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DP X Marvel #26

Danny didn’t really think it through. In his defense, there weren’t a lot of guidebooks titled “How to Deal with the Psychotic Future Version of Yourself You Accidentally Redeemed But Are Still Terrified Of.” Jazz suggested therapy. Sam suggested containment. Tucker suggested launching him into deep space. Danny, brilliant and seventeen and sleep-deprived after three days of babysitting a now mostly-reformed Dan Phantom, decided, “Screw it,” ripped open a portal to another dimension, and told him to “go make friends.” Dan grinned, sharp-toothed and wicked, and without hesitation dove through the swirling green and blue mass of unstable ectoplasmic energy.

Thus began the Marvel Universe’s greatest headache.

The first incident happened barely four hours after Dan’s arrival. New York woke up to a brand new urban legend: a demon with burning blue eyes and silver-streaked black hair beating the living shit out of Shocker in the middle of Times Square. People recorded it, of course. Viral videos showed Shocker screaming, running, trying desperately to aim his gauntlets while Dan literally phased through every attack like he was swatting a mosquito. Somewhere in the footage, Dan shouted, “C’MON, MAN! HIT HARDER, YOU’RE EMBARRASSING YOURSELF!” before drop-kicking Shocker into a halal cart.

The Avengers noticed. Specifically, Spider-Man noticed, because Peter Parker had never been so personally offended by something in his life.

“He’s stealing my bit,” Peter whined to MJ later, scrolling through TikTok and watching the mysterious “Blue Devil” bodyslam the Rhino into a GAP storefront. “That’s MY thing. Wisecracking and beating up guys in animal costumes.”

MJ, deadpan as ever, didn’t even look up from her book. “Maybe if you hit the gym once in a while, you could still compete.”

Elsewhere, S.H.I.E.L.D. was losing their collective shit.

Nick Fury reviewed the footage with the grim severity of a man preparing for war. “I want every available agent tailing him. Find out what he is, what he wants, and for God’s sake, do not engage.”

Unfortunately, Dan had other plans. He wanted engagement. Constant, chaotic, no-holds-barred engagement.

When the X-Men tried to approach him peacefully—because, to be fair, a floating, smirking, six-foot-seven superpowered anomaly screamed “mutant”—Dan responded by challenging Wolverine to a fistfight in the middle of Central Park.

“You smell angry,” Dan said, cracking his knuckles and grinning wide. “I like that. C’mon, Knives. Show me what those claws can do.”

Wolverine, never one to back down from a challenge, growled and immediately lunged. It took six X-Men to pull them apart. Logan was half in love and half homicidal.

Jean Grey, massaging her temples afterward, sighed, “He’s not a mutant. He’s something else. Something… worse.”

Meanwhile, Dan wasn’t picky about his opponents. Hero? Villain? Civilian? If you looked at him wrong, he was ready to throw hands. He got into a screaming match with Daredevil over a parking spot. He suplexed Deadpool into a dumpster for calling him “Discount Nightcrawler.” He made Venom cry after a fifteen-minute insult match that Eddie Brock would never fully recover from.

The Fantastic Four tried to reason with him.

“We can help you,” Reed Richards said, voice patient like he was talking to a rabid cat. “We have resources—”

Dan blew up the top three floors of the Baxter Building and left a sticky note on the ruins that said, “UR WELCOME - D.”

The thing was, Dan wasn’t evil anymore. Not really. He wasn’t trying to take over the world. He wasn’t murdering anyone. He just had a lifetime’s worth of rage, grief, and unresolved abandonment issues—and no idea what to do with them except get into constant, escalating, deeply unnecessary fights.

It got to a point where the heroes started treating Dan like a natural disaster.

“Code Blue,” a harried S.H.I.E.L.D. agent barked over comms one afternoon. “I repeat, Code Blue! The entity is currently body-slamming Juggernaut through Grand Central!”

Cap sighed, already pulling on his shield. “Alright, team. Let’s move out.”

Black Widow holstered her guns. “At least it’s not another alien invasion.”

Thor, cheerful as ever, grinned. “I relish a good battle!”

Hawkeye muttered, “You relish being concussed.”

Dan, for his part, loved the attention. He loved the chaos. He loved the feeling of letting loose in a world that could actually handle him, where nobody flinched when he punched through a concrete wall or melted a tank with a blast of pure ectoplasmic fire.

He was happy, in his deeply deranged, borderline-psychotic way.

That didn’t mean he was easy to deal with.

After Dan singlehandedly wrecked a Hydra base (“I was bored, okay?” he said when the Avengers confronted him), Tony Stark decided to try a different tactic.

“Look, Big and Blue,” Tony said, lounging on the ruined remains of what was once a cutting-edge jet. “Ever think about channeling that rage into something… productive? Like, say, joining the Avengers?”

Dan blinked, actually considering it for a full five seconds.

Then he laughed so hard he almost dropped a car on Tony’s head.

“Me? Work with you guys? Under orders? Are you high, Tin Man?”

Steve Rogers, exhausted and already developing a migraine, tried. “You could do a lot of good—”

“I am doing good,” Dan said brightly. “I’m keeping you on your toes. No need to thank me.”

“You broke Clint’s arm last week,” Natasha reminded him.

“He’ll live.”

“He was trying to give you a granola bar.”

Dan shrugged, utterly unbothered. “He looked suspicious.”

The closest thing Dan had to a friend was Deadpool. Not because they got along—they didn’t, not even a little—but because Deadpool was the only one insane enough to keep up.

They had a rivalry. A bloody, chaotic, absolutely incomprehensible rivalry that involved prank wars, bar fights, and one extremely regrettable karaoke contest that left three bars in ruins and a citywide ban on musical gatherings involving either party.

“I hate you,” Dan snarled once, pinning Deadpool to a wall after a four-hour chase across Manhattan.

“I hate you more!” Wade screeched back, thrilled beyond belief.

“Great! Friends forever!” Wade cackled.

Dan screamed into the void.

Meanwhile, Danny Fenton was back in his own dimension, blissfully unaware, telling Jazz, “See? Everything’s fine.”

Jazz, reading a news article titled “Unknown Supernatural Entity Causes $3 Billion in Property Damage, Punches Doctor Doom in the Face” quietly considered strangling him.

Eventually, the heroes adapted. Dan was like bad weather. You prepared for him. You kept an eye out for ominous blue clouds and spontaneous outbreaks of screaming. Sometimes he helped. Sometimes he made things worse. Mostly, he made things interesting.

There were even betting pools.

“Fifty bucks says he crashes this gala,” Sam Wilson said, tightening his bowtie before a high-profile Avengers event.

“Hundred says he wears a suit to crash it,” Bucky Barnes added, deadpan.

“Two hundred he punches Tony before dessert,” Carol Danvers said, sipping champagne.

Dan did crash the gala. In a tuxedo.

He punched Tony before the entrees even made it out.

By then, nobody was even surprised.

The turning point came when Galactus tried to devour Earth (again). The heroes mobilized. Big stakes. High drama. Apocalyptic dread.

Dan showed up in the middle of the chaos, lazily floating beside Captain Marvel.

“Hey,” he said, tilting his head at the giant cosmic entity looming in the sky. “I’m gonna punch that.”

Carol, blinking, said, “You can’t just punch Galactus.”

Dan, already cracking his knuckles, grinned. “Watch me.”

And then he did.

Nobody knew how. It defied physics, logic, and every law of reality. But somehow, Dan punched Galactus so hard the giant stumbled, clutched his jaw, and left.

There was a beat of stunned silence.

Deadpool clapped. “THAT’S MY BEST ENEMY!”

Thor dropped his hammer.

Tony sat down on the ground and decided to reconsider all his life choices.

Steve very seriously said, “We are never letting him leave.”

Thus, against all odds, Dan Phantom—the violent, chaotic, semi-redeemed ghost of a now-erased dystopian future—became an honorary Avenger much to his own dismay.

He didn’t exactly follow rules. He certainly didn’t behave. But when Thanos invaded three months later and Dan showed up by suplexing a Leviathan out of the sky and riding it into battle like a demented cowboy, nobody complained.

Well. Except the Leviathan.

In the end, Danny was right.

Everything was fine.

If your definition of “fine” included a psychotic ghost terrorizing both heroes and villains equally, destabilizing multiple governments, and becoming a beloved menace.

But hey. Could be worse.

At least he wasn’t totally evil anymore.

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heavens-devils · 16 days ago

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I Hate You

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x female reader

Era: I honestly did not have a specific season in mind

Summary: You and Daryl are tasked with executing a supply run. The two of you are known to disagree and not get along, so Rick thinks this is a great opportunity for the two of you to become civil.

Warnings: Smut, rough sex, domination, swearing, masterbation, and slight violence

Word Count: 6,794

"You two have got to learn to get along eventually." Rick declared, marching behind you as you began to storm away from the male in an act of frustration.

You and Daryl had been known to bicker and disagree with one another. The biker easily got on your nerves, often causing the two of you to begin pointless arguments. If Daryl thought a bed should be situated one way, you always challenged his judgement. If you believed that a specific movie was the funniest of all time, the brunette would always scoff in disbelief before further explaining why that was the stupidest thing he had ever had the misfortune of hearing. It seemed as if almost everyday, the two of you could be found screaming in each others faces and calling one another cruel designations and offensive names. Carol had always claimed it was due to how similar the two of you are, and she believed that eventually, you two might become the closest of friends.

That statement always seemed to piss you off.

"You really think that sending the two of us out into a town infested with walkers is really that good of an idea?" You asked the sheriff as you spun around in disbelief. "We're going to get each other killed! Either that, or we're gonna kill each other."

Your features displayed a mixture of skepticism and perplexity. Your eyebrows were draw together, forming a slight wrinkle between your brows. Your eyes were dark, lids opened wide, and a demeanor of pure frustration glazed your vision with shock. Your lips hung open and your jaw was slack as you glared at the officer before you, your mouth ajar in anticipation as you awaited the males future statement.

Rick chuckled lightly under his breath as his eyes met the ground, laughing at your immature declaration. He did not understand why the two of you had loathed each other from the very beginning. You both were two of the best fighters the group contained, the pair of you were strong, determined, and often mysteriously silent. From the outside, one would believe that the two of you would make a perfect team.

"Look Y/N, we need someone who is quick and reliable to adventure out there and collect more supplies. And it would not be a wise choice to send either of you off on your own. You should always have someone accompany you incase of an emergency." Rick explained.

In all honesty, the male had mainly paired the two of you together in an attempt to spare the rest of the groups ears from the irritating sound of you two fighting everyday. Rick was hoping, practically praying, that some alone time would cause you two to bond. He intended for this trip to bring an end to your rivalry and possibly form a civil relationship between the two of you. However, he would never admit it, and his previous statement seemed the most realistic and believable.

And you fell right into Rick's trap.

You knew the sheriff was correct. You were aware of how thorough and dependable both you and Daryl were. You understood that you would be quick and Daryl would be a worthy protecter as the two of you scavenged for supplies and fought walkers.

About thirty minutes later, after some complaining and protest from Daryl, you were strapped to the back of the bikers motorcycle, flying through the empty, desolate streets. Prior to finally departing from the prison, the two of you had gotten into multiple disagreements. The first of which regarding the logical reasoning behind using Daryl's loud and attention capturing motorcycle as the vehicle of choice. And the other argument focused on attempting to persuade Daryl into using a different weapon, something you determined more close range and sturdy compared to his signature crossbow.

Throughout the motorcycle ride you two shared, every little incident and event had managed to piss you off. The way Daryl's greasy, dirty, and honestly disgustingly smelly hair continuously blew through the wind and proceeded to slap you across the face every five seconds angered you. The large amount of walkers his obnoxiously loud bike attracted to the narrow, barren road upset you. And simply the fact that you had to wrap your arms around the brunettes waist as he controlled the vehicle filled you with frustration. Every little thing this man did seemed to get on your nerves. Even the way he breathed throughout the trip seemed to piss you off.

You were displeased with the fact that you had to basically cling onto the biker for support. The last thing you wanted to do was hold the mans torso within your grasp. You hated the fact that your fingers clenched onto the thin fabric of his shirt and the reality that you often found yourself resting your head upon his upper back in order to avoid the gruesome attack of the wind. And deep down, you knew that Daryl was enjoying every single moment you were forced to rely upon him.

And the truth was, that he most definitely was savoring every moment of this ride. The male loved to irritate and antagonize you every way he could manage. He knew that every moment you spent grasping at his waist, forced to practically cuddle up to him, was driving you borderline insane.

After the two of you had sailed over the fifteenth bump scattered across the road, you had reached your limit. You could no longer handle every little infuriating action achieved by the brunette. The biker had appeared to deliberately drive across every single bump and hole he spotted within the road. And every time the motorcycle road over any sort of obstacle, your body began to uncontrollably bounce upon the seat of the bike, almost flinging you onto the pavement below.

Once you had finally crossed over the last bump, causing you to almost lose your tight grip upon the bikers waist, you finally exclaimed your thoughts.

"Stop! Stop the motorcycle!" You screamed into Daryl's ear as you yanked onto the leather of his vest, your best attempt at capturing the bikers attention.

The action of you suddenly tugging upon the male's clothes had caused Daryl to slightly jerk backwards. The fact that you had purposely pulled at the biker caused his hands to slightly falter upon the handle bars.

You heard the male mutter something along the lines of "Oh my fucking God." And "This stupid bitch." As he began to ease the vehicle to a halt. His words of anger almost made you slap the brunette right across the face. However, you still maintained some sort of self control and decided against that option.

Once the motorcycle came to a complete pause, the engine died down, and the biker placed the vehicle within a comfortable parking position, you practically flew off the seat, attempting to escape from the situation as fast as you possibly could.

You were swift to exit the seat of the bike, and once your shoes had successfully collided with the concrete of the road, you began to march back in the direct you came from. You did not grant the male with a singular explication for your gesture as you strode down the road in frustration. Although the pair of you were being very loud, your yelling combined with the previously continues roar of Daryl's bike, you did not spot a single creature lurking upon the edge of the surrounding forrest.

"Hey!" Daryl called after you, his heavy boots slamming against the ground as he followed behind you in a mixture of confusion and anger "Where the Hell do ya think yer goin?!"

After little to no contemplation, you decided not to admit any sort of confession to the biker as you continued down the desolate road. You had determined that any exchange of words or admission of your thoughts would simply cause an argument.

The reverberating sound of Daryl's footsteps chased after you as he seemingly attempted to escort you. The male was silent, not allowing any sort of claim to escape from his lips, but that didn't take away from the fact that you continued to perceive his frustrated and vexed grunts and huffs as he trailed behind you.

Most of your attention was focused upon the wilderness surrounding you, concentrating on deciphering any sort of clue that could possibly be caused by a lingering, unseen predator. Most of your awareness was absorbed with the task of remaining on guard and constantly informed. Due to this element, you had not perceived just how close the brunette had advanced upon you.

Whilst you were silently eyeing your surroundings, repeatedly flicking your concentration from one side of the road to the other, Daryl was adamant on catching up to you. He was dead set on forcefully ripping an explanation from you, one way or another. Your blatant disrespect and disregard of his inquiry had only made him much more irritated. The male could not fathom exactly why you had ignored him, and it was honestly very annoying and upsetting. Maybe even a little bit hurtful. But instead of confronting his emotions calmly and relaxed, he had quickly decided that the more bold and rather confident route was to replace his feelings with rage and fury.

The biker replaced his previous fast, short steps with rather long strides. He was determined to catch up to you, and he thought the perfect moment to execute his plan was when you were too busy focused upon the possible threats surrounding you and your survival. He swiftly advanced behind you, utilizing three, lengthy steps in order to arrive only about a few inches behind you.

He observed the back of your frame, the way your hair swayed when you walked and the manner in which your hips swung with every step you took. Every little feature about you in that moment only fueled his wrath; the way your arms dangled at your side, your confident movements, and most of all, your complete ignorance and disregard for Daryls entire existence, just completely and utterly infuriated the male.

Suddenly, you felt a group of warm fingers wrap around your wrists. The grip was tight, almost painfully so, in an attempt to control and dominate your movements. An almost inaudible yelp escaped from your lips as the brunettes digits made contact with your skin. His grasp was slightly painful, pinching your flesh beneath his clutch.

Using his current authority over your body, Daryl utilized this moment to force you to turn towards him. You were suddenly yanked backwards. You had almost no time to defend yourself as you were both swiftly and forcefully spun around. The biker had used a powerful amount of force to firmly make you face him. You were quickly turned upon the heals of your shoes until you were face to face with the biker.

You were suddenly met with the male's expression of fury; Daryl's brows were furrowed, his lips were pulled into a tight, thin line, and a thin coat of light garnet glazed his features, due to his intense amount of outrage and displeasure.

Daryl now had a firm grip upon both of your exposed wrists, his thick fingers wrapping all the way around your thin arms until the tips of his digits connected. The biker was currently shaking you before him, using the strength within himself to jerk your body back and forth, almost as if he was attempting to knock some sense into you. The two of you were so close, you could practically smell the scent of cigarettes lingering upon his breath and the smell of motor oil varnishing his figure. If you had truly desired, you were close enough to launch your head forward and slam your forehead against the males, in an attempt to escape his grasp whilst asserting your dominance. However, you decided against this idea, quickly coming to the conclusion that such an action would only exacerbate your current predicament.

Originally, you had predicted that Daryl would just drive off in a fit of rage once you had successfully dismounted his vehicle. You had previously believed that he would simply leave you to walk back to the prison on your own. He did not seem to care much about your survival before, so when the current events unfolded, you were both surprised and stunned. This was not what you had expected at all, and the reality of the situation was borderline frightening.

Frightening, yet somehow appealing.

The way the biker manhandled you and controlled you with his own strength caused a mixture of emotions to flow throughout your body. Feelings and sensations you had not experienced in a very long time.

The fact that you were feeling this way towards someone you had previously despised, and honestly currently still hated, made your anger intensify. You were extremely upset that a man you disliked so deeply could make your knees suddenly weak, your panties instantaneously soaked, and cause your entrance to clench with desperation. God, it made you want to grab the biker by the collar of his shirt and either break his nose or fuck him senseless.

"I said, where the Hell do ya think yer goin?" Daryl repeated, his tone quiet but his voice stern as he did his best to burry his seething anger.

Due to a mixture of Daryl's firm statement, his dominating control over you, or the displeasing emotions you felt within that moment, you felt your body suddenly freeze. It was as if a spell was cast upon you. You were frozen, unable to move, unable to think a singular thought, and even unable to breath. You had transformed into a deer within headlights as you stood before the male, motionless and frightened.

Maybe it was due to the fact that you had been focused upon surviving for such a long amount of time, that you had completely forgot what it felt like to want sex so desperately. Or maybe it was just the reality that you had not had each and every congruent thought within your brain fucked out of you in so long.

In an attempt to run from your suddenly outrageous emotions, you gained control over your body once more, escaping from the previous trance of fear the biker had situated upon you. You began to squirm within his grasp, attempting to wriggle your wrists out of his possession as you fought against his intense grip.

"Daryl, let go of me." You exclaimed, your words sounding small and impotent as they tumbled from your lips.

Suddenly all of the previous anger and confidence you had possessed evaporated, and your words were reduced to a weak plea. This was completely unlike you; typically, you were assured and stubborn, often facing your problems with determination and courage. However, in that moment, it felt as if you had been transported back in time, returning to a scared, young girl as your parents yelled at you.

Although you were fighting with all of your might and strength, you still were unable to free yourself from the biker's grasp. You were no match against the grown mans strength, and as much as you tried, you had failed to even slightly escape from his grasp. Instead, the bikers firm clutch only tightened, causing a slight whimper of pain to escape from your lips once more.

In order to regain your attention, to capture your wondering gaze, the brunette executed one final jerk, pulling you forward with force before basically shoving you backwards within a second. His grip did not falter throughout the entire ordeal, not even for a second.

And it appeared as if his attempt had succeeded. He had regained your attention and you were suddenly motionless once again. The slight sense of fear permeated your body as you frozen before the male. Every attempt at trying to escape had came to a halt. You ceased your struggle, terminated your previous endeavors, and swiftly concluded your frantic efforts.

You were terrified of meeting the biker's gaze once more, scared of the probable expression plastered upon his face, and petrified of the idea of the events to follow. However, you could not fight your natural instincts to connect your vision with the brunette as your eyes began to automatically wander back up the males frame.

Your view, beginning upon the dusty ground below you, previously focusing upon every little pebble and grain of sand as a distraction, began to slowly trail across his worn boots. Your vision examined the tattered leather of his shoes, perceiving every frayed crack and ragged particle that had been strained into the shoes over time. You wondered what had caused each and every scrape and cut upon his boots, contemplating the idea of the male frantically fighting zombies or spending hours working upon his motorcycle beneath the blistering heat of the sun.

Your focus migrated from the bottom of his frame as your vision danced up his lengthy legs. Your eyes were met with the sight of the torn jeans the male was supporting. Similar to his signature boots, his pants were not in very good shape. His trousers were torn and littered with holes, most likely as a result from his many hours of strenuous labor and arduous work. Although you would never admit it, you had always been fascinated by the idea of the brunettes legs. You had never spotted Daryl supporting any other form of bottoms father than his jeans. You often found yourself pondering upon the thought of what his legs looked like beneath his clothes.

Your vision traveled from his legs towards his broad chest. Although the male was supporting many layers, including a tattered shirt and his signature leather vest, you could still easily examine the outline of his toned body. You often wondered how exactly he managed to survive the extreme heat whilst enduring the variety of clothing articles he wore daily. His shirt was tight against his chest, his upper body easily filling his top in a rather flattering manner. Furthermore, every ounce of his exposed skin was covered in a layer of thick, gleaming sweat. The veins littering his arms were pulsating and the exposed flesh upon his neck was varnished with a layer of shinning liquid.

Before reaching the destination of the biker's face, your eyes couldn't help but glance down towards the grip he had executed upon your wrists. His knuckles had transformed into a light white hue compared to the rest of his tan skin, due to the sheer amount of force he was executing upon your limbs. The veins adorning his hands were easily visible, pushing against the barrier of his skin as his palms remained firm.

Finally, your pupils examined his face. The same expression of anger remained apparent upon his features. His lips were tight, clamped shut as if he was attempting to hold something captive within the confines of his mouth. His thick eyebrows were drawn taunt, pushed so close together they were almost touching. And his irises exuded a pure aura of rage. His pupils were dark and blown wide. If this was another circumstance and literally any other male had stood before you, a part of you would have believed that he was supporting a countenance of desperate, passionate, lust.

The dark look within the biker's eyes, the red hue glazing his skin, and the expression of pure confidence and determination only further reminded you how desperately you wanted to be fucked.

However, your vision quickly resorted to a detail you had almost previously missed. A small feature that you had quickly over looked just moments prior.

It had appeared as if the situation had finally claimed Daryl as well. He was alone in the woods with an admittedly beautiful and young women, someone he could easily drag and yank around, and the sound of your muffled whimpers as you fought against his grasp had finally taken control of him.

Daryl was hard.

It was a feature you had almost previously missed, due to his baggy jeans and the rather captivating circumstances. However, it was undoubtedly true. The waist of his pants were much tighter against his body compared to the rest of his bottoms. Whilst the legs of his jeans were much more oversized and loose fitting, the waist of his trousers were much tighter and filled in. A rather impressive tent had formed upon his groin as he stood before you, appearing as if his erection was fighting against his zipper for any form of freedom.

Daryl quickly noticed your attentive gaze focused upon his concealed member, and whether it was out of embracement or a mixture of desire and desperation, the biker began to yank at your wrists once more.

The male started to drag you back towards his motorcycle, and you attempted no sort of fight to oppose the brunettes actions. There was only two sensations currently coursing through your entire being:

The first of which being fear. You had no idea of the bikers current thoughts. You were defenseless against the large male before you. As he practically dragged you back towards his bike, you were very aware of the reality you were currently faced with. You were suddenly terrified of the idea that Daryl could hurt you, leave you stranded, or even kill you, and no one would ever know. You couldn't deny the intense emotions of fright and slight terror controlling every single one of your thoughts. Almost every single notion that is, except one.

The second of which being arousal. You had no idea of the bikers current thoughts. You were defenseless against the large male before you. As he practically dragged you back towards his bike, you were very aware of the reality that you were currently face with. You were suddenly excited of the idea that Daryl could pleasure you, dominate you, even fuck you, and no one would ever know. You couldn't deny the intense emotions of arousal and excitement controlling every single one of your thoughts.

Luckily enough, the second option of the pair ended up being the correct feeling.

Once the brunette had successfully hauled you back to his motorcycle with extreme force, he place you before the tail end of the bike. There was a minuscule moment where you wondered what exactly was about to happen. The biker was placed behind you, excluded from your vision, and his current thoughts were completely unknown to you.

You silently observed the view of Daryl's motorcycle in front of you. Your eyes wandered across every inch of metal, momentarily concentrating upon the worn leather of the seat, and utterly captivated by the way the sun shone across the vehicles black paint, expelling bright rays of light off of the object.

However, the moment quickly came to an abrupt end as both of the males hands suddenly let go of their previous authority and domination upon your lower arms. The bikers right palm quickly traveled down towards the small of your back, his finger tips gliding across the fabric of your shirt before arriving upon your lower spine.

His left hand danced down to the outer edge of your hip, firmly grasping upon the fabric of your jeans. His grip upon your waist was not as forceful and powerful compared to the previous clutch he had upon your wrists. However, the same sensation of dominance remained.

Using the strength within the palm splayed across your lower back, the biker easily push your body down into a ninety degree angle. His hand effortlessly controlled your upper body, shoving your chest downwards until both your clothed breast and the skin of your face met the worn leather of his bike seat.

The material was warm against your features, the heat of the dark leather pressing against your characteristics only furthered your emotions of arousal and sensations of excitement. As your head remained squished against the vehicle, the only view your eyes encountered was the wilderness surrounding the pair of you. The environment was quiet, the trees were still, and there was still, somehow, not a single creature within sight.

The hand Daryl had placed upon your hip remained firm, his fingers were tight against your waist in an attempt to keep your body both stable and steady as he altered your position.

The way the biker effortlessly moved and adjusted your frame caused your body to instinctively become frantic and desperate. As your ass remained in the air, you attempted to relieve any form of pressure from in between your legs. You pressed your thighs together, wriggling your lower body in an attempt to achieve even the slightest bit of pleasure. It had been so long sense you had felt this worked up and aroused that you found yourself acting like a horny teenager. Your movements were desperate, your entrance was aching, and your mind was filled with dirty and depraved thoughts.

As you stood defenseless below the male, you experienced a brief moment where you pondered upon the events that were about to unfold. A part of your mind was focused upon how wrong the situation was, how much you despised this man and previously believed that you would rather die a gruesome and painful death than ever participate within any sort of sexual act with the brunette you determined your enemy.

However, both dominating and destroying every logical thought within your brain was the loud and overpowering sound of your mind screaming: "YES, YES, YES!"

For a while, the only sound that entered your ear canals was the echo of the male fumbling with his belt, the sound of metal clashing together and the resonance of leather sliding against his jeans. You eventually heard the indication that the brunettes belt had been successfully removed, as the sound of both his leather belt and jeans hitting the ground below him entered your head. You felt the warmth and rough skin of his previously preoccupied hands return to your lower back. He swiftly tucked the tips of his fingers below the waist band of your jeans, sliding his digits beneath your bottoms until they were snug between the fabric and your skin.

You waited in excruciating anticipation as Daryl hesitated once more. His painfully slow movements and borderline teasing gestures were only further frustrating you, constantly reminding you how much of a stupid and bad idea this was. You hated this man, and you were willingly about to let him become the first person to fuck you in God knows how long. Every ounce of hatred you had for the biker suddenly reappeared, crashing down upon you like a wave as his nonexistent movements teased and tortured your desperate body.

Suddenly, his soothing, raspy voice was expelled into the previously mute environment surrounding the two of you as he finally spoke.

"Do ya wan this?" He inquired.

For the first time in history, the mysterious bikers voice did something to you. You had never exactly perceived just how gruff and honestly attractive the brunettes voice was. Your entrance clenched once more in response to the males statement, and all your mind could focus on was the slight possibility of hearing one of the bikers raspy, deep grunts escape the chamber of his mouth as he fucked you relentlessly.

You shook your head up and down against the rough leather seat of the motorcycle, signaling your agreement. Your nod was quick and frantic, a desperate attempt to get the biker to begin and stop teasing you.

Although the biker thoroughly understood your silent statement, he needed more. He deeply desired to hear you beg and plead for his aching member. However, although he was unwilling to admit it, you could have claimed he was a "stupid bitch" and you could have been as mean as you wanted to in that moment, and he still would have obeyed to his natural instincts and fucked you relentlessly, out of pure desperation and necessity.

"I need tah hear ya say it." He added, his eyes heavy as he stared down at your thin frame below him.

The way you appeared before the male was absolutely astonishing. Daryl had never once considered you as a desperate or weak individual, he had only ever seen you remain confident, calm, and controlled. However, there you were beneath him, rubbing your tights together in desperation, your back arched in anticipation, and completely under his control. He had never seen you so distressed and desperate before, and the view of his hard cock only inches away from your clothed body, twitching and throbbing in anticipation, only made him want to bury his dick inside you without waiting for any sort of response.

You rolled your eyes in frustration as once again, every ounce of hatred you had towards this man returned to you. You knew what he was doing, patronizing you until you were practically putty within his hands. And you couldn't believe that his constant teasing and irritation was actually working, it was making you even more desperate for the mans cock.

You spoke your desperation and agreement once more, an action you would have never previously carried out if it hadn't been for how desperate and needy you were for any sort of pleasure within that moment. If you were within your right state of mind, you would have flew up from your position, punched the biker in the face, before driving away and leaving him stranded. However, it was as if you were currently stuck within some sort of desperate state, and you would do anything to get fucked in that moment.

"God Daryl, just fuck me. Quickly, before we're eaten alive." You exclaimed, pausing for a short moment before continuing. "Please..."

The final addition of the word "please" was a measly attempt to persuade Daryl. You were not the type to beg or plead, however, every single porn you had ever viewed within your life had suddenly entered your brain, causing you to beg Daryl in an attempt to gain his agreement and further arouse him.

And thankfully, your strive had succeeded. The sound of you, someone who had previously never given the male the time of day, begging for his weeping cock sent a shiver down the bikers spine. Your desperation for his dick, the tone of desire lacing your voice, and the notion that he had gained full authority and dominance over you sent the brunette into a frenzy.

He was quick with you, taking your statement extremely serious. Without even bothering to unbutton your jeans, the male's large hands latched around your waist band before yanking your pants down. Suddenly, your nearly bare ass was exposed to the chill atmosphere surrounding you. You felt as if you were on display, naked and needy just for the stupid, annoying biker behind you.

Daryl didn't even bother with removing any other article of your clothing, he simply pushed your panties to the side, shoved your shirt farther up your back until the skin of your torso was also exposed.

The biker brought his right hand down to his throbbing cock, rewarding himself with a few, tentative strokes as he absorbed the exhibit before him. As much as he wanted to digest the memory of your exposed, desperate, trembling body as much as he possibly could, for later use of course, he knew he would have to pick up his pace.

The brunette was aware of the extreme situation the two of you were placed within; a zombie could appear at any moment, attracted to your loud actions and noisy expressions, and end both of your lives. He was aware of the reality that the two of you still needed to acquire supplies after this and return back to the prison at a reasonable time. Additionally, the biker did not want to finish too soon, before the fun had even started.

Once both of his palms returned to your now exposed hips, Daryl slowly brought the tip of his cock down to your aching entrance. He teased your hole slightly, tracing his head around your desperate cunt whilst collecting as much liquid as he possibly could. Such actions caused a frustrated groan to escape from your lips as you pressed your ass backwards towards the brunette, attempting to signal both your annoyance and desperation.

He allowed his member to smoothly enter you utilizing a singular, rough thrust.

You let out a hiss of slight pain once the male had successfully entered you. Although you were thoroughly a mixture of both wet and slick to the touch, it had most likely been months, maybe even a year, sense you had received any sort of action similar to this. Your walls were tight, and your entrance was even more tense, and the sensation of the males thick cock stretching you open caused a strike of pain to web throughout your lower body.

However, the pain quickly diminished and swiftly altered into pleasure. The fact that the biker was so rough with you, simply chasing after his own pleasure out of pure desperation, made the experience ten times more attractive. The reality that Daryl both easily and rather aggressively entered you without a singular thought regarding your physical state caused your body to perceive any sort of sensation as pleasure.

The sheer tightness of your hole could have caused Daryl to finish right there and then. However, he fought his instincts of chasing easy pleasure in order to appear much more attractive and manly than he really was in that moment. He would have been extremely embarrassed if he had spilled out it into you within one second, and he knew that you would never let him forget it.

"F-fuck." The male mumbled as he slowly pulled his hips backwards, suddenly moving at a much more leisurely pace than before.

Daryl's cock was thick and pulsating, throbbing with every slight movement as your walls squeezed around him. He was large, and he was filling you to the brim. If you hadn't been so debilitated with desire and pleasure, this moment might have been much more painful and agonizing. However, due to the circumstances, the biker was stuffing you and stretching you in all of the right aways.

His excruciatingly slow movements were an obvious attempt at trying to contain himself. And as both hot and complimenting as that fact was for you, you desperately needed the male to begin to move at a quicker pace. You needed to cum, and you knew that any sort of movement would have made this experience ten times more pleasing than it currently was.

"Faster." You instructed, your words vibrating against the seat of the motorcule.

And as much as Daryl wanted to defy your command and do as he wished, to dominate you and remain in complete control of the situation, he could not seem to control both himself and his instincts as he began to pick up speed.

With every snap of his hips, your walls caressed his shaft, causing the two of you to moan without shame. Whenever the biker would thrust his hips against your own, your body would propel against the motorcycle beneath you, causing every metal and fabric to rub against your skin as the vehicle fought against your weight.

He was quick, and so were you. If the circumstances had been different, this whole situation would have been almost beautiful. The two of you would have gone much slower, absorbing every slight ounce of pleasure each of you received as your insides wrapped tightly around the male. You would have allowed the brunette to move his body in a much more gentle and deliberate manner, to truly feel just how every ridge and curve of his cock danced against each surface and crevice of your entrance.

Your walls began to tighten around the males member as you felt him twitch within you. As much as you hated to admit it, you were close. It had been months sense you had last received any sort of pleasure, and the manner in which the motorcycle rubbed perfectly against each correct spot upon your body as the male slammed into you only brought you closer and closer to the edge. And honestly, you had no idea when you would receive any sort of action like this again, you were unsure when you'd be able to pleasure yourself once more, so you were honestly in quite a hurry to finish.

Furthermore, Daryl felt the exact same way. In all honesty, the way your hands grasped at his torso and every bump you hit during your previous ride only made the males cock strain against his jeans with more and more desperation. Your tight, slick walls brought him closer to his finish with every slight movement he achieved. Simply breathing seemed to send a wave of pleasure coursing through his veins.

"S-say my name." He stated, his voice gruff as he ended his sentence with a slight grunt.

The sound of his raspy voice and his slight accent almost pushed you over the edge. The way in which his dick vibrated when he spoke and his palms shook as he thrusted into you only intensified your pleasure.

However, your anger towards his self centered statement kept you grounded. As attractive as it was that Daryl seemed to pay no mind to your pleasure, only focusing on his own satisfaction and utilizing your body as a method to achieve his goal, you still could not deny the slight anger bubbling within you. You were completely aware of the reality that exclaiming the bikers name as you reached your conclusion would only further inflate his ego.

"Im n-not saying that." You responded, suddenly fighting every ounce of pleasure coursing through your body in order to not finish in that exact moment.

However, Daryl would not take no as an answer. He needed to have complete authority over you, to dominate you and practically mark you as his own territory. After all of these months, every time you yelled at him and patronized him, he needed to be in control.

"Say it." The biker reinforced, picking up speed in order to successfully persuade you.

His rapid and desperate actions did earn a few moans from you, however, you focused more of your attention on ignoring the male, hoping that would just make him forgot about the whole topic. However, your attempt obviously failed as he pushed the palm of his right hand into your back, forcing you further against the metal vehicle below you.

The male's actions caused your frame to become further pressed against the bike. Your chest was squished against the hot metal, your cheek became compressed against the worn leather, and the way your abdomen became smooshed against the motorcycle only intensified your pleasure.

"Say it!" He shouted, his tone angry yet authoritative.

You couldn't fight your own body and natural instincts anymore. His rough and dominant pace pushing you over the edge, causing you to finally give into his command.

"D-Daryl!" You cried, your entrance pulsing around his member.

A wave of complete and passionate pleasure erupted throughout your body. The pressure previously building within your lower abdomen finally detonated as you came around the male's cock. Your entrance repeatedly throbbed and palpitated against his thick member as your legs began to quiver. You let out a string of curses and moans, exclaiming your pure delight and satisfaction as you came. It had been so long sense you had been pleased in such a manner, your body could not handle the sheer amount of pleasure as you came like you had never before.

Not even a second later, Daryl pushed his hips as far into you as he could possible manage before he allowed himself to finish within you. You felt a warm sensation fill your lower body as the male let out a few, deep and rough grunts. You felt his member twitch violently within you as he came to a slow halt.

Once the biker had finished, he steadily pulled his cock out from within you, and even the slightest bit of motion caused the two of you to release matching yelps of pain.

As you remained compressed against the tail end of the bikers motorcycle, your legs shook and your breathing was rapid as you came down from your previous high of pleasure. No longer clouded with desperation and inferior judgement, you contemplated the events you had participated within only moments prior.

"No one can ever know about this." You stated as stared off towards the empty, silent, wilderness.

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon twd #twd #the walking dead #daryl #daryl x reader #daryl dixon the walking dead #twd daryl

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ladyloveandjustice · 1 year ago

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Yuri Manga for New (AND Not-So-New) Readers

I was talking on discord about some good yuri for beginners, and figured I'd repost here.

I get way more detailed some of these recommendations in this post, and there's great recs from another person too! Check it out!

I'm doing this accounting to various tones and tastes, so what works as a beginner yuri for one person might not for another, just read the info to figure out what your jam is.

I'll put a star by the ones about adults (which is the majority of them) since I've found that's always something people want.

Goodbye my Rose Garden (Victorian yuri about literary ladies w/ beautiful art, just beautiful all around)*

How Do We Relationship? (messy adult relationships and lots of actually realistic intimacy)*

She Loves to Cook and She Loves to Eat- (A woman loves to cook but doesn’t have a huge appetite, only to find the woman next door to her does! She cooks for her and they really start to bond over food and the trials of being working adults. Yes, this is the one where the woman googles lesbian. It's really good)*

Bloom into You- a common go-to yuri for beginners for a reason, about a girl who believes she can't fall in love meeting a girl who wants to date her specifically BECAUSE she can't fall in love. Find out more about it and hear my thoughts here. It has a gorgeous anime that doesn't cover the complete story.

Doughnuts Under the Crescent Moon (sweet office lady romance, ace rep) *

Love Bullet (After dying tragically without a chance at romance, a girl is assigned to be a gun-toting "modernized" cupid...and if she can get enough people to achieve romantic happiness, she earns a chance to live. This is really fun, action packed, full of bold characters, and with a touch of bittersweetness and tragedy. Physical release happening.)

Catch These Hands! (These two women were delinquents and rivals in high school, they meet up again, one reveals she was always into the other, she challenges her to a fight on the condition that if the other woman loses she'll date her. Lots of slapsticky fun and great for any lover of girl delinquents)*

Run away with me, Girl (there's some abuse shown in this one, but it's a story about healing, the premise is these girls dated in high school, but one of the pressured herself "normal" and marry a man, that man turns out to be abusive, so when the former lovers reunite, they decide to run away together. It's got beautiful art and a well done story)*

The Moon on a Rainy Night (absolutely spectacular, explores the relationship between a hard of hearing girl and her closeted classmate, the characters are complex and the writing is so good!)

Kase-san And...- Starting with Kase-san and the Morning Glories, this is a very fluffy and sweet high school romance. It also has a short movie. (as the manga goes on they become college students, too)

The Two of Them Are Pretty Much Like This (slice of life about a voice actress and anime screenwriter who live together as a couple. Unfortunately the ending is a bit abrupt (and likely premature) but I love their relationship)*

My fave Otherside Picnic is great for scifi and (mild) horror lovers. It's Scifi creepypasta adventure yuri. It's a slow burn but does truly spectacularly deliver on the gay. Has an anime, it's not great, you should start with the novels. Wrote an article here. https://www.animefeminist.com/how-otherside-picnic-masterfully-uses-horror-to-explore-abuse-and-show-healing-queer-love/ *(v young adults, college students)

The Guy She was Interested in Wasn't a Guy at All: (A web manga about a girl who works at a record shop. Her classmate , Aya, wanders in but doesn't recognize her because she has her hair hidden with a hat and is wearing a face mask, and Aya assumes she's a guy. They bond over music and slowly start to get closer...and Aya's finds her heart is fluttering not only over this mysterious boy, but her female classmate that seems a lot like him...) It's got a physical release too!

This Monster Wants to Eat Me: (A depressed girl who's been searching for death gets approached by a mermaid who wants to eat her...but the thing is, our monster mermaid is a gourmet who wants her to be as delicious as possible, which means she's going to make her happy first (as apparently that enhances her flavor), and fight off all the other monsters who want to kill her. This is TOP TIER yuri horror and a must read for any lover of monster girls, especially monster girls drenched in the blood of their enemies, it's so good)

I Married my Best Friend to Shut My Parents Up (girl and her friend get married simply so her parents will stop bugging her about being single. You can probably guess where it goes from there) *

I Married my Female Friend (similar premise, except no parents involved, it's a platonic marriage they both agreed to with the promise they'll divorce if one of them falls in love. But one woman has decidedly not platonic feeling for the other that she's hiding from her, so things start turning a bit romantic...the ending is a little rushed but good)*

Whisper Me a Love Song: (A girl named Himari sees her upperclassman, Yori, perform with her band and falls in love with her music. She confesses her love of Yori's music, and Yori mistakes it as Himari confessing to being in love with her. Yori falls head over heels at first sight. (if you don't like miscommunication, dw this is cleared up fairly quickly and new drama ensues) Has an anime covering early material)

Monthly in the Garden with my Landlord* (it didn't really hit with me but I might give it a shot again, it's solid despite the terrible title, a woman moves into a house and finds she'll be cohabitating with an idol) (Some more titles I haven't fully read that could appeal: Still Sick*, Cheerful Amnesia*)

Hana and Hina After School: (a cute three volume about a gyaru and shy girl working together at a shop after school and catching feelings)

After Hours: (A cool punk girl meets a girl who's been abandoned by her friend at the club, and she introduces her to the world of DJ'ing...and romance!)*

My Cute Little Kitten (two roommates adopt a cat...and maybe fall in love?)*

I think all of those work as solid intro- though it does depend on what flavor you're looking for!

This article also covers some of these recs and some manga I didn't mention due to not having completely read it. so check it out: The Beginners Guide to Yuri Manga.

Here's some titles to try when you're a little more familiar with yuri (or you can try them now! I'm not your boss!)

SHWD (action yuri that's finally got a full physical release, featuring extremely muscular women fighting monsters. I think it was forced to end prematurely too)*

Kiss and White Lily for my Dearest Girl: (The main storyline is about two academic rivals, where one is determined to rank first in class, and the other is an effortless genius who becomes intrigued at the possibility of someone beating her. Honestly they have the kind of messy combative sexual tension I wish we'd see more often in yuri because it's so good. The story follows other couples too. However, big warning for some nonconsensual kisses in early volumes, and a storyline in volume 7 that has implied incest and an age gap, though the older sister doesn't go through with it onscreen).

Sweet Blue Flowers/Aoi Hana- (This one is a little bit dated, and boy is the ending weirdly paced, but a lot still holds up imo. A painful and sweet coming of age tale, it also has an anime that's good but ends too soon.

One teenage characters backstory involves some very heartbreaking statutory rape/csa that's also incestuous (older cousin). The perpetrator is extremely manipulative and she even pulls the "oh no did I turn you gay? thing" but it's definitely framed as a bad thing.)

The Summer You Were There: (For tragic and doomed yuri lovers. A deeply depressed girl starts her journey to healing thanks to a girl who courts her and enjoys her writing. Unfortunately, said girl is terminally ill. The manga is a heart wrenching meditation on grief, redemption, and how being sick doesn't mean you can't still be loved).

Yuri is My Job- a story about messy lesbians in a yuri-themed cafe, and how their real relationships differ from the personas they put on. Read more about it here. Big warning for sexual assault of a minor (by an adult villain) in volume 12. Has an anime covering early material.

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mimble-sparklepudding · 4 months ago

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OC Asks In The Library.

A little list of OC Asks based on various literary genres.

Action and Adventure:

Is your OC particularly "heroic"? What does that word mean to them? Have they always seen it as something to aspire to - or perhaps as a fate to be avoided?

Does your OC enjoys travelling to new places and challenging themselves with new experiences? Or would they sooner stick to the comforting and the familiar?

Is your OC more likely to be the rescuer, or the one in need of rescue? Have they ever found themselves in either role? Or perhaps both?

How dynamic is your OC? Are they quick to leap into action? Or are they more sluggish or sedate?

How handy is your OC in a fight? Could they give a good account of themselves in a brawl? Or are they more likely to hide under a table?

Romance and Erotica:

Does your OC utilise their looks to get their own way? Or is it more often the case that their appearance is a hindrance to their ability to connect with others?

Has your OC always had a clear idea of the kind of person they would fall in love with? Were they right? Or do they have yet to find out?

How much interest does your OC take in the love lives of others? Are they keen to give and receive the latest gossip? Or do they prefer remain unaware of other people's business in that regard?

How important is it to your OC that they are desirable? Does it matter to whom?

Has your OC ever dreamed of being a romantic hero or heroine? What would be the ideal storyline in which they could play such a role?

Crime and Mystery:

Does your OC enjoy puzzles, riddles and logic problems? Or do they find them frustrating or tiresome?

Is breaking the law sometimes justified in your OC's view? Or is this something they would consider only under the most dire of circumstances - if at all?

Has your OC ever uncovered the truth behind a mystery or rumour? Have they perhaps solved a murder, discovered a lost city or translated a prophecy?

If your OC was the victim of a crime, or other immoral act, would they report it to the authorities or would they take it upon themselves to enact vengeance?

Is your OC open about their past and their current motivations? Or do they prefer to keep an element of mystery - or even to appear as someone entirely different to who they truly are?

Humour and Satire:

Is your OC a "good sport"? Or do they bristle at the first sign of disrespect or mockery? How far can people go with teasing them?

Does your OC have any favourite clean jokes, suitable for polite company? Are they considered to be particularly witty and amusing socially?

Is your OC the sort of person to find slapstick amusing? Or do they prefer more sophisticated forms of comedy?

Does your OC like to tease or mock others? Do the targets of their jokes usually find it amusing themselves? Or are they often cruel or bullying in their attempts to humiliate others?

How good is your OC at recognising sarcasm and/or irony?

Young Adult and Children:

Did your OC have a favourite bedtime story as a child? Do they remember it clearly now?

Does your OC come from a culture where there are rituals or celebrations to mark the transition from childhood to adulthood?

How old would your OC say they were at the point their childhood ended? Do they consider this too soon? Or perhaps too late?

Does your OC prefer happy endings? Or do they consider themselves too sophisticated - or perhaps cynical - for such things?

Was there a fictional character, perhaps from a story or legend, that had a particular impact upon your OC as a child? What was it about them that was so inspiring for your OC?

Science Fiction and Fantasy:

What is your OC's greatest hope for future generations?

Is your OC particularly imaginative? Could they imagine what an different planet might look like for example?

Has your OC ever undertaken a specific quest or mission? Did they succeed?

Does your OC value the journey, or are they purely focussed upon the destination?

Is your OC the sort to throw themselves into battle on behalf of the oppressed or downtrodden? Or would they only help others if it benefitted them in some way?

#OC ask list #OC ask meme #oc ask prompts #oc ask game #character development #character inspiration #ff14 #oc questions #character asks #oc development #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv oc #ffxiv wol

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mentioned-rat-bastard · 3 months ago

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Game balance is overrated in ttrpgs, as transcribed from a discord rant I had.

Modern D&D and kin (theoretically) want player characters to be like, roughly as good at the narrow thing the game is about. Combat. For games that are super narrow this can actually make sense, but it depends on a number of things and notably, clashes with the idea of "roles" altogether.

So like, in D&D 5e, a party of adventurers encounters combat problems and has to deal with them. There are a bunch of roles, but because they are all almost always valid for the problem at hand, a party can easily be all wizards or something and do really well. Everything fits in the square hole.

Is this a problem? Well, idk, is the game meant to challenge? If you want challenge to be a primary lense through which players interact with the system of roles in character creation, this is a problem. D&D doesn't because the adventurers are meant to win and because classes are flavor for how they win. Hogwarts houses, if I were to be so derogatory.

So I look at it like this, if there are multiple roles in a challenge game, I want them to be very different, and I want them to be essential to one another. If being essential and different are the goals, balance actually isn't up there. There are a lot of ways this can be done. Old school dungeon crawlers are a great example, where the task at hand, dungeon crawling, isn't as narrow as combat alone, and so different classes are made to engage with different aspects of it. Its pretty intuitive, down to the fact that fighters are the fighting class.

The power of PC tools can be greater the more narrow they are. Eureka is a great example of this. Monsters are so so good at murder, but that's such a specific tool. An investigator being optimized for something doesn't mean they can plow through a mystery on their own, as a matter of fact in that game it probably means they will have to rely on others more to account for the stuff they're shit at. What does have to be balanced carefully in Eureka is options for IP generation, because it directly affects investigators uncovering the mystery in more or less the same way regardless of what kind of investigator they are.

That is to say, balance is a thing that matters only in contexts where everyone is mechanically doing the same thing. And moreover, if they're not always doing the same thing, then having things be imbalanced in the rare instances they decide to is very narratively interesting.

#ttrpg #ttrpg design #Games Mentioned:#d&d 5e #eureka: investigative urban fantasy

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ourg0dsal · 2 years ago

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Gideon Nav CANNOT Die. Hold on- I know... but give me one second and I'll explain.

So, as I said before Gideon Nav cannot die, or at least her body can't. Cause clearly (spoiler warning) Gideon Nav died at the end of Gideon the Ninth. There is no avoiding that.

But! If you have read all the books GtN, HtN, and NtN including all of the accompanying short stories (tho I will admit I have not read The Mysterious Study of Dr. Sex yet) then there is a better understanding of the timeline of the whole story outside of just what the three main books give you. Specifically and especially with Gideon's body. But also there are many times In Gideons life were she has faced near death events or events that she should not have survived from and still was breathing on the other side.

To go in chronological order of these events, when she was first born she was found in a container held by the air depraved suit of her mother. And while ofc In the book it does state that her mother had redirected her air supply to Gideon, but it is simply being stated to cover all my bases.

Then the 200 sons and daughters massacre when Gideon was 1 (or 2 im not sure) when she inhaled poisonous air without dying. Which led ofc to the Reverend Mother and Father fearing the ground she walked. And this is a big one because, it literally creates waves in the plot. It's a defining point of Harrow and Gideons relationship. That Gideon did not die when she was supposed to.

Later in the story Gideon talks with Pal when she believes Harrow to be a murderer and openly admits to him that "she nearly killed me a half dozen times growing up" which obviously in context was to emphasize on the brutal relationship between her and Harrow. But this could also be other times where miraculously Gideon survived death when she shouldn't have. Because as we know from the first confrontation between Harrow and Gideon. Harrow doesnt hold back for her.

Finally of all the events where Gideon escapes death, this one actually happens within the main story of Gideon the Ninth. When Harrow siphons from Gideon to retrieve one of the challenge keys. And at the end when Gideon passes out, it is narrated ""ha-ha," said Gideon, "first time you didn't call me Griddle," AND DIED." Now, this could obviously just be the snarkiness of Gideon narrating. Or something incredibly clever left behind by Tamsyn Muir for a book series that is so clearly meant to be reread. But ofc to do my rounds the next line after does state "well, passed out. But it felt a hell of a lot like dying." But then immediately after "wake up had an air of ressurection." Which honestly feels like Tamysn Muir teasing the readers at this point. The question then becomes rather, which one was the tease and which one was foreshadowing/ evidence.

Now the point of listing all of these events is that in all of these cases the chances of death are so incredibly high that for most its a miracle she's alive. Ofc most notably for the siphoning trial and the poision gas, but none the less there is proof within the written story and and out that Gideon has looked death in face and moved on with maybe a headache. And it wasn't just in her child hood this is something she can just do. Some recreated in the written story! Because as Pal said. Even with the siphoning challenge done perfectly the chances of leaving Cam with severe brain damage was far to high. And Gideon didn't even suffer that.

Sadly, despite all these Gideon gets to the final battle and fights Cytherea and does die. At the hands of a particularly pointy fence. Or was it truly the fence that did her in? Rather than the lyctorship ritual that was started seconds afterwards.

My full theory, isnt just that Gideon Nav can't die. It's that Gideon Nav wouldn't have been able to die... If Harrow hadn't sucked her soul out. There are at the very least 8 seperate events that Gideon should have died, two of which were nearly gauranteed, but she was ended by a piece of metal. Yes, a very well placed piece a metal, but the point still up to that point she had faced worse a came out unscathed.

If Harrow had not completed the lyctor ritual, Gideon would not have died. Wether or not through resurrection or simply walking it off. Gideon's body has some sort of necromantic attributes to it that keep her alive. We see this in the Untitled Entry short story with Judith Deuteros that describes Gideons body, as it does not rot, cannot be injured, cannot be fed to animals forced or otherwise. And that is all before Jod ever gets a look at the body, because otherwise he would have known Gideon was his daughter before the later events of Harrow the Ninth.

And ofc during the first challenge when Harrow uses Gideon as her eyes to be able to see the construct in the other room and Gideon is able to see the thanergetic signatures that Harrow remarks should be impossible. (I assume because the process is Harrow extracting information (Gideons eyesight) from Gideon and so Gideon should not also be receiving information (the ability to see the signatures)) unless Gideon had some form of necromantic abilities, which she was tested for as a kid and apparently did not have. Alongside not having the correct attitude to be a nun of the ninth. And so we can round it out to be her body being naturally necromantic leaving Gideon without the ability to use it. (Which Is a jump from the actual point we are attempting to use, but for now this stops us from assuming Gideon as any sort of necromantic ability which is a theory all on its own. One that I personally have no evidence for or against)

Now, that I have hopefully made both my Ap Lit and Lang teachers proud with my 3 am essay, I must give you the real tragedy of Gideon the Ninth. Had Gideon not died, had Harrow been unable to complete the lyctor ritual for emotional reasons or otherwise, had Harrow not become a lyctor and killed cytherea. Gideon would have had to watch Harrow and Cam be killed, possibly even Corona, Judith and Ianthe. And then to be used for Cythereas own motives. Tamysn Muir beautifully set up the story so that the best possible outcome could have happened. Had Gideon not died. Everyone else would have. And "Camilla the sixth was no idiot" cam knew and accepted this whereas Harrow never would have. And so the unkillable Gideon had to die, and forcing Harrows hand was the only way to do it.

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dc-comics-enjoyer · 1 year ago

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More random hcs please, they are amazing

Thank you !! There you go ✨ (here's : part 1)

More random things I like to hc :

- When she's training, Diana listens to binaural beats claiming that it gives her the opportunity to train and meditate simultaneously. "It's an incredible time saving.", she'd say. Bruce would roll his eyes.

- Oliver and Hal would beg Batman to install a confessional in the Watchtower, like in reality shows. Because he obviously refuses, they'd stand in front of any security camera and use them as one, rambling on and on about the other members.

- Dick is a total extrovert. When he has some time to recharge in between day work and night vigilantism, he lets off steam in nightclubs. He took Tim (who-recharges-when-alone™) once : he hated it.

- Most of the time Dinah would show up at meetings with sunglasses to look "mysteriously cool". Actually, she can't sleep at night.

- Booster would definitely refer to himself in the third person.

- Clark being Bruce's personal masseur is one of their rituals. Whenever his super senses notice a specific tenseness in Batman's body, Clark would end up joining him in the batcave and giving him a massage session. Bruce would just accept it without a word (wrote a fic for this one : https://archiveofourown.org/works/56392753).

- When he's not the one leading the meeting, Batman is usually snacking on a bag of nuts.

- Alfred has a workshop in the manor where he makes pottery. He makes bat-shaped objects that everyone in the Batfam loves. He made mugs, plates, jars, etc.

- Booster would use Skeets as a soundboard to accompany his every actions and illustrate his jokes. Shayera lost her temper once and broke Skeets in half. No worries, Victor helped repair him, although it was still a traumatizing experience for Booster.

- Hal has a collection of Top Gun goodies. At some point, Bruce brought him the original G-1 jacket from Tom Cruise for his birthday.

- Batman is absolutely excellent at everything he puts his mind to, except the absolute purge that is the game Sekiro. It started when Tim was raging while playing the game. Bruce passed behind him and let out a fatherly "You should learn how to control your emotions better, Tim.". Cue Tim challenging him to play. Then, there remained Batman cursing at a screen, desperately replaying a boss fight for the nth time.

- Booster and Ted have this promise that if neither one of them gets married at a certain age, they'd marry each other. Although, Ted is still looking for love, Booster is satisfied with the idea he'd end up marrying Ted.

- Oliver's neck is very often covered in hickeys.

- Constantine and Alfred are actually good buddies. They facetime a lot when Alfred is busy in the kitchen and John has some free time. That's how John knows so much about Bruce.

- The batfam plays a game where they make up elaborate life stories for strangers they encounter in public. Using their detective skills, they later discover the real stories and the winner is the one whose made-up backstory comes closest to the truth.

- Sometimes, Victor and Clark play football together. They both loved it in the past and they both lost the opportunity to commit and progress in the field. It's just the two of them, but it still helps heal their inner teen.

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ok first of All, thank u so much for answering my KND mourning Au question. Loved the art ! 😍 I’m sorry if I’m bothering u. There’s an AU Idea that JUST struck me like a lightning bolt ⚡️. What if Irwin,Sydney,Lou,Charlie & Ray became the DCFDTL in 1984 instead of Sector Z? How much would change? Like Sector V since Wally canonically can’t exist in that universe. Would Sector Z become members of the Adult division? Who would marry who? Would their kids become members of Sector V? Would any of the C.A.K.E episodes change. Would they find away for the 5 to come back permanently?

You don’t have 2 if you don’t wanna, I just think it’s a neat idea 4 an AU 👐🏻Anyways have a good day! 😃

Here's a little visualization of them... spoopy. As for the rest, let's go for a rant under read more.

Being that Sector Z was the best of the best, I'm more than sure that all of them got promoted to the Adult Division, and now have jobs that allow them to keep an eye on the other kids.

Specifically, they might take the roles other characters have, such as:

Alessandra is the elementary school teacher. No were-dog shenanigans, unfortunately, but everyone likes her because she's very energetic and creative; she makes sure the is school safe and fair for them. She had that mishap with Grandma Stuffum but welp... it can happen;

Lenny is one of Mr Boss' workers, taking Sydney's role. He's the one who will solve the "take your daughter to work" situation and help Kuki get everyone back;

Constance will be one of the moms... even if no one has ever seen her kids. But this way, she's allowed into other moms' spaces, and makes sure Sector V is doing their job by casually visiting the kid's moms;

David works more secretly: he's never seen around unless things get really bad. He's Vicky's second;

And then... Bruce... my boy... I am so sorry... you're the new Toiletnator BUT DON'T WORRY! You'll have a slightly different costume and approach to the character! You will crack jokes every second and make everyone laugh as you want! The best jokes are for complete distraction! You'll do great!

(obligatory pic otherwise someone is gonna kill me @numbuhinfinitys )

As for how they got there instead of Sector Z:

As I said, Sector Z will disappear in 1984. Their Soopreme Leader Numbuh 420 told them that there was some strange activity in a house down the lane in a city in Virginia, and asked them to go investigate.

Being that, at that point, Sector Z and Sector Ʌ were friends, David was the one suggesting that Sector Ʌ investigate instead, so they can show not only Numbuh 420 but THE WHOLE ORGANIZATION that they could do as good as any other sector.

Billie was a bit unsure but accepted the challenge, and the Australian group headed to this mysterious mansion.

There was a furious fight that involved lasers and gorillas and after that, Sector Ʌ disappeared.

Sector Z felt guilty and after some months of nothing, they took matters into their own hands and went to that mansion to see what was going on, only to be met by a young Father and his Delightful Children, who looked too much like their lost friends.

Since then, they swore they would find a way to bring them back, but also keep the other kids safe from them (spoiler: they took it too easy but realised how dangerous they could really be when they made Nigel bald).

INTERESTING THINGS THAT CAN CHANGE:

In Z.E.R.O. two things can happen: Sector Z comes out to help Monty fight Grandfather / Sector Ʌ is undelightfulizied and fights alongside Nigel;

Monty isn't the one that turns Sector Ʌ back to normal; it's actually David who gets the honour, and the two Sectors have a little sweet moment where they recognise each other and are told what they need to do;

Lou and Syd always hold hands, but you cannot see it because Charlie is in front of them;

Since the delightfulization works with kids who are not previously well educated, I think Irwin might sometimes snap out of it; he's had a very strict education that overlaps with the delightfulization. As we know, two negatives make a positive.

Sector V misses a Numbuh 4. In each "episode" there is a new kid filling that spot, and every time they quit because that Sector is "too much".

Around the second season, sometimes they get help from a kid with blonde, wavy hair and green eyes, and he's the one they eventually give the codename "Numbuh 4", even if it's not official. He earns their trust completely.

Yes, Irwin is Numbuh 4 and a Delightful Child, but there's no risk of backstabbing: when he's Numbuh 4, he doesn't remember anything about his Delightful status, and when he's a Delightful Children, he doesn't remember about his Numbuh 4 status;

When he's Numbuh 4, Irwin doesn't remember his real name. When he was asked what it was, Hoagie remarked how it sounded like he was from Australia > Australia has a marsupial that sounds like a name > "My name is Wallabee. Wally for short."

It's gonna be fun and sad when it comes out, but also, it will give Sector Z a new hope to bring all of them back;

Needless to say, the end of INTERVIEWS is NOT canon here. Maybe the one in the previous bullet point is the end of the Delightfuls: a hope for the future;

And since I first talked about Z.E.R.O.: Numbuh 4 is strangely absent, saying he was going to tackle the zombie invasion from another point and then disappearing. He reappears at the very end in from the wreckage of the treehouse;

Numbuh 442, Irwin, and Numbuh 4 all have different looks as seen below;

It's a kind of "Superman/Clark Kent" situation. Abby is slowly connecting the dots.

Goes without saying but HE AND KUKI WILL HAVE NO ROMANCE. Irwin is not interested in love, and even if Kuki might have a crush, he will politely reject her and ask to be friends;

To the answer "do the other know about Irwin's double identity?" I reply: no. They don't. They DO notice when he's not around (of course), but when he's Numbuh 4 the hivemind doesn't work anymore;

Back to the group: as Delightful Children, they don't have the Australian accent, and talk in plain English;

They have normal CAKED episodes, but of course, Numbuh 4 is absent in all of them;

And... that's it, nothing else comes to mind.

THANKS, NOW I HAVE ANOTHER AU TO ADD TO THE LIST SIGH.

#Delightful Switch AU #knd #kids next door #codename kids next door #sector z #sector v #sector Ʌ #delightful children from down the lane #dcfdtl

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Don't Sniff The Flower // modern!Aegon x F!reader

For the lovely @ewanmitchellcrumbs

Summary: You've been working hard at King's Landing, trying to solve the mystery of the purple and red flowers that have been blooming around the raunchier places in the city.

A/N: For the sex pollen challenge!

Warnings: All sex, no plot.

Staring at the plant in front of you, you willed it to something, anything. It was a beautiful plant; gorgeous violet petals with leaves that burned almost a seductive red.

You sat in your chair, hot, sweaty, and exhausted. For the past five hours you've been locked inside the laboratory at King's Landing University doing work on some various new pollens that have shown up. No one knows where they came from, only that they began popping up specifically near strip clubs. Sometimes they bloomed elsewhere but very rarely. A knock on the door startled you.

“Thought I'd bring by some snacks for the hardest working scientist at the university,” called the visitor.

You sighed in relief, thankful it wasn't Professor Larys to hound you again. Instead, it was your best friend, Aegon. That relief, however, became stress.

“Aegon!” You cried. “You shouldn't be here. This is a closed lab.” You eyed the food he held in his hand hungrily. Even your stomach wanted to fight you for the food. “And as much as I appreciate the good, I can't eat it here.”

“Then leave the lab, kitten.”

You blushed at the pet name. Since you told Aegon of your love of cats he's been insistent on calling you “kitten.” It would be a lie to say you hated it.

Aegon set the food down right next to you on the table, which you then promptly moved to a different table - away from the plant. Before you moved it though, you noticed it shift in the breeze as the food was dropped down. As you moved it, you got a whiff of the tempting smells. It was a burger, you could tell that much. And damn, did it smell good. Your mouth began salivating at the scent and thought of it.

But there was more.

You couldn't quite put your finger on it but something now smelled of roses. You looked down and saw a very light dusting of purple pollen on the food bag. As Aegon moved to put up the bag and unwrap it you yelled. “Aegon, wait!”

But it was too late. Aegon's hand grabbed the bag, getting the purple pollen all over him. As though it shocked him, he dropped the bag down.

“How do you feel?” You carefully asked him.

Aegon shrugged. “I feel fine.”

“You touched some of the pollen from the plant.” You said blatantly.

Aegon looked at his hand. “Oh, woops.” He went to put his hand down when his eyes lit up with an idea. “Can I sniff it?”

Your eyes widened. “I'd rather you wash your hands.”

“But I really wanna sniff it.”

“Aegon.”

“Kitten.” He gave you a pout.

Throwing your hands up in the air you rolled your eyes. “Fine. Sniff it. It shouldn't hurt you.”

Aegon smirked. “Awesome.”

Making a big show of taking a breath in, Aegon brought his purple pollen dusted hand to his nose and gently sniffed it.

You waited for something to happen.

Nothing did.

“Ha,” Aegon laughed. “See, there's nothing wrong. It's safe.”

Warrily, you looked at him. Scanning him from head to toe, you made note of everything. Including the shifting of his feet and his now frequent blinking.

“You're not okay.” Your eyes narrowed. “There's something going on.”

“Pfft, I'm fine, kitten.”

Again, you blushed at the pet name.

Aegon seemed to notice this as a sly smirk played upon his face. Pushing the food to the other end of the table, he was in front of you in two strides. “Do you like that? When I call you ‘kitten?’” Aegon pushed himself against you. You were only a whisper away from each other now.

“Yes,” you said breathlessly.

Looking at Aegon, you noticed his eyes were blown wide. He brought a hand up to cup your face. You shook your head and tried to take a step back.

“No, wait, this shouldn't be happening,” you said.

Aegon cocked his head to the side. “What do you mean?” A moment of clarity showed on his face.

“You shouldn't be flirting with me,” you told him.

Aegon blanched. “Oh shit did I - fuck - I mean…” he blushed. “I’d be lying if I said I never thought of you that way.”

Blushing at the thought of Aegon liking you in that way, you still shook your head. “Aegon, I think you should go home. I'll meet you when I'm done, yeah?” You reasoned with him. “And then we can talk about…us.”

Aegon went to wipe his face with his hand, the hand that had the pollen on it. Again, you tried to stop him but to no avail.

It happened so slowly at first. Aegon wiped his face with his hand. He took a deep breath. His eyes were blown wide with lust. He gripped the table so hard that you could see the veins in his hands and arms.

“Something is happening to me.” Aegon was shaking.

“Shit, shit, shit, it's the pollen!” You quickly turned to the plant and shoved it under the big microscope. Micro organisms with yellow tails and purple bodies swam wherever the pollen was. “It's an aphrodisiac.”

A grunt came from behind you. “What?” Aegon was still gripping the table.

“An aphrodisiac, Aegon. It stimulates the need to…breed, fuck, have sex, coitus, whatever you want to call it. Hell, I need to go. Or you need to go.” Stress was building inside you, but something else was as well.

“I can't leave,” he said through clenched teeth. Aegon took another deep breath and loosened his grip on the table. “I can smell you. I can smell how turned on you are.” When he stepped out from behind it you could tell he was straining in his pants.

As Aegon came closer to you, you couldn't deny the lust that was taking over your body. The wetness that pooled between your thighs, the feeling of your bra suddenly being too tight, the sweatiness of your palm, your heightened heart beat. You closed your eyes and sighed. “Fuck.”

“That’s exactly what we're going to do, kitten.” You felt Aegon's hand wrap around your waist to pull you close to him. His hard erection was evident even though his jeans. Almost on instinct, you moved so your ass was against his cock and pushed into him.

The hand that was on your waist trailed up to cup your breasts. You moaned at the contact - it felt so good - but you wanted more. Suddenly your lab jacket and button up were too much for you. You began to fumble with the buttons.

Aegon growled then gently bit your earlobe. “Let me,” he whispered. Turning you around to face him, Aegon put both hands on either side of your jacket and tore it in half in one quick motion.

“Aegon! I have to pay for that!” You protested.

Aegon growled again. “Don't worry, I'll pay for it. But right now I need less clothing on you.”

He captured your lips in a heated kiss. You gasped at the sudden contact but soon lost yourself to the kiss. Never did you think you'd be making out with your best friend but never did you think this would happen anyway.

Aegon’s hands danced up your button down and was able to pull it over your head, only undoing the first three buttons. There you were, clad only in a skirt and your bra. Breaking apart from the kiss, Aegon admired his work.

“Fuck, you're hot.” He looked you in the eye. “You're beautiful.”

You pulled him into another kiss and began palming him over his pants. Aegon let out another groan and thrust his hips into your hand. You kissed his ear love and whispered, “I can't wait to have you inside of me.”

Aegon moved to your neck and proceeded to kiss and nip his way down to your chest. “But first I need to make you cum. Are your tits sensitive, kitten?” He playfully asked.

“How about you fi - oh!”

Aegon danced his finger over your nipples through the bra. Even then you could feel him and it felt so good. You arched into his touch.

“The bra is still in the way and you're already a puddle,” he whispered. He gently tweaked your nipple, causing you to cry out.

With finesse, Aegon reached behind you to unclasp the bra. Your breasts fell, free from their confines. Your nipples pebbled without the shelter of your bra. It strained and wanted more contact.

“Do you think I could make you cum just by playing with you? I bet I can make you cum without putting my mouth on you.” Aegon teased.

You groaned and grabbed his hand, trying to bring it back to your tits. Instead he swatted them. The sting brought pleasure all the same. Quickly, his hands soothed them, but went back to twisting and teasing your nipples.

Somewhere in all the chaos, Aegon found a chair and sat you in his lap. “Ride my thigh.”

Straddling him, you began moving yourself back and forth. Between the friction of his jeans and the friction of your panties rubbing against you, you knew you were climbing to your climax soon. With your arms around his neck you rode him to oblivion. Aegon continued to play with your tits but soon trailed a hand down. He lifted up your skirt and gently grazed your clit over your panties. His feather light touch had you moaning and speeding up your pace on his thigh. Selfishly, you sought out your orgasm, and with Aegon’s help, you found it quickly. Crying out his name as though it was a prayer, you rode out your climax. When you came down from your high you buried your head in the crook of Aegon’s neck, taking in his scent while trying to catch your breath.

“Oh, we’re not done yet, kitten. Now I need to taste you,” Aegon whispered in your ear. He pulled you off of him to set you on one of the clean tables.

The cold bite of the metal table hitting your back sent shocks through your body. Aegon stood at your feet, watching you hungrily. His eyes trailed your body as you slowly spread your legs open. In a swift motion, Aegon tore his shirt off and took your ankles to open your legs faster.

“It was taking too long,” he growled. “Fuck, you soaked your panties.” He dragged a finger over them before reaching up and ridding you of both your skirt and underwear. “Fucking perfect. All for me.”

Before you could do or say anything, Aegon ducked his head in-between your thighs and began to eat you out. He ate like a man starved. With every stroke of his tongue on your center, his nose would bump your clit, overriding all thoughts. All your moans only made him lick even more vigorously. He would moan against you, the vibrations sending shivers up your spine. When you thought it couldn't get better, Aegon pushed two fingers in.

You let out a loud moan. “Aegon, oh, fuck!”

Aegon smiled against you as he began to pump his fingers in and out. He felt so good; his tongue and fingers were perfect. He was perfect. When Aegon began to slow down his ministrations, you whimpered in protest.

“Shhh, kitten. I'll make you feel better,” Aegon comforted you.

As he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, you couldn't help but grab a hold of him to keep him as close to you as possible. He laughed against you, adjusting his positioning so he could slip off his jeans and underwear.

You pulled back to admire the specimen of a best friend in front of you. His member stood tall and hard; a bead of precum leaking out from its tip. You licked your lips as you took him in, spreading your legs wide for him once again. Leaning back down, you began to play with yourself as Aegon watched.

“Gods, you're perfect,” he growled. “That pretty pussy all wet from me, ready for me to fuck.”

“Then fuck me already,” you whined. You wanted nothing more than to be filled up by Aegon.

Lining himself up with your entrance, Aegon painstakingly pushed himself in. He took his time, savoring you. You closed your eyes, wanting more. When Aegon stopped, less than halfway in, your eyes shot open.

“Aegon, please,” you begged him.

He took a shaky breath. “I need to go slow or I’m going to ruin you, kitten.”

Sitting up the best you could, you grabbed the back of his neck to pull him down to your level. “Then ruin me. Take me. I’m yours.”

That was enough to break Aegon’s resolve. In one swift thrust, Aegon was fully inside you. Moaning his name, you loved how full you felt, how complete. Aegon spoke true when he said he was going to ruin you. He wasn’t gentle; he pounded you. This wasn’t love making, this was fucking.

Using one hand to hold himself above you, he used the other to wrap around your neck. It should have been terrifying, being this vulnerable with him, but you loved it. He applied just enough pressure to build your orgasm and not actually cut off any air. Your eyes rolled back, nonetheless. Out of pleasure, of course. Aegon bent down to crash his mouth onto yours. He devoured you like he devoured your pussy. There was no remorse, no regret, all passion. Your tongues danced with each other and you couldn’t get enough of him. When he began nipping at your lips you lost it.

You met each of his thrusts with need. Your climax was building once more and it was all because of him - Aegon. Every stroke of him inside you stoked the fire within. When you began to clench around him more and more, Aegon simply chuckled.

“You’re close, I can feel you. Squeezing my cock like a good kitten,” he praised you.

You preened under it. You wanted to be a fuck toy for him, to be good for him. The pleasure in your stomach was building and building. You were so close; stars were appearing in your vision, but right before you were able to push through that last barrier holding you back from pleasure, Aegon pulled out.

“Aegon, what the fuck?” you cried.

He stepped back and smirked as he continued pumping his cock with his hand. “I just love making you crazy. Get off the table.”

Following his command, you slid off the table.

“Turn around.”

So you did.

“Bend over and hook one leg over the table.”

The cold table flush against your sensitive breasts sent another wave of shivers through you. Not only that, but you were completely exposed to Aegon. From his point of view, everything was on display. You should have felt embarrassed, but no, you felt invigorated. It was when you felt the tip of Aegon’s cock pressing against you again that you felt on fire.

This time, however, he took his time pressing into you. You both moaned each other’s name as he sunk all the way in. You swore he felt even deeper this time. This position had you feeling everything. Aegon was slow at first. His thrusts were long with a little break between each one. It gave you time to enjoy each other, truly feel and savor the feeling of being together.

It was enough until it wasn’t.

“More,” you whispered.

Aegon’s pace picked up a hair.

“No, more,” you said again.

He began thrusting faster.

“Aegon, please,” you begged. You began pushing your ass against him to try to get him to pick up the pace. “I need you. I want you. I need your cock. I need you to cum inside me, please!”

He smacked your ass in response. “If that’s what my kitten wants.”

Aegon pulled out almost all the way, leaving only the tip in. You were about to beg him more, but your would be plead turned into a moan of pleasure as he began fucking you from behind.

“Yes, Aegon, yes!”

With one hand on the table, he took the other one to grab a fistful of hair. The sting of the pull mixed with the pleasure. You were partly pulled up but you used your own hands to steady yourself on the table. Bouncing on Aegon’s cock was a delicious feeling. His hand tightened its grip in your hair and you knew he was about to cum.

“Milk my cock, kitten. It’s all for you,” he ground out.

You were reaching your climax once again, gripping him like a vice. When Aegon pulled your hair one last time, stars burst through your vision as you screamed his name and came undone on his cock.

Aegon’s thrusts became erratic, gone was the rhythm. Instead, he was just rutting into you, chasing after his own release. Your own release triggered his own soon after. When you felt him finish inside you, you couldn’t help but have one last orgasm. His throbbing cock inside you felt so good.

Aegon caught himself before he could collapse on top of you. You were flush against the table. Slowly, Aegon lowered himself so he was laying on you, still inside you as well. You felt his hard breathing next to you and smiled.

“Fuck, that was so good, Aegon,” you whispered.

“If it wasn’t then that would be embarrassing. Glad I made a good impression.” Even exhausted he was still cocky.

Slowly, Aegon got up and pulled out of you. Whimpering at the loss of contact, you turned around so you could pull him into a kiss. This time it was a sweet kiss, no carnal need to fuck. Aegon kissed you back, cradling your head.

“Should we talk about us?” you asked when you pulled away.

Aegon asked you a question instead. “Go out with me?”

Your heart leapt. “How about I show you my answer instead?” you glanced down at his once again hardening cock. “I could go for another round if you want.”

“You’re right, fuck the date talk right now - fuck -” Aegon tried to continue talking but you had already dropped down to your knees to take him in your mouth. “Gods, you take my cock so well. What a good kitten.”

You moaned around him, sending vibrations through. Aegon began pumping his hips and you stayed still, letting him take control. He fucked your mouth deep. Tears began to sting in the corner of your eyes but you didn’t let them phase you. Aegon almost stopped but you replied by bobbing your head back and forth again.

“Fuck, your mouth is magic,” Aegon groaned. “I’m gonna cum, kitten. Will you swallow it all?”

Aegon looked at you and you did your best to nod. You then bobbed your head even faster and sucked hard. Aegon threw his head back in ecstacy as his orgasm took him. He spilled his seed into your mouth; it was almost too much. But you did what you said you would and swallowed every bit. When you stood up again, Aegon rubbed off the little that was on the corner of your mouth and captured you in another kiss.

Aegon pulled away. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

#fics by bean #modern aegon ii #modern aegon ii x reader #aegon x reader #modern hotd #aegon ii x reader #modern au #modern!aegon x reader #modern!aegon ii #modern!aegon

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Draco Sodding Malfoy | 250k | E Harry finds Draco outside a pub and takes him back to his place, only to find out that Draco is in an abusive relationship. Harry invites Draco to stay until he can get back on his feet. They go to Draco's ex-boyfriends house, and come back with more than they bargained for.

Magical Universe (No smut)

Narcissus | 6k | G Draco works up the courage to confront tattoo artist Harry Potter in hopes to get a cover-up on his dark mark. Will Harry accept him as a client?

The Doe Between Us | 11k | G Draco's teaching career is taking off alongside his friendship with Harry Potter. The rain that had endured all of summer time turns to snow as the winter solstice comes nearer, and the two of them spend a few chilly nights in the Forbidden Forest.

Muggle AU's (Smut Centric)

You Can Call Me Daddy | 37k | E By chance, Harry finds Draco at a male strip club where he is working to scrape by on the bare minimum. Harry is immediately taken with him, his protective nature coming out, and he wants to give Draco everything that he needs. Draco has a difficult time accepting Harry's gifts and well-intentioned nature, but will he be able to let loose a little in order to gain a better life?

Strand's Seven Stars | 83k | E Draco seeks out the help of a detective who is known for his discretion. Despite rocky introductions, Draco and the detective, Harry Potter, become friends as Draco is forced to share very personal information that reveals more about himself than he would have ever admitted to under any other circumstance. Fortunately, Harry is not only understanding of Draco's sexual preferences but encourages him to keep doing what he loves--perhaps with Harry himself.

Demons Run (When A Good Man Goes To War) | 124k | E I need your help. Ordinarily, I wouldn't ask anyone to decipher life from my perspective, but I need you to understand the situation that I've found myself in. You need to see the events that led me here and have the clarity of mind that I lack because I am more lost than I have ever been, and I need saving. Help me, because I don't know how I got here, and I need to repair the damage I've done.

Good Housekeeping: A Guide by Draco Malfoy | 78k | E The Malfoy family has been in the butlering industry for five generations, and Draco has learned a multitude of tips and tricks that qualify him to run his own team of household staff. What he doesn't expect is that the billionaire he'll be servicing takes a predilection for Draco that solicits activities far beyond the onus of a butler, and he has to choose between fighting for the career that he's been training for his whole life, or for the attention of the man who needs him.

Harry Potter the Part-Time Sugar Daddy | 65k | E Draco has been alone for a long time— by choice, yes, but that doesn’t make it less lonely. Over time he has convinced himself that it’s for the best, but this thought is threatened when he meets Harry Potter. After fighting his feelings and almost losing Harry in the process, Draco gives up and finally lets himself be loved.

In the Middle of the Night | 25k | E Harry Potter had been straight for twenty-five years without complaint or reason to doubt his sexuality. After a conversation with his roommate Draco Malfoy, however, he begins to realize that there is a whole other world out there that he has yet to explore.

Muggle AU's (No smut)

Two Minute Warning | 12k | G Sports show anchor Draco Malfoy spent the majority of his career traveling to different venues and cities. As he grew older, he realized his need to settle down, and did so in the middle of nowhere northern England where nothing ever happened. Except, of course, the unexpected.

Count On Me | 23k | G University students Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy run into each other one day. Literally. On bikes. After that, they can't get away from each other, no matter how hard they try. And then, it seems, they might not want to.

Play Me Like Your Favorite Song On Your Mother's Piano | 32k | G As a child, Muggle Harry had often been reprimanded for playing the Dursley's piano. As an adult, he wants to learn, which is where he meets Draco Malfoy and his mother. Narcissa is a person who is living with cancer, and as Harry and Draco's relationship strengthens, she only gets weaker and eventually passes away. As the one who typically suffers from social anxiety, Harry must remain strong and be there for Draco when he needs him most. Will Draco allow Harry to take care of him in the aftermath of losing his mother?

Weasley’s Burrow Ice Cream Parlour | 23k | G Draco is a shy, struggling university student on his own in muggle London when he finds a new part-time job at an ice cream shop. Harry is a regular customer at the parlor and they hardly speak until his manager has to go on maternity leave. Little did they know that this is where they would find the truest love and stability that they had ever known.

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