#ofc the infamous chin tilt

[whump-in-the-closet]

Villain stumbled forward. “No—oh god, no.” Their blood turned to ice, horror spearing through them. Anything but this.

Hero dragged Villain’s sidekick behind them, a finger hooked through the protégé’s metal collar— a suppressor for their abilities, but tightened to the point of bruising. Hero kicked Villain’s sidekick into the ground, nodding to Villain. “Found them a few weeks ago. Lost and drunk and hating the world.”

Villain took a shaking step forward, eyes on the pile of trembling clothes that was Sidekick.

“A pity that someone so young is already trying to destroy the world.”

“Sidekick?” Villain whispered.

No answer.

Then. “What did you do to them?” It came out as a snarl.

Hero grabbed Sidekick’s jaw, forcing them to look up. They turned their face towards Villain, allowing Villain a good look at the bruises. At the black eye. At the open gash that ran across their forehead. At the sharp cut that sliced from lip to chin. Smaller knife-cuts down their throat.

Sidekick sobbed, closing their eyes. They mouthed, I’m sorry. Again and again. I’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry—

Hero smiled. “I re-educated them.”

[honeycloudz]

let me be Anonymous since im going to ask-No beg for the cringest one🙏

(p1:who's she?

p2:Haitani's

p1: which one? the youngest's?

p2: nhh both of them)

I means Just image being the wife of Haitani brothers's/their precious and only treasure ofc their personal c*mdump tooTvT.

alr this's kinda weird but Writing this or not is your choice

anywayy Loves you and please takecare of yourself

-s🍁

Stargirl Interlude (☆)

Content Warnings: DARK CONTENT, MDNI, Porn with Plot, Toxic!Dom!Ran & Toxic!Dom!Rindou x Fem!Sub!Reader, Alcohol mentions, Stalking, Forced into Contract, Dub! Consent, Degradation theyre so mean :(,  Possessiveness, Dumbification, Unprotected Sex, Oral (Female to Male Receiving), Throat Fucking, Rough Sex, Hair pulling, Spit Play, Choking, Nipple Play, Overstimulation, and finally Squirting

Playlist: Belonging to the Haitani's

My apology for disappearing again, not proof read

You should know better, you tell yourself as you walk down the busy streets of Roppongi’s nightlife. You should know better than to play with the infamous Haitani brothers. Truthfully, you were just trying to get your life together, and money is money, so you took a chance on that sketchy ad from a week ago, unknowing that it would lead you here.

Squirming, you pull your mini skirt down, in a failed attempt to cover yourself from prying eyes as you walk your way down to the club. Even from a distance your eyes catch the glimmering signs, and you can feel the bass of the speakers beneath your high heeled feet. You get closer, to the club, noticing all the intoxicated people staggering in and out of the Haitani’s club in varying levels of inebriation. 

It was too late to have second thoughts, so you mentally prepare yourself as you take a step into the very lively club. Loud music blares in your ears as you squint and try to walk around the sea of bodies that are dancing. You don't necessarily like the thought of sweaty drunk bodies bumping and grinding up on you, so you choose to find an easier route. Looking around, you almost give up before sharp lavender eyes meet your own. Your breath hitches but you don't look away, you try to ignore the chill working its way up your spine at his menacing gaze. 

Seconds that feel like hours pass as you hold eye contact with the dual-dyed short purple haired man. You were intimidated but intrigued. 

And Ran saw that in you- he noticed you right when you walked in, all panicked and cute. He immediately knew that it was you from the ad you signed up for, he laughed under his breath a bit, you had no idea what you were getting into. 

He breaks eye contact with you momentarily to look at his brother in the booth. They make eye contact and Ran points at you with his chin, nodding off to his brother, to alert him of your presence. When Rindou follows Rans line of sight his eyes meet you and immediately Rindou stands, stalking his way towards you.

You didn't notice Rindou until you felt a hand on your shoulder, making you jump as you turned around and tilt your head up to meet the tall man. “Y/n…?” He questioned even though he knew the answer. “Y-Yes?” Rindou leans into you and your face heats up for a moment as you feel his breath on your cheek before he whispers “follow me”. You almost didn't hear because of the music but he made sure you followed when he grabbed you by the hand and dragged you to the private room only he and his brother had access to. 

Making your way in, you look around in awe. A spacious room with a glimmering chandelier above you was the scene before your excited eyes. You take in more of your surroundings and you realize just how out of place you seem. Twiddling with your fingers, you look up at Rindou unknowing what to do next. He peers down at you, before placing a hand on your lower back and guiding you to the couch, “Sit here please”. He says giving you a smile that seemed sinister rather than kind and you take a seat trying to fight off the bad feeling you were having.

“Its nice to finally meet you Y/n” Rindou knew he was lying, but he had to remain calm and calculated, watching your every move, eyeing your nervousness as you once again try to flatten the short skirt that's hardly covering your thighs. You gulp, “Yeah, Nice to meet you too Mr. Haitani.” your voice drips like honey in his ears. ‘Mr. Haitani’ huh? He’ll make sure to keep that in mind when he’s training you to be his good obedient slut. “No need for formalities, pretty girl, you can use them.. Later.” It almost sounded threatening, which didnt help your nerves. You didnt have much time to think about it when you heard the door creak open, revealing the tall short haired man that was eyeing you earlier. Rindou stood, striding over to his older brother before whispering a few things back and fourth to one another. 

Quickly looking away, you make eye contact with the floor as you play with the hem of your skirt. You look up when you feel a dip in the couch next to you. “Hey” he sighs out dreamily, laying back one arm wrapped around the couch near your shoulder, the other sitting on his man spreaded lap, far too comfortable, far too soon. “I see you like the outfit I sent you to come here in '' Ran isn't ashamed when he's taking in your figure, wrapped in the tightest, shortest, skimpiest clothes he could find for you.

“H-hello, Im Y/n '' you shudder, wrapping your arms around yourself in an attempt to hide from his unwavering stare. The staring had increased your anxiety, it's not everyday that a person meets someone like the Haitanis. “I know who you are sweetheart, Infact, I know all about you” he looks at your shaken form and continues, “Im Ran by the way, Rindou and I are gonna take care of you, financially and in any way you want, isnt that what you need sweetheart?” You blink and nod slowly at him. “In turn, we want you to ourselves. Do you understand?” He lifts his hand that's near your shoulders and begins twirling your hair in between his fingers. After a few seconds of thinking it over, you ask, “What did you mean you know all about me?” you hesitantly and softly ask your question. Ran looks at his brother, almost ignoring your question, as if they weren't the ones that have been watching you for months now. “Nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about. Be ours.” You notice the dangerous flash in their eyes, they were not asking you, they were demanding. You stand quickly, “Um, I think I should g-” Rindou cuts you off by standing at the door and crossing his arms. “Sit down. Now. I wont ask you twice.” At his tone you shuffle back to your seat, sitting opposite from Ran in an attempt to back away from the men. “Love.. Don't look so scared, we would never hurt you” Ran cups your face gently, holding your chin between his thumb and index finger that were adorned by shiny rings. He rubs his thumb over your cheek while holding eye contact, “We just need you to sign a little paper for us, then you can have anything you've ever dreamed of, isn't that what you want sweetheart?” Ran questions, leaning in closer, holding your gaze. “I- I don't kn-” “Sign the paper.” Ran’s fingers grow tighter around your face. “I need to think about th-” “Now.”

Rindou grabs your hand and puts a pen in it, continuing to hold onto it as it inches near the signature mark. “Right here, pretty girl.” And against your will, with a hand holding yours to sign a signature, you sealed your fate, selling your soul away to the devils in the room.

Ran had called his chauffeur to drive you home, upon the arrival of his expensive car, you weren't expecting them to hop in the back with you. Sandwiched in between the two muscular men, you tried to comprehend and digest what just happened to you. “What are you gonna have me do?” You apprehensively ask the men next to you, getting more anxious when you hear deep chuckles next to you. “You'll see” Rindou hums under his breath and traces feather light shapes with his fingertips on your knee, working his way up your thigh causing your inhale to get caught in your throat.  You’re very grateful when the car screeches to a halt. Quickly rising from your seat, you avoid Ran’s lap and open the door to hop out. Not waiting for the men in the car, you turn your heel and walk to the direction of your door, hearing their footsteps behind you. You go to shut your door quickly but Ran catches it and forces it open. “Its not very polite to slam a door in someone's face princess, but we will work on your manners soon enough.” Ran barked out at you, causing his brother to laugh much to your dismay, feeling the hotness creep its way up your face. “Oh before we forget, we will be texting you tomorrow on your first command”. Rindou added after catching his breath. You went to sleep that night, questioning everything that happened to lead you to this moment of your life. Because of those two, this is gonna be the beginning of your new everything, whether you like it or not. 

The brothers were patient with you, after all, you had been weary of them the first few weeks of being around them. At this point, youve been ‘working’ for them for about 7 months, feeling much more comfortable around them. Taking things slow, they only recently started asking you for kisses, cuddles and comfort after a long day of working. You obliged of course, it wasn't much you had to do for them in the first place. 

Theyve been paying you well, enough to make a living and be able to quit your shitty job. After really getting to know the Haitani’s and their past, they decided to take the next big step in your companionship together, and ask you to move in with them. Hesitant but ready, you move all your belongings into their penthouse and after a few days, you're finally finished. “Phew '', you sigh out, adding the finishing touches on the wall. You back away and look all around you, framed pictures covering the big wall of you and the Haitani brothers and your adventures. You smile contently when you feel an arm wrap around your waist and a few quick kisses on your nape. You giggle at the ticklish feeling and turn around to see Ran looking down at you, in a more intense way than usual. You tilt your head and look at him for a few quiet seconds, “Is everything okay..?” You ask uneasily when his eyes darken. He leans into your ear and lightly laughs, causing shivers to go down your spine, which doesnt go unnoticed by the older Haitani. “Oh its more than okay sweetheart” he rasps out and bites the spot below your ear lightly. His own heart picks up speed when he hears you whimper, blood rushes to his cock at the sound. He needs to hear more. He doesn't give you time to think when you're suddenly being slammed against the wall, a hand gripping your throat and the other grasping onto your waist tightly. He kisses you hard, his teeth clashing against your own and his tongue finding a new home in your mouth. Muffled squeaks and whines are making their way out of your throat while animalistic groans are coming from his. You place your hands against his shoulders and attempt to push him away which in turn tightens his grip on your throat. Heat pools between your thighs as you get light headed from the feeling. He pulls his mouth away from yours, a line of spit connecting you both, to admire the flushed look on your face, and the drool sneaking its way past the side of your lip at his actions. He laughs and lets go of your throat to swipe away the drool, entertained by the way your chest is heaving up and down to catch your breath. Ran pulls away from you completely and you whine at the loss when Rindou enters your vision. “Somethin’ wrong pretty?” He teases taking in your trembling form. The glint in his eye darkens when he sees his pretty angel squeezing her thighs together. The brothers both stare down at you waiting for a response. You look back at them in desperation and embarrassment, they know what you want, they just wanna hear you say it. “I… I want you both” you manage to say between their nearly predatory peering. “Want us how?” Ran questions back. “Tell us exactly what you want pretty girl” 

You whine and through your embarrassment you squeak out “Wan’ to be fucked by you both, p-please.” 

And then it happens. Youre being picked up and whisked away before you even realize whats happening. You squeal when you're tossed in the air and sink into the comfortable couch of the living room.

Rindou’s kissing you now - kissing you in like you were his favorite taste. Drinking in your breathless gasps as Ran begins unbuttoning your top, letting it fall to the floor and- 

“Fuuuck.” he lets out a low whistle, “Come look at this.”

With an almost-annoyed groan, Rindou pulls away from your sweet lips. Eyes widening as he takes in the sight of you - braless, and exposed shamefully in front of both of them, of course. “No bra?” he mutters raspily. “Always knew you were a lil’ slut, pretty.” But you knew by the way his breath hitches that he liked it.

Ran clearly did too as his mouth attached itself to your pebbled nipple, fingers pinching the other lightly. You let out short breathless gasps of air as his tongue swirls around. Rindou throws his head back as he palms his hard on through his pants and groans. He sits between your thighs as Ran lays to your side, continuing his assault on your chest. 

“I bet she’s got such a slutty pussy too Rin” his brother calls out. “Only one way to see” The poor, flimsy fabric of your short shorts didn't stand a chance as Rindou tears it in two. You squeeze your eyes shut from being so exposed, and when you dont feel touches on you at all you open them to see both men staring at your drenched panties in absolute awe. 

“Ah ah” Ran tuts, seeing the way your thighs were trying to close, holding them down he chooses to not let you have even some semblance of dignity. “Youre gonna be a good slut f’us right?”  You nod your head up and down and gasp when you feel a few kisses from between your thighs, inching higher and higher up. “Use your words sweetheart.” Ran tsks from above you. “Y-Yes I will be, please just- please keep going.” You whine, bucking your hips in the air slightly. In another quick rip your panties are discarded off of you, and Rindou taking opportunity of your distraction dives face first into your pussy. He groans at the taste, of course you were so sweet, so good on his tongue. The taste addictive as your fingers quickly pull and tug on his hair. “Shit, shit, shit” you gasp, pulling him harder against you. He moves his tongue easily against your wet cunt, sloppily, uncaring of the sting on his scalp. 

You get lost in the pleasure as Rindou sucks your twitching clit into his mouth to swirl his tongue around it, making your back arch off the sofa. “Hngh- fuck- Feel’s good.” you whine, bucking your hips wildly.

“Yeah? Ya like this?” Rindou attempts to speak, words muffled around your clit. Sucking and rolling his tongue harshly across it. Over and over again.  Your whines and gasps turn into long drawn out moans as Ran unbuckles and unzips his pants. He pulls his cock out and you gawk at his size. Long, with an angry red tip and a pretty vein that runs on the side, you see the precum sliding down the length of it as he grips the base a few times. 

“Open wide f’me pretty” you let your tongue lol out of your mouth as he grips your jaw, lowering his face to meet your own, teary eyed one before he lets a glob of spit fall directly on to your awaiting tongue. “Swallow” He demands as he strokes his shaft a few times and then groans at the sight of you swallowing obediently. He squishes your cheeks and puckers your lips from his tight hold with one hand and holds his cock with his other hand, smacking it against your mouth a few times before he lets go. Having done that, Ran’s stuffing himself into your mouth. A low hiss leaving the back of his throat as you take him so well, lips bulging around his thick cock. Tonguing at the sensitive slit in a way that makes him lose his mind. 

Gags and sputters of your breath are heard as he holds you down, waiting for you to adjust. Big tears prick the corner of your eyes as you breathe harshly through your nose, slowly bobbing your head up and down. “Fuuuuck” Ran lets out a long groan, “You like being our whore doll?” and he swears he almost cums down your throat when he feels you nod against him, continuing to let out muffled whines at Rindou’s unrelenting pace. 

Maybe it was Ran’s filthy words - so filthy even when he was calling to you sweetly. Or maybe it was the way Rindou was grinding his jaw as he plunged his soft tongue deeper into your plushy walls. Probably it was how they both looked at you - like you were their last meal. 

Because you’re cumming, and cumming so messily all over Rindou’s mouth in a long moan that vibrates against Ran’s cock causing him to shudder, and pulling your hair into a makeshift ponytail as he bobs your head up and down.  Rindou pulls away and licks his lips, not bothering to wipe away your cum thats staining his chin and jaw. He pulls down his pants, tugging just enough that his swollen cock springs out, letting his thumb rub against his weeping tip that was dripping all the way down his length. 

And if you thought Ran was being mean then you weren’t prepared for Rindou at all. Not with the way he poked his swollen tip into your snug cunt. Throwing his head back he slowly inches more and more into you, groaning at the heavenly feeling of your tight walls against him. 

“Shit- s’tight, fuck” Rindou lets out a few gasps, jaw clenched, trying his hardest not to just fuck into your overstimulated pussy until you’re drunk on his cock. But damn- its made difficult for him when all he gets in response from you is a choked, wet gurgles. Body bowing into both of theirs as you desperately try to relax both your throat and your cunt.

He tightens his grip on your hips, hard enough that your pretty sure youll bruises tomorrow.

“What do you think, pretty? Want me to fuck this tight lil’ pussy? Ruin you on my cock?” 

Ultimately, the only response he gets is a wet moan.

“Awww, look at her- hah- Cock-drunk little slut can’t even speak.” is the last thing you hear Rindou say as he pushes past your ring of resistance, thrusting in deep and hard into your poor pussy. He pulls back all the way to push back in roughly enjoying the sound of your mangled moans. He hits so deep and angles his cock to hit right against your g-spot. You suck up his cock so fucking sinfully as his heavy balls smack repeatedly your ass, already so wet with your slick and his precum. 

“Fuck, youre so good.” Ran hums, the image of you choking on his cock while you struggle to take Rindou making him dizzy. Rindou continues to reel his hips back, all the way till his tip is just outside of you, before slamming back into your sloppy holes recklessly. Harsh thrusts fueled by the need to make you cum again, this time on his cock. 

Ran taps at your cheek, making you blink your teary eyes up at him, he cant help but want to match Rindou’s pace and pump your mouth full of cum. “Gonna cum all over your pretty face” Ran groans, wrapping his large hand around your throat.

He feels your moans and gasps increase as the sound vibrates around his cock- “Are- fuck- hah- are you close baby?” and all you can do is nod pathetically and cry against him. 

“Fuck, I can feel it too.” Rindou voices from behind, “Squeezin’ me so hah- t-tight” It’s his cue to reach down and start toying with your swollen clit, still so sensitive and sore from before. Drawing little circles on it, pinching with his fingers.

It was hard for them to look at your ruined form, mascara dripping down your face without cumming on the spot, you looked so utterly fucked out that it was almost painful. 

They sped up their pace impossibly fast against you. Rindou’s fingers draw quick circles against your clit, so hard and fast as he hits your g-spot with every thrust he makes. 

“Cmon- fuck- cum for us doll”

This orgasm hits you more intensely than the last. Far more intensely. You tremble in their hold and see stars behind your eyes as you drench Rindou’s pelvis with your cum. You feel them both slam into you, once, twice, before theyre both spilling into you. Ran’s taste is slightly bitter in your mouth, not that you mind when hes pumping thick hot ropes of cum into your mouth, pulling out and watching you drool it out deliriously, smearing some of it on your face with his thumb like the depraved man he is. Rindou is the opposite, keeping his twitching cock stuffed inside of you while he paints your walls white, making sure you dont waste a single drop. 

Eventually they pull out and fall against the sofa with you, catching their breaths and sweating. You're left exhausted against Ran’s arms carrying you as Rindou draws a warm bath for you, falling asleep in their hold as they clean you. You wake up groggy and sore in the morning with a note and a water bottle on your bedside. You didnt feel either brother next to you which wasnt an uncommon occurrence, as they have to wake up at odd hours of the night for club duties. Opening your phone you see a text from Rindou that read, ‘we’re sorry we cant be there when you wake up, but know we have a driver waiting for you outside to bring you here for more fun x’. You giggle at the text and pick out the skimpiest outfit you can muster, one that shows off your bruises, bites and all other marks. 

Arriving at the club you skim your eyes around till they meet Ran’s mischievous ones. You walk over to him and sit on the bar stool next to his, no words are exchanged between you both as you swirl your drink in the glass and tilt your head back to swallow it whole. 

Kakucho and Sanzu watch you closely, admiring the way your skimpy dress hugs against your curves. “Damn.. Who’s she??” The pink haired man wonders out loud. Kakucho looks away, “Haitani’s” Kakucho answers shortly, downing his own shot. Sanzu quirks a brow at him. “Which one? Jellyfish?” Kakucho sighs and looks at Sanzu, “Both of them.”

A/N: I dont think this was stupid or cringe at all, my brother in christ, we shall have a spring wedding, i hope you like this even though i went insane with it <3 luv u 2 ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎, (AND IM SO FUCKING SORRY IM SO LATE)

[srim01997]

The Red Princess & The Green Knight | Gwayne H. X OFC

Paring: Gwayne Hightower x Alyssan Targaryen (OC), Slight Aemond “One-Eye” Targaryen x Alyssan Targaryen (OC), Eventual Gwayne Hightower x Alyssan Targaryen (OC)

Fandom: House of The Dragon (HBO)

Warning: NSFW, Underage sex, Consensual Under Sex, PIV (I age up some character for this chapter; Alyssan and Aegon 16-17 y/o, Helaena 15 y/o, Aemond 14 y/o, Daeron 13 y/o)

Writer’s note: Apologies for my English, as it is my second language. As I translate work from Thai to English, updates may be gradual. I'm Team Black but this knight stole my heart. ;)

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Chapter 4 The Tainted

"Ser Gwayne Hightower of Oldtown,"

The guard announced, and sixteen-year-old Alyssan descended the steps swiftly. Yet she stopped short upon seeing her mother and grandfather already engaged in conversation with the red-haired knight. Steadying herself as a princess of House Targaryen should, Alyssan composed her stride, moving gracefully toward her favorite uncle, now standing before her. The green and gold embroidery of her High Tower dress accentuated her maturing form under the gown.

Gwayne offered her a small, warm smile. “My little princess has grown,” he said, taking her hand to kiss it before they walked together.

“Forgive me for not replying to your letters, Alyssan. I’ve been... rather busy.”

“You’re a knight, Uncle, I understand.” She glanced at him, a hint of curiosity in her eyes. “And Daeron...how fares he?”

“He’s well and quite popular with the ladies,” Gwayne replied, earning a faint, approving smile from her. She leaned in closer, tilting her head playfully.

“The earrings you gave me, I wore them,” she murmured, showing off the delicate silver piece. Gwayne smiled, admiring how they suited her.

“Beautiful, indeed...though your neck is rather bare, don’t you think?”

“The maids tried to dress me up, but the chains were far too thick,” Alyssan replied with a laugh. “So, I left them off.”

In response, Gwayne opened a small box, revealing a fine gold necklace adorned with a deep green gemstone. He stepped behind her, gently fastening it around her neck. His fingers brushed her skin, causing her to start slightly at the unfamiliar sensation. She turned to look at him, her gaze shifting between him and the beautiful necklace he had gifted.

“Thank you, Uncle. It’s lovely.”

Alyssan glanced toward the balcony, catching sight of Larys Strong watching her with a penetrating gaze that sent a chill down her spine. Larys had always unsettled her with his strange behavior around her mother and his unnerving stares.

“Uncle Gwayne...let’s leave here, please,” she whispered, grasping his hand as they hurried away. Gwayne, surprised at her sudden urgency, simply followed her lead. Once out of sight, she took a breath, still uneasy. “I just... don’t like being stared at. Will you be joining us for dinner with mother tonight?”

He nodded. “Of course, my niece.” His hand almost settled on her waist but paused at the last second. “See you tonight, my lady.”

At that moment, they both heard Queen Alicent’s sharp reprimand echo down the hall—Aegon must have found trouble yet again. Gwayne cast her a questioning look, and Alyssan sighed.

“Aegon must have caused another mess. I wonder which maid will be dismissed this time,” she muttered. Her brother’s behavior was infamous; he often took advantage of the castle’s maids, and it fell to their mother to smooth things over, offering coin and apologies.

Alyssan noticed her maid Lyla standing nearby, looking pale. “Lyla? What’s wrong?”

“My lady, I—” The maid stammered.

“I understand, Lyla. Say no more.” Without another word, Alyssan stormed toward Aegon’s quarters, with Gwayne close behind. Finding Aegon alone in his room, she kicked him hard, sending him sprawling to the floor. She pounced, pinning him as he yelped in protest, her grip on his chin fierce.

“I should’ve strangled you with our umbilical cord, Aegon,” she hissed. “Lyla is my maid, not some tavern girl you can take liberties with whenever you please.”

Her grip tightened on his jaw as he squirmed, her voice low and cold. “You’re married to Helaena. She’s carrying your child, for God’s sake. I can’t fathom what our mother and grandfather see in you that makes them think you should be king.”

She released him, turning to find Alicent standing in the doorway, visibly aghast. Gwayne tried to calm her, but Alyssan’s expression remained steely. “Mother, he’s all yours.”

“Alyssan...why is your brother bleeding?” Alicent demanded.

“I merely reminded him to keep away from my maid. Next time, I might cut... his dick,” she said, marching away as Gwayne hurried after her.

As they reached the corridor, Gwayne took her arm gently. “Alyssan, I—”

“I know, Uncle,” she whispered, a touch of resignation in her voice. “Send Lyla back to Oldtown. She’ll be safe there; I can’t bear the thought of her staying here.”

Gwayne nodded a quiet promise in his eyes. She glanced back at him, her face softening. “Sometimes I wish I could return to Oldtown myself. I was happier there. If it weren’t for my betrothal, I’d be gone already.”

“Betrothed? To whom?” Gwayne asked, his brow furrowing.

“To Aemond,” she replied. “My previous betrothed married another... after he got a lady with child. I suppose the match was never meant to be.”

Gwayne laid a comforting hand on her shoulder, his expression pained. Sometimes he wondered why Alyssan, more than any of her siblings, seemed burdened by the twists of fate. She hugged him quickly before running off to her room, leaving him to shake his head, unaware of the quiet gaze watching from the shadows.

Later, Alyssan found herself reading on her balcony, overlooking the training grounds where her maids giggled and gossiped about the knights below. Alyssan’s eyes, however, lingered on Gwayne, his red hair catching the sunlight as he trained with another knight. His linen shirt clung to his form, his chest visible through the open collar, where a chain dangled a ring that she knew belonged to her grandmother.

The red-haired girl bit her lip, lost in watching Gwayne from afar for too long. When he glanced her way, she quickly held up her book to hide the blush rising on her cheeks.

“Is he looking at me, Anna?” she whispered to her maid, who was about her age.

“No, my lady,” Anna replied, stifling a laugh. She had noticed Ser Gwayne walking directly toward them. “I... I’ll go prepare your bath.”

“What’s the rush, Anna—Uncle, aren’t you going back to your training?” Alyssan asked, flustered, as she saw the tall, familiar figure standing right before her. She quickly used her book as a shield, afraid that if she stared at his open collar and broad chest any longer, she might blurt out something embarrassing. Trying to feign annoyance, she turned to leave. “Stop teasing me!”

Gwayne called after her with a chuckle. “I didn’t say a word, Alyssan!”

That evening, dinner with the Targaryen-Hightower family was tense after the day's earlier events. Alyssan and Aegon exchanged glares from across the table, while Helaena sat entranced with a beetle in her hand, muttering softly to herself. Otto Hightower listened to her murmurs, while Aemond ate in silence, seemingly detached. Alicent guided King Viserys to his seat with the assistance of Maester Orwyle, whose gentle touch helped the frail king.

Gwayne joined them, taking the seat beside Aegon, which placed him directly across from Alyssan. His green eyes occasionally flicked toward his eldest niece, especially noticing the pendant resting at the hollow of her collarbone, just slightly visible.

"Gwayne, is the food not to your liking?” Alicent asked, observing the unusual look on her brother’s face.

“The food is fine, sister,” he replied, quickly taking a bite. Meanwhile, he could hear Alyssan and Aegon trading sharp remarks across the table, and he silently hoped they’d get through the meal without any real fighting. Over to his right, he heard Helaena mumble softly.

“The green knight and the red princess dance in darkness.”

Gwayne paid little mind to Helaena’s cryptic words, thinking them merely musings from his quiet niece. The dinner concluded peacefully, and everyone dispersed to their chambers. Yet, the tall green knight found himself wandering the dim halls of the castle, unable to sleep. As he passed Alyssan’s room, he paused, hearing faint sounds from within. Unsure what it might be, he decided to knock gently on her door.

"Alyssan, are you okay?"

"N—nothing, uncle."

"Don't let me—"

The young princess opens the door with a pretty face that indicates that he is trying to hide something to escape the guilt. Gwayne shook her head and walked into her room. He closed the door and looked at his niece with a look of smug.

"I heard something, Alyssan."

"I—I.....," Alyssan looked at her uncle. The girl bit her mouth and spoke out. "I'm just thinking about what it will be like and that I'm going to marry Aemond soon, I don't want the first wedding night between him and me..."

The red-haired princess remembered that when Aemond turned thirteen, Aegon took him to a brothel under the pretext of taking him to open up the experience, so her second brother ran to comfort her in the early morning. In the morning after that, Aegon and her fought, so it was not strange to worry that the wedding night would be a fourteen-year-old's nightmare.

She approached Gwayne before speaking. "You must have some experience, right, Uncle?" she asked without hesitation, as she suspected that the man in front of her, having traveled to another town, had encountered some girls.

The Green Knight was even stunned by her courage to say that. He didn't know what to do, or how to answer the question in front of him, because the person in front of him was his niece, but in another whisper, it said that the Targaryen could still marry a family member. Why can't he do that?

“I thinking about you...” Alyssan murmured to Gwayne, “I thinking about how was I feel when your fingers inside—”

Gwayne didn’t let her finish because his lust clouding his mind already, the copper-haired man kissing her deeply while carrying her to the bed without their lips separating. His hands massaged her bulging breasts under her nightdress until she softly moaned.

Alyssan's slender hands prop up his nape and move down low to feel his muscular mass. She pulled off the linen shirt he was wearing, and her slender face turned red when she saw his beautiful figure as if she was dreaming. She felt his thick fingers thrusting inside her cunt.

His thick fingers made Alyssan tremble with an increased desire that caused her to arch her waist from the bed, his other hand teasing her nipple until it was hardening. Gwayne could feel his cock became harden under his breeches as she made a wantonly sound underneath him.

He couldn’t wait anymore; he took off his breeches. His hardening cock shows up, his green eyes noticed something in his niece’s eyes and said,

“What’s it, Alyssan?”

“I—It’s too big, I think it’s not fit me...”

Her thin lips bit her lips until Gwayne couldn't control himself anymore. The young knight bowed and whispered in her ear soothingly. “Relax, Alyssan. Your nectar was enough for me to slip in.” His hands raised her nightdress until it was above her hip and spread her legs wide, he started slowly thrusting his fat cock inside her.

Alyssan tried to hold her moan down when Gwayne slowly thrust inside hers until reach the hilt, her hands gripped his back while her cunt adjust his fat cock’s size. He started moving harder when she gave a sign to go on until they squirmed with pleasure.

Gwayne raised her legs, put on his shoulders, and start moving harder, he smirked when he saw the face that she made, her wantonly moaning and her wall gripped on his cock tightly like a cocksleeve.

His hand placed on her bulging belly caused her to startle, and he kissed her teary cheek in comfort.  

“I’m so full, uncle”

“Can you stop calling me uncle?" said Gwayne, "When do you call me my name, my little princess?”

“Gwayne....Harder, please?”

When the little princess called him with his name, he started to move harder until the headboard hit the wall hard. His hard movement caused her nails to grip his back hard until made thin red lines. They have nearly reached the climax now, Gwayne whispered in her.

“Let’s cum together, Alyssan.”

The red-haired princess bit on his shoulder hard as she reached the climax and his hot seed released in her womb to the brim, the young princess felt her position change with her body on top of his with their bodies still connected.

"I haven't taught you all yet, Alyssan..." His hands were placed on her hip.

Gwayne watched his little niece who was in deep sleep as they finished many rounds until she was worn out, he didn’t forget to wipe the mess on her body off, put the nightdress, and put the blanket on before walking from her room quietly. The young Hightower hurried to his room, only to find Otto already standing inside. Before the young knight could say a word, his father threw a punch that knocked him to the ground. The father's gaze rested on his son, filled with disappointment.

“What do you do, Gwayne? You sullied your niece!! What the seven hells are you thinking!?!”

The red-haired young knight gazed silently at his father. He had never managed to win his father's approval, as he was not the favored child-like Alicent. His eyes drifted to the King's hand before he spoke.

“Then go and ask King Viserys to arrange my marriage to Princess Alyssan," Gwayne said. "Let her marry me and become the lady of Old Town.”

Otto grabbed his son's collar and said, "You should be modest. You are not worthy of her. Tomorrow, she will marry Prince Amond, not a knight like you."

Gwen packed his things and left King's Landing as Otto ordered. He didn't say goodbye to his favorite niece. He looked at the window of Alyssan's room and saw Alicent enter. Her voice told how much she was furious about her daughter sleeping with her uncle.

Alyssan was deeply asleep after many rounds that she had done with her uncle—Gwayne but disturbed by her mother. Alicent's face was twisted with anger, and her slender hands pulled off the blanket. Her dark eyes saw blood stains that indicated that her brother had taken away his niece's virginity. Along her daughter's throat, there were all kinds of bite marks.

The queen’s hand slapped her face before pointing at her, "Tomorrow you will marry Aemond, I will ask Maester to bring you a moon tea!! You've disappointed me a lot, Alyssan."

The red-haired princess gazed at her mother and said, "I'm not the Aegon you expect me to be; he's more disappointing than I am."

"?!" Alicent tried to calm down from slapping her daughter in the face again. She could only clench her fists before continuing, "Tomorrow you will marry Aemond, don't refuse, or run away, or ask me to give you up to Sir Gwayne, or I'll send you as a silent sister!!"

Alyssan bit her lip as she watched her mother walk out of the room, and three minutes later, maester brought her moon tea. He walked away as soon as he saw his lilac eyes staring at him. The slender hand grabbed the moon tea glass and paused as if there was some thought about it.

Lilac-colored eyes looked out the window before .....

TBC.

[circuitsofgold]

Title: The Admin's Siren

Fandom: Tronverse ( set pre-Legacy. Maybe somewhere during Evolution?? Sometime after the Coup since Rinzler exists. )

Characters: Clu, Dyson, Rinzler, Jarvis, Castor/Zuse, Gem, various sirens, black guard, sentries, and misc programs

Pairings: Clu/Dyson, Clu/OFC, Clu + OFC, Dyson + OFC, Rinzler/OFC

Rating: gen ( smut in later chapters )

Notes: The first chapter has no smut in it. Clu and Dyson are in an established relationship. Everyone else… is not. Chapter 1 is more for setting the scene.

Chapter 1

Opal had been preparing for her first client of the current cycle when she got a ping from Gem. She was puzzled and even more so when she was given the instruction to meet her in Zuse's office. She sighed to herself, having hoped she could avoid the entertainer for at least a few micros. She didn't even necessarily dislike him, he was just a bit much at the best of times.

Well, in any case, best to get it over with. She thought before she found herself in Zuse's office. "Opal, my dear, you look absolutely splendid!" The Entertainer greeted her. Inwardly, she cringed. Outwardly, she smiled and murmured an acknowledgment of the compliment. “You both wanted to see me?

And she thanked The Creator when it was Gem that responded to her query. "Your itinerary has changed, Opal. Your clientele has been reduced to one program." And she noted the look of unease on both of their faces. Something resembling concern and maybe something resembling unease on Zuse's face. What was that about? Sometimes specific Sirens were requested by specific programs, normally ones that knew their clients.

"I'm afraid I don't see the issue. I know we sometimes end up being exclusive to one or two programs. Though I can't imagine that I’ve caught any particular program’s eye." Opal responded as she shrugged, absently going over her clients in her processor to pinpoint any repeat visitors. Maybe it was Dyson, who was fairly infamous for visiting Sirens. "Well, Opal, you've gotten the attention of a particular program who doesn't normally request appointments with Sirens and as far as my processor can recall, has never even bothered with them." Zuse responded as he shifted his weight from one foot to another. Well, that eliminated Dyson, if the program never dallied with Sirens.

"You've been specifically requested by Clu and he'll be your only client for the foreseeable future. Look here." Gem instructed as she passed Opal a tablet. Gem had already brought up Opal's schedule on it and it was in gold where it would normally be white. "I can't edit it either. He's locked it to the point only he can edit it." and there was a note of irritation in the other Siren's voice.

"Someone will be arriving to transport you to Admin Tower shortly. I wish I could tell you what to expect but truthfully I don't know what to have you expect from the Luminary. Just…be careful." Gem warned before she took the tablet back and let Opal be on her way.

—

Opal wasn't sure how long she had been waiting though it had occurred to her that she could have just gone to Admin Tower herself. But if she had been sent an escort than she didn't want to inconvenience programs that she could potentially be seeing a lot of if she'd be working with Clu on a regular basis. She knew of those programs as most all the Grid did. She'd even worked with Rinzler once in the past. That program had been a complete mess.

The ship that came to collect her wasn't Clu's throne ship but it was a red lined one. And then there was him. She knew him even before he derezzed his helmet, Dyson, Grand Marshall of the Grid. The only program that outranked him was Clu himself. Opal had to admit that she wasn't entirely sure what to expect with Dyson.

She was just about to greet him when red lined fingers gripped her chin to tilt her head this way and that. She'd worn her hair up since she didn't know the client’s preferences yet but she could swear she was being inspected. "Hm. I've never had the pleasure of seeing you before. Must be one of Castor's personal Sirens. I hear he does like them pretty. Oh well, I'm to escort you to Admin Tower. Follow me."

Opal was aware of her processor racing before he released her. She allowed a few nanos to calm down before she followed the Marshall into the ship. There were a few sentries on board and she wondered if maybe they'd be better for conversation than Dyson would be. She'd be a liar if their first meeting hadn't been unsettling. For now she'd settle in and wait until they got to Admin Tower. If Dyson had been like this what would Clu be like?

She heard a rumble of thunder before she saw the gold lit Admin Tower in the distance. Well, she'd have to meet the Administrator sooner or later if she was to be working with him for the foreseeable future. May as well get it over with and hope she didn't make a bad first impression.

She followed Dyson out of the ship and into the Tower itself. She picked up on some sort of tension emanating from the Marshall but she wasn't sure if she should ask about it or leave it alone. For now she elected on leaving it alone. Maybe if she could get at just one of his circuits she could glean what he was feeling but she wasn’t sure how that would make him react.

Opal found they were in a very large room with windows at the far end. She noticed holograms of miniature buildings scattered about the floor. She'd like to get a closer look but she suspected this was not the time to do so. For the reason for her being there was seated in the throne in a rather confident slouch.

"Clu, I brought the Siren you requested." Dyson announced as Clu's foot swung over the arm of the throne and onto the floor. Requested? Her processor raced as she tried to remember a time where she would have been in proximity of the Administrator for him to request her but none stood out. Maybe Rinzler had said something? "What's your designation, Program?" The Luminary asked of her which was a simple enough query. "Opal."

Clu stood from the throne to approach her. He stopped a few paces away and even from those few paces she could feel the heat emanating from his circuits. "And you work at the End of Line?" "I do." She responded as he started circling her. He stopped behind her before she felt him undoing her bun, which allowed her pink hair to spill down her back. "Much better. Looks more…natural. Don't you think so Dyson? You're the Siren expert here." She heard Dyson clear his throat."Yes, Sir." The response was short, terse, and full of information.

"Dyson, you're dismissed. I'd like to properly gauge our guest's abilities." Clu just about purred which seemed to settle right into her core. Dyson issued a sound that spoke of frustration and …jealousy? Before the Marshall left. She'd be lying if she had said that she hadn't had fantasies about the Administrator. Is that why she was here? Well, she'd have something to tell her sister Sirens back at the Line if that were the case.

"I'm sure you're wondering what I couldn't say in front of our dear Marshall? Well, you're not here for a quick interface if that's what you're wondering." Opal wasn't sure if she were relieved or disappointed at this revelation. "Sir? Then why am I here?" She asked, when she found herself holding a glass of blue energy. "Simple. You work in the Line. If I had my way, I’d blow the place to the ground and start over. However, as I am constantly reminded whenever I suggest the notion, programs go there to unwind after a hard cycle. Morale would plummet.

"The short of it is, Opal, you are going to be my eyes and ears inside the Club. I don't like setting foot in that place unless I have to. This way I don't have to. You go about your routine for your shift but then you report to me." Opal eyed the energy before she took a sip to not be rude. "So I’m spying for you?" "I'm sure you've noticed how Sirens can seemingly go anywhere they please. No one really questions the whys of a Siren being at any location. Now a Black Guard or a Sentry will certainly attract attention. Even if I thought to send them in a different suit." "And you being in the Line would certainly attract attention, my Luminary? Since you rarely grace us with your presence."

She felt the chuckle she got in response to her quip more than she heard it. "That's one way to put it." He responded as he curled some of her hair about his fingers. "It is rather brilliant. Having one of his own Sirens play the spy. Should have thought of it cycles ago." Having him this close, she felt the heat from his circuits again. The feeling itself wasn't anything strange. She'd been in close proximity with other programs to where the warmth was comforting but this was…

If she didn’t know any better, she'd think he was overheating. She had noticed his rather deep breathing as if it were an effort to cool himself down. Opal wanted to ask but didn't think it was her place at this nano. "You can stay the rest of the cycle and you'll return to the line for your shift the next cycle. Let them think what they want. I'll have… someone else escort you back. I have a feeling the Marshall will be rather unpleasant until I can explain."

And then a Sentry appeared to what Opal assumed was an unspoken summons. "Show our guest somewhere where she'll be more comfortable for the rest of the cycle. Opal, I await your report the next cycle."

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Where We Love It Never Gets Dark - Chapter 21

Pairing: Alpha!Eskel x Omega!OFC

Word count: 1446

Warnings: sexual assault, discussion/threat of future sexual assault, death threats, choking

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The smell was the first thing Rebekah noticed when she finally came to. She didn’t open her eyes right away. She didn’t have to. The pungent alpha stench that surrounded her was one that she would never forget. Sometimes, when she dreamt at night, that smell would flood her mind and she would wake with a start and a strong urge to vomit. This was no different.

Her eyes remained shut as she took note of her current state. Carefully, Rebekah flexed every muscle from head to toe, fighting the urge to wince when she registered the dull ache in her shoulders and the way her entire skin prickled with certain spots on her arms and face going so far as to burn. The memory of crashing through a table flashed through her mind and slowly she was able to piece together a vague recollection of that evening's events. 

It was then she realized that her clothes had been removed and she laid naked on the hard ground, her only protection from the dirt being a moth-eaten linen sheet. She should have been cold but instead a thin layer of sweat covered her skin. Her hands were still pulled tightly behind her back, wrists wrapped in rope and judging by the pressure around her ankles, her legs had been bound in her sleep as well.

Though the familiar alpha scent lingered in the room around her, there was no sign of life save for her own labored breathing. Her eyes slowly blinked open, adjusting to the near total darkness around her. The only source of light came from a series of cracks in the ceiling, outlining what resembled a pair of doors at the top of a steep set of steps.

Her gut twisted uncomfortably though she was unsure if it was from hunger or simply the nausea brought on by the situation. She focused her attention on the sounds coming from the world around her, registering a few bird songs outside and the occasional thumps from the ceiling above her. The air smelled of mold and dampness yet there was also a small hint of fresh forest scent being dragged in by the breeze through the trap doors.

A cellar.  She was being held in a cellar somewhere in the woods. Though she had never been in that particular property before, she had heard enough stories to assume she was in her father’s infamous hunting cottage.

As if he’d been summoned by her thoughts alone, chains rattled, knocking against the wooden door as it was unlocked. The hatch was pulled open and Rebekah had to turn her head away when the sunlight flooded the room, burning her eyes. The heavyset alpha slowly descended the steps, grunting from the strain on his old joints. Rebekah resisted the urge to curl up on her side and cover her modesty as the alpha’s heavy gaze fell upon her, instead tilting her chin up and letting him see the marks he left the night he attempted to end her life.

For several minutes he stood in silence, looking over her body. His eyes followed every scar he’d created all those years before. As he continued to stare, the distinct scent of arousal began to fill the air. Rebekah swallowed the bile that rose in her throat and forced herself to look away from her father’s face. Sure enough, his prick swelled in the confines of his trousers. She should have known the bastard would enjoy seeing the product of his destruction.

“I thought you were my most disappointing child.” He spoke in a lower register than he had had when she last heard his voice, shaking his head as he did. “How wrong I was. Eryk really thought I wouldn’t notice him sneaking around with that poor excuse of an alpha. Thought wouldn’t notice that every omega whore I provided him with during his ruts left this house untouched or that the madams in Novigrad had never so much as seen his face in their establishments. He did, however, never fail to volunteer to travel to Novigrad for business despite never showing any true interest in the family affairs.” The old man scoffed. “Ungrateful is what both of you are.”

He stepped forward, putting his boot clad foot between her thighs and kicking them open. With her ankles bound tightly together, the movement was uncomfortable and she immediately attempted to bring her knees back together. The alpha growled, planting a heavy foot on her lower leg and kicking the opposite knee back outwards. He stepped in the space glaring down at her.

“But then Eryk returned with an interesting story about an encounter with the scoundrel who ruined my reputation and spoiled my daughter for any other alpha matches. He rambled incessantly about the girl who resembled his younger sister. A girl who happened to be with that poor excuse for an alpha and I  knew . I knew it was no coincidence.”

“You sent them after me.” Despite her best efforts, her voice broke, her throat parched from the lack of water for an as of yet unknown number of days.

Her father nodded. “I did. If anyone had discovered what happened that night I would be ruined. I  was  simply going to shut your little whore mouth for good but why waste such an opportunity to make a little coin? What luck do I have that you should go into pre-heat the day you are delivered to me? What luck indeed. You will repay me for all the trouble you caused before I get the pleasure of ending your life once and for all. That is, after I take a few turns with you myself.”

The blood drained from Rebekah’s face.  Pre-heat. She had never experienced it before. The only heat she’d ever had had been with Eskel and she still had no recollection of what had happened during those few days. From what Jaskier had said, it had been so spontaneous that her body had forgone pre-heat altogether.

Though she had no firsthand knowledge, she knew her father spoke the truth. Her skin was too sensitive, her gut still twisted uncomfortably and the room grew continuously warmer as if someone had lit a fire that slowly crept nearer.

Marusza, the healer who’d saved her and shown her the trade, had warned her that it would take approximately seven days for pre-heat to settle in once she ceased taking her daily suppressants. She had taken her last dose of potion three nights before her father’s goons picked her up in Oxenfurt. Because she’d been disrupting her body’s natural cycle from when she first presented, her true heat would most likely take over before dawn the next day, nightfall at the latest.

Without another word, Rebekah’s father unlaced his trousers, taking himself in hand. The knot at the base of his prick was swelling before he even began to stroke his hand up and down. His nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply, his eyes fluttering closed and a low groan escaping his throat. 

Rebekah yanked her feet as hard as she could in her weakened state. By her estimate she hadn’t had any food or water in several days. Mixed with the sedative powder the kidnappers had blown in her face and the fast approaching heat, it made every muscle in her body feel numb.

Though she managed to knock him off balance enough to take a step back, he didn’t stop what he was doing. He held his knot, periodically squeezing as he lowered himself to his knees. He snarled, the scent of angry alpha filling the air with a hint of rut pheromones joining the revolting stench.

“No!” She moved to kick him in the chest but he pushed her legs down and straddled her hips, pinning her down under his heavy frame. Her arms were uncomfortably crushed between her back and the rocky dirt ground, made all the worse by the hand her father wrapped around her throat, leaning his weight forward.

She wheezed, panicking as the flow of air was cut off. Her father resumed pumping his prick, occasionally rubbing against her scared stomach and feeling the ridges on the leaking crown. She struggled as much as she could while the grunts and groans coming from above her grew louder but her body stilled as spurts of warm liquid spilled over her stomach and chest.

Throughout his entire release, he kept his heavy pressure on her windpipe even as Rebekah’s frantic thrashing slowly ceased. Her vision began to blur, pain radiating from the death grip on her throat and within seconds, she was unconscious again.

Chapter 22

[suitofvibraniumarmor]

The American Initiative

Part Thirteen

Summary: Grace Cleveland and Eleanor Baker both thought their lives were over, until they became part of something much bigger – the Avengers. Pairing(s): Clint Barton x OFC, Steve Rogers x OFC Word Count: 1776 Blanket Warnings: Death, mentioned a couple of different ways, but not detailed; canon divergence; more based on Marvel movies. In the infamous word of Steve Rogers, “Language.”

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Gracie.

Her eyes shot open, and her body snapped into a sitting position. After her first good night sleeping in two weeks, it took her a moment to orient herself in that guest room at Tony’s place.

Swallowing hard and blinking a few times, she reminded herself that Joel was far away. She was safe.

“It’s all in my head,” she whispered to herself, throwing the covers back and reaching for a hair tie to throw her hair up off her face and neck.

Even after the walk to the kitchen and a first sip of coffee, Joel’s voice echoed in her ear as though he had been right beside her. Shaking it off, Grace took her coffee and headed for the lab. Tony was already there, and she could feel the tension radiating from him.

“What happened?”

Tony looked at her, and Grace knew that he was contemplating how much to tell her. He hemmed and hawed long enough, Grace threatened to go wake Ellie to read Tony’s mind if he didn’t just come out and say it.

Tony stood from the counter he had been leaning on, sliding a screen from the handheld device to the larger screen in front of them. Grace set down her coffee cup and studied the numbers and information in front of her.

“This is Jarvis’s report on the two serums that you obtained from Joel’s lab,” Tony explained. “Every chemical broken down, how they’re paired, and the root of the serum.”

Grace took in the information as it scrolled, until something caught her attention. “DNA? He sourced the serum from DNA?”

Tony considered her carefully. “His lab is more advanced than we thought. Now knowing what we know, I’m not even sure that the lab you saw is his actual lab.”

Grace’s head tilted. “Whose DNA is he using? Steve’s?”

She had never seen Tony so hesitant in her life. “When you entered the program, Gracie, S.H.I.E.L.D kept samples of your DNA throughout the enhancement process -- both you and Ellie. They wanted to know how the serums were affecting you at as basal a level as possible, especially after Joel’s withdrawal symptoms. It was for study purposes --”

“Whose DNA is it, Tony?” Grace demanded, her hands balled into fists at her sides. “You can tell me, or I can ask Jarvis. You want to make him choose between us?”

“Yours,” Tony answered. “It seems he’s extracting the serum from your DNA samples -- which is why it’s taking so many. This is the original serum, not a poor man’s replication, but in very small doses.”

Grace could feel anger and confusion taking over. “How in the hell would he get that?”

For that, Tony had no answer. Grace thought back over every moment with Joel; a face flashed through her memory, and everything came together.

“Make sure Ellie gets back to the facility okay, would you? I don’t have time to wait for her,” Grace said, making a quick exit back to where she had been staying. She changed quickly, threw her bag over her shoulder, and directed Jarvis to call a car to meet her on the way.

“You’re just going to start walking?” Tony said, grabbing her arm as she reached the front door. “Grace! Stop!”

She turned to him with cold, angry eyes. “No. I started this, and now I’m going to stop it. Call Nick or Clint or whoever and tell them I’m on my way if you have to, but I’m going, Tony.”

He dropped his hold on her and nodded. “Fine. Go. But you’re right, I’m going to call them -- unless you want to tell me what’s going on.”

“Gracie, your car has arrived,” Jarvis announced.

Grace looked at Tony and shook her head. “I’ve gotta go.”

The entire S.H.I.E.L.D staff was on high alert when Grace returned to the facility. Most of the workers stayed out of her way as she stormed in the direction of the medical ward. Nick Fury walked with her, trying to convince her that she needed to stop and tell someone what was happening before she handled things on her own. Before too long, Clint was coming up behind her.

“You’re not going to stop me either. This bitch sold us out, and I will not stand for it,” Grace snapped, continuing on.

Clint reached for her arm, but Grace slipped away from his grip and pulled the gun from her waistband. It was an inch from Clint’s forehead, but he didn’t even blink. Nick held his hands up in surrender.

“Slow down, Cleveland. We’re here to help you. Same team, remember?” Nick said.

“What’s it going to be, Gracie?” Clint asked, not moving but not backing down, either. “You gonna be a team player, or you gonna keep on this path?”

Grace took a deep breath and clicked the safety on her gun, tucking it back into her waistband. “You can follow me in there, if you want, but I’m not stopping right now.”

She turned on her heel and continued on, not caring at all if the men followed her or not. Grace stopped at the doorway of the medical ward, her eyes searching for the target of her angst. When she landed on the particular nurse she was looking for, she charged forward, beelining for the other woman.

In a flurry of action, Grace had one hand at the woman’s neck, another flat on her chest, and took the nurse’s feet right out from under her. Once the other woman was on the floor, Grace set her knee at the nurse’s abdomen.

“Where is he?” Grace demanded.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” the nurse said, tears falling down her cheeks. “Please, Agent. I don’t -- I haven’t done anything!”

Grace smacked her hard across the face. “Next time it’s my fist -- tell me, where the fuck he is!”

The nurse’s tears turned into laughter. “You dumb bitch. You think I’m just going to give him up to you? You think that because he slept with you and was so excited that you were coming back, he gives a shit about you? That what you saw was anything remotely close to what Joel has access to?”

“Shut up, twenty questions,” Grace said, pinning down the woman’s shoulders and getting in her face. “You gave me up so betrayal shouldn’t be that hard for you. You can tell me where Joel is, or you can go with them and let them pull it out of you. What’s it going to be?”

The nurse sobered once again. She had seen, firsthand, what happened when S.H.I.E.L.D questioned traitors. Phil Coulson, Nick Fury’s second-in-command, was a man of mercy, but not when it came to someone who betrayed something he believed in as strongly as he did the Avengers initiative.

“He was in your head this morning, right?” the nurse asked; Grace tilted her head. “Yeah. His enhancement, part of it. He can get into your head. If he can be in your head, he can find you. Where were you this morning?”

Grace started to answer, and then she realized -- the other woman was asking where Grace had been to point her in the direction of where Joel was headed. With a closed-fist strike across the nurse’s face, just for good measure, Grace finally stood and explained.

“She’s working with Joel. She’s how he got the DNA samples of me and Ellie that he used to create his serum -- he knew the whole time I was there that I was already enhanced.”

Nick and Clint’s eyes both grew wide; two S.H.I.E.L.D guards moved in to take the nurse into custody. Grace waited for them to leave, then turned to the two men.

“We need the others. Joel’s on his way to Stark Tower, if not already there.”

Clint looked away shaking his head; Nick gave a single nod and went to round up the rest of the team. Grace was breathing heavy when she looked at Clint.

“What’s it going to be? You gonna tell me I’m not ready, or you going to fight this with me?”

“Gracie,” Clint sighed, hands on his hips, “you know I’m going to fight this with you.”

She nodded and allowed herself a moment of weakness; tears welled in her eyes but she kept them on Clint. He reached out to squeeze her hand, giving her a confident nod.

“Come on. You’re gonna be all right. You’re ready for this.”

“Okay. If you think I am, then I know I am.”

Clint chucked her under the chin. “C’mon, Osprey. Let’s go kick some ass.”

A loud crash woke Ellie from the most pleasant sleep she had experienced in several weeks. She frowned as she sat up, yawning hard and trying to make sense of the thoughts in the house. Tony was, of course, familiar, but there was somebody else there she didn’t recognize.

Slowly, she crept from the room, following the sounds of fighting. Her heart was racing and fear had all but taken over every fiber of her being. Still, she moved towards the fight, if for nothing else than to know what was happening.

Tony was in the Iron Man suit, brawling with the largest man Ellie had ever seen. He rivaled Bruce when he was green, in fact. He wore no identifying uniform or suit, but he was certainly a strong match for Tony.

Gasping when Tony took a particularly hard hit, Ellie ran back for her room, immediately calling back to S.H.I.E.L.D for backup.

“We’re on our way,” Grace confirmed before Ellie said anything. “Can you get to the lab the back way? You’ve got a Liberty Force suit there. Tony always keeps a back-up, of every prototype.”

Ellie was huddled against the wall in the guest room, wishing to God that this wasn’t her life. “Grace, I can’t. You don’t know how big he is!”

“It’s Joel, Ellie,” Grace informed. “He doesn’t want you or Tony, he wants me. All right? We have to stop him. I just need you to hold him, to help Tony, until we can get there. A few minutes at best.”

Ellie took a deep breath and promised that she would try. She set her phone to the side; another loud crash stopped her from getting up. Remembering what Steve had said about facing her problems, she willed herself to get up off the floor and make way for the lab to find the prototype.

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[remcsluplns]

the girl who wins all hearts (and her friend who doesn't)

word count -- 1.1k

warnings - self hate i guess?? sadness?? tears??

"a remus x reader where the reader is sad cause she has a really pretty and funny friend and everyone loves her but dont really pay attention to the reader? and remus comforts her ofc (if you want to!!)"

(i hope i did it justice!)

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Lily Evans was beloved. She was charming, and warm, and funny, and absolutely gorgeous. There wasn’t anything to not like about Lily Evans. But that didn’t make it hurt any less when she entered the room, and subsequently, you disappeared. You’d be sitting with some friends, eating lunch or studying, and you felt liked. You felt like you belonged. And then, Lily would come in, and like you said, you disappeared. And sure, Lily Evans was your best friend. You loved her like the rest of them did. How could you not? Even in a room where she demanded all attention, she was the one who tried to make you feel wanted. Sit down, Y/N! Don’t leave, Y/N! I’ll come with you, Y/N! Unfortunately, it almost made it worse. You’d like to hate such a girl, a girl who every boy in their year would gladly take out, but how do you hate Lily Evans? The answer of that question being that you can’t. In fact, you were sure it was an impossible feat. Even the pure-blood exclusionists would kiss her knuckles if she asked. She hadn’t asked, but you were sure that was how it would go down. With such a friend like this, you eventually have to learn to cope. And you did. You had your days where you honestly thought to yourself, who cares? People still like you, just maybe not as much, yeah? Then there were the other days where you’d rather curl up in a ball and disappear then stay in a room where essentially, you already had. Unfortunately, today was one of those awful other days. You’d been in the common room, joking around with the infamous Marauders, when it happened again. Lily Evans walked into the room, and suddenly she was the only person there. And no, not only just for silly James Potter. Sirius Black immediately stood to help her with her bag. Peter Pettigrew clapped excitedly as he greeted her. Even Remus Lupin, who you had hoped cared more about his studies than the red-haired girl, had a smile on his face when she entered.

She giggled as she sat down (how could she even laugh prettily?), and immediately her eyes found yours. “‘Ello, (y/n),” she greeted, her smile brightening her already bright eyes. It was moments like these that your crazy mind thought that maybe she hated you, and that’s why she did these things. “Hi, Lils,” you responded, pushing such a thought out of your mind. How could you be so jealous? God, you wanted to hit yourself. The next half hour went on as you had thought it would. The boys and Lily chattered amongst themselves, and like always, you were forgotten. Tears stung your eyes as you stood up, and smiled weakly at the group. “I’m a bit tired, I’m gonna head up, I think. Good--,” you were cut off by their eager waving, and James sending you a large smile. “Sleep well, (y/n),” He said cheerily, before averting his attention back to Lily. Always back to Lily, you thought bitterly. You were leaving the common room, and heading down the hall to go outside (you couldn’t go back to your dorm, not when you were crying and your roommates were nosy gits), when you heard a voice behind you. “Wait up, (y/n)!” You heard, and you stilled. Was that…? A large hand rested on your shoulder, and you turned. Remus. He smiled down at you, and you simply glanced at his hand, which he quickly removed. “Sorry, I’m a bit touchy, aren’t I? I hope you don’t mind if I join you, it was getting a bit loud in there for me.” He explained, and you couldn’t believe he was lying to you. You could see it in the way his hands played with themselves, folding and unfolding in front of him. Instead of calling him out though, you shook your head. “I don’t mind at all,” You responded, and the two of you made your way down the hall and outside. The air was crisp, and you wished you had decided on the jeans instead of the skirt. Oh well. Remus led you to a secluded little area between trees, and sat cross legged before you. He smiled up at you, and patted the seat next to him. “Sit down then,” He said, and you stupidly nodded, hands wringing themselves as you sat. Silence settled between you and him, and you felt like crying again. I bet if Lily was here, we’d be talking up a storm. That thought alone made the tears brim, and soon enough, fat droplets slid down your cheeks as your shoulders shook lightly. It took Remus less than a second to notice, and he had pulled you into his chest, hand rubbing your back soothingly.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay (y/n), it’ll all --” He stopped himself, hands stopping as well. “Bloody hell, are you crying because of me? I’m sorry, (y/n), I’m so bloody presumptuous --” You cut him off with a bitter laugh, pulling away from the warmth of his chest. “No, no, not you. Just, I don’t know,” You stared down at your hands, which rested awkwardly in your lap. “I’m just a ninny, is all.” He chuckled at that, and leaned back on his elbows. “A ninny, (y/n)? That’s about the last word I’d use to describe you. What’s the trouble?” He asked, thick eyebrows knitting in confusion. That brought back another sob from you, and you buried your face in your hands. Soon enough, you found yourself enveloped in his arms again. “Alright, alright, stop that, love. Tell me what’s wrong, yeah?” He whispered against your hair, pulling away and tilting your chin up so you’d look at him. “Go on,” He urged, eyes never leaving yours. You pulled away, sleeves brushing away your foolish tears. “It’s just… Lily. You know? She’s so… perfect, incredible girl, I know. And I’m such a fool, such a bad friend, but I can’t help feeling… inadequate, I s’pose,” You spoke quickly, and in a soft tone. Somehow though, Remus understood every word. “You are a fool if you think you’re inadequate,” He replied, frowning at you. You frowned back, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear. “Did you just call me a fool?” He nodded, leaning toward you, his head angled downward. His fingers brushed along your jaw, and your breath caught in your throat as he pressed his lips to yours. He had pulled his lips away, but he was just as close, forehead leaning against yours as your breath intermingled. “You’re an absolute bloody fool if you haven’t noticed how much people adore you. How much I adore you.” This time, it was you who kissed him first.

[multireality]

Mystery

Summary: Negan was a mystery which Lucy was determined to unfold.

Author:  Multireality

Pairing(s): Negan x reader (Lucy, OFC)

Word Count: 1962

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, slight daddy kink, fluff

Author’s Notes: I really liked how this one turned out. Requested by @ask-kakashihatake , hope you all like it. I love writing for Negan!

I hadn’t had much of a chance to experience the new world.

He ruled the new world.

I had lived in Alexandria since the beginning so I was pretty innocent. I had never killed a walker or really been close to one. But I wasn’t afraid, well that’s what I told myself. If I was faced with a walker I could kill it. If I was faced with danger I would react accordingly. Hopefully.

Alexandria gained a terrible atmosphere ever since the events of Negan, especially after he killed Abraham and Glenn. I didn’t know them well but they were nice, good people who always tried to protect our group. Rick our leader was broken ever since that night.

I wasn’t there when it happened, I didn’t leave Alexandria often. I ran the nursery here at Alexandria so I stayed behind. I never got the chance to meet Negan. The infamous bat wielding Negan.

I suppose that was a good thing. Yet it created a mystery about him. One that I wanted to expose.

However, today was the day he was due to come collect his half of our goods that we as a group had scavenged. Even now I doubt that I would see him in person. It was my job to stay with the kids and keep them all quiet and contained. Out of Negan’s way.

Things didn’t go to plan. Well, they didn’t go to Rick’s plan. Negan wanted to explore and therefore took a stroll around Alexandria. He came to a stop when he saw the nursery, his interest peaked.

I saw him through the window. His dark hair slicked back, a black leather jacket adorned his slender yet muscular frame. The infamous Lucille propped on his shoulder in all her glory. A white shirt beneath his leather jacket showed a spattering of chest hair. God was he beautiful. and the beard with a mixture of black and gray made him even more appealing. But he was the danger that I knew I needed to avoid. Yet who could avoid such an exotic creature?

“Now who is this beautiful little thing? I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting you yet, sweetheart.” His deep gruff voice sent a mixture of desire and anxiety to the pit of my stomach. How could a killer be gifted with such grace?

I looked behind me to double check if he was talking to me, and found nobody else who he could have been talking to. This earned me a deep chuckle from Negan, his eyes sparkle with excitement.

“You sweetheart, what’s your name?” he asked again.

“Lucy” I spoke, trying to sound calm, and certain.

His face hardened and his shoulders squared. His entire posture went rigid. What did I do wrong? Then his posture relaxed and his face softened his eyes shining once again. This man was crazy. But was it the good kind of crazy?

After my encounter with Negan, he demanded that I come and live with him at the sanctuary stating that the nursery there needed someone like me. He didn’t leave me with a choice, it wasn’t my decision if I wanted to go or not. It was his. Negans.

That was around about four months ago. Time was a puzzle in the new world. It was almost non-existent. Nobody cared what time it was or how many days had past, just that they made it to tomorrow alive.

Negan and I had developed a strong bond over time. He was protective over me and therefore I was protected within the sanctuary. But I didn’t really need protection most people liked me as I did my part – I took care of the kids and therefore helped many of the saviors when dealing with their infants and teens.

I was simply minding my own business, exploring the sanctuary even though by now I knew it like the back of my hand when Negan came sauntering down the corridor. We were usually very friendly but recently we have been arguing, all because of his wives. I didn’t like that he had them or that he forced them to be there in a passive progressive sort of way. Even though he claimed he was innocent.

We’ve had many heated arguments over the past couple of days about his wives. Usually ending in him telling me I have no control over what happens in the sanctuary and I am simply a guest who someday won’t be needed. That’s what hurt, we bonded yet still he spoke about me as if I was replaceable.

“Hey sweetheart” he spoke as soon as he saw me. I simply ignored him and kept walking, avoiding eye contact in order to escape as quickly as I could. “Oh, come on, sweetheart. You still mad at me?” his playful tone was noted on my behalf.

“I don’t have anything more to say, Negan. You do what you want to do.” I replied. He was walking next to me now following me where I was walking, his body millimeters from mine.

“Come on baby, you know I didn’t mean what I said. It was just me being me.”

“As I said you do what you want to do Negan, I’m done playing these games with you”

“Baby don't be like this you know you mean more to me than any of them.”

“Sure I do. Actions speak louder than words Negan.”

It had been a couple of days since I last saw Negan, I knew I liked him and he liked me but I wasn’t going to compete with five wives. If he wanted to be with me he had to be with only me. Which in my opinion wasn’t asking a lot from him.

I was laying on my bed in my room reading a book I stole from Negans collection when a knock at the door broke me of my concentration.

I made my way over to the door and opened it to be greeted by Negans megawatt smile beaming down at me – since I was about a foot shorter than him. “Hey, doll.” He spoke confidently trying to contain his smile yet failing miserably.

“Hi” I replied in confusion.

“I got something to tell you doll, can I come in?”

“Um… sure"

And with that he strode into my moderately sized room – it was nicely decorated due to whenever Negan went on runs he brought me stuff to decorate and furnish it with. His tall frame made my room look smaller than it was in reality.

“What did you have to tell me Negan?”

“Well, you know those fucking wives that you don’t want around? Well, I got rid of them. Just me and fucking you now sugar.”

My mouth fell open in surprise at his news, did he really do that for me? I guess he deserves more credit than I give. I mirrored his smile and hugged him so tightly, I was surprised he could still breathe.

“I told you Lucy, baby. I’ll do anything and everything for you.” I pulled back from our hug and leaned up to press my lips on his, the kiss sweet and passionate. He pushed me back so that I was laying on my bed, while he stood looking down at me.

He stripped of his white t-shirt and jeans, leaving him in black boxers which kept him concealed from me. The smirk that was etched onto his face was dangerous as he tilted his head to the side – a silent command for me to get undressed also. I stood up and pushed him back, giving me room to undress. I pulled the white t-shirt that I had on off revealing to him my pale blue lacy bra that I had acquired after Negan went on a run and allowed me to have the first pick of his finds.

I began unfastening my jeans when he slapped my hands out of the way – a sign that he wanted to do it himself. “Let daddy open up his fucking present doll.” He spoke in a lust filled voice which caused my insides to tingle and my things clenched together to alleviate the pressure building in my core.

He yanked my jeans down my body and lowered his body with them as he inhaled deeply at the apex of my thighs. Now millimeters away from my drenched core. My matching lace blue panties were ripped from my body by his bare hands. “Sorry doll, I’ll find you some new ones.” Was his simple excuse for his impatience.

I pushed him on the bed this time and looked down at him. I slowly pushed down my panties and unhooked my bra leaving me bare for him. Ready for him to claim.

“Doll, you got to hurry the fuck up. I’ve been a patient man for four months. I need you fucking now.”

With that, he kicked off his own boxers and sighed at the alleviated pressure off of his throbbing erection. God, he was big. Intimidatingly big. He saw me looking at his with apprehension, “Lucy, baby, we’ll take it slow, okay? Nice and fucking slow.”

I climbed onto the bed and straddled his hips, his large cock pressed up against my core. I raised myself up and placed his throbbing tip at my entrance and slowly slid down on him. Once I was all the way down my breathing was heavy and coming out in harsh pants trying to accommodate to his large girth.

He tilted my chin up and made me look at him, our eyes meeting caused me to relax and allowed my walls to relax around his cock and make it more comfortable. “You’re so fucking tight baby, so good for daddy” he spoke in a strained whispered.

I lifted myself up slowly and then dropped back down suddenly which caused us both to gasp in delight. I continued this rhythm while he whispered filthy things in my ear as well as praise which sent tingles straight to my core.

The coil in my stomach was tightening and I needed to find release. Negan suddenly flipped us over so that he was on top and began mercilessly pounding into my tight heat. He held my hand above my head and lay his weight on me as his thrusts were short and hard. It was incredible.

He lowered his hand to my clit and began rubbing figure eights which caused me to moan and mewl. Shaking in delight.

The only sounds that could be heard in the otherwise quiet room were the slapping of skin and our mixed moans and breathless pleas as we united as one.

The coil in my stomach exploded as white bursts of light cloaked my vision. Negan continued to pound into me chasing his everlasting release. “Oh god, baby, you feel so good. My gorgeous girl.” He sped up his brutal pace and finally, he exploded inside of me as he shouted “mine” in ecstasy.

And he was speaking the truth – I belonged to him and he belonged to me.

We lay cuddled together on my bed as we soaked in the remaining bliss. I was tracing his tattoo on his chest with my finger as he nuzzled his face into my neck. He raised his head and tilted my chin up so that I was eye-level with him. “I love you” he spoke sincerely and it was my turn to show him my megawatt smile, “I love you too, Negan”

We lay together for hours, holding each other. And the last words I heard before I fell asleep nestled against Negans neck were the hushed murmurs of “I love you, Lucy, I won’t ever leave you.”

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