finishing out your semester and doing your exams!! i’m sure you did good :))

and if you’re taking requests 👀 i’ve been thinking about makeup artist!reader lately and i think you’d do good at executing it! so maybe with undead? or literally whoever you want is fine!!

i know they typically do their own make up or have their unit mates do it,,, but thinking about having to push their hair back and putting your hand on their face so they stay still to do eyeliner

OH and the way that they blush when you’re near them so you think that they’ve already had blush applied agh

i hope you’re doing well and your break is restful!! 💕

WHEN YOU DO THEIR MAKEUP

ft. hakaze kaoru, otogari adonis, oogami koga, sakuma rei

© tokusaatsus 2022

warnings: cursing, mildly sexual humour

He’d be incredibly nervous to have you so close. Though he’d try to hide it, he only succeeds in making it more obvious.

“Close your eyes,” You command, leaning in close, brush in hand.

Kaoru lets out a nervous laugh as he does so. With him seated (backwards on the chair, his legs hooked around the backrest), you tower over him, and you take advantage of the vantage point to consider what colours to use. Normally, you’d might for a soft honey to match his hair–especially since gold liner would make his grey eyes pop. He’d look quite angelic, you think. Golden boy. Or maybe a pretty pink…but that wouldn’t fit UNDEAD’s colour scheme, nor would it fit their unit theme.

You decide to go for the safest option, a simple black. And cat-eye, definitely. It’ll make him look even more sultry on stage, all lean muscles and sharp angles–no more angel boy but the devil come to take his place and seduce you all down to his realm.

Your fingers skim against his jaw to hold him in place, and he squeaks, eyes snapping open.

“Kaoru?” You lean back, concerned. His face is flushed, and his breathing has picked up too. You can faintly hear his heartbeat jackrabbiting. “Are you okay?”

“Mm, yes, of course, why wouldn’t I be?” His voice is hurried, though he gives you a charming smile, which settles some of the worry in your stomach. “I’m just…excited, yeah? I can’t wait to see how sexy Y/N-chan will make me look~”

“Okay…” You say, slowly. “But if you’re… I dunno, uncomfortable or something, you’ll tell me to stop, right?”

Kaoru nods, yes, of course, Y/N-chan, don’t worry so much~. You lean back in, carefully cupping his face in your hands. You stop, faces scant inches apart, to gauge his reaction. He’s gone stock-still, eyes blown wide, and his breaths come a little ragged, but that could be attributed to nerves… He senses your pause, catches your eye and winks. You take it as a sign to continue.

Moving closer, you trace the curve of his eyelid with your finger, carefully marking the spot where the cat-eye will end. You cautiously draw a line, connecting the dot to the outer corner of his eye, then proceed to follow his entire upper lash line. After you fill in the outline with the liner, you breathe a sigh of relief and back away. “Alright, I think that’s done… Do you want to see?”

Kaoru seems to shake himself out of his reverie, and smiles at you. His eyes crinkle up at the corners, and expose a single dimple on his left cheek. Golden boy, you think. God, you just made him unfairly prettier. “Ah, no, I’m sure you did it perfectly. Thank you~”

He’s actually the calmest. If anything, his simple straight-forwardness makes you embarrassed, and oh, how the tables have turned.

“What kind of eyeshadow do you want?” Your eyebrows furrow as you study the palettes in your hands. You consider gold or copper… it would really stand out against his skin tone, and it would match his eyes as well… Adonis simply smiles at you, trusting you to do whatever.

“Gold would match your eyes,” You hesitate.

Adonis laughs, but not meanly. It’s a gentle huff, meant to reassure. “L/N, it’s okay. Choose whichever you think would suit me best.”

You hum, and snatch the sunset palette. Adonis leans back against the sofa, so you can move nearer to him. You stop a safe distance away. He gently wraps his hand around your wrist and tugs you closer. “L/N. I don’t bite.” You bite your lip, and move closer.

Adonis closes his eyes. “Is this okay?”

You gently draw the shimmer over his left eyelid, careful not to smudge. A few grains land on his lashes and hang there like simple stars. You want to leave them there, because they make him look angelic, almost…but if they got into his eyes, it’d be annoying to deal with. You swipe your thumb along his lash line, gathering the powder. His skin is cool to the touch.

The proximity must be getting to your head.

“L/N?” 

You startle. “Uh, sorry, I got… um, never mind?”

Idiot, you chide yourself. You move on to the other eyelid, using smooth languid strokes. You run your thumb along his lash line again, and lean back to admire your handiwork. You were right. The gold does look stunning on him. “Okay. I’m done.”

Adonis’ eyes flutter open, and he gives you a gentle look. Your heart skips a beat. “Thank you, L/N.”

“No problem!” Your voice sounds loud, even to your own ears, and you suppress a wince. God, fuck, what was that? “Um, anyways, I’m done! So I’ll go now! Bye!”

Adonis waves, a little perplexed. “Ah…alright. Thank you very much for your assistance, I hope to repay you one day. Will you be coming to our show? I would very much like to have you there. ”

“Yeah,” You smile. “I’ll be there.”

He’s so fucking embarassed, but he can’t help it, and he can’t hide it. It’s not in his nature. The closer you get, the worse his blush becomes.

“Are you okay with putting on blush? Just a bit?” Your query–despite being said with no demeaning motifs–makes Koga bristle.

“Hell yeah I am. Why, ya think I can’t handle it?” He growls.

“No,” You say as you rummage through the bags. “I just wondered if it’d fit your image. You know, as the ‘cool, badass wolf’. But I guess UNDEAD is pretty fanservice-y anyways, so the blush might make you look…” You hesitate, trying to look for a way to say ‘horny for the music’ without saying those exact words. You settle on seductive. “Seductive.”

“For real?” Koga sounds almost…surprised. “Me? Ya sure ya don’t mean… I dunno, Hakaze-senpai, or somethin’?”

You don’t deign to respond, instead busying yourself with getting the blush pallets out. This earns you a, Hey! Don’t ignore me! which you proceed to ignore as well. You take a moment to scrutinise the makeup in your hands and you frown. Unlike Sakuma-senpai, whose pale skin just adds to his so-called ‘vampiric sex appeal’ or Hakaze-senpai, with his suntan or even Adonis, whose darker skin tone neutralises the need for blush, Koga doesn’t have that luxury.

You turn around, and blink, surprised. Oh. “I didn’t know you’d already had blush applied! Why didn’t you tell me?”

Koga’s face is dusted with a light pink, and you take a moment to marvel at how the look compliments him.

“H-huh? Whaddaya mean?”

You point at him. “Your face is pink!”

He snaps at you, turning away. “N-no, it ain’t!”

You move closer, and he ducks his head. “You look good like this,”

“Ya… Ya think so?” Before you can respond, Koga barks a sharp laugh. “I-I mean. Of course I do! Anyways, ya don’t need to do anythin’ more, right?”

“No, I’m done.” You take your leave, but pause in the doorway. From this angle, Koga’s blush seems… less pronounced? But at your next words, it flares up, seeming brighter than before, and you worry you might be seeing things… “I’ll be cheering for you!”

He’d seem completely calm and collected on the outside, acting like a tease…but on the inside, he’s a flustered mess.

“Hm…which shade do you like best?” You brandish two different colours of lipstick at him, one a striking red and one a simple black, and Rei just chuckles.

“Kukuku… I trust you, my dear. Pick whichever colour you think suits this old man~”

You roll your eyes, because that is no help whatsoever. But he’s given you free reign, so you might as well take advantage of it. You decide on red, after some moderation, because it matches his eyes and will add a splash of much-needed colour to his pale face. When paired with his stage outfit, the red will really stand out. Plus, Rei’s attractive so it doesn’t really matter what you choose, it’ll look good either way.

Damn.

You’re kind of jealous.

Your hands hover awkwardly, just a few centimetres shy of cradling his jaw. “How should I…?”

His eyes light up, full of mirth and tease. “Now, now… Don’t be shy, come closer~” He pats his thighs, and you pause, thinking.

“Rei, stretch your legs out a bit, please?”

He does so, obediently. “Eh? Why?”

Instead of answering, you crawl forwards until you’re balancing on your knees, straddling him. You reach out to grab his chin in your hands, and he startles, leaning away from you. “Wh-what are you doing?”

You raise your eyebrows. “Putting on your lipstick. What did you think I was doing?”

Rei’s mouth is slack with surprise, but you blink once and his signature knowing grin is back on his face. He gives you a wry look, and it’s like there was never anything different. “Ah, of course… How silly of me. Please forgive this old man~”

You crawl closer, waiting for his approval. When he nods, you move right on top of him and gently rest your fingers against his jaw. “Can you part your lips for me?”

“Hm?” He doesn’t appear to be listening–his gaze focused intently on your…lips?–and you repeat your question when his eyes flicker back up to meet yours. “Oh, pardon me…” He does as asked, and you take care to apply the lipstick. Gently outlining first his upper lip, then lower lip. You mime popping bubblegum, and Rei copies your actions as though transfixed.

You recap the lipstick, and sit back on your haunches. “All done~” Rei just blinks, before snapping out of whatever trance he’d fallen into. He purses his lips into a kissy face, which would look ridiculous on anyone else, yet just looks sexy as hell on him. Once again, you curse his damn vampire genes. “...Thank you, my dear~”

notes!

WC: 1.6k words

reze txt HI LEE !! god this is so fucking late like. u sent this req last year :( AND IM SORRY !! but i finally finished it and well. i hope u enjoyed it !! and that it fit what u had in mind ?? god this is so fucking long. ANYWAYS i had to do So Much research for this fic <- rarely uses makeup but i pray that it’s. accurate ?? also if u see me projecting in adonis’ part…No U Didn’t. kisses mwah <3

[littleavengerfics]

Can I request a Kate bishop x little male reader where the reader wants to be her little and bf but after he saw how she is around yelena he starts to become distant till one day he leaves without saying anything but Kate and yelena look for him and once they find him they make sure to never let him out of their sight (sorry if this is really vague) thx

could it also be with the prompt I will always be here to protect you..

I'm sorry for how long this took, life got crazy. 

Driven away (Male y/n x Kate x yelena)

I met Kate almost a year ago and it took me a while to admit but I definitely liked her a lot. I eventually got enough courage to ask her out, but it didn't go exactly as I thought it would.

"Hey Kate, can I talk to you about something?" She stopped what she was doing and looked up at me with a smile. "Yeah sure." She smiled, pausing the tv and moving up so I could sit next to her.

“So I just wanted to say thanks for letting me stay here, and I hope nothing changes if you don’t feel the same because it’s alright, but I like you, a lot.” She seemed completely taken aback which made me panic that she didn’t feel the same, I knew I shouldn’t have said anything to her. “Sorry you can forget I said anything.” I went to stand up but she pulled me back. “I like you too y/n.” She smiled softly. “I’m sorry it’s just not what I was expecting, I was figuring out a way to tell you but now, I don’t have to.”

“So I guess we are dating now?” I said still in disbelief, “yeah, we can turn our friends dinner into a date tonight if you want?'' Kate offered, eating a piece of popcorn. "If you give me some of that popcorn then yes." I smirked. "Okay but you have to catch it this time." She lined up her shot a few times before throwing a piece in my direction only this time it hit me straight in the eye. "Kate! You're supposed to be an archer! How do you have such a bad aim?" I chuckled, throwing it back at her.

"Maybe I just wanted it to hit you, okay that was a practice, you'll get it this time." She said lining up her shot again this time it landed perfectly in my mouth. "Okay now I've worked for it." I leaned forward, snatching a handful of popcorn. "Thanks." I grinned at her stunned face. "Oh that's how we're playing now?" She chuckled, throwing another at me. "Yeah." I smirked before throwing the handful at her.

"Hey! I'm gonna go eat my popcorn in peace." She frowned, walking off before "tripping" and throwing the bowl on me and bursting out laughing. "Oh I hate you so much." I chuckled, dusting it all off. "You are clearing this up after I kill you."

"Wait, you got popcorn in your hair." She said before putting the bowl on my head and running away. "Kate!" I yelled running after her. "I have to get ready for tonight." She excused slamming the bathroom door and locking it behind her.

I chuckled to myself before leaving to get a shower as well. After 30 minutes we were both ready. "You look really beautiful." I smiled looking her up and down. "Thank you, these are my favorite pajamas." she chuckled, I let out a cough and gestured to my matching outfit. "Oh yeah you look good too." I smiled before running and jumping on the couch. "Okay, I'm picking the first movie, and I'll order us some pizza." I stated, pulling out my phone, "Okay but I am choosing the next one." She sighed sitting next to me. “Fine by me.”

We had dated for a few months and everything was going great. I'd regress whenever she left to go fight bad guys or annoy Clint then when she came back we’d eat dinner and watch a movie or three then go to bed. It became a routine, I started regressing even more and while I was anxious she would find out the other half of me kinda hoped she would in the case that maybe she would be okay with it and be my caregiver, those feelings only doubled when she walked in on me stuck in my headspace.

I knew she would be coming home soon so I had to hide my teddy bear and comfort items but not having them and being stuck in a small headspace just made me upset. I tried just sitting and watching tv with my blanket, what could be suspicious about having a blanket wrapped around you when you’re watching a movie? 

But it didn’t bring me as much comfort as I had hoped and I started to cry. 

“Hey babe! I am home!” Kate exclaimed walking in, as soon as she saw me her face dropped. “Baby what happened, are you okay?” I shook my head no and she frowned sitting next to me. Do you wanna talk about it or just cuddle? Or both?” I held out my arms and she nodded. “Okay hang on.” She took the blanket off me for a second which didn’t help my mood but she laid on the couch and opened her arms. “Come here baby.” 

I laid down with my head on her chest as she played with my hair. “Do you want to talk about it? I’m here if you do.” I shook my head, feeling her stop running her hands through my hair for a second to lay the blanket over us. “That’s okay, we can stay like this as long as you need.” She kissed the top of my head before playing with my hair again, this time rubbing my back at the same time. I could feel myself start to calm down, I felt completely safe with her, she didn’t care that I stayed there for the rest of the night, she got her friend Yelena to drop off food, put on a movie then we fell asleep for a while. 

“Hey bishop! I got pizza, because it’s all I have seen you eat so I didn’t know what you like. oh that is disgusting.” She frowned, covering her eyes. “Yelena, we’re just cuddling because y/n was sad.” Yelena sighed with relief putting her hands back down. “Okay, I thought it was something else, I just saw the blanket. Sorry, why is he sad?” 

“I don’t know, he doesn’t want to talk about it but it doesn’t matter anyway, I’m getting all the cuddles I want so it’s good.” 

“Can I sleep here tonight? And for a week more than that” Yelena asked before heading to the kitchen to make herself mac and cheese. “Y/n why don’t we share a room then we can keep the spare room for when yelena comes over. If that’s okay?” I did sleep more in kates room anyway, I only hid in that room when I regressed to save time before she found me but I could find another way. Yelena is kate’s friend after all and she did let me stay here first. “Okay.”

“Thank you baby.” Kate smiled, kissing the top of my head. “Yeah thank you y/n, do you want some macaroni?” Yelena asked, holding out the pot, “no thank you, we’re good with pizza.” Kate answered for me, making us chuckle. “Okay you’re missing out on my delicious macaroni but okay.”

I wasn’t feeling so little anymore, if anything I was just tired, so I decided to get ready for bed. “Babe I’m gonna go get the spare room ready for yelena then I will head to bed, I’m kind of tired.” I smiled getting up, “okay, goodnight Y/n.” Kate replied before focusing her attention back to the movie.

When I woke the next morning, well afternoon, Kate wasn’t next to me, I walked out to find her asleep on the couch, somehow she stayed asleep even with the sound of clattering from the kitchen that I could only assume was yelena. 

“Hello y/n, good morning. You sleep a lot, although bishop does too. She's been asleep for like seven hours already. 

I frowned slightly, it was 12pm, Kate would have gone to bed at 5am, a fact that I couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed to hear. After all she promised she would come to bed once her movie had finished yet she had stayed up with yelena all night. I shook off my disappointment before leaving the apartment for the day. 

Things like this happened for weeks and I began to get even more tired of it. When I arrived back home late one day they were both gone, when I texted Kate she told me they went to go see the christmas tree and if I wanted I could join but I told them it was fine. I decided to take the time to be little for a while before falling asleep in my room.

Kate woke me up the next morning, “hey baby, me and yelena are gonna go get some breakfast. Do you want to come or should I bring you something back?” I rubbed my eyes and sat up, I realized I was still cuddling my teddy bear from the night before." I threw it aside and prepared for her to get mad or call me names, that was the usual response people had, I was still feeling kind of little and soon my eyes were getting blurry with tears. Kate didn’t say anything but she sat down on the bed and rubbed my arm. "Babe, why are you getting upset? It's just a teddy bear." She said softly and I frowned. "You don't think I'm stupid?"

“Of course not, you know I love you no matter what. Who’s your friend?” She asked picking up the stuffed animal I had next to me. 

“That's ted. I've had him since I was a toddler.” Kate smiled. “Nice to meet you Ted. Do you and y/n want to come to breakfast with me and Yelena or do you want to stay here?” She asked, looking at me. “We're gonna stay. I'm kinda tired.” I said, taking him back. “Okay babe, I will see you later.” She smiled, kissing the top of my head and leaving with the russian. 

I had decided on watching Tv so I went to the living room where I must have fallen asleep again. Whenever I was little I always fell asleep so easily. 

"Hey y/n!"  "Hey baby!" I heard the women call out, waking me in the process. I whined sitting up. "Hey my little sleepyhead." Kate smiled, kissing my cheek and sitting down next to me. "Here's your breakfast. I forgot to ask what you wanted so I just got your favorite."

"Thanks Kate." I smiled. "No problem."

"You wanna watch a movie with me?" I asked pointing to the tv, it was my favorite movie and I was really hoping she would say yes.

"Oh, Sorry y/n we have plans today. You can come with us if you want? But we won't be back until dinner." I could feel my eyes filling with tears. "I'm sorry baby, please don't cry." Kate whispered softly.

"You Americans are so sensitive, its funny." Yelena chuckled but it only made me cry more, I ran out of the room and climbed into bed with my teddy.

I heard kate knock on the door before entering. "Baby I am sorry. I already had plans with Yelena. And she didn't mean to be rude, it's just how she is. Can I do anything to cheer you up?"

I wanted to tell her to stay but instead I just shook my head. "Okay, I have to go now but can you at least eat some more breakfast?" She asked, putting it on the bedside table. "I love you baby." She whispered before leaving the room. 

I laid in bed and sobbed till I fell asleep. When I woke up it was lunch time, I wasn't hungry so I decided to watch movies till they got back. When I heard her keys in the door I turned off the tv and ran to the bedroom. I didn't want to see her right now, it may be childish but I climbed into bed and pretended to be asleep.

She didn’t even come to look for me so I just stayed in bed on my phone for a few hours until she eventually walked in. “Baby? Are you okay?” I nodded, turning away from her, making her sigh. “Me and yelena are gonna watch another movie if you want to join.” I shook my head hiding under the blanket. “Okay, well if you change your mind you can join us.” She said disappointedly, leaving the room.

It continued on like this for weeks, she even forgot our date night, then the one we rescheduled all because she was out with Yelena everyday now. I knew she was allowed friends and I didn’t want to come between them but I couldn’t help but feel a little rejected. I had finally had enough when I woke up one morning and found Yelena and Kate asleep on the couch together. I was sick of feeling so replaceable so I left without saying anything or even a text. I went shopping for a few hours then kept walking for a while until I got tired and sat down on a random bench. 

I turned my phone back on to listen to some music and saw I had over 20 missed calls from both Kate and Yelena, along with a ton of texts that ranged from Yelena saying she would track my phone to Kate begging me to call her back. Before I could think it through I pressed call back and waited for it to ring, Kate answered almost immediately. “Baby! Where are you?” The panic in her voice made me want to cry, I shouldn’t have left it this long. “I sorry.” I was dropping fast and regretting every decision I had made, I just wanted to be back with kate. “It’s okay baby, can you tell me where you are?”

“Tree.” I hiccuped through my sobs, “He’s at the big christmas tree.” I heard Yelena say in the background. “But that’s where we are." I looked around hopefully before I spotted yelena running towards me. "Lena!" I yelled and she finally saw me. Kate was following behind and she ran and gave me a hug. "Baby! We were so worried about you." She kissed my head a bunch of times, making me giggle. 

"Why did you leave?" Kate asked, lifting my chin. "Katie loved Lena more an it makes me sad." Yelena gives me a confused look. "You are a little?" I look at the floor and nod in shame but Kate lifts my chin again. "I'm sorry baby, I will never let you feel that way again, from now on I'm not letting you out of my sight." 

"Hey kiddo, what if we go get you some ice cream to say sorry? And we can go home and watch all the movies you want." I nodded excitedly, wiping my tears. "Okay let's go home." Kate smiled, grabbing my hand. 

"Tanks for saving me mommy." Kate smiled down at me. "Of course baby. I will always be here to protect you." 

[officialchristiancagebbgirlblog]

Tags: @himbos-hotline

Warnings: swearing

Themes: gay smut (Cage x Copeland)

Word count: 1246

Okay so I hope you guys enjoy this one! I’m still unsure if I’d write one like this again where it’s two guys as I’m used to writing straight smut. I’d be happy to write polyamory smut with two guys and a girl if anyone wants to request that! Keep your eyes out as I might be releasing an NSFW prompt list to explore that! Happy reading 🩵

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“Christian, babe, I know you’re upset about losing the title, but can we just talk for a second?” Adam followed Christian into the hotel room, letting the door slam behind him. There was nothing he hated more than upsetting his boyfriend, his best friend. Especially when it came to their job. Turning around to give him a sour look, Christian went to say something but thought it best to not say anything. He was always taught that ‘if you haven’t got anything nice to say, don’t say anything’. He shook his head, plopping down on the foot of the bed to remove his shoes.

“You know I wouldn’t purposely do anything to hurt or upset you!” Adam pleaded, trying to get Christian to hear him out, “we went into that match knowing that it was going to end that way! I don’t understand why you’re so upset-“

“No, of course you don’t!”

Hearing his boyfriend suddenly shout and stand up, Adam took a few steps back in shock. Was he really that upset about it?

“Because you don’t think! All that’s in your head is ‘oh I have to win that title no matter what!’ You didn’t stop to use your brain that ‘hmm maybe kicking the man I love repeatedly in the dick isn’t the way to do that’-“

“Christian please, you’re blowing this out of proportion-“

“And not only that! You then decide to use that spiky crutch of yours to hurt me even more! What are you, a fucking sadist?!”

Adam stayed silent, knowing that Christian was right, really. He didn’t technically have to hurt him in that way. To humiliate him in front of their friends, fans, and family.

“Babe, I’m. I’m really sorry. You’re right, I didn’t have to do that. I just wanted to put out a good show for everyone watching. But that doesn’t mean hurting you was right. I can’t apologise enough for what I did to you tonight. Is there any way I can make it up to you?”

Biting his lip, Christian thought for a moment. Yeah he was upset about that night's events. Really upset. But he figured he should at least allow Adam to try and make him feel better. An idea popped into his head. Slightly devious, but it was something he felt that could make it better.

“You can start by getting on your knees.” He instructed, unbuckling his belt. If Adam wanted to make it better, he was going to have to stop talking and use his mouth for something else first. Normally, the tables were turned. It wasn’t usually that Adam would go down on his partner but he had a feeling tonight would be different. Sinking down to the floor he watched as Christian stepped forward to his face. His trousers slipped down his hairy legs, underwear briefs following shortly after. He placed his hands on Adam’s shoulders to steady himself as he stepped out of them, kicking the clothes to the other side of the room with a gentle thud against the wall. Moving one hand to the back of Adam’s head and the other around his now hard, leaking cock, he looked down with dark eyes.

“Open. Your mouth.” He demanded, voice husky with a newfound dominance that Adam had not heard before. Without allowing Christian to repeat himself, he dove in, lips stretched around his boyfriends member, licking the tip as he moved with his thrusts. A deep groan slipped out of Christian’s lips as he enjoyed the warm, wet sensation of pleasure. There was no one who could melt away his pain and tension like Adam could. Some people came close, his previous girlfriend being a great contender. But there was no denying that Adam knew him better than anyone. And he certainly knew how to suck him off right. His fingers were tangled in Adam’s still damp hair, encouraging him to take in more of his cock. Gasping as he felt his boyfriends calloused hand cup his balls, fondling them gently. The mixed sensations were almost too much to handle as he began to feel his orgasm approaching quicker than he expected, his breathing becoming heavier. He stepped away, letting Adam slip off with a satisfying pop! and a confused look.

Without a word, he crawled onto the bed on his hands and knees and motioned Adam to come closer.

“You can…use your mouth for…something else, can’t you?” He purred, trying to catch his breath. Adam’s eyes lit up as he connected the dots, sliding his tongue effortlessly into his boyfriend. Christian moaned louder than he expected as he felt Adam’s tongue begin to slide in and out of his tight asshole. His back arched towards the bed, ass pushing out closer to try and get more. It had been a while since he and Adam had gone down this road and he missed this feeling so bad. Beads of sweat dripped off his forehead as the feeling of being tongue-fucked was once again building up his orgasm. It made him so happy that Adam couldn’t care less about his body hair. He definitely had more going on than his partner. Perhaps it was because they had known each other for so long that it just was to be expected. He was shaken out of his train of thought when he felt the rough hairs of Adam’s beard brush up against his surprisingly soft ass cheeks, and his hands keeping them spread apart to ensure easy access to his now red, gaped hole. Christian let out high pitched moans as Adam flicked his tongue just at the entrance before sucking hard. He popped off, looking down at his gaping asshole, ready to be filled up. It seemed the events of the night had been forgiven when Christian turned to face him, muttering out a desperate ‘fuck me’.

Adam wasted no time in removing his clothes, quickly lining his leaking cock it with Christians asshole. The hair around was wet with saliva and sweat, sticking to his skin. He spat to help with lubrication, watching it completely miss the head of his cock and slipping into Christians hole. There was something so exciting about seeing it drop in so easily that Adam plunged his cock in balls deep, almost as if he was trying to catch his spit. The feeling of suddenly being filled was so intense that both men let out a cry of pleasure as Adam made quick work of snapping his hips forward repeatedly. Adam gripped Christian’s hips to keep him steady, kneeling on the bed behind him. They both let out loud moans as their orgasms approached quickly, barely giving them anytime to enjoy the act of having sex after a long evening.

“Oh fuck, baby…” Adam whined, “I can’t hold it anymore!”

“Cum inside me…”

With a gasp, Adam let it all out. His hot cum quickly filled up inside Christian who came at the same time, running down his legs. They both rode it out, their hips still working with each other before Adam slipped out, collapsing forward next to his heaving boyfriend. They shuffled closer together and up the bed to enjoy a well deserved snuggle. Sharing a sweet kiss, they lay intertwined in each other's arms.

“Soooo…do you forgive me?” Adam asked, fluttering his eyelashes with that stupid smirk of his. Chuckling, Christian planted another kiss on his lips: “yeah, I forgive you baby. I love you.”

[wanderingjedi77]

Bo-Katan/Reader (Mando'ad)

Summary: The evening sun is falling on their face, and she thinks just maybe she is falling a little bit in love with them.

Y/N's clan had been loyal to House Kryze since the Mandalorian Wars of old, but you would say you were loyal from the moment Bo-Katan looked at you the first time you met on Kelevala.

Bo-Katan had always been in her sisters shadow, even then; and you wondered if she had ever been happy. The years during the clone wars; and after led you both on paths you didn't expect, and after the fall of Mandalore, the night of a thousand tears, you had broken away from your remaining clan, not wanting to bear the weight of being the heir, not wanting to remember as you travelled from planet to planet, trying to drink the pain away some nights, trying to escape the nightmares that followed.

You were alone, until you found Bo again. Or rather, she found you.

You had been staying at a smuggling den, out of work but still on good terms with the owner when three Mandalorians in blue armour show up to trade. You hadn't paid much attention to them until Jax, the owner; had beckoned you over quickly.

"This is Y/N. They know more about this kind of weaponry and metal then I do." He says as you approach, and you nod at them politely, though your smile is stiff. Why did it have to be Mandalorians? You thought. Why couldn't everyone leave you alone?

"Are you Mandalorian?" The man asks, and you hesitate. They are obviously, but should you tell them the truth?

"Axe..." The red haired woman warns. "She's probably just a trader."

"I am Mandalorian. I was born on Dxun." You answer quietly, and you look up as they move closer. Nite Owls, you realise quickly, and standing in the middle of the frey is Bo.

You breath catches, and Bo-Katan tilts her head at you like she remembers who you are.

"Where's your armour?" The man, you think you heard Bo call him Axe; asks you. You ignore him with a scowl.

"Go away." You tell him, and cross your arms. "Before I make you." You walk outside onto an attaching balcony, they follow of course, curious and a little insulted at your dismissal.

Before he can answer, Bo steps forward; and waves them away. She will deal with you herself it seems.

"Leave us." Bo commands, and the two other Mandalorians back out of the balcony. You look at Bo as she takes one, two steps closer; and then raises a hand to your face, looking closely at the scar there. Bo remembers when you first fought her in the fighting circle, and how she had knocked you so hard against the ground you had hit your cheek off a rock. You had both been younger then, and more impulsive, you would have followed her to the ends of the galaxy. She traces her thumb over it and you all but melt into her touch, shutting your eyes. When was the last time someone had shown you kindness like this?

"Y/N?" Bo asks, and you open your eyes to find her looking at you softly. "Is it really you?"

"Hello Mand'alor." You greet, and you wish you had it in you to kneel or bow, but instead you choose to kiss the palm of her hand against your cheek instead.

Bo takes in a slow breath, and pushes you against the stone railing of the balcony so hard you gasp. "Where have you been?" She demands, "I thought you were dead."

"I've been around." You offer, and hiss as Bo pushes her armored body against you, effectively trapping you between the railing and her body. Your not wearing your beskar, you know it's against the creed, but it's stored safely in your ship.

"Not good enough." Bo snaps at you, though there isn't much anger in her voice. "Where is your armour?"

"In my ship."

"You should be wearing it." Bo orders. "Why aren't you wearing it Y/N?"

"Because I'm tired." You whisper. "I lost everyone."

"You didn't lose me." Bo replies firmly. She watches as the sun starts to set behind them, and casts a glow across your face. "How could you say that?" She thought of all the times you two had snuck away, of all the times you had fought together, you were close then, before you disappeared.

"Where were you?" You ask, intent on changing the subject.

"Fighting for Mandalore."

"Mandalore is gone." You argue.

"Not as long as we live." Bo argues back, and you lower your head against her chest. "Not as long as there are Mandalorians." She places her hand on the back of your neck, and kisses the top of your head. She was never this affectionate before. When you were both in Death Watch, when you thought you had a future. Thought Mandalorians could rule the galaxy once more.

"I'm sorry." You whisper against her chest plate, and she doesn't say anything.

"I could order you to come with me. You have to follow my orders." Bo replies, her tone demanding, "Being sorry won't make up for lost time, or for what happened, but your actions might."

You pull away with a shaky breath, and Bo looks at you, eyes alight. "You always liked ordering me around."

"You were a better listener then." Bo looks at you, and you give her a small smile. "But if you don't want me to..." There's a challenge behind those words. Asking you to question her. Daring you to go against your Mand'alor.

"I'll come, but only if I get to stay with you." You reply, it's a compromise, even if you feel like it might not be the right decision, and Bo puts her hand on your cheek again, looking you in the eyes.

"You won't be able to get away that easily again." Bo-Katan answers. The evening sun is falling on their face, and she thinks just maybe she is falling a little bit in love with them.

[asirensrage]

Mise en Place - A "choose your own adventure" style fic - Part 5

Fandom: Punisher AU Rating: Mature Pairing: Billy Russo x OC Warnings: Dark!Fic, threats, murder, obsession, swearing, violence, blood, and likely more to be added... Summary: Nadine thought her biggest problem was helping to keep the restaurant she worked at afloat as the neighbourhood starts being bought out from under them. A chance meeting in an elevator with an old fling proves differently…

Notes: The last vote had a stranger at the door win by a landslide...so let's see who it is! Heed the warnings.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

previously: Nadine sees Billy hide her phone but before she can confront him, someone knocks on the door...

The two of them glance at the door before looking back at each other. 

“Are you expecting anyone?” she asks softly, trying to keep her voice down. 

“Stay there,” he says quietly, motioning her back. 

Nadine slips back to hide against the wall in the hallway between his bedroom and bathroom. She feels naked and vulnerable in a way she’s never really felt before. Even with Billy there, she finds herself searching for something she can hold, that she can use as a weapon if needed. There’s a lamp on the hall table. She grabs it, yanking out the cord and wrapping it around her hand so she doesn’t accidentally trip on it, then removes the lampshade.

As she does, Billy reaches into the drawer where she saw him drop her phone and pulls out a gun. Her throat tightens at the sudden confirmation of the theories that she built on the elevator. His eyes meet hers and she sees him glance down at the lamp in her hand. He smiles slightly and nods before the expression drops and he goes for the door where someone knocks again. 

He holds his gun in his right hand, foot braced in place to block the door from opening more than a couple of inches. He opens it and peers out before he suddenly relaxes and opens the door further. 

She doesn’t recognize the man standing there and it does nothing to ease her panic. 

Their voices are low and Nadine finds herself having to strain to hear them. 

“He’s made another move.” 

 “What happened?”

The stranger’s voice drops lower. “-completely gutted.”

Billy pauses for a moment before he nods. “Get the cleaners into the apartment and have the place ready for new tenants. Have movers pack everything and put it in a storage unit.” 

“What?” Nadine steps out from where she’s standing against the wall. “What apartment are you talking about?”

“Nadine, just hold on,” Billy turns to her and motions for her to wait.

“Excuse me? Don’t tell me to hold on, hot shot.” She steps forward, grip tightening on the lamp she’s holding. “I’ve had a shit day and been nearly murdered! And you’re telling me to wait? I want to know what’s going on with my property.  And what’s been gutted?” 

“Shit,” Billy mutters, before turning to the guy and nodding at him. “Call me when it’s done.” The stranger retreats and pulls the door shut. Billy fully turns to face her and places his hands up as though he’s going to placate her. 

Her eyes narrow. 

He seems to realize he’s still holding his gun. “Let me put this down, okay?” He moves to the side, turns the safety back on, takes out the clip and puts them both in the same drawer he pulled it out of. 

 “Give me my phone.”

He blinks and she catches the way his brows furrow before he erases the expression. “What?”

“My phone. You have it in that drawer. Give it to me.” 

His jaw clenches and he turns to her. “Will you let me explain?” 

“Explain what? That the day I saw you with blood on your clothes, there’s a man trying to kill me in my house?!” She lifts the lamp. “Last chance. Give me my fucking phone.” 

“Please, Nadine, let me–”

She moves forward, bringing the lamp down hard on the side table that the drawer is a part of. Billy slams himself into her, hands grabbing at the lamp and pulling, trying to yank it out of her grip. 

“No!” She shoves him back, trying to force a knee between them to push him away. He digs his fingers into the pressure points of her hand, between her thumb and first finger. She drops the lamp and uses the moment to pull back her elbow and slam it into his solar plexus. He doesn’t manage to completely dodge, grunting at the hit. Before she can try again, he hooks his leg behind hers and she’s yanked down to the ground. He cushions the blow as much as he can,with his hand under her head but he doesn’t give her a chance to gain her bearings. Before she can move, he has her pinned. His body pressed against hers with her wrists pinned above her. He uses his own legs to weigh hers down. It’s almost a familiar feeling, one that they’ve replicated before when they slept together. She regrets that choice now despite the heat that crawls through her veins at the memory. 

“Listen. Listen!” he demands, trying to keep her in place even as she struggles. She’s going to kill him, she thinks. She’s already killed one man who threatened her. What was one more? “I can’t give you your phone,” he says. “But not because I’m trying to keep it from you! It’s not fucking safe. They can track you through it and once he knows you’re alive, he will. It needs to be destroyed.”

“Fucking bullshit,” she spits at him. 

“It’s not!” he snarls back. “This wasn’t supposed to happen, okay? But you asked me to help you.” He pauses, catching his breath as his bottomless eyes meet hers. His voice softens. “Let me help you.” 

She pauses, staring up at him. How can she trust this?

“Come on, Nadine. I might not have told you everything, but I’ve never fucking lied.” He kissed her then. It’s familiar and desperate and wanting. Part of her begs to give in, to ease back to the safety of something familiar, but she’s not sure she can. She wasn’t wrong. Someone tried to kill her, he stole her phone and he was covered in blood in the elevator.

He pulls away once she stops kissing him back. “Nadine?”

mise en place tag: @muchadoaboutcj @koiwrites @chrissymunson  @nageill

oc tag: @raith-way @arrthurpendragon @veetlegeuse @chickensarentcheap @residentdormouse @endless-oc-creations @stanshollaand @wordspin-shares @chrissymunson

billy russo tag: @wheresthesunshinesblog

[6min-nim9]

Choosing yourself over him. 

Have you had an experience where you don’t know what to do? Like you don’t know if you want to move forward or stay where you are. The thing is, I had an experience like that. Do you want to know more?  

Let me introduce myself first. I’m Sal, in my late teenage life if you want to know. Also, I have a childhood friend, His name is Josh, we became friends since we were children. He was a shy kid back then, even now actually. That is one of the traits that I find cute about him, he’s like a lost puppy. Then covid happened, we didn’t talk during covid.  

After the quarantine we met again, it was where we first met. Do you want to guess where? It was at the church. It was awkward at first, the whole time was full of stolen glances, stolen glances that were full of emotions. What kind of emotions? In awe, I guess. I was in awe, yes, he looked like a different person, he was taller than before, more mature looking too. Feeling of longing too, I admit I kind of missed him, or was it the memories of us was the thing I missed?  

After weeks of stolen glances, finally, his father walked to me with Josh trailing behind him. He introduced us like it was our first time meeting each other, it was kind of funny actually, the way Josh was hiding behind his father. He did not change, that was what I was thinking at that time. His father told me that me and Josh should talk again, I agreed of course. I liked that, the idea of us talking again like old times. That interaction reached my family, they told me that I should talk to him. So, I did.  

The day came, it was Sunday. I sat next to him, after minutes of contemplating if I should talk to him or not, I did it. I started a conversation with him, fortunately he responded to all my questions, such as: How are you? How was school? I know that sounds awkward, but I had a great time talking with him. I did not talk to him because my family told me to, I talked to him because I wanted to. We became friends again after that interaction.  

We would ask each other before Sunday if we would attend church, just so we could anticipate meeting each other again. It became our thing, asking each other before Sunday, those stolen glances, smiling at each other, and asking if the other wants to go to the nearest convenience store. It’s like we became kids again, now that I think about it, I kind of miss those days.  

We were okay until he confessed to me, he told me he likes me. He said he started liking me after quarantine which was 2 years ago. Before we bid goodbye, I told him that I like him too. I really did. We haven’t seen each other since we confessed, fortunately, the church had an event, I think it was an anniversary. So, we went there, and there it is. The stolen glances, us secretly smiling at each other, and chatting with each other because we were far from each other.  

I anticipated that we were going to talk about what happened, but we did not. I was disappointed, yes. I don’t know why, but we just shrugged off what happened. So, after that I don’t know what to do. Should I continue and let my feelings for him grow? Or should I let my feelings fade away? I mean he told me that he likes me so I should hold onto that right? The thing is his actions contradict his words; he told me he likes me, but he always left me on seen. Every time I message him, he won’t reply but he would open it. He told me he likes me, but he won't show it. Maybe you thought, “He might be busy, don’t be clingy”. He was way better before he confessed. He became like that after he confessed. 

I don’t hate him, we’re still friends even now. But my feelings for him disappeared, not because of him kind of ignoring me, no, it’s part of the reason but not mainly that. During the event I realized he’s really dependent on me, I was the one guiding him where to go, what to do, and when to leave. Otherwise, he would just stand there and look at me, like he wants me to give him a command. It felt like taking care of a child. He’s also kind of clumsy. I don’t really mind if you’re like that, it’s just taking care of myself is a huge responsibility, what’s more if I must take care of him too. 

I just want someone who can take care of themselves. I don’t mind helping but completely depending on me is a no. I can care for you but not when I need to be responsible for anything you do. It’s good that he trusts me to let me guide him, but I think he should be the one doing that. Mind you, he’s older than me by a year. I think we’re just not for each other, or that it’s not the right time. Either way, I will always be his friend, nothing is going to change that. I will always be here to support him and care for him. 

One day, I really wanted to know about what I should do about this. I thought of everything that had happened, the possible outcome, and the effect on us. It may be unfair to him for me to decide on this without discussing it with him but he’s an avoider. Every time I tell him something about this, he just ignores it and jumps on to the next topic. So, how can I discuss this with him, right? 

After thinking about this for about... An hour, I realized that we were better off as friends. I mean, the way he treated me before was better than how he treats me now. Why should I keep holding onto something so complicated, something I don’t know if I’m the only one fighting for it. So, what did I do? I accepted that. One thing I learned was, accepting things is the first step. Being in denial about things will hold you back from moving forward. You can’t move on if you keep telling yourself things and believing things that will only hold you back.  

Once you accepted it, you’ll know that you’re just hurting yourself if you keep hanging onto something you shouldn’t. I assure you that after that, you’ll find peace. No more complicated things to think about, no more assuring yourself that it’s not your fault, and no more overthinking things. Isn’t it beautiful being free from those things?  

I read a sentence before; it was beautiful. It says, “Your self-respect should be more than your emotions”. No matter what he made you feel, you should always love yourself more than him. I learned my lesson; I hope you learned yours too. Remember to always choose yourself over that person. What about love? You can find that through your friends and family. Love is always there for you; you don’t seek love because it will come to you if it’s time.  

In the end, nothing happened between us. It was a fun experience though; like being happy when you see that person, like you found your own comfort. I had fun, I hope he did too. Yes, he only talked to me when he wanted to or when it was convenient for him. But it was a good experience. A memorable experience that I don’t want to repeat.  

[joycieillustrations]

Rhaenys vs Daemon please?

Of course! 😊 This one was a result of me trying to figure out how the arrangement that Baela would be warded with Rhaenys and Rhaena would stay with Daemon came to be, particularly as the show presents him as having much more interest in Baela as she’s a dragonrider.

I quite like this draft but I’m not sure if I’m going to use it any time soon, so I’ve included everything I’ve written thus far!

- - -

High Tide

“My daughters should remain by my side, good mother.”

Rhaenys rises slowly from the Driftwood Throne, feels the weight of her skirts settle about her feet, her breath swell in her chest, and takes a moment to cooly consider her kin.

“You have stolen my children from me, cousin.”

A ghost of a smile twitches on Daemon’s lips at the challenge.

“The birthing bed stole your daughter, ill-fortune your son. I cannot be blamed for unfortunate timing, nor should I lose mine own children to soothe your grief.”

Rhaenys’ mouth thins dangerously. “Fire murdered my children, Daemon. Fire and blood.”

Stood in the very hall where Laenor’s body had been pulled from the flames, Daemon laughs.

“Prove it.”

~

“Laena wrote to me before her death. I know she wished to return home, to raise her babes at Driftmark with her family.” Rhaenys swallows as she feels her throat tighten, choked by the imaginings of what now would never be. “My daughter will not see her children grow; but Baela and Rhaena are here, at Driftmark, with their mother’s blood. I ask that you honour my daughter’s wishes before you forget her so quickly for her brother’s bride.”

Daemon ascends the steps to the throne, his eyes never leaving hers.

“My bride is the future Queen of the Seven Kingdoms,” he says, standing two steps down from the dais, eye level with her. “You should not dismiss her so.”

Rhaenys flexes her fingers idly, her thumb toying with one of the golden rings on her fingers. “I have known many future Kings and Queens of the Seven Kingdoms, cousin, most never see the crown placed upon their head. Girls are so easily set aside, after all.”

“All this blue,” Daemon begins quietly, raising a finger to trace the intricate beading at her collarbone, “and yet it is still not enough to hide the scorned dragon beneath, is it, Rhaenys?”

Rhaenys pauses, allows Daemon to think for a moment that he has the upper hand.

“Nyke gīmigon sparos nykēla ikson, valonqus.”

Daemon sneers. “Ӯdraō velāriono valyrio, mandȳs.”

Rhaenys lifts her chin triumphantly, looks down her nose at the cousin she has always favoured least.

“You may have your brother fooled, your new wife fooled, mayhaps even my lord husband fooled, but I know who you are, Daemon.”

She moves forward, forcing him back a step, and stares him down.

“You are a little boy who has always lived in his brother’s shadow, breaking his toys and causing offence in the hope that someone will notice him for it.”

She takes another step and leans closer, the tips of their noses near brushing.

“So desperate for the Iron Throne when you were never truly considered worthy; a last resort for once all the better options had been exhausted. How did it feel when a girl of four-and-ten was named heir in your stead?”

A muscle twitches in his jaw.

Rhaenys does not falter, the faintest hint of a triumphant smile on the corners of her mouth.

“Guards, summon my daughters.”

~

“Grandfather has gone,” Baela weeps, clinging to her sister’s hand, “we wanted to go to the docks to say goodbye, but he had already gone.”

Rhaenys kneels before the girls, wiping away their tears with her thumbs, ignoring the stinging in her own eyes.

“Hush now, my little loves. Your grandfather will return to us and-” she breaks off before her voice can choke, collecting herself, “-and when he does, he will have new stories, new adventures, to tell us of. Won’t that be exciting?”

Baela smiles half-heartedly, but Rhaena frowns her concern.

“But who will stay here with you? You will be alone here without grandfather.”

~

“You may choose one.”

The words chill her blood. Openly startled for the first time, she clutches her granddaughters to her, two pairs of thin, wiry arms moving to wrap themselves tight around her waist.

“Father,” one of the girls says, “we both wish to stay with grandmother.”

“Please let us stay,” the other whispers tearfully.

Rhaenys sinks to the stone floor, taking her girls with her, one hand atop Baela’s head, the other brushing back the locs from Rhaena’s face. Her two joys, the very image of their mother, the only comfort left to her.

“Cousin, I-”

“For too long my daughters have been intertwined. It is time they learned to stand independent of one another.”

“You would treat your own children so cruelly? You would make me choose one over the other as though they were a litter of pups? I will not-”

Little Rhaena stands, her hand gripping so tightly about her grandmother’s fingers that they are beginning to tingle with numbness. Squaring her shoulders, the little girl looks defiant and proud, even as her bottom lip wobbles.

“I will go, father. Let Baela stay here at High Tide ‘til grandfather returns.”

~

“You are so very brave, little dragon.”

“I’m not a dragon, Baela is the dragon.”

“You are a dragon; only a dragon protects her kin the way you protect your sister,” Rhaenys affirms, readjusting the scarlet cloak on the girl’s shoulders, then moving her hands to cup her granddaughter’s face. “One day you will have a dragonbond, whether it be with a hatchling like your sister and Moondancer or with a full-grown dragon, as Meleys bonded with me.”

Rhaena’s eyes swim with tears, but the girl holds her head high and does not allow them to fall.

“Perhaps Meleys will be yours, one day. It would be a comfort to me to know she will not be alone.”

Rhaena jerks her head. “Meleys is yours and you are hers. I could only claim her if you are as dead as mother. I would rather never be a dragonrider.”

Rhaenys smiles sadly, acknowledging her mistake, and gathers her granddaughter in her arms, holding tight.

~

Catching Daemon’s wrist in a surprisingly iron grip, she pulls him close to hiss in his ear. “They will remember this. For the rest of their lives, they will remember how you tore them apart when they most needed each other.”

Daemon smiles a cruel smile. “Did I tear them apart, mandȳs, or did you?

- - -

High Valyrian:

“I know precisely who I am, little brother/cousin.”

“You speak Valyrian like a Velaryon, older sister/cousin.”