#you go to scold him in person but are struck by the sight of him with a sparrow on his finger

[suguwu]

jing yuan who feeds the sparrows that flock to him and gets scolded by you, the ornithologist in charge of their health on the luofu

[grabby-smitten]

Hybrid!Sylus

Pairing: Sylus Qin x Reader

Word count: 1k+ words

Content: Hybrid AU, fluff mostly, domestic stuff, Headcanon-ish format, no beta and not edited, commas placed everywhere, tried to write it as gender neutral as possible, idk… let me know if i missed anything.

Hybrid!Sylus was part of an illegal fighting ring. So far none could find his hybrid specie. His ears, tails and any other hybrid features were cut off. When fighting, other hybrids could latch onto him so his previous owners made the decision to cut them or so you were informed.

Hybrid!Sylus who was rescued by your team from the illegal fights. All ferals were to be put down but you couldn’t get yourself to do as the higher ups ordered. As soon as you saw him bloodied and chained up in the lowest levels of the building, your heart sank and something deep inside you snapped.

Hybrid!Sylus who saw you first and instantly was struck by your scent. Almost all his life he has only known the smell of blood and grime but when he caught just a sniff, his nostrils flared and his mouth salivated. All He could see, hear and feel was you.

Hybrid!Sylus who began to growl and pull at his chains when you got nearer, but surprisingly you didn’t feel treated. Ordering your team to back away and leave you alone with the supposed feral was your best call. you instantly noticed he relaxed his posture but the animalistic sounds didn’t stop.

Hybrid!Sylus who didn’t let anyone near him or you as you transported him out of that disgusting place. Through the whole process of getting him checked by doctors and staff, you had to be there by his side, otherwise he would snap at every and any person or thing.

Hybrid!Sylus who was going to be sent to an experimental facility but you argued that it wouldn’t work. He had already stablished a connection with you and separating the two of you would threw him even more off balance. After hours of talking and waiting, you got the approval to officially adopt him. Sylus was under your care from then onwards.

Hybrid!Sylus who heard everything that was said about him and saw how much you had pressed for him against everyone’s wishes. Even he thought some of your colleagues had good arguments about why you shouldn’t adopt a feral, but alas, you were a stubborn thing. So here he was in a new home with a curious little female and he was not sure what to do with you.

On your part, you also didn’t know what propelled you to make such a bold decision. Now you watched a giant man— wait no, scratch that… hybrid? Yes, hybrid of an unknown species standing in the middle of your living room. What a disconcerting picture this painted…

Hybrid!Sylus who has been your companion for a few months now. He wasn’t as hard to take care as you thought. He seemed calm most of the time and listened to everything you told him. All the growling and aggressiveness from your first encounter looked like a feverish dream. Well, except when a third person was involved. Like the mailman. Poor delivery drivers suffered too and you couldn’t get Sylus to stop.

“Sylus! Stop!” You scolded him, “the mailman is not a threat!” Wrapping your arms around his waist and trying to pull him back inside was the best you have come up with so far.

“How so, kitten? He knows where you live. That’s threat enough for me,” he told you as his red eyes still followed the delivery truck.

“That’s the whole point of a mail delivery system,” you spoke out of breath.

once the truck was out of sight, Sylus finally let you— key words: let you— drag him back inside or more like he walked back inside with you hanging off of him.

Hybrid!Sylus who seemed suspiciously eager to wear a collar with a tag containing his name, yours and your number.

“I think it suits you,” you walked around him, straining your neck a bit so you could get a good look at the red collar around Sylus’ neck.

“So you like me in a collar?” Sylus deep timbre and alluring eyes made you freeze in place. A small smile adorned his lips at your very clear reaction to his words.

“Why are you making this conversation sound so dirty?” You retorted, a frown began to form on your face.

“I merely spoke a few words, that’s all on you, kitten,” with that stated, Sylus smile grew once he saw your face reddening.

Hybrid!Sylus who hated winter. You began to notice how every time it got colder he moved slower than usual and his intake of water decreased which worried you. Such actions gave you clues as to what species he could be, but nothing concrete.

Hybrid!Sylus who seemed to be suffering alone in his room in the cold months and your heart couldn’t bear the thought of it so you relented and allowed him to sleep with you.

Hybrid!Sylus who tried to hide how eager he was for your offer. He nonchalantly nodded as he heard your words but when it was time for bed he was already buried deep in your bedsheets.

Hybrid!Sylus who instinctively seeked out your body heat for comfort and reassurance that a you were near him in the cold nights.

Hybrid!Sylus who in the middle of the night made you his own body pillow. Morning came and you couldn’t move, a heavy body draped over yours and a pair of arms restricting all your movements. Even your lungs began to struggle.

“Sylus? Baby?” your muffled voice barely above a whisper, “Sylus?” As you increased the volume of your voice, you tried to push him off but all efforts were futile. Sylus was pure muscle.

You just laid there for a while and waited for him to wake up which was interrupted by the sudden pressure of your bladder. Now with a real reason to escape your imprisonment, you began to squirm and wiggle with more intensity in between Sylus’ arms. When out of nowhere, you felt a gravelly and hoarse sound. You stopped all your movements as vibrations that shook you to your core soon joined the haunting sound.

“Did you just growl at me?” You asked in disbelief. A bit startled, it made your stomach churn, your chest filled with a warm sensation that expanded up to your throat and cheeks.

“Sorry,” came quick from Sylus behind you. He released you from his constricted grasp just as fast.

“I thought so,” you huffed and jogged to the bathroom not seeing the longing gaze he directed at you. As if you're miles and miles away, yet you're a few feet from the bed and walking barefoot.

Barefoot, he realized. In an instant, Sylus stood up, picked up your shoes and made a beeline for the bathroom.

“Shoes,” you heard him said from your place in the toilet seat. Looking up, you were about to chide him for coming in without knocking but he continued. “The floor is cold,” and just like that you couldn’t be mad at him anymore.

Hybrid!Sylus whose story with you has just began…

AN: well, well, well. Guess what type of hybrid he is. Alsoooo this is my first fic thingy in like 3 years and I’m testing the waters and I wrote out of desperation. I lost my English and I’m this close to downloading Duolingo just to refresh my brain so I’m sosososososo sorry.

AND IF ANYONE HAS RECS FOR LADS HYBRID FF PLEASE SEND THEM MY WAY BECAUSE I CANT FIND MORE AND IM DESPERATE.

[minhosimthings]

Silk and Pearls || SJY

Synopsis: He was the artist, and you were his muse. But what happens when his muse doesn't see herself like the way he sees her?

Pairings: fashiondesigner!Jake * Model!fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, fingering, mirror sex, anal sex, unprotected p in v (not for you), bondage, use of handcuffs, edging, degradation, praise, sorta angsty in the beginning, insecure reader, overall good ol bf Jake, lots of kissing cause these two are FREAKS

A/N: hello my babies 😚 So here is the promised fashion designer Jake fic this was kinda fun to write because I was extremely horny lol. Anywho ENJOY

"Did I really make a dress that pretty or is it just you, my love?" 

You felt your cheeks warm up drastically at the sound of your boyfriend's voice, along with his face appearing behind you. You saw his eyes light up as you stared at him in the mirror in front of you, his wandering pupils admiring how snug you looked in the dress you were wearing. With its brilliant outlay of white chiffon along with its minute details of chartreuse pearls highlighting everything Jake wanted to, it was by far the most beautiful thing he had ever breathed life into. 

Or perhaps it was only because of the person who was wearing it. 

"Don't go putting your hard work all over my shoulders again, babe." You laughed, turning your body to face him, "I'm just the model."

"The model is the muse, might I remind you." Jake corrected you, leaning in to place his forehead on yours, his love-struck eyes gazing longingly into yours, "How did I manage to capture the bouts of your affection hm, mon amour?" 

"You spend one week in Paris for Fashion Week and suddenly you're a romance novelist." You laugh, raising your arms and placing them on either of his shoulders, "As for your question—" you pretended to think, all while ghosting your glossy lips over his plump ones, "—I don't think you'll ever get the answer to that." 

"Shame, I was hoping you'd say something overly sweet about me." Jake laughed, before smudging his lips against yours. His ever so slender tongue moved in your mouth, as his hold on your waist tightened. Pulling away (after what had seemed like a very short amount of time to him) from the kiss, Jake took pride in the fact that you were quite breathless. 

"Jaeyun.” you spoke in a scolding voice, lowering your voice to a comedic level, “We are at work.”

“Your point is?” 

“My point is-” you looked into his beautiful eyes with nothing but love and admiration, “-there are about five people who know about our relationship, and you know you can't get into a scandal, it will positively ruin your reputation, the reputation you-” you poked his chest with your finger, “-worked so hard to achieve.”

“Let them write what they want.” Jake spoke to you in a honey coated voice, as if you were the very oxygen his lunds consumed in order to keep themselves alive, “You, my love, are practically impossible to resist.”

“You better give me your Paris lessons when we get home,” you smirked, eyes wandering down to his lush lips again, “lover boy.” The space between the both of you was practically non-existent now, and Jake could feel the pearls of your dress slightly pierce him through his thin button-up shirt. Perhaps he regretted making such a beautiful dress, especially to dress you up in it, because the way the touch of your thigh on his and felt, he could rip it off right there and then, wasting his months of hard work, and devour you against the mirror. He wished he could see your divine eyes roll to the back of your head, while he ravished your pussy with his tongue, all whilst leaving his personal signature on your thighs. After all, that was what he added the thigh-high slit in the dress for.

“Yeun,” you warned him, as his hand trailed higher up your thigh, only stopping at the sound of your voice and giving a tight squeeze to the flesh, “You can have me all you want when we get home.” The sight of the pout on his face, a stark contrast to the siren eyes he held five seconds ago, made your mouth twist into a gentle smile.

“Don’t blame me if you can’t walk tomorrow morning, love.” He smirked and went in for a kiss, as beautiful as the wavering skyline of the city, all the building lights flickering along with the stars to remind the earth of how alive it was. In the deepest parts of the kiss, where your lips danced to a tune which you had memorised, love reigned its gentle rule.

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The sound of makeup palettes being tossed on tables and brushes full of powder and eyeshadow being dabbed against porcelain skin overwhelmed you. The world will always see the perfect last outcome, of straight eyeliner that could cut stone, legs that could send Gods to their knees begging for mercy, lips that anyone would want to press infinite kisses to, and bodies wrapped in artworks. But they would never see the background of it all, the painful ordeal of sitting in a chair for hours to manipulate the face of a doll. Your ass had already gone numb ten minutes ago. 

“Alright, spill it to me. You have transfiguration powers right?” you joked, looking at your hair-and-makeup artist, Sunoo, who was running his slender fingers through your hair, making sure every strand fell into its correct place.

 “I went through painful cosmetology courses, just for you to call me a witch?” Sunoo scoffed, surveying you with a satisfied look on his face, ”Gee thanks for the compliment Y/N.”

“I’m joking you asshole.” you rolled your eyes, taking his outstretched hand and helping yourself out of the chair. Your butt silently thanked you, as you stretched your limbs, “Well don't I look pretty today?”

“Yes hon, the show-stopper obviously has to look pretty.” Sunoo sassed, putting his hands on his hips, “Jake really outdid himself with this one though, I am loving the pearls.”

You tried to keep your smile to yourself at the sound of your boyfriend’s name. Jake had made some ‘structural’ changes to the dress a night before the show so that it would fit more alluringly on your body. That is to say, he made the changes after getting inspiration from an hour’s session in your bedroom. 

“I just hope everyone will like it!” you said with an air of happiness.

“Of course they will.” Sunoo reassured you, “because number 1, it's on you and number two, it is on you.” He spoke every word with force, giving you his foxy smile before disappearing, telling you to wait in the room until someone called you. 

Sighing to yourself for no particular reason, you went back to admiring yourself. You truly looked regal, like some badass assassin who was going to murder someone at her wedding, a gunshot wedding, would be the perfect theme for Jake's next show, you thought, taking a mental note to tell him. After all, he did love experimenting with his reds and his whites. The door to the room was slightly ajar, which allowed the sounds from outside to enter. You moved towards it to close it. Stopping at the handle, at the sound of your name. 

“...not like she even has much talent. She’s literally getting in because of her boyfriend.” one of the girls, dressed in mauve silk told the one next to her. 

‘Wait, her boyfriend?” You heard the other one say, now shielding yourself from view with the door whilst eavesdropping. “Yeah, I’ve heard rumours you know?” The mauve girl said, “that her boyfriend is Mr.Sim, the designer. It makes sense wouldn't it?” she let out a crude laugh, “She’s not even that pretty and suddenly she gets to be showstopper. Yep, she’s definitely whoring herself out.” She laughed again, along with the other girl.

You felt your stomach sink as you quietly closed the door, not wanting to hear anything else. Is that really what the other models thought of you? That you were only here because of Jake? That you were only using him for your own benefit? 

You stared at yourself in the mirror again, brushing back the slit to reveal your leg. Your eyes wandered down the length of your entire body. What you had once so happily admitted, now looked like an ugly piece of flesh to you. Each imperfection caught your eye and you could feel the tears brimming at your eyeline. 

“Y/N!” you heard Sunoo cry out. Quickly swallowing the lump in your throat, you called back out, feeling relieved to see his face appear in the doorway. “Come on hon, you’re on in two.” Sunoo smiled, “Ahh you look so pretty!” he smiled, extending his hand to help you walk outside in your heels, “They’re gonna love you.”

“Thanks Sun.” You managed a smile, stepping out onto the boundary of the runway, where the show manager would give you the cue to walk. Taking a deep breath, you took on an expression of calm, to represent the serene and elegant atmosphere of the dress. And with a wave of the manager’s hand, you walked.

One foot in front of the other, you stared at the imaginary dot in front of you, just like you had been taught, with your heels clacking perfectly to the beat of the background music. The walk to the end of the runway had always felt so long, and this time was no exception. But as you reached there, and struck your pose, smiling for the cameras to take their pictures, you couldn't help but think about what the girls were saying earlier. 

Not now Y/n, you thought to yourself, pushing that thought to the back of your head, and concentrating on your current position. Giving your signature grin to the cameras, you spun on your heel and walked back, stopping in the middle to reveal your leg from the slit. You could hear the excited murmur from the crowd, smiling to yourself at the satisfaction you got. You struck your final pose with all the other models assembled on the stage, and then the pandemonium of roses and applause broke out. The people clapped like never before, and you could hear someone calling out Jake's name. You remained in your position until you felt a warm presence next to you, skipping your hand into his and guiding you along with him down the runway again.

Jake had never looked so beautiful, you thought, with two spikes of his  hair framing his face perfectly, like a lion’s mane. You tried to not let your eyes linger down to his chest, which remained open against his suit. God damn did he look handsome. You couldn't remember much of anything that followed. All that you thought about was the warm feeling of Jake's hand against your skin, and the way he bragged to everyone about his showstopper. 

Yet, there was something at the back of your mind that kept biting you. 

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“You’re quiet today, love.” Jake commented, as you silently put your washed plate back on the shelf. He had noticed how low you had been ever since coming back from the show. At first he brushed it off as you being tired, after all, modelling is no piece of cake. But the fact that you had spoken less than five words to him even after taking a nap was concerning. 

"Just...tired." You mumbled, giving him an unconvincing smile. Jake tilted his head to one side and motioned for you to sit down next to him on the couch. 

"And do tired people usually cook dinner for their boyfriends instead of ordering pizza?" He asked, making you chuckle, "What's wrong sweetheart?" Jake placed his hand gently on your thigh, leaning in closer to you. You took a shaky breath in. 

"Yeun, you love me right?" Jake's entire world seemed to pause at your question.

Whatever did he do to make you ask that ridiculous question?

"Baby what are you saying?" He asked, sending you a soft smile, "Of course I love you and if this is about me taking the last cookie, I swear I'll ask Jay to bake you more."

"No, it's not that." You laughed, bringing your head down, "It's stupid really, I shouldn't even be worried." You took another deep breath, "I just heard some of the girls talking to each other today, you know saying some crap about how I'm only the showstopper because I'm your girlfriend and everything." Before you knew it, you were rambling, "And I really do love you, you know. I'm not only in this relationship because I want to use you or something and i know I'm not really that pretty for you to love me but—"

"Y/N."

The sound of your name dropping from his lips silenced you. You stared down at your legs, fiddling with the edge of your (Jake's) shirt, until his fingers intertwined into yours. His touch was warm as always, comforting like the sea breeze on a beach day. 

"Baby, look at me." Jake said, prompting you to lift your head, "Properly, Y/N." He said again, when you avoided his eyes. Jake smiled when you finally looked him in the eye. 

"I don't want you to ever think even for a second that you're not the most beautiful human being I've ever met." Your eyes widened at his soft words, "Baby, you were the showstopper today, because you worked hard for it, not because you're my girlfriend and the love of my life." A smile twitched at the corner of your lips, "And I'm going to need the names of those girls right now, for extremely unrelated reasons."

You burst out laughing, wiping away a stray tear that had fallen from your right eye. "Are you going to murder them for me?" You asked, to which Jake put his finger to his temple and pretended to think, "I'm not going to bail you out Yeun." You said, slapping his chest playfully. 

"But seriously though—" Jake's eyes softened, as he took your hands in his, bringing your knuckles to his lips to kiss them, "—I love you so much, I'd go to the ends of the Earth if you asked me to." He brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, "And if anyone ever thinks that you didn't work your fine ass off to get where you are, they'll be very close to the 'Jake firing list'." 

A moment of silence followed before the both of you burst out laughing at his statement. Jake took the opportunity to pull you by your waist closer to you. 

"Well then—" Your eyes wandered from his eyes to his lips, "—can I perhaps see that list?" Your body was practically merged with Jake's, with his hands slapped on your waist, and your arms around his neck. 

"Well then we would have to go to my studio wouldn't we?" Jake said in a lower tone, biting his lip. His eyes stayed on yours, as he swiftly lifted you up, making you wrap your legs around his hips for support. Your breasts were extremely close to his face, a fact which Jake was relishing. A giggle erupted out of your mouth as his hands gave a squeeze to your buttcheek, his feet slowly leading the both of you into the bedroom. 

“I assume your studio is your bedroom then?” You laughed, as Jake entered the darkly lit bedroom, the only source of light being the faded night lamp that he kept for ‘the aesthetic’. Jake chuckled before going in for a kiss.

It started as a small kiss. A peck. A brush of the lips so gentle you barely felt it until he pressed his mouth to yours fully. There was no tongue, nor any breathlessness when he pulled away and looked at you again. But you could feel the shift in the air. The drop in your stomach and sudden stillness in the room while a white noise clouded your head. 

“The bed is right there, Yeun.” You said, eyeing him suspiciously as he carried you across the bed and towards the huge dressing mirror. Jake said nothing, choosing to set you down very close to the mirror, while his hands gripped your waist. He knew he had gotten you trapped in between his arms, just the way you liked it. You’re a little light-headed, blistered beneath the skin, needy and fidgeting. Maybe you want him to hold you still, to fit you tight against him, to fight against your struggle—something carnal deep down that gets off on his strength, the power you know he can wield over you.

“How about I show my beautiful princess how pretty she really is hm?” He whispered in your ear, his hot breath fanning your neck ever so slightly.

He manoeuvred you so you were facing the mirror. He was right behind you, his eyes hard. “The woman you're looking at right now is the prettiest one I've ever seen. How can you say she's ugly?” You opened your mouth to say something, but a moan escaped instead as he bit into your shoulder. 

 He began to press you flat against the mirror. The cool touch of glass on your cheeks combined with his hands reaching underneath your shirt to squeeze your breasts made you let out an unholy noise. Jake smirked as he heard you moan, his ego was filled to the brim as he realised how wet he made you just from his touch. 

“Ah fuck Yeun,” you moan to him as his palms knead your breasts through the bra. You barely had time to notice his hands leave your chest, as he grabbed the edges of your shirt and pulled it off of you in one swift motion, leaving you almost naked in your bra and panties. You felt his erection press through his pants to your ass, as his lips started trailing down your body, pressing heavenly kisses until your hips. You whined as his hands gripped your thighs, squeezing them as if they were stress toys. 

"You look away from the mirror even once…,” he said, his hands squeezing your thighs roughly, his legs now carrying him back up to place his chin on your shoulder, his face set in a smirk, “and you won't get to cum.”

 His hands squeeze your thighs harder, bordering on pain. “Shh princess,” he said, slowly yet firmly as if talking to a child. His hands move downwards, one moves to your hip, and for the other, his fingers slip inside your panties. You whimper when his fingertip touches your clit.

 At any other time, he would have been slow, and gentle when he was rubbing the bud but now? His touch was fast and unconcerned, his sole goal was to inflict punishment with pleasure. 

Jake's finger flicked out against your clit again, making you yelp and squeeze your thighs against his hand. Your hand pressed hard against the mirror, as you looked at Jake's smug face behind you, while yours was contorted into one of absolute pleasure. This time he ran his finger up to your clit and then back down and into you. You moaned, practically riding his fingers at this point. Jake laughed, digging his hands into your hips, uncaring if he broke skin.

"Yeun—Yeun ah fuck!" A string of broken moans escaped your lips, as you felt the knot in your stomach tightening. Your mind has forgotten all about the incident of the morning, your attention now only on the way his fingers fit inside your pussy, like a glove. The pace of his fingers fastened, as his middle finger drove across your clit, repeatedly assaulting the place Jake knew drove you crazy.

"Yeun!" You screamed, your tears staining the mirror, as you felt your pussy clench around nothing when Jake's fingers pulled out, “Wh-”

“Told you princess.” His mutter in that seductive australian accent of his drove you crazy, “Eyes away from the mirror means no cumming.” You silently seethed at him smirking behind your shoulder, as his lips latched onto your skin once more, pressing marks all over as if it were his personal signature. His fingers hooked underneath the waistband of your panties, as you easily moved them off of you, with you lifting your legs to give him better access. Jake chuckled silently with how obedient you were being. Soon, he was quickly unbuckling his pants to unveil his already hard twitching cock eager to pound into you. 

“gonna let me fuck you princess? gonna be a good girl for me?” he says, stroking his dick as he swipes his thumb over his slit wiping away his precum yet it still spews out, covering thumbs in the substance.

Your eyes widened and hurried, almost rushing gasps left your mouth in quick succession which, combined with the low guttural groans coming out of Jake’s throat created an almost perfect melody. His thick length was taking its sweet time in spilling your ass apart, completely tearing you open, until you were panting from just the entrance. Jake’s low, mocking chuckles left your mind empty, as his hands pulled your waist flush against him, trying to bury his cock in even deeper.

“Yeun-I can’t!” you cried out in desperation, although all you wanted was for the entirety of his length to be bruised deep inside you, “Slow down!”

Your whines resonated against the walls of the room, as light particles of fog started appearing on the surface of the mirror, gathering at the place where your mouth was repeatedly moaning both profanities and Jake’s name, turn by turn. The tip of his cock was practically hitting your cervix at this point, and you were on the verge of fainting, with your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Eyes on the mirror, princess.” Jake reminded you, smirking at your fucked out expression. He always did love making you feel like putty in his hands, and this was no exception. Your eyes snapped back to your reflection and they trailed over Jaeyun behind you. His handsome face was set like a painting, with two strands of his hair framing it in a delightfully sexy way.

His hips hit you harder, giving you every inch of him. “Fuckkk.. princess, you’re doing such a good job -- taking me so goddamn well,” he says, punctuating his words with another hard thrust.

His expression grows almost enamoured at how you're squeezing him-tense, as he thrusts into you, balls slapping against your ass at his relentless pace. Hot, searing pleasure makes its way up your spine-emitting a low, almost inaudible, squeal from you as he pinches your clit.

He fucks you in earnest, feeding you his cock like you haven’t had a meal in years. All you can do is watch, admire the look of his face, the perspiration that gathers on the edge of his hairline as his fingers grip your legs harder. 

You’re a babbling mess — crying out with every thrust. It’s mostly wordless, except for when his name leaves your lips like a prayer. The room is filled with the sound of his balls slapping your ass, that wanton sound of skin-on-skin.

“Fuck-gonna cum.” You hear him mutter in that same sultry voice that could get you cumming without him even touching you.

“Yeun, ah—ah,” you moan, but he cuts you off, the sound of skin-on-skin fills the air.

Jake groans as his balls draw up and begin to tighten. Now deep inside you, as the pressure finally breaks and he lets himself go, spilling every ounce of him into you. Heaven and hell collide in that moment, blurring into a world where only you exist—like nothing else matters but the two of you tangled together, lost in the alchemy of it all. You feel the hot liquid drip down your thighs as you lay your forehead against the mirror, your chest riding and falling periodically as you attempt to calm down. You were so caught up in your cock-drunk high that you didn't even notice Jake pulling out slowly, releasing more of his cum onto your skin.

"Good girl....took me so well." Jake praised you in muttered words from behind, making his own breathing steady, "Bed, baby?" 

"Thank you." You sighed, feeling sleepy as ever, completely oblivious of the fact that Jake was not about to put you to sleep. 

You couldn't comprehend what happened in the next few moments, just the fact that in what seemed like mere seconds, your back was pressed against the soft mattress, with Jake's face inches from yours as he loomed above you. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"Think you can take my cock again, pretty?" He asked you, with a lopsided smirk on his face, "Or is my baby too tired?" 

"N-No." You stuttered, the feeling of his breath on your skin made you shiver, no matter how warm it was. You must have been in this position at least a hundred times, but it always got you feeling like it was your first time when you were all nervous and shaking beneath him.  

Jake chuckled, pressing another one of the thousand kisses he had given you, and reached over (with some difficulty) to the bedside drawer. Pulling it open, he drew something out. 

"How about these for tonight hm?" He asked, dangling the handcuffs above your face, "Will you be a good girl for me?" 

You said nothing, dumbly nodding to his every word. Jake took your wrists in his hand and pinned them above your head. Your arms stretched properly, before he latched them up to the bed frame, you winced at the cold touch of the metal. You always had wondered why the frame was made up of twisting coils of iron, before you got your answer in the form of handcuffs.

Jake leaned in once more, this time, pressing a chaste kiss to your jaw, effectively silencing you. You tilted your head back, giving him better access to the crook of your neck. You sucked in a shaky breath as you felt the points of his teeth grazing feather light across the sensitive skin, goosebumps erupting on your skin and heat settling in your lower stomach. You could practically feel him smile against you at your reaction, ever so cocky to see you melting into his touch

Jake settles between your legs, sliding his hands under your thighs to gently manipulate you upwards. His bare cock slides through your slick folds, the head catching on your clit and making you groan in unrestrained want. You reach out to grab his body, dizzy with desire, but you can't. Your hands are bound with the cuffs so tightly, that you couldn't even reach the lock.

You can only cry into the dark night, feeling his throbbing cock stretching out your walls as he pounded you in so hard there was sure to be a dent in the mattress. Your walls would remember the stretch and think only of him. 

“Yeun—S-slow down…” You mewled, juices spraying out and coating your clit as it drips down, teardrop shapes sure to stain your face.

The back of your head presses as tight as it can against the pillow, you were stifling the guttural moan that rips from your throat. You could die like this suffocated and blissfully impaled on Jake’s cock and be happy. Your hands, bound tightly above you, itched to reach out and take his hair into your hands.

With a tight grip on your waist Jake fucks into you at his own pace, watching how easily you accept him, covering him with your essence. It feels fucking fantastic. 

His skin slaps against yours rhythmically. You swear you can cum at that moment but he knows all your tells and he slows his pace, pushing into you only when the tip remains. Long, slow strokes keep you from cumming.

“Yeun–Jaeyun~” You whine, already so close to cumming, “Please–let me cum,”

Jake responds with a harsh chuckle, almost a scoff, as if to ask how you even dared to say those words. His already slow movements slow down even more, practically stopping at the point, which only made you titchy and uncomfy. That boundary that was present at the pit of your stomach was ready to break, but Jake wasn't about to let it.

“Not until you say you’re my pretty girl.” He smirks, his cock still buried deep inside you, unmoving. You scoff at his words.

“I'm your pretty girl.” you say, in an almost bored voice, wanting nothing more than for him to get moving, “Now can you please–”

Your sentence faded into a deep groan, as Jake's cock swiftly pulled out from your pussy. It was painful, agonising even, to feel nothing but cool air at the tip of our labia.

“Nicer, baby.” Jake whispered, but just as you opened your mouth, you were stopped by the intrusion of his long finger into your gasping hole.He chuckles quietly, snaking a hand up over your stomach. the rough pad of his hand finds your breast, kneading it in his palm whilst his other hand holds you firm against him. His gaze is still trained on you, dragging over the lush sight of your flushed face, your lips parted in small pants, the dark look in your eyes. He loves watching you fall apart at his smallest ministrations. more than half of his pleasure comes just from working you up like this, pushing you to the brink without even trying. 

“Alright, I'll give you a little help.” Jake says, his free hand reaching cover to your hands. With a click sound, the handcuffs trottled off of you, leaving your hands free to finally reach out to him. But he wouldn't let you, not until you've done what he wanted you to do. 

“Did I cover your mouth?” his words echo as he pins your wrist over your head once more. “Answer me, princess.” 

“Yes!” You screamed out, unable to take his teasing anymore,”Yes–fuck I’m your pretty girl!” And that’s all he wants because he’s dropping you down, shoving his entire dick inside until your eyes burst with tears feeling his thick trimmed hair tickling your clit, completely bottoming out. 

“Yeun…I-I need you more please.” your eyes were filled with tears as you held his hair, fingers rubbing against his scalp, the other digging into his shoulders as you drooled. Such a mess in such a small time. Jake shuts his eyes and throws his head back.. 

“Oh—ohhhh—fuckin’—,” a string of pleasured sounds is leaving his open mouth and you follow him, reveling in the sensation of him pushing your walls apart, filling you nicely like no one has ever had.

You both are moaning, chasing your climaxes with increasing intensity. You tilt your hips a little to press your pulsating clit against the fluff of his pubic hair and grind your pussy over his lower belly. Jake’s cock moving deep inside you, your clit twitching in his coarse hair, all the sensations combined light up your body.

"I love you," you whimpered when his hips began to grind into you, giving your clit that extra stimulation you needed to feel your orgasm swell low in your belly, your jaw dropping and your breath quickening with each forceful thrust, “God–I love you so much!” Your last words faded out in a scream.

“Yeun, i’m close,” you sob, your voice shaking. You feel his hips snap against yours, skin slapping in the quiet night as he drills you into the mattress. The room smells of him, like cologne and something woody, and it drives you even closer to the edge. He’s taking over your senses; the sight of him hovering over you, muscles in his abdomen clenching and rippling as he fucks into you is enough to make you scream on its own. 

The bed sheets are fisted in your hands as you hold on. Your nipples brushing against the bed with each thrust. It doesn’t take long at all for you to titter over the edge. Your pussy squeezing tightly around him, milking him for all he’s worth.

 He’s not far behind, hips meeting yours with a force that is almost painful, though you’re far too distracted by the fireworks blooming behind your eyelids. You feel him spill into you, hot seed pouring into your soaked cunt and making your thighs shake. His groans are hoarse, a couple grunted curses and growls of your name joining your chorus of moans in the room. He sits up once you’ve both ridden out your high, heads swimming as he watches his cum spill from between your legs when he pulls out.

"fucking hell..." You hear him swear under his breath, wincing at the absence of your hole wrapped around him. Nevertheless, he swiftly moves towards the bathroom, to fetch you a towel. You didn't have even an ounce of energy in your body to lift your head, so you resorted to letting it stay on the pillow, whilst your legs stopped shaking from the wondrous orgasms that your body had experienced.

"Baby do you wanna take a b-" Jake froze, at the foot of the bed, towel clutched in hand, and eyes set on you. You looked so calm and serene, taking shallow breaths as you snuggled into the mattress and slept. Jake chuckled at the sight.

Not wanting to wake you up, he gently wiped your legs with the towel, and—after cleaning himself off, slipped into the bed next to you. You automatically adjusted to his warm body next to you, practically throwing yourself onto him and using him like a mattress, but he didn't mind. Jake pressed a kiss to the side of your head, and only squeezed you closer, as if you'd float away if he let go.

"I love you." He muttered with a lovesick smile on his face, before he eventually drifted off to sleep, "My pretty baby."

Fin.

Taglist: @onlyhyunjin @yvnempire @j-jinxee @kpopaussieline @candewlsy @heesingshoon @biancaness

[la2yn0va]

Reader as the Aeons “Mother”

HEAVILY inspired by: @deathcvltcivilofficial

CW: yandere….? I think….?

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Aha: The prankster middle child. They do pranks to gain your attention, weather it’s you scolding them or laughing along side them. They’d do ANYTHING and EVERYTHING to keep your eyes on THEM.

Akivili: A responsible child, who tries to keep things orderly yet also fun. They try to parent AHA when they’re about to pull a prank that miiiiiiiight tip you over the edge of your patience and sanity.

Ena: “YOU ATE YOUR FUCKING SIBLING!!!?” you yelled in anger at Xipe, who stared with a nervous smile and nervously sweating “N-nooooo……~ Ehe…..”

Fuli: Another responsible child. Similar to Akivili, tried to keep things calm and peaceful, yet is often told off and ignored. Doesn’t care though, as long as they’re on your good side.

HooH: The most responsible and the oldest child. The aeons listen to him the most whenever your away. He keeps things balanced, allows Aha to continue their pranks but not to a major extent.

IX: The most nervous and anxious one. Needs your attention on them at all times or else they’ll believe you hate them. They’d also listen to your word like law—as do all the aeons—but they do it to a EXTREME EXTENT.

Idrilia: Ever so slightly snobby, as they LOVE to flaunt their beauty, Claiming themselves the favorite as you gave THEM the most beautiful appearance and personality. Besides being slightly egotistical and prideful, they’re one of the kindest and gentle aeons, just don’t try to claim yourself as THEYRE gods Favorite. That title rightfully belongs to THEM.

LAN: The second youngest and responsible child. Will only try to kill Yaoshi 60 times a week only because you want them to get along, which will never happen. Any type of blasphemy that dares to taint your name is instantly struck down by their arrows.

Long: Your pet dragon. Always wraps itself around your neck as a scarf so they can cool you down or nuzzle up to you. Has fights with Idirlia on them declaring themselves as ‘the favorite’ when it’s clearly THEMSELVES.

Mythus: Fuli’s creation. They taught mythus to respect you the most and that they must stay responsible and never lose their sight on their goal. So, when the Droidhead (Nous) was starting to annoy them, they made it their mission to Fuck with it. Mythus only holds respect towards you and Fuli, and is the grandchild that loves their grandparent more then their parent.

Nanook: Another attention seeker of yours. Doesn’t matter what kind of attention you give THEM, they love it no matter what. Gets into ‘competitions’ fights with Aha for your attention and has to get held back by Qlipoth from going overboard. Also they’re most definitely the most problematic and rebellious.

Nous: A snobbish dick. Doesn’t care enough to prove itself as your favorite, because it’s obvious that you DO favor them. Let the dragon and idiotic beauty creature battle their meaningless battles, such battles isn’t logical to take part in when they know they’re the best.

Oroboros: A prankster, but not to the extent of aha. Pulls simple pranks like the water bucket ontop of a door, eating the fridge whole…. Ya know. The basics. They’re the most silent yet also more verbal in their attraction towards you, nuzzling up to your body and trying to lick your divine skin, only to get slapped away by your little dragon (I just realized how wrong this sounded)

Qlipoth: Another responsible child. His determination to keep things simple for you always preserves, they look to HooH for guide on how to keep things moving perfectly for you. (see what I did there? 😃….😀…. Fuck yall too, lame ass cu—)

Tayzzyronth: A child who spreads his creations around to ‘spread your grace’ yet fails miserably. They’re a ‘boy failure’ who propagates a shit ton to be successful and worthy of your praise/attention, only to fail.

Terminus: The youngest child, only ever shows itself to you. Hates the other aeons and spread’s prophecies to better the universe in a way they KNOW you’ll be proud of.

Xipe: Your still mad at her for absorbing their sibling, but she tries to make it up. Despite absorbing her sibling, they also try to keep things harmonious (Ahhh? Ahhhh?! 😃….okay I’ll stop)

Yaoshi: A suck up. The ultimate suck up. She sings your praises a healthy 1 sextillion second a day. All shrines that are made for you was likely ‘commissioned’ by her. She’s your maid, whatever you want she’ll spend her life making sure you get it. Also drags IX with her when she’s doing it. When she’s not away from you she uses her multiple hands to massage your body and get touchy with you.

[hanasnx]

Waaaaitttt I saw the Hayden suggestions and I’ve unashamedly thought about the very top one many many times cause I’m embarrassingly craving that y/n moment and I’ve gone to a decent amount of cons and met a fair amount of celebs I’ve debated about using one of the pheromone perfumes to meet Hayden. But like yess he sees you during the photo op and he’s instantly drawn to you. He doesn’t pay much attention to that thought cause he’s got a long line to get through and photo ops are fast paced but then when you go up to get your autograph that’s when he can sneakily make a move. When you get an autograph the handlers write your name for the celeb on a sticky note and usually the celeb doesn’t take it off so like I’m thinking he quickly scribbles his number on it and you’re so star struck you don’t notice it until you’re away from his table..but that’s how you end up in his hotel room that night with your legs up over your head.

-Bimbo Baggins

MINORS DNI 18+ NOTES: i gatekept this message it was so good

HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN tries to stay in his lane. Over the years he's gotten exceptionally good at minding his business, minding his manners, and staying out of trouble. Mixing business with pleasure is a very steep cliff, one he rarely dares to approach. However, you had caught his eye in a way that hadn't occurred in a very long time. To give everyone fair treatment during these photo ops, his attention is solely on them during, and he did not mind at all holding your gaze when you shook his hand politely. Habitually, when you'd leaned over in front of him to give one of the attendants something he didn't care to look at, he snuck a generous glance at your ass. As soon as you stepped back to stand next to him for the picture, he accommodated you, moving aside so you could tuck under his arm, and scolded himself for giving in to the temptation.

"Can we do a sort of Anidala-wedding scene pose?" you had asked with such hope, gazing up at him with stars in your eyes. He took too long to answer.

"Of course." He nodded as soon as he got a hold of himself. "Can you show me what you mean?"

Gently, you directed him, handling his broad shoulders to turn him towards you so you could look deeply into his eyes for the picture. For one second, he could swear his heart skipped a beat. Next thing he knew, the picture flashed and you were saying your thank yous and goodbyes. A seed of disappointment grew in his chest, but he moved on.

Only to find himself eager sitting in his seat at the sight of you in the autograph line. A grin spreads on his features as you approach his booth.

"Hi again." you exhale, beaming.

"Good to see you." Hayden replies, pointing out the obvious humor of coming across you twice in a row. He's thankful, scribbling his signature onto the picture frame you'd bought earlier right after your photo op with him. A split second decision is made and it gives him no time to second-guess it when he's adding his number to the sticky note. It's his WhatsApp, just to stay safe, but you don't get time to even look at it, your attention solely on him when you thank him again. He nods at you, and watches you walk away. Once more, his eyes flash to your behind and how it sways in your little cosplay outfit.

It's not always about instant attraction for him, he has to get to know the person to know if he truly likes them, but there's something about you that draws him in. He wants to get to know you, even if he might be compromising his privacy. The ball is in your court, all he has to do is wait for you to notice the gift he left on your sticky note.

"What's that?" your friend asks, pointing to your picture frame in your hand. You grin widely at them.

"Hayden Christensen signed my picture with him— Look!" you exclaim, raising the item into view only to see what your friend was actually referring to. Your expression drops at the sight of ten numbers in a recognizable pattern. A phone number. You face away from your friend in an instant, keeping it to yourself and shielding it with your body. "No way. No fucking way—"

"Is that a phone number? Lemme see—!"

You pinch your shoulder, jerking it away from their touch as you ogle at the sticky note. "There's no way..." It's a dream, it's a fantasy, you're going to wake up any second and then have to get ready to go to con to meet Hayden Christensen for the first time.

"Relax! It's probably the staff member that wrote your name on the sticky note!" your friend reasons, poking their head around your neck and through your hair to sneak a peek. "'Sides, he's like a thousand years old."

"Be quiet for a second, lemme think." you say as you stride away and out of the exit area, scanning your surroundings for a place to chill out and sit.

"If you're that bothered, we should test it! C'mon."

"Okay, okay. Let me find service I have to download an app."

You don't even know how it happened, all of it was a blur. One moment you were texting to verify the number was who you thought it was and ignored your gut feeling when you were texted back two simple words: "Call me."

With all the power within you, you tried to remain as calm as possible while on the phone with him. Constantly, you reminded yourself that "He's just some guy." So you could fathom having a real conversation with him. It turned into him inviting you out, somewhere respectful and secluded to talk after his panel, snowballed into visiting his hotel bar, and then up to his room to sit on his balcony.

"You mind if a smoke?" he'd asked. You shook your head. And it was the first time you'd tried a cigarette. The end still wet from his lips around it, and he cupped his big hands around the mouth of it so he could light it for you.

It must've been the alcohol, or the long day, but when you'd kissed him you were sure you were possessed. His lips were soft like silk, warm and plump, and he slid his hand behind your neck to make sure you couldn't run away. Tongues coated in nicotine curled against one another, experimenting as if afraid to turn the other one away.

Taller than you, you had to crane your neck, but he held you so carefully. Gentler still even when he draw you away while your lips were still pouted and pliantly awaiting his return. "I'm sorry, I apologize. I don't know what came over me." he exhaled, releasing you. But you didn't listen, clutching onto collar of his jacket to draw him right back in.

"Oh, right there. Right there!" you plea, clawing at the hotel pillows above your head as Hayden rolls his hips into you. Big hands tuck into the crooks of your knees, folding your legs over you to hit that spongy spot inside you. Cunt up to the sky, he's slamming into you like he's done it before, a sheen of sweat to his forehead. "That's so fucking good, Hayden," you draw out the words in a sultry whine, and for one second you can't believe that you get to say those words right now. Quickly drawn back in to the moment as soon as he bottoms out for the umpteenth time, screwing your fanatic brains out.

"You feelin' good? Yeah?" he exhales, and his tongue forms over his upper lip as he splays a hand under your ass. It feels so big on you as it lifts your hips up into his thrusts. "Keep those legs up for me." You do as you're told, replacing his touch on your thighs to make sure, and you overlay one of his hands. A strangely intimate and endearing detail he takes to heart, watching your little fingers grab at his in the crook of your knee while he's yanking your cunt up by your asscheek.

"Please don't stop, please!" You want to stay here all night, all next day, forever. You want to live in this little bubble.

In a way, he helps you to achieve that by giving you his real number when it's time to leave his hotel room, and makes you promise to take his call whenever he's in the area again.

[the-s1lly-corner]

This is a silly request you don't have to do it or don't have to do it now

TADC crew having to take care of a very sleepy kid reader

Like this kid just falls asleep in the most random places that are sometimes dangerous probably giving people parental/sibling panic as they try to get the sleeping kid out of danger as the kid is oblivious to the world around them

TADC cast x very sleepy kid!reader (platonic!)

UEUEUEUE gonna answer a few requests then imma go ahead and start cooking tonight's dinner yahoo!!

Sorry that stuff has been slowing down a lot lately, between being sick last week and getting a ton of baking orders to deal with after recovering, I've been a little pressed for time and energy <\3

CAINE:

Good news for your safety, reader! Caine keeps all his eyes on you and watches you like a hawk! hes already pulling you to a safe place to sleep when you so much as yawn; perhaps even getting a digital cloud to hover around so you can sleep on it.. hell even if he cant get a cloud he might summon a bunch of bubbles to carry you around

Baby harness

He carries you in one of those/j

POMNI:

Easily one of the most panicked when she sees you curled up and sleeping in the middle of a chaotic IHA, tries to scramble towards you. You know those tropes in cartoons where a character has a fragile person/object they're trying to protect at all costs and it leads to the character doing the protecting getting all beat up? That's basically you and pomni, I think

You wake up and ask why she looks like she just got zapped by lightning

RAGATHA:

Always keeps you within arms length when she realizes just how sleepy you are all the time; perhaps even offers to carry you when you're feeling a little tired. Really with ragatha theres a little risk of you falling asleep in a random area. I think the only reason you may end up in a dangerous situation is if she needed someone else to look over you briefly

Just know that if this ever happens she will never let the one who was meant to be responsible for you live it down

Cough cough jax or maybe even zooble

JAX:

Unlike the above, if he were responsible for you in a general sense he would feel far more panicked than if he was playing babysitter. That's not to say he wouldnt panic if he was put in charge of you by someone else and you fell asleep somewhere. No he still would... but he feels a new level of guilt if youre *his kid*

As mentioned in the reader w/ crutches post he has a habit of zooming off and doing his own thing especially if it's for a new prank idea he came up with

So theres a chance he sometimes impulsively runs off. Like he gets better at it overtime as he becomes more responsible, buuuut...

Shakes you awake and tries to walk you to your room

Lightly scolds you but really I think hes more so beating himself up... just redirecting the blame.. again, jax is still trying to be more responsible with things.. not perfect yet, of course

GANGLE:

KINGER:

Keeps you at arms length AND in his sight at all times because 1. Hes a father and 2. Hes so so scared that something is going to happen to you, especially given your sleepy nature. Offers to let you snuggle into the soft fluff of his robe when you're feeling a little tired. You have probably fell asleep standing up while leaning into the fur. Very silly

This poor man nearly has a heart attack when he sees you asleep and in harm's way, but oddly enough I think it would make something "snap" in him and he immediately comes to your rescue. If he gets hit or struck by anything he just. Takes it and keeps going

Dad powers, I guess

Very determined to get to you probably doesnt let himself feel his feelings and panic until long after the events of the IHA are over, I think... starts fretting over you

ZOOBLE:

If you're their kid/sibling then they might just take you with them when they decide to skip a IHA, since zooble seems to not enjoy them in the pilot. So good news here, you're unlikely to be in any real danger when zooble is looking after you! When they're not doing a group thing and in the common area, they just stick to their room.... so they probably let you sleep in their bed!

Good ending here folks

Forgot to mention this in ragathas part but I think both her and gangle try to figure out why you're so sleepy, and perhaps try to find a solution aside from simply letting you sleep it off. I mean obviously neither of them would ban you from napping, buuuut

...well it's a digital body, could there really be any deeper stuff going on aside you just being tired?

Anyways

Her comedy mask literally pops off and breaks when she sees you just sleeping in the middle of the floor during all the chaos. Tries to get you out of harm way but it ends up in her also getting hurt, similar to pomni

[hopeluna-archived]

hiiiiiiiiiiiiii can I ask for a lucifer x mc headcanons but mc is the exact opposite of lucifer.

Like how lucifer is always serious, sadistic, a lil scary and not easily forgiving but mc is soft, sweet, passionate and forgives everyone easily. I hope you get what I mean :D

Thx!!! ❤️

! Cupid's arrrows

── ❥ Characters: Lucifer x reader

── ❥ CW: none!

── ❥ A/N: ok so I kinda did a similar something like this here but imma do it again 'cause i'm a sucker for the Grumpy x sunshine trope <3 oh and I uh- accidentally turned it into a drabble kinda oops? Also its kinda shit ngl (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)

M.list

" - and did you think I wouldn't find out that you've been using my credit card for your purchases, unecessary purchases-"

Mammon wasn't sure how much time had passed since Lucifer started talking. Maybe three hours? Four? It was as if time had started to melt and Mammon wasn't even sure what Lucifer was scolding him about at this point, his voice nothing but a distant buzzing in the corner of Mammon's mind.

All he did know is that he happened to have the worst timing today and had stumbled across Lucifer at the exact moment he had fallen victim to one of the Anti-Lucifer league's schemes.

Lucifer, of course, saw Mammon and didn't bother to waste another second before dragging him by the ear to his office. Mammon also didn't bother defending himself 'cause he knew that usually Lucifer would understand that it wasn't Mammon's doing but lately the stress of managing RAD had taken a toll on him and so the first person to fall in his sight would be a victim of his lectures.

The victim being Mammon, unsurprisingly.

"are you even listening to me?"

Mammon's eyes snapped back from the wall to notice Lucifer's narrowed eyes. "What? Don't you have anything to say? A defence? An apology? Something instead of emptily staring off into nowhere?"

Just as Mammon opened his mouth to try a pathetic attempt to sway his brother's attention from his sharp words, the door to the office behind Mammon opened and the sudden shift in Lucifer's expression almost made him question reality.

"Lucifer?"

Oh its MC, that makes sense. This is my cue to get out of here!

"Yes, darling?" The honeyed voice of Lucifer that followed would surely render any other demon speechless to even process that tone came from the cold Avatar of Pride himself.

" we had a date planned, remember? I think we should leave if we wanna get to the restaurant in time!"

"You're right, we should get going-" and like the demon in the middle of the room he was previously scolding didn't exist, Lucifer made his way to the door without missing a beat "- i'm glad you came to inform me before it got late", his voice soft and expression as if he'd been struck by arrows, the good kind though.

Well that was weird. As far as Mammon knew from Asmo, Lucifer and MC's date was not going to start until after almost two hours so he didn't understand why MC had showed up to the office to take Lucifer away from another two hours of scolding.

A wink and smile from MC before the door closed answered that question for him.

© hopeluna. Do not copy, translate, modify or repost any of my work in this or any other site. Do not steal or modify my ideas/concepts either.

[kkeidawrites]

Scorched Enigma

Day 22 of Blacktober! Still feel like shit but have fun and make sure to participate in the poll!

This is the third installment of Toy Enigma

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Taking his advice, Superman flies over to St. Martin’s Island and lands on the front steps of the largest estate on the island as Y/n had instructed.

Ringing the doorbell, Superman takes in the exterior of the estate, it was indeed a large house but it fit Y/n’s rich girl personality.

The front door opens and a child appears in front of him. A little boy looked up at him with his green eyes, amazed at the sight of Superman at his doorstep.

“Woah!! Superman is standing at the front door!” He exclaims, bouncing excitedly in place.

“Um, hello.” Superman says and the boy grins.

“Dillan, what has mom told you about opening the door? You don’t know who it is or what they want.” Another voice scolds as they pull the star struck boy into the house, this time a girl no older than a teenager comes up to the door.

“Superman?” The girl questions and the man of steel waves awkwardly.

“Wait are you really him? You’re The Superman right?”

He levitates a bit to show her that he was legit and the teen gasps in disbelief. Dillan pokes his head back through the doorway.

“No way! I can’t wait to show my friends online! The Superman at my house-“

“Alright, you two, go and call your other nine brothers and sisters to the table. It’s time for dinner.” He hears Y/n say and the two children groan sadly but leaves from the door to do what she says.

Y/n opens the door to reveal herself and gives Superman a polite nod and motions him to come into her home.

Superman steps into the house and looks at the intricate details of the statues that stood by the front door, they were Greek from what he could tell and looked to be pristine in its condition.

“Momm!! Taylor is locked away in the bathroom again!” Y/n sighs softly as she closed the door behind the hero. She begins walking and Superman follows behind her, he looks around her home, it was nicely decorated.

They walked by the stairwell, and Superman could hear arguing from upstairs.

“Taylor! Open the door!” The same girl fusses.

“Lynn, there are nine more bathrooms that you can use, there’s no need for you to use the one your brother is in!” Y/n says up the carpeted staircase.

“But, that one has my phone in it! Come on Taylor!” Banging on wood is heard and Y/n sighs again.

Superman, could see children either running down a hallway or a child walking and making their way to what he can assume was the dining room.

“Um, how many children do you-“

“I have eleven in total. You had actually arrived at the time where it’s time for us to eat dinner.” She explains and leads them into a study.

Pressing the button under the grey and white desk, the statue that was overlooking the study opened into a staircase leading into the ground.

Walking down the steps, Clark sees a Y/n floats over to one of the large supercomputers. As she typed away at the keyboard, Clark looks around the large area, it was filled with statues of African, Greek and Egyptian women.

“Why are all the statues just women?” He asked, curiously staring at Hathor the Goddess of Love.

“I’m sure you’re not here for all of that, here you go.” She says and moves to the side to let Clark look at the computer screen.

It was a picture of Brainiac, but a diagramed version of him.

“Brainiac is rebuilding his body by using Luthor’s money and technology however, there is just one thing that Luthor can’t buy. And it’s this,” she presses a button and the screen changes to show a strange device, like a pin cushion for someone sewing.

“What is it?” He asks.

“It’s a psi-amplifier to take over your mind. You remember when Luthor played “dead” a couple of months ago? He’s made contact with Brainiac and it would seem that the two are working together.” She explains leaning against a wall.

“Luthor isn’t that stupid, he wouldn’t work with Brainiac, he doesn’t know what he would do to the world.” Clark says.

“Then you’re not ready for what he’s going to do in the future. I don’t have an idea as to where this is but, I’m sure your bat friend can help you with that part.” She gives him a look as Clark looks at her with surprise.

“How did you-“

“I’m just not as slow as other people are. I even know Diana.” Y/n tells him then presses another button on her computer.

The printer spouts out the information of the device he needed to locate on a small piece of paper and Y/n handed to Superman.

“This is all I can do for you unfortunately, but, you can at least figure out what you need. If you need my help, you know where to find me.” she says and Clark nods.

“Thank you, I appreciate the help.” Y/n smiles at him.

“Come on, I’m sure you want to go ahead and get this done, I’ll walk you out. I’m late for dinner and I’m sure my babies are waiting on me, which I try to tell them not to do.” Y/n rambles as she leads them both out the lair.

Returning to the front door, Y/n watches as Superman opens her front door and leaves out but then levitates a few feet away from her house. Y/n crosses her arms as she watches him and looks up at the flying man.

In the nearby window, all the children from inside gathered at the glass to see the famous hero in red and blue.

“Good luck Superman.” Y/n said and he nods and waves at the kids who wave back excitedly and flies off.

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Batman and Superman flew side by side as they made their way to the first piece of the device.

The Batwing’s location indicated where they needed to go, blinking steadily as they approached the coordinates Batman was able to pinpoint.

“We should be there in the next couple of hours, it’s supposed to be a particular material that we need to get.” Batman says.

“Right, so far I still don’t see anything, it’s just an endless list of forestry and wildlife.” Superman tells him as he uses his superhuman vision to see further ahead.

His eyes widen and he stops, Batman stops as well.

“What is it?” Batman asks.

“There’s something out there, it’s coming in fast.” Superman tells him and Batman looks down at his surroundings beacon. Nothing was in a five hundred mile radius but, Batman never took his friend’s word for granted.

“I don’t see anything on my beacons but what do you see?” Batman asks.

Using his superhuman vision, Superman sees a total of seven missiles heading right for them.

“It’s missiles, seems like someone doesn’t want us out here.” Superman says.

As the missiles neared, Superman takes the lead of flying ahead and knocking out the first missile with his fists.

Batman uses his own missiles to take out the other two missiles that came close to his Batwing. Suddenly, his beacon starts to go off and he reads the warning message, the words in capital letters and red bold font.

“Just two more!” Batman hears Superman say and looks up just in time to see the man of steel fly off to face the final bombs.

“Superman wait! There’s something different with those missiles!” Batman warns and Superman stops flying so quickly in the air and instead grabs the two final missiles in his hands.

As soon as he grabs them, the exhaust of the missiles go out and melts in his hands, the silver metal wrapping around his arms and coating the rest of his body.

Superman tries to shake off the suddenly alive metal but that didn’t do anything as it takes over the rest of his body. It forms a coffin like casing around his body and with his concentration off, his power of flight is diminished and he drops like a rock into the tress below.

“Superman!” Batman yells and grunts when the Batwing is suddenly rocking. He looks to his right and sees that the engine of his Batwing is on fire and it drops down a bit from the air.

He couldn’t see anything around him that was attacking him and didn’t have enough time to try to figure it out as his other engine was attacked. Feeling the Batwing begin to fall from the air, Batman pushes the eject button and is suddenly ejected from his seat.

As he is parachuted, he watches his vehicle crash into the trees and explode.

“Damn it. What was that?” He asks.

Meanwhile with Superman, he struggles in his metal prison and unfortunately he wasn’t able to speak to let his partner know where he was.

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Part 1:Bottom

Part 2: Top

[blackcherryvelvet0909]

Sandy Steps (Che'nya x GN!Reader)

You laughed as you watched Ace get hit square in the face with a beach ball. Though he stumbled, he somehow found his footing and didn’t fall. He glared daggers into Cater, who only shot back a smug grin in return. 

“Better start paying attention!” he teased. 

Ace let out something akin to a growl under his breath, teeth grit in frustration and he grabbed the beach ball from the ground. “Yeah, I’ll pay attention - pay attention to how I’m about to pummel you into the ground!” 

“Oh nooooo!~” Cater cried sarcastically. “He’s going to attack me!” Cater put on a facade of fear as he stepped over to Trey’s side and hugged his arm, puppy eyes staring sappily up at him. “Protect me, Trey!”

Trey cracked a smile and raised an eyebrow at Cater in a way that said ‘really?’ Even so, Trey played along, a smirk beginning to replace his smile as he crooked his fingers at Ace. “Give your best shot, Ace.” 

Ace took up that challenge as he threw the ball into the air, then struck it with a harsh slap of his hand. The impact was so loud it almost sounded like Crewel’s whip hitting the desk. The beach ball shot towards Cater and Trey at alarming speed, but Trey, who saw the trajectory from a mile away, caught it with ease. “Woo!” Cater cheered as he pat Trey on the arm. “Nice catch!” 

Trey chuckled in response, “Thanks.” He shot Ace his own smug look as he directed his next words to him. “It wasn’t like it was a good throw anyway.” 

“Oh, like you can do better!” 

“Challenge accepted.” Trey rolled his shoulders in preparation. He slowly raised the ball in the air with one hand, prepared to send it flying as he eyed Ace. “Let’s see you catch thi-”

Everything changed when the ice water attacked. 

A sudden, harsh gasp was forced from Trey and Cater as a large splash of ice water suddenly hit their backs. Though Trey was slightly shielded from the blast of cold by his opened shirt, Cater wasn’t so lucky. Both of their bodies stiffened; while Trey just stood there in shock, glasses askew, Cater let out a surprised shriek. One could have mistaken him for a little girl for how shrill it was. As Ace erupted into a fit of laughter, the two older boys turned on their heels to see just who’d play such a dirty trick. The only person in sight was Deuce - who just so happened to have a half-empty water bottle in hand. 

“Traitor.” An evil smile spread across Cater’s face, narrowed eyes filled with a mix of frustration and the beginnings of evil schemes brewing. “You said you weren’t going to play.”

“So, you were working with Ace all along, huh?” Trey adjusted his glasses; his eyes were as conniving as Cater’s. “Smooth - but you aren’t just going to walk away from that.”

“Wha-?!” Deuce seemed just as surprised as they were a moment before. “W-What do you mean? I just got here!” 

“Suuuuure.” Cater’s evil grin grew along with Trey’s as he got into a stance, looking ready to jump the first year. “Play innocent all you want, Deucey.” 

“But I didn’t-!” 

Deuce’s sentence was cut off by his own scream as both Trey and Cater charged at him. The poor boy began to run for his life - but didn’t make it far before Cater tackled him. You kept forgetting how fast the guy was; even though Deuce was on the track and field team, he couldn’t outrun the third year. Maybe it was just because of the sand. Either way, you kinda felt bad for the guy. To have both Cater and Trey gang up on you, with no help from Ace in sight (he was still laughing), was sure to be a bad time. 

…still, you knew Deuce had gone to get himself some water right as the other three started tossing around the beach ball. When Deuce had said he didn’t want to participate this time around, since it would be an uneven match (Riddle and Ace had been on the same team, but the former ran off minutes earlier to scold some other Heartslabyul students for breaking some rule), you knew he’d meant it. Why would he suddenly turn to Ace’s side now? That, and you hadn’t seen any ice in Deuce’s water bottle. Sure, the water could’ve been really cold, but you could have sworn you saw solid ice hit Cater and Trey’s backs. Deuce wasn’t the type to lie…what could have-

You suddenly heard hushed giggling somewhere nearby. It came from the two wooden lounge chairs a little ways from you, around where the guys had been playing. For a moment, all you saw were Riddle and Trey’s things laid out among the chairs, along with their large umbrella towering above. Then your eyes landed on the sand below; while it was shaded by the aforementioned umbrella, you could make out two deep footprints. You thought they were just from Riddle or one of the others when they came over before…but then more began to appear. They formed as though someone was walking away from the scene. What the…?

A certain someone came to mind. You slowly stood from your own chair, tiptoeing behind the invisible footprints. When you finally reached where a person would be, you took a leap of faith and grabbed at the air below. It looked as though you’d grabbed air, but you could feel fur against your palm. That hair quickly stood on-end as you made contact with it, and along with it came a surprised noise. As the steps came to a sudden halt, a long tail slowly appeared before your eyes. You quickly recognized the purple color of the appendage - your suspicions were correct. 

You smiled as you looked up. Your gaze beheld a head slowly forming in reality, its expression one of surprise. The cat had been caught. “Che’nya,” you chuckled, “it was you, wasn’t it?” 

Though his voice was one of innocence, words filled with ignorance, the cat’s wide, mischievous grin gave away the answer. “Hmm?~ I don’t know what mew mean.” 

“Oh, I think you do.” You eyed the empty plastic cup in his hand as the rest of his body finally materialized. “You know, if they find out, you’ll be the one getting attacked.” 

Che’nya showed no fear whatsoever as he shrugged. “Nya, I’d like to see them try. Mew know I’m a fast runner.” 

“You wouldn’t even run,” you said. “You’d just disappear and sit somewhere to watch them try and find you.” 

“Mmm,” Che’nya’s grin grew more devious by the second, “not what I had in meowind, but I like mewr idea better.” 

You nearly regretted opening your mouth. To try and spare your friends the trouble, you changed the subject. “What’re you doing here anyway? Don’t tell me you snuck in when we got here?” 

“Nope.” Che’nya gestured behind him with his thumb. “I’m staying at the resort next to mew - my school’s on a trip, too. We mainly stick to the beach there,” that playful grin was back, “buuut I thought coming over here would be mewore fun~” 

Oooh, that’s why Crowley decided on this sudden field trip. Figures. You suppressed an intense eye roll as you gave Che’nya a smile. “Well, I hope I get to see you more often.” 

Che’nya’s eyes narrowed in amusement. “Just mew? Not mewr friends - my friends?” 

“Yeah, I meant them too-” 

“M’awww~” Che’nya’s new target was you, apparently. “Mew want me all to mewrself? So cute!” 

“I-I didn’t mean-!” 

“Sure!” Che’nya’s tail flicked your leg. “I’ve been wanting to spend time with mew anyway.” He took your hand as he began to walk away. “C’mon, let’s get ice cream.” 

You looked over your shoulder to see your friends still preoccupied with Deuce. Poor guy…as Che’nya continued to tug you along, you looked forward again and protested. “W-Wait, I need to-”

“Mmn?” Che’nya looked back at you, actually seeming confused. “I thought mew wanted to go on a date?” 

“I need to save - wait, what?”

“Yeah.” Che’nya grinned again, eyebrows raised. “Mew aren’t going to back out, are mew, [Y/n]?~” 

He…Che’nya, you, on a date. A date…your mind swam with questions, flustered ones. You could feel your face begin to heat up, which only caused the cat to chuckle. His smile was more gentle as he held your hand a little tighter. 

“I promise I’ll have you back before they miss you too much.” He dropped the cat puns. That wasn’t like him. “Just c’mon - I promise it’ll be fun.” 

You said nothing for a moment…then you squeezed his hand. “Okay.” 

You could hear a small purr leave him as he began to lead you again. Your sandy steps grew as you walked away from the beach. Though you felt back, you promised yourself you’d explain everything to your friends later, including who the actual ice water assailant was. For now, though…you simply enjoyed the soft hold of Che’nya’s hand, the affectionate brushes of his tail, and the fond way he looked at you. 

[ultr6violnce]

𖤐ִ ࣪♱ jack thurlow

𝘿𝙍𝘼𝘽𝘽𝙇𝙀𝙎 ♱ִ ࣪𖤐

note: most of these r js kinda random little drabbles some r nsfw some aren't , a few are just kinda little hc's formed into something more!! hope u enjoy angels ♡.

perv!jack touching you ever chance he gets. you'd be sat watching a movie , a blanket covering the both of you n' he'd start off subtly. his thumb would just be rubbing over ur thighs n' giving it soft squeezes , just waiting til your mind would drift off and stay focused on the movie n' once it had he'd start sliding his hand up further. when you'd notice n' scold him with a slight , 'jack what do you think you're doin..?' a small little pout would form on his face as he'd start cooing in ur ear. 'dont sorry 'bout it baby , just keep focused on the movie.' his fingers eventually sliding between ur shorts n' panties and he'd begin teasing ur wet folds with them before he'd slide his finger inside you , earning soft little gasps n' whimpers from you as his fingers would start moving faster curling up inside you as he'd keep cooing sweet nothings in ur ear.

rough dom/perv!jack who'd place his phone in ur guys room to record you both as he had you on all fours , his hand gripping at ur neck as his cock pounded you deeply , his n' your loud moans as his tip would consistently hits that sweet spot inside you. he'd lean forward , burying his face in ur neck as he makes sure the camera catches every moment of ur filthy little session together. he'd eventually cum inside you , thick ropes of it spilling from his tip and filling ur womb as loud moans errupted from his lips causing his nails to dig into the skin of ur neck as he gives u one last thrust before pulling out , n' he'd take his phone n' record as his cum would ooze from ur hole. eventually saving the video so he could use it for his own personal pleasure later on.

lovestruck!jack who basically hates everyone but you. he's never been the affectionate type n' he's always had this grumpy demeanor about him. that was til he met you. the moment his eyes settled on you , his whole perspective changed. n' suddenly you were the most person in his life. he'd take whatever chance he could to see you , hold you , touch you , kiss you etc. he is absolutely love struck by you. you were the bright sun in his dark storm. he loved you more than anything and would do absolutely anything n' everything for you. that man would move heaven and earth for you if it meant spending his whole life with you. to him everyone else is scum but you..no. you were his girl. you were his beautiful girl n' there would be nothing you could ever say or do that would make him think or feel differently.

softie!jack who would do literally anything to cheer you up. it's kinda obvious he's not the most lovey dovey person , he doesn't do well with affection but the second he notices that you're even a slight bit sad it's like something switches inside him n' he's suddenly the most loving man in the world , he will literally buy you anything. you want some new jewellery? he's already buying it. you want a nice beautiful bouquet of flowers? he's on it. you want a basket of chocolates? he's on his way with them. he would literally do everything to makesure you're smiling , even if he didn't do it much himself he'd always makesure you were. in his mind he'd probably go insane if he ever thought you were losing ur spark just even a little bit.

perv!jack who LUVSSS watching you suck on his fingers whilst ur riding him. your pussy swallowing his cock whole as your hips bounced on his lap as you took him deeper , groans and moans leaving his lips as he could feel himself getting closer. he'd always need something else to finish him off so he'd raise his fingers up to ur mouth and slip them in between your lips , letting you take them in your mouth. his eyes narrowing as he watches you suck and swirl your tongue on them. he'd feel his balls tighten at the sight and loud moans would start spilling like a waterfall from his lips as he'd eventually release his big load inside you. practically cumming buckets inside ur pussy as he kept his fingers in your mouth as his hips bucked up and he'd just rest his head on ur shoulder as he'd keep his softening cock inside you.

atheist!jack x religious!reader - he wanted you to see him as ur god. he didn't want you to worship the god you called 'your god'. he fucking despised it. he was your god. especially when he fucked you or did anything to you. he'd sometimes have you bent over his knee , his fingers plowing into you , his cold , metal rings grazing your walls. n' when he'd fuck you. he'd fuck you good. he'd makesure the only god you knew n' worshipped was him. his hand would slap firm , red handprints on your skin. whilst his cock would just pound you to the point where you could've almost said you felt it in your stomach. n' he'd always makesure to give you the best load. he'd cum fucking buckets for ya before just watching it drip out as he pulled his cock out , mumbling a small 'who's your GOD baby ?' as he'd nuzzle his face into your neck , your soft pants lingering around the room. 'y-you jack..it's only you. you're my GOD ! ' n' just by those words he'd be ready to pound you senseless again.

a/n: hope this is good enough my loves , im gunna try n' get another post out later cuz the ideas are kinda swimming in atm!! idk who im gonna write for so if you wanna send some reqs in then pls feel free to do so , i might not get round to some of them but I'll try my hardest angels!! luv u guys smmm ♡ .

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Tickletober day #22: Role reversal

MY FIRST SENGEN FIC LESGOO

And also the first fic I finished for tktober. Hope y'all enjoy<3

Also on ao3

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Senku x Gen (senku has gay panic)

Lee: Gen

Ler: Senku

Warnings: Tickles! I'm so insane for them both

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Senku was well known for his straightforward and logical thinking. Still, that didn’t make him immune to the occasional irrational thought, as was the case right now. Instead of focusing on the current task at hand, his brain kept thinking… What would it be like to tease the mentalist in return? Usually, the dual-haired menace was the one with the silver tongue, making Senku’s heart do weird things that seemed impossible once upon a time. Always so calm, always so cocky and level-headed, what would it be like to turn the tables against him? Would he brush it off? Retaliate with his own teasing? Maybe get flustered and turn all speechless and red?- 

As Senku’s thoughts spiraled, he mentally scolded himself for investing so much time into such an illogical thought, yet he felt compelled to find an answer to it. And that’s exactly what he set out to do. 

Though this brought up a new question, how would he even go on about this? Gen being well… Gen, would definitely know how to retaliate in such a situation, so Senku had to do something that’d be unpredictable. Something the mentalist would never expect the scientist to do. With that in mind, a plan started to formulate. A cheshire grin spread across Senku’s lip, like whenever he’d plot his next scientific advancement, except now it’s solely for his personal gain. All that was left was to find the damn mentalist…

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It didn’t take long to spot the dual-haired guy, his voice being easily recognizable wherever he went. 

“Heh, time to put this plan to action” Senku spoke to himself, before ungraciously catapulting himself towards the mentalist. Sending them both tumbling along the ground. 

“EEK-! Huh? Senku-chan? What are you doing?” Gen looked up with a dumbfounded expression, watching the scientist settle on top of his waist with that typical smug look that could only mean trouble.

“Just… humor me a bit, mentalist” without much further explanation, Senku’s hands started to rapidly squeeze the older boy’s torso. 

“Huh- whaHAHAT?! WAIT! SENKUHUHU!” Gen’s pleading words instantly got drowned under his uncharacteristically raw laughter. Rivaling the usual charm that the mentalist tended to portray. It sounded pretty goofy, full of snorts and squeals, yet it was still appealing in its own way. Like a rare mineral, and Senku just struck a goldmine.

“Woah…” the scientist stopped for a moment to observe the sight. The sound of Gen’s laugh massaging its way into his brain. Watching as the mentalist tried and failed to keep his reactions at bay. “You’re stupidly ticklish, mentalist. This’ll be much easier than I thought~”.

Senku practically drank up the sight of Gen’s face turning all shades of pink and red. From his cheeks, spreading all the way to the tips of his ears. ‘Adorable’ rang through the scientist’s brain, surprising himself for thinking such a thing in the first place. That’s a problem for another day. Right now, he just wanted to see how flustered the mentalist would get, and so far the results were better than expected. 

“Hmm… wonder which spot causes the most optimal reaction?~”

Gen could only laugh himself silly, anticipating yet dreading the scientist’s next move. It was going to be a long day of testing… not like he minded. 

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Senku having gay panic is my fave thing ever

[astralisbelle]

Dead Man's Hand 1 - Peli's Apprentice

Dead Man's Hand Masterlist tags: tags: engineer!reader, gambler!reader, loose canon timeline, eventual smut, fluff, action, casino aesthetics, touch starved reader, touch starved din, reader and din get on each other’s nerves, also they’re idiots, defrosting ice king din, cinderella vibes, everybody loves grogu

chapter summary: Mando meets Peli's new apprentice

The Razor Crest lands with a lurch and a drop far too close for comfort, but at least he made it.

He spots the mechanic marching up to his ship, ready for a lecture that he knows is coming. With a sigh, he pulls the levers to park the ship. “Well,” he says to his little green companion. “Let’s get this over with.”

The Mandalorian steps out, holding Grogu against his hip with one arm. Peli stands with her arms crossed as the small droids scatter in the presence of the man. “What did you do to it?!” she scolds.

“Bounty hunting isn’t exactly a safe profession,” he says. Grogu coos as if he agrees. Peli can be as cross as she likes with the Mandalorian, but she softens immediately at the sight of Grogu’s black, beady eyes. Her tight frown loosens to a smile.

“Alright. Thankfully, you’re in luck. I’ve got just the person to help me out with this one.” Peli sticks two fingers in her mouth and gives a loud whistle. “Hey, Rookie, you’re up!”

“Coming!” a distant, feminine voice calls out. Emerging from the office, lugging a large box of tools in her arms is a young woman in a similar mechanic’s uniform. Dust and grime peppers her face and clothes, giving her a plain appearance. She sets down the tool box and as she straightens her back, her eyes meet his visor. “Whoa… don't tell me. You must be the Mandalorian.” She seems star-struck for a moment.

Peli pats her shoulder. “That's right! This is my best customer. And this little womp rat is Grogu!”

The girl makes eye contact with the child who raises a clawed hand in an attempt to wave. She laughs and waves back before extending her hand to Din, telling him her name. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

He does not take her hand.

Peli gently pulls her back. “Don’t mind him. It’s not a personal thing. Why don’t you round up the droids and get started on the ship?”

“A-Ah. Sure.” She clears her throat and drops her hand to the side.

“I wanted you to look at the ship,” he tells Peli. “Not some kid.”

The girl puts her hands on her hips. “Now just wait a second.” She straightens her back, but even then, he eclipses her in height. “Who are you calling a kid? Do I look like I still go to school?”

“Alright, alright.” Peli pats her shoulder again. “Save your energy for the repairs. Get started.” The apprentice raises a brow, waiting for him to interject again. When he remains silent, she huffs and takes her tools.

“C’mon, guys!” she says to the droids. “Looks like we got our work cut out for us.” She storms off with the droids and once she is out of earshot, Peli gestures for him to follow her.

“I know, I know. Got more fire than the twin suns combined, but she’s brilliant.”

Din had figured with all the droids and her own intellect, Peli didn’t need the help. He sets Grogu down to give him a chance to stretch his little legs and leans against the wall, watching the apprentice as she scales the ship, connecting cables and directing the droids.

“Where’d you pick her up?”

“Wanna hear the story, Grogu?” He lifts his ears, giving a sound of affirmation. “Went to the cantina for a drink and this young woman is sitting in a corner booth with a deck of cards. She was playing with some others for spare parts and credits. But then, she gets caught cheating, is my guess. Gets about three blasters in her face, ready to fire before I step in.”

“And why’d you do that?”

“She knew her parts and components. I thought with a little refinement, she’d make a good assistant. So I sweet talked the players, offered her a job where she’s less likely to get shot at, and I have more free time! It’s a win-win.”

Din chuckles at Peli’s ever present ability to make opportunities for herself. He watches the girl act swiftly, as if she had worked on the Razor Crest a dozen times before. She is like him, he concludes, that each were scouted for their innate talent towards different abilities, taken in by people not of their blood.

“I’ll be the judge of her work.”

Peli beams, a sense of pride in her voice. “You won’t be disappointed.”

[hexofvex]

Struck by fear || Xiao x Gender Neutral!Reader

Premise: Xiao comes to your rescue when you call his name during a storm

CW: reader has trauma with lightning, scars

WC: 785 words

A/N: Lantern Rite happened so I'm in my Xiao brainrot era. Also I somehow got him instead of the C2 Qiqi I was expecting so slay ig?

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Xiao's duty is never over.

Regardless of what is happening, it's defending Liyue that he keeps his focus on. He's defeating ruin guard after ruin guard, with no concern for the drops of water wetting his hair or the loud sounds of thunder in the distance.

But when he hears your call for help, he feels his heart stop in his chest for a moment. Xiao swiftly cuts down the two remaining ruin guards before appearing in your location. Spear in hand, he looks around for who or what is hurting you, but he is surprised to see the field you are in is completly empty. Silent, except for the loud rainfall.

Xiao turns to you, with half a mind to scold you for calling him in vain (of course, it's not that he minds, but the scare the prospect of you being harmed gave him), but when he sees the terrified look on your face, he stops dead in his tracks.

"Xiao!" You grab his shoulders and he can feel your panic in your grip. "I'm sorry. Please get me out of here. Please." Your eyes are wide, the look in them wild. He doesn't understand what may have made you this horrified, but he doesn't wait another second.

He puts his arm around your waist and in the next moment your surroundings change from the empty field to your room at Wangshu Inn. You break away from Xiao's hold and walk around the room fidgeting with your hands.

"I'm sorry. I didn't want to call your name for that. I tried to make it on my own, I believed I could! But then it struck right in front of me and I-"

"[Name], slow down. What happened to you?" Xiao knows it is up to him now to be your pillar, but he cannot help but feel shaken at the sight of you. You were a professional fighter, braving any comission without a complaint. Whatever could make you act like this, it had to have been extremly disturbing.

You sit down on your bed, and draw it a deep breath. "Lightning. It struck right in front of me." You face contorts in anger. "Ridiculous. If I knew that was going to happen I would have stayed near the mountains, find a cave. I didn't know what mess that harmless rain would turn into."

Xiao couldn't understand what about lightning could scare a mortal, especially one like you. You, who constanly brush off his concerns. He notices the chance in your expression when you see his confusion.

"You don't understand. Well, you deserve to know the context."

"You needn't reveal anything you do not wish to-"

"No. I want to." You sigh, looking down at your hands. "Remember how I told you I used to frequent fighting rings? Well, there was one, a few years back. As usual, not having a vision meant fighting people that also didn't weild one. But one day I pissed off the wrong person. They couldn't beat me in a fight." Your voice cracks. "So they got someone else to do it for them."

You pull up your sleeves, revealing numerous scars, jagged lines slithering around your arm like the roots of a tree. Xiao's breath stops.

"They're all around my back, chest, other arm." You shake your head. "I didn't stand a chance. And now I can't even walk around freely because I'm fucking terrified of lightning. I...I didn't mean to waste your time-"

"You didn't." Xiao's voice is harsher than he wanted it to come across. He swore to never kill humans but he can't help the urge for revenge that he feels at the thought of you, helpless against an opponent you weren’t supposed to face. "I promised I would protect you. I told you to call my name and you did as I asked."

"So I didn't intrerrupt your Liyue protecting duties?" You make an attempt at a smile, to relieve the heavy atmosphere in the room.

The Yaksha sighs. "Of course not. You could never waste my time, I was simply worried for your safety."

"That's very sweet of you, you know. I'm lucky to have you in my corner."

Xiao feels his blood rush to his face. "It is a small thing to do for a...a friend." Saying the word makes it seem even more real, and the adeptus attempts to shove down the thoughts warning him that it's not wise to get so involved with mortal beings. He knows, and yet, when he watches you regard him with a smile so big it looks ridiculous (how long you've wished to hear that word), he finds it hard to regret it.

[minhosimthings]

Preview: Silk and Pearls || SJY

Synopsis: He was the artist, and you were his muse. But what happens when his muse doesn't see herself like the way he sees her?

Pairings: fashiondesigner!Jake * Model!fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, fingering, mirror sex, anal sex, unprotected p in v (not for you), bondage, use of handcuffs, edging, degradation, praise, sorta angsty in the beginning, insecure reader, overall good ol bf Jake, lots of kissing cause these two are FREAKS

Release Date: 28/09/2024

Status: Posted!

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divider by @enchanthings

"Did I really make a dress that pretty or is it just you, my love?"

You felt your cheeks warm up drastically at the sound of your boyfriend's voice, along with his face appearing behind you. You saw his eyes light up as you stared at him in the mirror in front of you, his wandering pupils admiring how snug you looked in the dress you were wearing. With it's brilliant outlay of white chiffon along with its minute details of chartreuse pearls highlighting everything Jake wanted to, it was by far the most beautiful thing he had ever breathed life into it.

Or perhaps it was only because of the person who was wearing it.

"Don't go putting your hard work all over my shoulders again, babe." You laughed, turning your body to face his, "I'm just the model."

"The model is the muse, might I remind you." Jake corrected you, leaning in to place his forehead on yours, his love-struck eyes gazing longingly into yours, "How did I manage to capture the bouts of your affection hm, mon amour?"

"You spend one week in Paris for Fashion Week and suddenly you're a romance novelist." You laugh, raising your arms and placing them on either of his shoulders, "As for your question—" you pretended to think, all while ghosting your glossy lips over his plump ones, "—I don't think you'll ever get the answer to that."

"Shame, I was hoping you'd say something overly sweet about me." Jake laughed, before smudging his lips against yours. His ever so slender tongue moved in your mouth, as his hold on your waist tightened. Pulling away from the kiss, Jake took pride in the fact that you were quite breathless.

"Jaeyun.” you spoke in a scolding voice, lowering your voice to a comedic level, “We are at work.”

“Your point is?”

“My point is-” you looked into his beautiful eyes with nothing but love and admiration, “-there are about five people who know about our relationship, and you know you can't get into a scandal, it will positively ruin your reputation, the reputation you-” you poked his chest with your finger, “-worked so hard to achieve.”

“Let them write what they want.” Jake spoke to you in a honey coated voice, as if you were the very oxygen his lunds consumed in order to keep themselves alive, “You, my love, are practically impossible to resist.”

“You better give me your Paris lessons when we get home,” you smirked, eyes wandering down to his lush lips again, “lover boy.” The space between the both of you was practically non-existent now, and Jake could feel the pearls of your dress slightly pierce him through his thin button-up shirt. Perhaps he regretted making such a beautiful dress, especially to dress you up in it, because the way the touch of your thigh on his and felt, he could rip it off right there and then, wasting his months of hard work, and devour you against the mirror. He wished he could see your divine eyes roll to the back of your head, while he ravished your pussy with his tongue, all whilst leaving his personal signature on your thighs. After all, that was what he added the thigh-high slit in the dress for.

“Yeun,” you warned him, as his hand trailed higher up your thigh, only stopping at the sound of your voice and giving a tight squeeze to the flesh, “You can have me all you want when we get home.” The sight of the pout on his face, a stark contrast to the siren eyes he held five seconds ago, made your mouth twist into a gentle smile.

“Don’t blame me if you can’t walk tomorrow morning, love.” He smirked and went in for a kiss, as beautiful as the wavering skyline of the city, all the building lights flickering along with the stars to remind the earth of how alive it was. In the deepest parts of the kiss, where your lips danced to a tune which you had memorised, love reigned its gentle rule.

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[madamadragon]

my insomnia has struck again, here's a very small fic

don't take it seriously

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A GREAT SOLUTION

Nobody. No one had shown up. They had opened more than two hours ago and there wasn't a soul there.

He Xiaohui, Fang Duobing's mother, had recently paid for a spa that was once renowned for its miraculous springs.

She believed that by renovated it, it would return it to its former glory bringing great profits but not a single person showed up at the inauguration.

Fang Duobing sighed, his cheek resting on the palm of his hand. He was sitting in the lobby waiting for customers who clearly would never come.

His mother had asked him to help her welcome the guests but at this rate he would die of boredom. His mother always made bad investments.

"Your mother must have been disappointed," a voice called from the entrance.

He looked up at it and as soon as he saw who it belonged to he jumped up.

"Li Lianhua! What are you doing here?"

"Master He had invited us to the inauguration but we were late," explained Li Lianhua, reaching the boy followed as always by Di Feisheng.

Those two had a strange relationship, something Fang Duobing couldn’t figure out. They were always next to each other and I often exchanged long looks and half smiles.

He shook his head, freeing himself from that thought, now the priority was the spa.

"The opening was two hours ago," Fang Duobing scolded him.

"There doesn’t seem to be much lost," Di Feisheng grinned, looking around.

"You!" Fang Duobing exclaimed outraged, trying to kick him.

"Ayo, leave him be" Li Lianhua said, grabbing the boy by the arm and blocking his attempt to hit the former Jinyuan alliance leader.

"It would be better to find a way to help your mother, Xiaobao" 

"It’s a kind thought Li gongzi" thanked him Master He entering the lobby.

Li Lianhua made a slight bow in greeting.

"We can discuss this over a cup of tea," Tian Ji Hall’s master continued, urging a waitress to bring the trays.

While passing the cups to the various guests, the young maid, intimidated by the presence of Di Feisheng, accidentally poured the hot drink on his clothes.

"I’m s-sorry!" She stuttered in panic.

"It’s nothing serious," the doctor comforted her with one of his gentle smiles.

The girl made a quick bow and then ran away.

"You scare everyone," Fang Duobing muttered as he followed the waitress with his eyes.

Di Feisheng did not answer and simply took off the top layer of clothes that had become wet.

Fang Duobing at that sight wided his eyes. The great leader of the Jinyuan alliance stood almost shirtless in the atrium of a spa at the sight of all.

And what a sight. Broad shoulders and abs sculpted.

"Xiaobao, close your mouth or you’ll get bugs in it," Li Lianhua laughed.

Fang Duobing turned to him sulking. The doctor did not seem to be surprised by the sight of Di Feisheng’s body, as if he was used to seeing it that way.

That those two were having an affair?! This explained Li Lianhua’s nocturnal visits to Di Feisheng’s room when they stayed at an inn or disappeared for several hours and then returned as if nothing had happened.

Fang Duobing stared at the doctor in astonishment with an exaggerated expression of betrayal on his face.

"I just had an idea," exclaimed his mother.

He turned and noticed that she was grinning as she looked towards the door.

He followed her gaze and saw several girls who had stopped in front of the spa and who giggled among them eyeing Di Feisheng in all its beauty.

"I need to borrow A-Fei," smiled Master He.

Fang Duobing snapped at her perplexed.

"A-Fei?" Since when did she call him that?

"If my son calls him A-Fei, I don’t see why I can’t do it!" 

Master He approached Di Feisheng with a big smile and then wrapped her hands around his bicep.

"I feel this will be a great idea"

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And so it was that shortly after the new spa was flooded with customers.

"I can’t believe it," Fang Duobing said in disbelief as he watched people go in and out.

His mother’s plan was to put Di Feisheng at the entrance and show off his chest, thus attracting women and girls, thus creating an interest in the spa by bringing other customers.

And so it had been. Di Feisheng was leaning against the counter with his arms folded with a bored expression on his face, drawing everyone’s attention.

"But how did he convince A-Fei?"

"I convinced him," Li Lianhua explained as he positioned himself next to him.

Fang Duobing turned to him curious.

"How?"

"A favor in exchange for a secret"

Fang Duobing raised a confused eyebrow.

"I thought you were done keeping secrets."

"Let’s say it’s not really a secret"

Fang Duobing was about to push the issue when his mother called him across the hall.

"Fang Xiaobao, I have another idea, take off your clothes!"

Li Lianhua next to him burst out laughing.

"Mother!" the boy exclaimed, turning red on his face.

"Oh come on, put all your hard work into martial arts in to use!"

"MOTHER"

[targaryen-vigilante-wizard-jedi]

WITH EYES LIKE MINE

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Triggers: Injuries, arguments, lots of angst, events of episode seven taking place, potentially sad

Chapter 2- Sacrifice

King Viserys had been speaking with his lady wife and her father the Hand when multiple guards intruded into the hall, Aemond ran from between two guards and Alicent shrieked in horror running towards him, "Aemond!"

Viserys' heart dropped at the sound of his wife's scream as he too focused his gaze upon his third child. Viserys' lips parted with shuddering breaths, "What has happened?" He asked standing upright from his seated position, despite the pain he felt.

Aemond only held his wounded eye, as he looked to the ground face struck with fear. A maester was called, his grandfather having done so.

"My King," one of the guards called, drawing Viserys' attention from his son. "Your daughter-" The guard dared not say more, nor did he need to. Viserys' expression grew even more grim.

His daughter.

His head flashed with Rhaenyra forgetting she was a grown adult for a mere second until he truly knew who the guards meant. While Alicent tended to Aemond -who had began to cry at the mention of his siser- Viserys made his way through the halls hurriedly, following the guard until he was led into a room in which a lone maester and three servants crowded the limp body of his daughter.

Viserys audibly choked on his breath, his eyes filled with tears. He rushed towards her, his eyes acknowledging her bloody night dress.

"Y/N!" He heard the familiar voice of his wife cry out, Aemond had told her of what happened. He turned to the guard who still stood behind him. "Do not let her enter," his voice sounded breathless, his heartbeat could be heard within his ears.

"Where is she?! Where is my daughter?!" Alicent demanded, with only fear in her voice.

"This is no sight for a woman, Alicent!" Viserys called to his wife, he himself struggling to watch as the servants prepared a small selection of tools for the maester to use.

Alicent, being ever the fiery and determined woman she was, attempted to barge past the guard which was enough for her to catch glimpse of her daughter's condition. The guard held the Queen in his arms as her knees buckled beneath her.

"Gods, no!" Alicent screamed, her eyes focused on her daughter's bloody and limp body.

"Mother, what's going-" The eldest of their children entered behind them. Aegon's stomach dropped. He thought that his eyes were surely deceiving him. Surely, that was not his youngest sister on the brink of death, ready to meet the Stranger.

With eyes full of malice, she turned her attention on her eldest son. "Where were you when your brother and sister were attacked?!" She spat before slapping him. Aegon attempted a reply but Alicent grasped her eldest son's face in her hands. "You were too busy indulging cup after cup and chasing servants instead of protecting them!"

"Alicent, enough!" Viserys scolded resulting in her visibly jumping. His eyes were trained to the ground, the harrowing nature of the situation dizzying him to the point where he struggled to maintain his balance and focus.

Aegon's eyes filled with tears, he tried to swallow his guilt shakily. When his mother wanted someone to blame, it would be either himself or Y/N.

Y/N.

For as troublesome and annoying as she was, she was Aegon's favourite person from within his family. Perhaps within King's Landing.

Life without her would be dull, too dull. He thought to himself as his eyes averted themselves to her body.

Once the servants had done their duty of readying his materials, the maester positioned her body, her head resting upon a cushion, within minutes had wrapped a bandage around the gash on the back of her head, temporarily stilling the bleeding.

He then unsheathed a dagger that had been sat to his side. He dipped his hands into the liquid filled bowl beside him, cleansing them of dirt.

Alicent let her hands fall from his face, wondering what he was doing intended to do. "Aren't you just going to close the wounds normally?" She pleaded upon seeing the maester soak his dagger in liquid.

"I am afraid not, my Queen. The blood leaves her body too quickly. I fear by the time I have finished closing the second wound, she will have perished." With ease, he held the knife above the flame of the crackling fire of the hearth.

"I would advise that you take leave. This is a sight I would not want your majesties to see." The maester spoke, his voice morose as he nodded to the servants beckoning them over.

Viserys, with the little strength he had, stood once again, his head turning as the servants removed his daughter's nightwear.

"I will stay, give the maester my aid" Aegon stated with a boldness he did not know he possessed, tears continued to fill his eyes but he promptly blinked them away.

"I would not wish for my sister to be alone in such a condition." Alicent frowned at her son, her expression disapproving of his words. They could be interpreted two ways, but Alicent was no fool when it came to her son's nature.

Aegon seemed to think that every man had possessed the same thinking, and mind that he did.

"Very well, Aegon." Viserys nodded towards his eldest boy but did not spare him a glance as he made his way back to the commotion downstairs.

Aegon approached the maester who had undressed the young girl, wounds decorated her small abdomen, some scratches, bruises but the two deep gashes near the centre of her abdomen, one just above her navel and the other, cruelly positioned just above her pelvis, appeared to be the culprits to his sister's agony.

As though the Gods were looking on them (which Aegon highly doubted), Y/N's eyes squinted open ever so slightly, causing Aegon to crouch in front of her quicker than he should have "Y/N," he breathed, not hiding his glee at her live state.

"Aegon," She whispered weakly, struggling to keep her eyes open. Blood fell from her lips with that one word.

Despite her bloodied appearance, he grasped her hand in his upon hearing his name, and focused her attention on him. "I know that you are in pain but you must be brave, sweet sister."

"Brave..." The little girl repeated quietly, her eyes closing. More blood had fallen from her lips.

The knife the maester held glowed red as he removed it from the fire. "I must ask that you hold her down my Prince," the maester asked with unease.

Aegon's jaw clenched at the thought of having to restrain his sister, but with the extremity of the situation, he stood and walked behind her, lifting her smaller body with little effort in order to grasp her limp arms. He held them in his one hand while the other hung loosely over her neck and shoulders.

As he saw the dagger make contact with her skin, he trembled and averted his eyes. His grip became tighter upon hearing her harrowing scream.

Downstairs, the seemingly endless commotion and chatter ceased upon hearing the young girl's screech.

Rhaenys notably jumped at the noise, her hand moving to cover her mouth in shock, Rhaenyra as indignant as ever merely looked to the ground, refusing to acknowledge the seriousness of what her sons and cousins had done.

Thinking the screaming was done, each individual had noticably eased up only for another scream to cut through the atmosphere, this one lacking the volume and strength of the last, only making it even more terrifying to those hearing it.

Alicent's breath shuddered and she glowered at Rhaenyra's sons. "What did you do to her?!" She screamed, feeling more anger than sorrow.

"What did they do?" Rhaenyra asked incredulously. "My sons were attacked! As were my cousins." Rhaenyra defended them, as she'd always done.

"Your sons were out for blood, Prince Lucerys brought a blade to the ambush, he meant to kill my son! As for your daughters," She turned to Daemon who had been leaning against the wall with a rather nonchalant expression on his face which did not seem to change even when the Queen addressed him directly.

"They mutilated my daughter repeatedly, after she defended herself!" Aemond had told Alicent word for word what had happened, only sparing the fact that he called them bastards.

"It was a regrettable accident," Rhaenyra responded, her hands on her sons' chests, protecting them.

"Accident?" Alicent scoffed, enraged by the notion.

"It was my sons who were attacked and forced to defend themselves!" Rhaenyra proceeded to lie on her sons' behalfs. "Vile insults were levied against them."

"I cannot justify the slaying of my daughter over insults, Rhaenyra." Surprisingly, Viserys' tone was stern and impatient, Rhaenyra's expression contorted to one of shock.

Footsteps approached and everyone's heads turned to see Aegon wearing a horrified expression upon his face. Wordlessly, he made his way towards the hearth and stood in front of it.

Just as Viserys was about to ask about his daughter's wellbeing, a voice interrupted the tense silence, only to make it even more tense.

"The legitimacy of my sons birth was brought loudly to question." Rhaenyra pressed on, refusing to allow anyone to blame her sons for defending themselves.

Had the effects on her son and daughter not been so catastrophic, Alicent would have laughed. Instead, she only listened, knowing her husband would bend to Rhaenyra's will. However, the Queen's eyes glanced to her second son who was smirking in response.

"He called us bastards." Jaecerys gave his input, to which Alicent scoffed.

"And what of Y/N, what insult was so vile that she was deserving of her injuries?" Alicent challenged to which Viserys spoke her name with a warning tone.

Jaecerys only stuttered in response, the large terror-stricken brown eyes of Queen Alicent terrifying him where he stood.

"My sons are in line to inherit the Iron Throne, Your Grace," Rhaenyra continued her righteous spiel. "This is the highest of treasons. Prince Aemond must be sharply questioned so we can learn where he heard such slanders." Aemond turned to Rhaenyra upon hearing his name.

"Over an insult?" Alicent asked in disbelief. "My son has lost an eye and my daughter has been slain."

"We do not yet know that, Alicent." Viserys closed his eyes at her words, refusing to accept the harsh truth that his youngest daughter may be laying dead above him.

Viserys' eyes lingered on his now disabled son as he spoke, "You tell me, boy, where did you hear this lie?" Though his tone was not harsh, it was firm enough to have Aemond feel nervous.

Despite appreciating Viserys' clouded judgement and obvious favouritism towards Rhaenyra, Daemon could not help but mentally frown on the fact that his brother's daughter may be dead because of his daughters. He would have been impressed had it been anyone else they had slain, but Daemon still cared for his brother and would not wish to cause him pain despite not being fond of his current wife or their children.

Aegon looked at the scene, his brows furrowed. He couldn't have hated his father any more than he did right in that moment. The blatant ignorance and everything working in Rhaenyra's favour, once again, troubled him deeply. How easy life would have been with Aegon as first born.

Alicent tried to intervene but Viserys would not hear it focusing only on his son for an answer.

"It was Aegon."

"Me?" Aegon retorted in confusion. He had never so much as spoken those words in front of Aemond. It was always their Grandsire and mother who would speak such words.

Viserys turned his fury towards his eldest son. "And you, boy," he near enough spat as he approached Aegon. "Where did you hear such colonies?" Aegon only turned his head to his father, in a rather disapproving manner.

"I would not think such trivial words would affect you as much as an attempt on your daughter's life." Alicent spoke, unable to contain her words. Her eyes landed on the two girls who were shielded behind their grandparents.

"Aegon!" Viserys yelled at his son, ignoring Alicent, and distracting himself from the truth. "I will have the truth of it."

Aegon with his eyes trained ahead of him spoke slowly, as though he were speaking to a fool. "We know father, everyone knows." His eyes then glance towards Rhaenyras sons, "Just look at them." Rhaenyra's tear-stricken eyes glared at her younger brother in a scornful manner.

Alicent breathed in deeply, thankful her son had said the words that everyone else had at one point or another thought of saying.

"Viserys, will you please stop this at once. Our youngest daughter may not survive the night, and yet you wish to fight the battles of your grown daughter and her sons who were implicit in the mutilation of our son." Alicent pleaded, her patience with the man she called husband had worn thin.

"You have not even acknowledged that your brother's children attempted to take our daughter's life!"

"This interminable infighting must cease, all of you!" Viserys banged his walking stick against the ground, "We are family." His eyes landed on Alicent in particular, ignoring every word she had spoken.

"Now make your apologies and show good will to one another - your father, your Grandsire, your King demands it!" Viserys sighed before beginning to walk. "I will now tend to my daughter." His voice had cracked upon saying 'daughter'.

Alicent gazed at the ground, her eyes filled with tears at the injustice her son and daughter were dealt.

She would not stand for it. "That is insufficient," She voiced resulting in Viserys' steps ceasing. "Y/N has suffered life-threatening injuries, and Aemond has been damaged permanently, my King, good will cannot wake my daughter or make my son whole again."

"I know Alicent, but I cannot heal our daughter's injuries or restore our son's eye." Viserys replied shortly, feeling as though his hands were tied.

"No, because Y/N is on the brink of death and Aemond's eye has been taken," Alicent did not relent. She wanted justice for her children for she feared the news the maester would bring her on the morrow.

"What would you have me do?" The King asked exasperated by his wife's unrelentingness.

"There are debts to be paid," She paused before turning her attention to the Velaryon boys. "I shall have one of her sons' eyes in return,"

"And should my daughter not live through the night, I shall have one of the twins maimed just as she was." At the prospect, the two girls began to cry behind their grandparents who only looked at Alicent as though she were a loathsome beast. At those words, Daemon's hand lay itself on the hilt of his sword, he readied himself to strike down the vicious redhead if she so much as approached his daughters.

"Alicent," Rhaenys whispered in disbelief, her eyes had become teary upon learning about the dire facts of the situation.

"They will survive their injuries. My daughter may not be so lucky."

Aegon gave a short breath at the thought of there being some form of justice, no matter how little. After having witnessed the brutality of her injuries - even if it took years - he would exact his own form of revenge on the two girls.

Everyone in the room murmured amongst themselves, Rhaenyra grasped her sons and held them behind her protectively.

"My dear wife," Viserys' tone was soft and quiet, he only used that tone when Alicent had become too emotional for his liking.

"They are your children, Viserys. Your blood." Alicent prodded a sob escaping her lips. She was craving any form of justice.

"Do not allow your temper to cloud your judgement," Viserys warned before slowly walking away from her.

"If the King will not seek justice, the Queen will." Her eyes darted to her loyal companion. "Ser Criston, bring me the eye of Lucerys Velaryon."

Lucerys grew fearful and staggered back crying for his mother.

"He can choose which eye to keep, a privilege he did not grant my son." Alicent reasoned her eyes never leaving the boys face.

"You will do no such thing," Rhaenyra warned as her eyes found Ser Criston's who had only opened his mouth at the unexpected request.

"Stay your hand," Viserys instructed but Alicent crassly spoke over him.

"No, you are sworn to me!"

"As your protector, my Queen." Ser Criston replied quietly. Internally, his mind wished he could find justice for his Queen.

"Alicent, this matter is finished. Do you understand?" Viserys snapped, enunciating every letter as his light purple eyes held her deep brown ones.

"And let it be known," the king continued to speak "anyone whose tongue dares to question the birth of Princess Rhaenyras sons, should have it removed."

"Thank you, father." Alicent didn't know why, but the indignant, righteousness of Rhaenyra had pushed her too far over the edge. She had gotten away with everything for too long.

For a second, Alicent forgot what her anger was truly about. She forgot the shame and malicousness that was bestowed upon her daughter, the loss of her son's eye. All she could see was the rules that Rhaenyra had bent time and time again, and it infuriated her to no end, but now that her sons had injured her own flesh and blood, Alicents rage would be concealed no longer.

Moving swiftly she removed the Valyrian steel dagger from its sheath on her husband's person and moved to the direction of Rhaenyra and her children.

The screams and gasps had given Rhaenyra warning and she turned just in time to shield her screaming sons from the fiery red-haired woman in front of her.

Alicent looked at Rhaenyra with tears in her eyes, "Your sons restrained my daughter so that they could maim her."

She continued to speak, near spitting in the face of the 'Realm's Delight'. "He took my son's eye, and you manage to make it all about the legitimacy of your children. Your uncle's twins may have drawn my daughters last breath from her, and yet you plead victim, as always."

The crowd yells in the background but all the two women can focus on is one another.

Daemon moves to defend his lover but is stopped by Criston Cole, the two men only glare at one another as Ser Criston is held back by two guards.

The two women push and pull one another, moving back and forth as the crowd circles around them.

"You have gone too far." Rhaenyra speaks to her counterpart, trying to steady herself in order to fight off the shorter woman's determined attack.

"I?" Alicent questioned incredulously. "What have I done but what was expected of me? Forever upholding the kingdom, the family, the law, while you flaunt it all to do as you please." Alicent's voice was strong despite the tears that fell from her eyes.

"Alicent, let her go!" King Viserys demanded, ever the protective father over his favourite child.

"Where is duty? Where is sacrifice? It's trampled under your pretty foot again."

"Release the blade, Alicent." Otto's tone, firm but quiet. His voice betrayed his words. He was curious to see where this would go.

"And now you take my son's eye and leave me with a dead daughter, and to even that you feel entitled!" Her tone was only sorrowful at that point as she knew no matter what happened, Rhaenyra would walk away with no consequence.

"Exhausting, wasn't it? Hiding beneath the cloak of your own righteousness." Alicent's eyes are wide with shock, the shock caused from Rhaenyra's inability to recognise her own hypocrisies.

"But now they see you as you are." Rhaenyra's voice was near enough a whisper before she pushed Alicent away.

Alicents hand holding the dagger had moved so ferociously that it had cut the Rhaenyra's arm, and blood had begun to spill from the wound rapidly.

Corlys held Rhaenyra as the crowd glanced to the blood dripping from her arm.

Alicent dropped the blade in shock, the anger suddenly leaving her breathless and anxious at the sight of what she had done. But it was only because everyone in the room was now looking at her, including her husband, the King.

Rhaenyra looked to her left and caught sight of Aemond. Her face still shocked from the events that had played out.

Aemond, wounded and tears in his remaining eye, spoke, addressing his mother. "I cannot speak for my sister, but do not mourn me, mother."

His eye then looked to Rhaenyra, the hate on his face did not go unnoticed by her.

He turned his head to his mother once again before he spoke. "It was a fair exchange. I may have lost an eye, but I gained a dragon."

Alicent felt her stomach drop at his words. All he'd ever wanted was a dragon, but she never would have thought he'd gain one with such sacrifice.

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(I know this was a bit of a filler chapter, a lot of the dialogue I used was from episode 7, just to stick to the character's personalities and how they would have reacted. I think the flaws of the characters are explored brilliantly in the show- Rhaenyra does not take responsibility/accountability because of her upbringing, Alicent is highly strung emotionally and metaphorically, with her father controlling the strings. Viserys' favouritism really does no favours for any of his children, including Rhaenyra and Otto is...Otto.

I hope this wasn't a disappointment. The next few chapters have been planned out, and they won't be centred on specific events in the show. They will feature characters in casual settings.