#you have to approach from the front; make your intentions clear; move slowly.

[spiritsong]

Do you love me enough that I may be weak with you? - Alain de Botton

[pathologicalreid]

Heyy dunno if this is something you’d consider writing but I just saw an edit of Spencer and it made me realize we don’t really go into how he essentially relapsed when he was drugged in Mexico and now I need to see this in writing I don’t necessarily have a prompt but something along the lines of just having a convo with him or comforting him? 🫶🏼

the ninth step | S.R.

spencer works to make amends after mexico, and he's starting with you

who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: angst; hurt/comfort content warnings: drug use, narcotics anonymous, spoilers for 2x15 "revelations", spoilers for 12x13 "spencer", substance use disorder, fiancee!reader, the ninth step is amends, a lot of crying, only a little proofread word count: 1.11k a/n: you say no prompt and i say free reign!!! i think about spencer in mexico all the time so thank you sooo much for this request!

The only time anyone could find Spencer Reid in a church was when he was in a meeting.

As usual, you waited out front on one of the benches, leaning your elbow on the iron armrest as you kept your notebook balanced on your thigh, scribbling notes down as you waited for Spencer to come out and meet you.

Members of his group left the church in staggered variations of people, some left together to get coffee after, some left alone, and one didn’t leave at all. A few of them acknowledged you as they passed, but no one mentioned your fiancé.

Once your car was the last one remaining in the parking lot, you slipped your notebook into your bag before hauling it over your shoulder and standing up. Wiping off the back of your jeans, you walked through the front doors, noting the way the stained-glass windows refracted the remaining sunlight on the linoleum floor.

Knowing the pathway, you walked over to the meeting room, a space reserved for youth groups, Sunday school, and Narcotics Anonymous meetings. With the space vacated, the only sound was the tapping of your shoes as you passed through the doorway, and just as you had assumed, Spencer was the only person remaining in the windowless room.

He didn’t move as you approached him, sticking your hands in your jeans pockets as you silently assessed the despondent look on his face. “How are you?” You asked softly, tilting your head to the side.

“I’m just sitting,” he mumbled, it wouldn’t have been intelligible if you didn’t have years of practice understanding him and his mumbles. His old NA group had disbanded years ago, and you were glad to find this one close to your apartment.

Nodding understandingly, you took one more step closer to him, “Can I sit with you?”

Brown eyes flickered up at you just then as he seemingly considered your offer, “Yeah.”

Looking around, you hooked your ankle around the leg of an empty, gray folding chair and dragged it across the floor until it was next to Spencer.  Setting your bag on the floor, you took your seat.

For a while, you sat in silence. For a while, that was enough.

After a couple of minutes, your silence was broken when Spencer finally moved, pressing the heels of his palms to his eyes, and your chest ached when slowly, his shoulders started to shake.

Getting out of your chair, you crouched in front of him, keeping your hands resting on your knees as you looked up at him, “Can I get you anything?” You asked, keeping your voice level as emotion threatened to take over.

You had known that today wasn’t going to be a good day from the moment Spencer asked you to drive him to the meeting. He asked you to take him because he was afraid that he wouldn’t make it there on his own, and at the time, you hadn’t even dared to consider the implications of what that meant for him.

Spencer’s hands fell to his lap, and you eyed him carefully as he took a deep breath. His eyes were bloodshot and watery as he looked at you just as intently – there was a dam built between the two of you, and there had been since he came home.

Things had changed. That much was clear to you ever since he came home to you and said the word out loud. A word that had seemed foreign in your household until it became a reality. You continuously had to remind yourself that you weren’t in this situation because of a decision he had made, you were here before of a choice that someone else had made for him.

It churned your stomach to see him knocked back down to day one. Six months later, you were here, in this denominational building, silently pleading with him to say something to you.

Holding your breath, Spencer reached his hands out, taking both of yours in his, “I’m so sorry.”

Your shoulders drooped. We don’t have to do this here, you wanted to tell him, but that’s not what he needed right now. Gently, you squeezed his hands in a comforting gesture, “I know you are, baby.”

“We…” he whispered, “Our lives should look a lot different right now.” He said, moving a finger and tapping the engagement ring on your left hand.

A previously planned wedding day had come and gone, Spencer had been in Millburn, and you spent the day on the couch in Emily’s office.

Refusing to disconnect your hands, Spencer wiped his face on his arm, the motion bringing a minuscule smile to your face. “I shouldn’t have gone to Mexico. I should’ve been more honest with you about where I had been going and what I was doing, and I know that now.”

You looked up at him, maintaining eye contact with him. He was trying to make amends with you.

“I know that there’s no amount of apologizing or groveling that can fully make up for everything you’ve lost because of me, but for as long as you keep having me, I’ll spend all of my days trying to make up for all of this,” he lamented, keeping his clammy hands clasped around yours. “Actions speak louder than words, that’s true, especially with amends, and… I’m trying.”

Spencer followed the NA handbook to the very finest minutiae, he stayed away from anything that his substance use disorder could cling onto, and as his voice broke and tears made pathways on his cheeks, you wanted to tell him that you saw him. You noticed every effort he made, but all you could do was cry in time with him.

Disconnecting your hands, he reached out and wiped away your tears before cupping both of your cheeks in his hands, “I’m never going to stop trying for you, Y/N.”

Your lips parted as you wandered the depths of your mind for something adequate to tell him, but nothing came out.

“All of the sacrifices that you’ve made in the name of the life that I messed up, I see them all. I think about them all the time and if there’s ever anything you need from me, just tell me, okay?” He implored, lifting your chin and gently guiding you up, pulling you toward him until you were sat with your legs perpendicular on his lap.

You let loose a shaky sigh, leaning your head and settling it on his shoulder, “Thank you,” you whispered, closing your eyes as he wrapped his arms around your torso, keeping you close to him.

[commandershepardvasfuckit]

Shameless porn of my Tav and Halsin some undisclosed amount of time after the end of the game.

Afab Tav getting a taste of Halsin’s rare dominant side and learning what happens to druids who spend too much time in wildshape

Just under 2k words

(I am a lazy human who writes fic in the notes app of their phone, please excuse dumb mistakes and minimal editing at times)

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The first traces of dawn slip through the window as you were roused from your meditation. You feel Halsin’s hand glide down your side and come to a rest on your hip before pulling your hips firmly back into his.

While Halsin was always fairly forward about sex, the past few days especially had been something. It was not uncommon for one of you to approach the other just about everyday over it, but this was borderline excessive even for him.

Your thighs ached from straddling him many times the last couple days, or from wrapping them around his hips as he fucked you against the wall. It was not really a complaint, nor something you cared to stop, but it was an unexplained change in Halsin.

Even early in the morning, just after meditating, he was ready to go again.

“My heart” he sighs in you ear, “how is it possible that I want you more every day? Every time I lay eyes on you, you’re more beautiful than I remember. It overcomes me and I just need to hear you, taste you, experience you”.

You feel his erection pressing on your backside as he slowly grinds against you. His hand that rested on you hip sliding down to now sit just under your belly button, waiting on an invitation to move lower.

“My heart, how are you not tired or sore?” you ask, half joking and half truly wondering where this drive suddenly came from.

~

It started three days ago. While bending down to put away a few things in the kitchen in a low cabinet he swept up behind you, grabbing your hips with such force he nearly yanked you off your feet. “Such gorgeous hips” he murmured in your ear, his massive torso bent over yours, dwarfing you entirely “I need you. Now” he growled in your ear.

It was more worked up then you had ever seen him, his whole body heaved with every breath and word and his hands dug into your hips with clear intent.

“Then take me” you replied.

Halsin did not waste a moment. He swiftly hooked a finger into the waist of your pants and pulled them along with your underwear down in one fluid motion. One rough hand immediately slipped down your front between your legs to find your clit and begin rubbing it while the other found your breast. You felt the tip of his shaft seeking entrance to you and you rose to your tip toes to make it easier. He quickly found the entry he craved and sank his full length into you, causing you to bite back a yelp. Halsin was large in every aspect of his being, from his physical size, to his personality, to his emotions, to his cock and right now without any sort of warmup you were especially reminded of that.

This was much rougher than his usual self. Halsin usually preferred things on the firmer side, as did you, neither of you were exactly fragile and pushing limits had its fun, but this was something else all together. From the beginning his pace was brisk, a sort desperation to his movements as if he felt like he was going to explode if he did not have you right then and there. And you and never been so aroused.

You let out a moan as you relaxed and adjusted to him, letting do as he wished and enjoying his sudden forwardness. The moan seemed to spur him on, pushing him to thrust even deeper now that you had relaxed enough to fully accept his length and it felt incredible.

“Gods you feel so good, fuck” you moaned and swore he felt larger than previous times.

Halsin was very much a man of give and take, of slow methodical pleasure. This however, was more base, almost instinctual feeling in comparison.

His breath was heavy in you ear, a strong departure from his usual verbosity. Where he typically sung your praises instead you were met with growls and panting.

You were shoved into the cabinet over the course of his thrusting, the edge of the counter digging into your hips, Halsin’s torso flush against your back was keeping you pinned against the furniture, preventing you from moving, not that you wanted to be anywhere else. He kept his pace steady as he rubbed your clit and his teeth found the side of your neck, biting harder than he normally did, his nails dug into your breast where his hand was pinned between you and the counter.

Breathing was difficult from his weight pressing down on you, but it only seemed to intensify everything. Your breath came in shallow gasps as you felt yourself getting close, every stroke filling you fully and pushing you to the edge. A wordless whine crept into your voice mixed with short gasps, you did not know how much more you could take, but you wanted this to last as long as possible.

This directness from him, the lust, the dominance, it was such a different side of him. Before Halsin, you had been the dominant one in all your encounters, then with Halsin while you swapped who was in the lead you would not say either of you was truly dominant. This though? This reminded you of an animal in heat; intense, rough, not just a want but a visceral need driven by something subconscious. Being desired so carnally, at such a base level lit a fire in your belly in a way few other things ever had.

Your finish washed over you, an intense buzz that started between your legs and dispersed through every inch of your body. You howled and panted his name like you never had before.

Halsin continued his relentless pace and pulled you closer to him even. His breathing was ragged and hot on you neck and you were suddenly acutely aware of how small you felt compared to him as you basked in the afterglow and tried to catch your breath.

“Fuck me full” you told him, “make me feel every last drop”.

This seemed to put him over the edge, he pumped into you hard, nearly enough to knock the breath out of you and moaned loudly.

You did feel it, every drop flooding into you and dripping down your leg, every twitch of his cock as he met his release. Halsin remained in you, gasping for air and coming back down to the ground.

Air flooded your lungs as he leaned his weight off you and his kisses peppered your back and shoulders. You straightened yourself out and assessed the state you were in: bruises marked your hips where you were bent over the counter, nail marks dug into your breast, and you were certain you had bite marks on your neck. Not that any of it mattered, you loved seeing his marks on your body.

“I’m not complaining, but that was… intense” you broke the silence.

“I’m sorry my love, I just needed you so badly” he wrapped his arms around you and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“Oh don’t apologize, it was incredible. I didn’t know you ever got like that. You were so dominant, so, I don’t know? Instinctual? I don’t know if that’s the right word but I have never been so turned on”.

“Oh!” He said in surprise, “well, in that case, I can definitely promise you more”.

~

Over the next 3 days it continued much the same. Any time you bent over, or showed much skin, or really did much of anything there was Halsin, begging you to let him fuck you. Every ask was tinged with heavy desperation and lust previously unknown to you, and the moment you let him it was a torrid of rough sex in the first position he could get you in.

You lay there now in bed, naked with his cock pressed against your backside. Your legs are sore, your back is sore, every bit of you inside and out is on the verge of raw.

“My love, my heart, I am loving all of this but I concede, I can’t keep up. What’s come over you?” you ask.

“Come over me? No this is pretty normal for now” he answers.

“Normal? For now?” you ask again.

“Yes, this time of year is typically mating season for bears” he said matter of factly, as if that was all the explanation that was needed.

“You aren’t a bear”.

“No, but you spend enough time as one and the instincts start to stick around afterwards”.

At this point you could not tell if he was serious or not. The whole thing was so matter of fact, but you had never heard anything about wildshape affecting a Druid like that.

You took a deep breath to gather your thoughts before beginning “Alright, so, right now you-“

“Want to fuck you against every surface in this house and surrounding forest until my scent covers every inch of you and you’re carrying our child. If you’ll let me”.

“And you remember that that’s not possible right? Even long before I met you I’ve been too stabbed and banged up to ever be able to carry a child. Something I’ve told you and that you said that you were alright with”.

“I’m aware, but instinct is instinct and I’m more that happy to try. Especially if that means we’ll just try forever”.

That answer satisfied you.

“I can be happy with that. But one last thing my love”.

“Anything. Say the word and there’s no length I wouldn’t go to fulfill your wish”.

“Find some positions that don’t hurt my thighs so much. Because if you pin me to the wall again there’s no way my legs are going to hold out”.

Halsin let out a deep laugh, a true and joyous laugh. “My love! I wished you had said something sooner! My thinking isn’t the clearest right now but if I had known-“ out of the corner of your eye you saw the gentle warm glow of healing magic as the hand that had been resting just under your bellybutton moved to your sore legs, “I would have helped with that”.

Much of the soreness and ache recedes as the soft glow fades.

“Actually one more thing, there’s been a few times I’ve been a little raw- uh- inside from all of this. Is there anything that can be done…?” you trail off.

“Yes! There are a few things I can make, perhaps a salve that provides some extra lubrication and maybe something a bit cooling feeling? I could do that, would that work?”

“I think so, and I’d be more than happy to try at any rate”

You feel him press your hips back against his and the throb of his still erect cock on your skin.

“Out of bed. Now. Salve first, trying to breed me after”.

Halsin sighs, not like he could complain about anything. He stumbles a bit as he attempts to pull his pants on, any attempt at salve making would require getting ingredients from the forest and town, and one of those requires pants.

“And love!” you call as he walks out the door, “If that salve works and you keep me from being so sore I’ll start wearing a shorter dress around the house with no panties, or maybe just nothing at all. I’ll give you blanket permission for the season to fuck me whenever you want, like nature intended”.

You had never seen Halsin move so fast to go get the shopping done.

[wonniefics]

Streamed passion

Sunghoon is deeply immersed in his live stream, chatting with his fans about the latest happenings and his upcoming schedule. He's casually dressed in a red shirt and sweats, looking relaxed as he engages with his audience. Despite his casual attire, his focus is entirely on the tans, making it clear that he's engrossed in his work.

You're nearby in the hotel room, feeling increasingly frustrated as the stream drags on. You've tried subtle hints to get his attention, but he's too absorbed in the live chat to notice. You feel a mix of irritation and playfulness bubbling up. Deciding it's time for a more direct approach, you prepare to make your move.

With a mischievous glint in your eye, you stand up and approach him, making sure to stay out of the camera's view.

You lift your shirt slightly, giving him a teasing flash of skin. Sunghoon's eyes flicker to you momentarily, a mix of curiosity and irritation crossing his face, but he quickly redirects his focus back to the camera. "So, as I was saying, our latest single has been doing really well," he says, trying to sound casual and unaffected.

Seeing that your initial attempt hasn't garnered his full attention, you decide to escalate. You kneel down beside him, your hands slipping under the table.

Sunghoon casts a quick, puzzled glance downward but doesn't pause his stream. He's still chatting animatedly with his fans, oblivious to the full extent of your intentions.

With deliberate slowness, you reach for him, your fingers brushing against the front of his sweats. Sunghoon's body tenses slightly, but he continues speaking to his fans, his voice wavering just a bit. "Yeah, the choreography for the new song was really intense," he continues, his tone becoming strained.

You let your hands move with purpose, slipping inside his sweats. Sunghoon's breath hitches, and he struggles to maintain his composure, his voice becoming more uneven. "We worked really hard on the concept," he says, his voice cracking slightly as he tries to focus on his fans' questions.

Slowly, you wrap your fingers around him, stroking with a teasing rhythm.

Sunghoon's grip on the edge of the desk tightens, his frustration evident.

"The fans have been really supportive, and we appreciate all the love," he stammers, his voice rougher now as he tries to keep his composure.

You increase your pace, your hand moving with more deliberate pressure.

Sunghoon's eyes dart between the chat and you, his breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps. The comments start to get more concerned. "Sunghoon, are you okay? You seem a bit distracted."

Trying to push past the distraction, Sunghoon forces a nervous laugh, trying to maintain his professional demeanor. "Yeah, I'm fine! Just a little... overwhelmed," he admits, his voice cracking slightly as he fights to stay focused.

You push his sweats down further, exposing him fully. You lean in, pressing your lips to the tip and teasing him with soft, flickering licks. Sunghoon's breath catches in his throat, his attempts to keep talking faltering. "We've been really busy with rehearsals," he manages to say, his voice barely a whisper as he fights to maintain his composure.

You take him into your mouth, moving with a slow, deliberate rhythm.

Sunghoon's hips jerk slightly, and he curses under his breath, his attempts to maintain his composure slipping. The comments in the chat become more concerned. "Sunghoon, you look really flustered. Are you okay?" reads one comment. "Is everything alright? You seem distracted," another comment follows.

Sunghoon's jaw clenches, his eyes closing as he tries to keep talking.

"Yeah, just... a lot on my mind," he says, his voice thick with arousal. He starts to push your head down harder, taking more control of the situation as his frustration grows.

With one final, powerful thrust,

Sunghoon reaches his breaking point.

He groans loudly, his release coming in hot, overwhelming waves. Some of it spills from the corners of your mouth as you struggle to keep up. Sunghoon's breaths are ragged, and he collapses back into his chair, his face flushed with a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction.

The chat explodes with comments, a mix of concern and shock. "Oh my god, what's happening? Sunghoon, are you okay?" "That was intense, did something just happen?" "Sunghoon looks like he's having a hard time."

Sunghoon, still trying to regain his composure, quickly ends the stream.

"Sorry everyone, something urgent came up. I'll catch up with you guys later," he says, his voice barely above a whisper as he fumbles with the stream controls.

As soon as the stream is off, Sunghoon looks down at you with a mix of frustration and desire. Without a word, he pulls you up onto his lap, his hands immediately finding their way to your chest. His fingers grip and squeeze roughly, his breath hot against your neck as he starts to kiss you fiercely.

His hands tangle in your hair, pulling it back to deepen the kiss. His movements are rough and urgent, reflecting his pent-up frustration and desire. You respond eagerly, matching his intensity, your bodies pressed tightly together as the kiss grows more passionate.

After several minutes of heated, rough kissing, Sunghoon pulls away slightly, his breathing heavy. He looks at you with a mix of hunger and determination.

"Why don't we take this to the bed?" he says, his voice low and commanding.

Without waiting for a response, he stands, lifting you effortlessly in his arms. He carries you to the bedroom with a sense of urgency, his lips trailing kisses along your neck and shoulders.

The night is far from over, and you both know there's a lot more passion waiting to be explored.

Follow me or jyp will be in ur walls tonight

[animationmovieshipps]

Stay with Me (Opla Luffy x Reader)

You let out a long sigh, leaning over the edge of the ship and feeling the salty sea breeze ruffling your hair.

With so many thoughts surrounding your mind, you couldn't sleep even if you wanted to. When had things gotten so complicated in your life?

As if before you met Luffy it wasn't already.

It had all started when your parents died, when you had barely become a teenager. You knew it wasn't their intention, but they left you alone in the world, not knowing how to support yourself.

Having no other choice, you packed your bags before you were evicted from the house where you lived your entire life and went to the city's brothel.

Being young and pretty, you were quickly accepted to work there.

You hated more than anything having to sell your body to brute men who didn't care about anything other than satisfying their own needs. But you had to resign yourself, there was no other way for you to be able to eat.

Until one day, you couldn't take it anymore.

Trying to defend yourself from the attack of a man who wanted to have you at any cost, you pierced his throat with a shard of glass and he fell dead on the floor.

Horrified by what you had just done, you fled out the window before they found out what happened and ran to the port. After what you had done, you could no longer stay on that island.

Without seeing clearly what was in front of you out of desperation, you ended up bumping into a boy wearing a straw hat.

He didn't know your name, or who you were, but seeing how desperate you were, he allowed you to board his ship and left the island with him and his crew.

You ended up finding out that his name was Luffy, despite some of the pirates being suspicious of you and your intentions, he seemed to trust you completely.

From what you knew of men there was only one reason why he had agreed to help you.

Without waiting for him to try something, you snuck up on him first at the first opportunity you two were alone. However, to your surprise, he rejected you.

Confused, you asked if that wasn't what he wanted for saving you. He just laughed and explained that he only saved you because he saw that you needed help and didn't expect anything in return.

That day, something changed in your heart. You no longer saw him with the same eyes as before. And that was what you least wanted to happen.

From the beginning, your plan was to stay on the next island where the ship would dock and start a new life.

You had to forget about him, but it was practically impossible when you were stuck with him on a ship for days.

"Hey."

You were taken out of your thoughts when you heard a familiar voice coming from behind you.

"Hi." You smiled, like you always did when you were in his presence. "Can't sleep either?"

"No." Luffy replied. "I always get anxious before arriving on an island I've never been to before."

You chuckled, not saying anything else. You looked at each other in silence for an exaggeratedly long time.

"So tomorrow you're really going to leave?" He asked, finally breaking the silence that followed.

"Yes." You answered. "I've bothered you guys long enough."

"Stop it, woman, you don't bother us at all." He laughed. "But what are you going to do when you get to the island?"

"I still don't know." You sighed. "I can get a job somewhere there, I just know I'm not going back to the life I used to live."

It was clear to everyone that he was very worried about what would happen to you after you left the ship, in addition to being upset with the fact that you two would probably never meet again after the next day.

You continued to look at him, noticing that he was slowly approaching you. You knew you had to move away, but his gaze seemed to have you trapped.

You tried to say something, but the words seemed to get stuck in your throat, your heart was pounding in your chest when you had him so close to you.

"What can I do to make you staw with me?" He asked in a low murmur.

You were caught off guard, not expecting him to say that. You had to admit it was tempting, but you didn't want to be dead weight.

"W-what are you talking about?" You asked, failing to try not to stutter. "What would I do here? I'm useless."

"No, don't say that." He said. "We can find something you can do, but what can I do to make you stay?"

You smiled, happy to realize that your feelings for him were reciprocated.

"I want you to say you love me." You asked in a sweet tone of voice, trying to contain yourself as you looked at his lips.

He moved even closer and wrapped his arms around your torso, continuing to look into your eyes and approaching his face from yours.

"I love you." He whispered, without waiting another second, he kissed you lovingly.

You kissed him back and wrapped your arms around his body, looking like you would never let him go.

After what seemed like an eternity, but not long enough, you broke the kiss, almost in the same second hugging him and laying your head on his chest.

"I love you too."

You weren't going anywhere the next day, you had finally found your place.

[noforkingclue]

Ooooo that last prompt list you reblogged???? I’m ready to see what you make of it!!!

Would you be able to write something for Tommy Shelby using: "How could I ever believe another word you tell me?" ??

Thanks so much if you choose to! 🧡

Note: requests are currently closed

Oooh yes!!! I had a lot of fun writing this and being really evil with the angst!

I hope you like it :D

Title: Alone

Prompt list

You walked through the seemingly endless halls of Arrow House. You took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to calm yourself down before the inevitable happened. You needed to approach this with a clear, calm mind. Anything else, any sign of weakness, and you knew he’d exploit it. Twist your words until you were, once again, singing from the hymn sheet that he created.

You paused at his study door. You raised your hand to knock before lowering it quickly. He didn’t deserve a warning of you coming in. You should just barge in and-

“Are you going to come in or not?”

Damn him. You glared at the hardwood door before finally pushing it open. Tommy was sitting behind his desk, his hands steepled in front of him. He raised his eyebrows at you as you shut the door carefully behind you. You wanted to let it slam shut but part of you was afraid of shattering the silence of the night. He nodded to the seat in front of his desk.

“Sit.”

“I prefer to stand.”

“I thought you’d want to be comfortable for this conversation.”

You rolled your eyes and slowly approached him. You folded your arms but refused to sit down. For a second neither of you spoke and then Tommy sighed and stood up. He poured two large glasses and offered you one. When you refused to take it he said,

“Take it.”

“No.”

“It’s not poisoned.”

“I know that. Poison is far too subtle for you.”

You could’ve sworn that the temperature lowered even more in the room. Not even the crackling fire could burn through the iciness in Tommy’s stare. He put the glass of tempting amber liquid on the desk as he moved to look out of the window.  He took a sip from his own glass and said,

“Are you sure you won’t sit down.”

“Yes.”

“Or we could move into another room.”

“You were in here. We’ll have this conversation here.”

Tommy glanced over his shoulder at you, seemingly surprised at your sudden boldness. You faltered for a second before regaining your cold expression. You weren’t going to let him win this. He had gone too far this time. All Tommy did was smirk and finally turned back to face you. He walked around his desk and leant against it.

“I’m sure you understand,” he said, “that it was just business.”

“Just business,” you let out a bitter laugh, “it’s always business first with you, isn’t it Tommy?”

Something flashed across Tommy’s eyes and for a second the blue turned black with anger. But as quickly as it happened it went away. The mask of indifference slipped easily back onto his face and Tommy folded his arms and studied you intently. Your knees were practically touching and you took half a step back. A moment of weakness that you made a note not to show again.

“I’m doing it for us,” he reached forward and grabbed your hand, tugging you to move towards him, “everything has been for us and the family.”

When you didn’t move Tommy sighed and gave another, harsher, pull. You let out a yelp as you staggered forward and Tommy put an arm around your waist. You tried to push away but Tommy’s grip on you tightened and you were forced to relax against him.

“Isn’t this better.” he muttered, lips grazing softly against your cheek

“I-”

“You know why I had to go into business with your family, don’t you?”

“You promised,” you buried your head against his chest, “when I agreed to-” you cut yourself off and drew in a shuddering breath, “you promised that you wouldn’t do that.”

“I am aware.”

“Then why did you do it?”

“Things change, love.”

One of Tommy’s hands snaked up and grasped your chin. He pulled it back so you were looking into his eyes. He smiled and brushed a tear away with the pad of his thumb. Fuck, this was the last thing you wanted. You didn’t want to show any weakness in front of him and yet here you were, crying in front of him. Tommy leant down, brushing his lips aching close against yours.

“I’m doing this for you,” he said, “giving you what you want.”

“How do you know what I want.”

“I can see it,” he said against your lips, “control over your family business. I can give it to you.”

“I-”

Before you had time to argue Tommy pressed his lips against yours, swallowing any argument you might’ve had. Your hands flew to his shoulders wanting to push him away. However, Tommy spun you around and pushed you onto his desk. You were forced to perch on the desk as Tommy slotted himself between your thighs. His hand grasped your knee and slowly made its way up under your skirt. He rubbed small circles against your upper thigh before squeezing it tightly. You gasped and broke the kiss causing Tommy to press his forehead against your shoulder.

Why did this always end up happening to you?

You would come in with a plan, determined to stand your ground, and yet Tommy managed to twist his way around it.

“Look at me.”

You closed your eyes tightly and shook your head.

“Love,” Tommy’s lips trailed against your jawline, “I said look at me.”

Reluctantly you opened your eyes and glanced at him. Tommy smiled at your apparent submission and said softly,

“I love you.”

Those three words that he only ever uttered in the privacy of your company.

“How,” you drew in a shuddering breath before continuing firmly, “how could I ever believe another word you tell me? You manipulated me once too often.”

You gave Tommy a firm shove and he finally stepped away. You adjusted your skirt and took a deep breath.

“Like I said,” you said softly, “how can I believe you when you’ve gone back on your word too many times.”

You made to move past him but Tommy’s hand shot out and grabbed your arm. He studied your intently and for a second you thought he was going to pull you back against him. You held your head up high and raised your eyebrows as you waited for him to make his move. Eventually he let go of you and said,

“I meant it.”

You sighed and pulled your arm free. Part of you was shocked that your arm fell from his grasp so easily and all you said was,

“I am aware.”

Before you turned on your heel and once again left Thomas Shelby alone.

[bungalowbear]

celebrated

geto suguru x reader, wc: 2k

cw: nudity, fingering, reader described having breasts and a vagina, reader described brushing her hair, virgin!reader, slight power dynamic, brief talk of religion, MDNI

a/n: this is a continuation of pleased. i might write one more part if anyone’s interested. happy birthday, sugu-chan!

Today is a blessed day. Today the temple celebrates the birth of Geto Suguru.

He sits at the head of the row of connected low dining tables, surrounded on both sides by his family of shamans. Each of them laughs and smiles as they recount memorable moments they’ve had with their benevolent patriarch. But none appear as content as the man himself.

Geto sits with one arm propped up on his knee, cheek resting on his fist as he watches on with a fond expression. You admire the gentle curve of his smile when Mimiko quietly offers him the last piece of tempura. He accepts it with thanks and continues to watch over the others.

You and the other temple maidens make sure food and drink flows freely as the celebration continues long after the sun goes down. You light the lanterns at the edge of the room while the others collect the dinner plates from the tables. At the serving cart, you gather a bottle of sake and wait for the appropriate time to approach the gathering again. A large cake is brought into the room and placed in front of the guest of honor.

The candles are lit and then then room is filled with the voices of his family as they sing. The warm glow of the room softens some of Geto’s sharper edges, but his eyes still cut like glass when they glance up at you. Leaning forward, he maintains eye contact from across the room until his eyes slowly shut and he blows out the candles.

You wonder what he wished for.

Excited chatter resumes and you step forward when the cake is cut to reveal the vibrant green interior of the matcha flavored cake. You are already at his side when Geto is served the first slice. You bend at the waist to refill his drink when you feel a slight tug on the sleeve of your kosode. Your eyes cut down to where two lithe fingers play with the edge of the fabric.

Geto looks up at you, thanks you in a voice you’ve come to know quite intimately, then smirks when a soft gasp leaves your parted lips.

You bow your head, regaining yourself as you move back to stand against the wall, and tremble with anticipation at his unspoken promise.

—

The celebration continues late into the night. After you help the other maidens clear out the dining hall you retire to your room and prepare for bed. You share the room with one other maiden who is already fast asleep. But you’re wide awake and sitting at the window as you guide your brush along your hair, staring up at the moon and wondering if perhaps you misunderstood Geto’s intentions. Is this where your night will end?

Your answer comes when there’s a knock at the door. You set down your hairbrush and quietly approach the door. You slide it open a few inches to reveal Manami waiting in the hallway. The presence of Geto’s personal assistant is all you need to know.

“He’s waiting for you.”

It’s the only thing she says before she turns and leaves. Your stomach flutters as you step out of your room, careful to close the door as silently as possible.

Your bare feet pad along the wooden floors, carrying you through familiar halls until you arrive outside a familiar room. You lift your knuckles to knock on the door, a light tap that prompts the sound of approaching footsteps on the other side. The fluttering in your stomach turns to a wild buzz when the door slides open.

Geto is dressed in a yukata, just as you are. The dark blue fabric nearly obscures the long black tresses that fall freely from his head and frame his face beautifully. His fox like eyes take you in. No matter how many times he’s looked at you this way, with unabashed desire, you have to fight the urge your arms have to shield your body. You know there is nothing to be afraid of. Not when all he’s ever done is take good care of you.

“Hello there,” he says, a sly smile gracing his lips.

“Hello, Geto-sama.” You bow your head respectfully. “May I come in?”

“Of course.”

He steps aside and you feel his eyes on you as you enter. The door shuts behind you, encasing the two of you together in the room. The hum of the space heater in the corner is a faint distraction in the sudden silence. Your body is slow to adjust to the warmer temperature of the room, but a rush of heat overcomes you when Geto suddenly takes your hand and leads you toward the bed.

For a moment, neither of you speak. You simply lay on your sides facing each other, chest to chest as the heat of your bodies mingles together. Geto’s large hand rests on your hip while your smaller one is on his cheek, thumb gently stroking lines beneath his eye. He leans into your touch and you grow bolder. Your hand drifts down his neck and slips beneath the panel of his yukata. The hard plane of his chest is softened by smooth, warm flesh that burns beneath your fingertips.

“Did you enjoy yourself tonight?” Your voice is low, not wanting to disturb the quiet of the room.

Geto moves his hand lower to caress your thigh. “I did.”

“I’m glad.” Your brows pinch together as you recall a thought you had earlier. “May I ask you something?”

He nods.

“When you blew out your candles…what did you wish for?”

Geto arches a brow. “How do you know I made a wish?”

“You had this look on your face,” you explain. “Like you really wanted something.”

Geto chuckles and you feel heat rise to your cheeks. Were you mistaken? Is he mocking you? He has been known to be a bit cruel with his teasing.

“Do you really want to know?” he asks.

“Yes.”

Geto brings his mouth to the side of your head, and whispers into your ear, “I wished for you.”

“M-me?” Your voice cracks and you pull back slightly.

“I wished for you to give yourself, all of yourself, to me.”

Your ears are ringing. You couldn’t have heard him correctly. You were a temple maiden, a descendant of a miko who lived many centuries ago, brought here into this Buddhist temple for the sole reason that your talents would be cultivated to their fullest potential. And one of the requirements was that you remain abstinent. The rules were never clear on whether you had to practice true abstinence or if you could take certain liberties with satisfying the pleasure you sometimes felt. The activities you participate in with Geto at night were only done with your hands or your mouth. You’ve rubbed yourself on him before and he’s touched you over your clothing, but you never let him touch your most intimate parts with his bare hands.

“Give…myself?”

“I want every part of you,” Geto purrs, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer. You feel something hard press against your thigh. “I have for a while now.”

“But you know I can’t. Not until the ritual, and even then—”

“I’ll take care of you.” His promise is a whisper. It’s a gentle sound that makes you place all of your trust in him. “Give yourself to me and you’ll have me in return.”

You’re both so close. There’s no escaping the intensity of his gaze as he waits patiently for your answer.

“I can’t.”

Dropping his forehead onto yours, Geto shuts his eyes.

“Such a strong will.” He sighs. Deep and long. “I’d loathe it if it weren’t the thing I admire most about you.”

Your hand clutches at the front of his yukata. “I’m sorry, Geto-sama.”

“Don’t be. It’s not fair for me to ask this of you just to satisfy my own desire.” He opens his eyes, and instead of the disappointment you expect to see, there’s only fondness. “We’ve made our plans. It’s best if we stick to them.”

“It’s not quite what you were hoping for,” you pause, voice becoming timid, “but I’d like to try something new.”

“What would that be?”

“I want you to touch me,” you confess. “Touch me like how I touch you.”

His pupil grow large at your words. “You mean…”

“I want you to use your fingers. Until the time is right, this is the only way you can have me. Is that alright?”

Geto’s answer is a swift pressing of his lips to yours. When he pulls back his eyes shine with glee, relief, and a little bit of hunger. You gasp as his fingers work quickly to undo the knot at your waist, then slowly pull away the panels of your yukata to expose yourself to him.

He plants his palm over the bare flesh of your stomach. You hear him swallow as his touch travels upward to take hold of your breast. Geto kneads the soft flesh, pulling breathy moans from you when he takes your nipple between two fingers. The nub pebbles under his touch.

You lean in to hide your face in his neck when his hand smoothes down your torso. His touch leaves a trail of electricity within you that set you alight. You think it can’t get anymore powerful until he’s between your legs, fingers gliding along your wet folds. Your body jolts when a single finger teases at your entrance.

“Geto-sama.” You wrap your arm around his neck, pressing your face harder against him. “Please, be gentle.”

“There’s no need to worry, pet.” Geto’s other arm snake beneath you and splays his arm across your back, keeping you trapped within his hold. “Don’t I always take good care of you?”

He doesn’t wait for your response before pushing two fingers inside you. You whimper at the intrusion. The stretch is a foreign sensation and you squirm at the discomfort. But the more he moves his fingers in and out, the better it feels. Soon your whimpers turn to whines and your fingers clutch at the back of his head, tangling themselves in his dark mane. Your breathing is labored as you feel a knot in your stomach tightening.

“You’re doing so well,” Geto coos. He curls his fingers, striking at a spot you find strangely satisfying, and you can’t suppress a moan. “That’s it.”

His voice coaxes you to ride the sweltering wave of heat that builds higher and higher. He carries you to the very top and doesn’t stop until you cum around his fingers with a cry of his name on lips.

You come down from the feeling a little light headed, noticing this feels much more intense compared to what you’ve done before. You think you like that. Especially because you feel so much closer to Geto than you ever have.

You loosen your grip on his hair and he nudges his nose against your cheek. You whimper when he removes his fingers from within you. You turn your head when Geto brings them in front of your face. Your eyes examine the glossy residue that covers his index and middle fingers. You squeak in surprise when he takes them into his mouth. He must enjoy the taste of you because he hums in satisfaction as he licks away the last traces of your essence.

“You taste just as sweet as I imagined,” he muses.

Geto brings the same hand down to cup your face. You can smell the lingering scent of your arousal and it makes your lower half throb. He moves in close and you can feel his clothed member press against you, stiff and unattended.

“It isn’t what I wished for,” he presses a kiss to your forehead, “but it surely is a wonderful present.”

It’s past midnight, and technically no longer the third, but you let the words flow out of you regardless.

“Happy birthday, Geto-sama.”

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[semperamans]

(inspired by my angel baby honey love suse and her incredible post that you must read here)

this song is so angst!benny coded :'(

"last night i heard my own heart beating sounded like footsteps on my stairs - six months gone and i'm still reaching even though i know you're not there"

you swear you see him everywhere even though that's impossible because according to a tearful johnny, benny is gone - left the night he broke your heart and hasn't been back since. last you heard he was on the west coast and it's a fucking shame that he would carry your broken heart so far away with no real intention of ever bringing it back. he's not dead, at least you really fucking hope not, but he haunts you just the same. he smiles from the window of the diner you used to frequent and creeps into your mind with every backfiring engine. you can't help but picture the deep crease between his brows and the way you'd thumb it away and smile at him and he'd kiss you and you thought it would be like that forever but now you're sobbing into your pillow again because love like that is supposed to last a lifetime and maybe it did because you feel like you died the second you walked out of his front door. benny's not dead, but he killed you.

"i know people change and these things happen, but i remember how it was back then. wrapped up in your arms and our friends are laughing 'cause nothin' like this has ever happened to them."

is it possible you conjured him in your head completely because nothing feels concrete anymore. it's summer now and the heat evokes memories you don't want to remember, don't want to see, but need to regardless because you're so disconnected that everyone is worried. johnny calls every day but you don't feel like talking, so most of the time you don't. you sit on the phone, static speaking loud and clear. there's a shoe box of polaroids thrown onto your comforter and it's taken you an hour to open it. why do you have to do this? to reacquaint yourself with that now-distant time in your life? it hurts. being happy hurts so you choke on it- wince, and cringe and cry as you flick through the fleeting flashes of a life you can't believe had been yours. the boy who held your waist and nuzzled his scruffy chin against your shoulder and stole your heart-shaped sunglasses and swore he'd marry you and vowed to never hurt you broke your heart. and you know what? fuck him. fuck benny. fuck benny. fuck benny.

"come back, come back, come back to me like you could, you could if you just said you’re sorry. i know that we could work it out somehow."

"would you take 'em back?" cal asks. the two of you share sips from a flask on your front stoop. the moon hangs low over the hazy chicago night. "y'know, if he ever came back?" you don't hesitate. "yes."

"if you're out there, if you're somewhere, if you're moving on I've been waiting on you every day since you've been gone. i just want it back the way it was before and i just wanna see you back at my front door."

it's colder now. you need a sweater whenever you go out, and you're going out more often, which is good. sonny tells you he's missed your smile, been awful dark without it, and you smack him good-naturedly across the chest. you're a bit more alive these days; johnny calls you a zombie - the girl who died and is now slowly starting to come back to life. it still hurts and some days you can barely tug yourself out of bed, but you do because you deserve a life. the holidays are quickly approaching and you break down when your momma asks if she needs to set a place for benny (your parents came around too late) but it's okay. you're okay and no, benny doesn't need a place at your table even though he's always going to have a place in your heart and hey, you'll be back - you've gotta run to the grocery for something - but you don't even make it out the door because a familiar figure is hunched on the front steps.

"come back, come back, come back to me like you would before you said its not that easy, before the fight, before i locked you out, but i'd take it all back now."

[writeforfandoms]

Waking Lions 22

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Here we are folks! Three more chapters after this. I will be posting one chapter a week until this is done.

Hopefully that's enough incentive to keep y'all from mobbing me. Hee hee.

Warnings: Canon typical violence, stressful situations, threats of violence, deceitful practices and language, swearing, injury.

Word count: 1.3k

John parked in front of the building, which looked as nondescript as ever. But it felt like it had been much longer since you’d last been here, longer than the hours that had actually passed.

Less than a day. Less than one full day you’d been gone, and your world had tipped sharply. 

Thinking about it made you nauseous, so you shunted the thought aside. Kate. You were here for Kate. Everything else would wait. 

“Stay behind us,” John insisted, handing you the gun again. He held your gaze, waiting until you nodded to release the gun to you. 

You followed the two of them up the stairs, for once itching not to run away from something, but towards it. You needed to make sure Kate was okay, get her away from Gray and home safely to her wife.

Anything else, you could handle. But not losing Kate. 

John slowed as the three of you approached the top floor. He shot you one single look, a very clear reminder to stay behind him. 

You didn't need reminding. You had no intention of acquiring more bullet holes any time soon. 

John and Roach went first, pushing open the door to the top floor and sweeping the space. You moved a little more slowly after them, swallowing hard. 

Find Kate and leave. That's all you cared about. 

The door to the conference room shattered with a gunshot from inside. John and Roach both moved, and you ended up being pushed into the wall by Roach. The second shot hit the wall harmlessly. 

The fire alarm went off, likely pulled by someone on a lower floor. You grimaced at the loud siren, the extra noise doing nothing to help the situation. But Roach just motioned you to stay put. 

What remained of the door opened with a crash. The mercenary had barely stepped out of the room before John shot him, the body falling in front of the door. 

“I see you are still alive,” Gray called through the open door. “A pity my men did not do their job.” 

“And they still won't.” John kept his fury leashed, voice cold. “Give up now and I might let you live.” 

Gray laughed, sending goosebumps up your spine. “Such bravado! I am not surprised. But you see, you are outnumbered. I have something you want, whereas you… have nothing.” 

Roach pushed you back harder into the wall, which was good because you had just opened your mouth to protest. Instead you made a tiny wheezing noise as half the air in your lungs was forced out by the soldier in front of you. 

Fucking rude. 

“That so?” John remained calm, staying out of sight of the open door. 

“Price,” Kate said from inside the room. 

You clenched your hands as tight as you could around the gun. Fuck. She sounded okay, but… 

“Laswell.” John, somehow, was still not audibly responding. 

“You see? Something you want.” Gray sounded far too smug. 

John was silent for a few long moments, shifting his position just enough to be able to look at you and Roach. He lifted one finger to his lips, holding your gaze, and waited until you nodded to look away. 

“I do have something you want,” John pointed out, calm but cold. He had a plan, clearly. 

At least, you hoped he had a plan. If he didn't, he was faking it very well. 

“You?” Gray laughed. “What could you have that I want?” Derision dripped from every word, his amusement clearly mocking. 

John didn't seem to care. “Ace. And a way out of this building alive.” 

“You think I won't kill you too?” Gray hissed, the still-screeching fire alarm only making him sound more unhinged. 

“You're welcome to try,” John ground out, voice lowering to an absolutely threatening growl. 

Silence from the meeting room for several long moments. If you had to guess, Gray was debating his options. Debating the best way forward to get what he wanted. 

You fidgeted behind Roach, swallowing back nerves as best you could. It was not in your nature to stand by and listen to people haggling over your life. 

Roach reached back and tapped you twice on the side. You weren't sure if that was supposed to be reassurance or a reminder to stay quiet. Either way, you drew in a deep breath. 

“What is it you're proposing?” Gray asked finally. 

John was quiet for a moment, and you could see his gaze flick to you. “An exchange,” he finally offered. 

If you trusted him any less, you would have been outraged. As it was, Roach's tap to your side was unnecessary. You weren't going to jeopardize John. 

“Intriguing,” Gray said, curious. “I do appreciate a man who can weigh the worth of two lives and choose one.” 

Your jaw clenched tight at that, a memory slamming into you, of Gray standing before you father. Something about the weight of lives… But it was gone again, shoved back deep where you'd buried it. You needed to focus. Not fall apart. 

“Then come out,” John goaded. “Get this over with before more people get involved.” 

As if to emphasize his words, the fire alarm screeched once more and went quiet. The sudden silence was almost worse than the constant noise. Almost. 

The silence stretched. Five seconds. Ten. Too long, much too long. Gray was planning something, he always was, John had to know–

Gunshots broke the silence, and Roach pushed you harder back into cover, obstructing your view as he did. But you could hear the gunfire continue, then a masculine shout. Two more shots, a little different sounding than the earlier ones. The sounds of a struggle - grunts and thuds. 

Then three more shots, so close together you almost couldn't hear the difference. 

“Do not shoot,” Kate barked.

You perked up, straining to try to see around Roach. He didn't move, keeping you covered for now. 

There was a brief choking noise, spluttering, another thud. The steady beat of boots against the floor. 

“Need help?” John asked, further away now. Glass crunched under boots. 

“Move,” you hissed at Roach. “Let me see–” You pushed past him with a little bit of a struggle, half-running past the bodies on the floor without a second glance at them. 

There were exactly two people you cared to see right now. The bodies weren't either of them. 

You skidded to a halt outside the shattered glass door, peering into the room. Two more bodies on the floor, blood slowly seeping into the thin carpet. John, standing over Kate and Gray, where Kate had Gray pinned face-down in what looked like a truly agonizing hold. 

Blood smeared from Kate's temple into her mussed hair and down her cheek. 

The floor next to Gray's head caved in under the bullet, bits of carpeting flying away from the impact. Gray shouted something indistinguishable, thrashing a little under Kate. 

“Ace,” John soothed, turning to face you. “We've got him. Give me the gun.” 

You didn't give him the gun, gaze trained on Gray. On the man who'd haunted your nightmares for years. 

“Ace,” John repeated. “Give me the gun.” One hand stretched out slowly towards you, careful not to spook you. 

He needn't have worried. You would never shoot him. 

Kate said your birth name softly, and your gaze snapped to her instead. She watched you, holding Gray down with little effort. The pain he was in likely helped with that. “I've got him,” she told you, steady and calm. “Steady.”

You blinked once, looking back down to Gray. He was no longer moving, breathing hard against the carpet. You hadn't seen him last time, when Kate had captured him that first time. You didn't know if this was quite the same. 

But you did know that this time, you weren't a scared little girl. 

“I'm sorry, Kate,” you said sincerely. “But you had him last time, too.” 

You pulled the trigger.

[mydearlybeloathed]

“she’s my friend” ft. nami

There she was. Walking through town like nothing had happened. She carried a collection satchel across her shoulder, her eyes never straying from right ahead. It was the monthly tax day—the forty-seventh tax day since Arlong invaded the island.

And you stood on your front porch step, broom in hand and rigidly stuck in place. Nami waltzed like a princess with her head held high, and it caused a raw clench in your gut. Your fist tightened painfully around the broom handle.

One by one, she went to each door, rapped her knuckles sharply against it, and wordlessly held out her satchel. Nobody said a word. The whole village stood in bated silence. Each person glared and some grunted at her, but eventually their beri fell into her bag, and the ordeal went on as always. Whispers followed her every move, spits of her name not going unheard.

By the time she arrived at your door, you’d tossed your broom aside and had your hand ready to drop the money in. And, you had a set of words ready too.

“How’ve you been?”

Maybe you could have come up with something better, but you were under a lot of pressure.

Nami blinked up from where she remained on the ground, glancing up at your place on the porch. “Uhm… what?”

Slowly, you breathed in and out. The longer she stood there the more eyes she attracted, and the more people sent warning glares your way. You set your jaw and decidedly said, “Are you okay, I mean?”

From the way she recoiled, you wondered if she’d ever been asked that before. Surely she had, before all this had happened, when her mother was still around. Before the town vowed to make Nami believe they hated her—a stupid plan, one you had no intention of keeping.

“Yeah,” she nodded a little too quickly. “I’m good.”

The baker looked ready to approach, and the grocer chewed his thumbnail frantically. A tick worked in your brow. “That’s good.” You took the chance. “Do you want to come in?”

Nami’s eyes lost their hostility in an instant, and the ghost of the girl you once knew replaced it. “Really?”

You nodded warmly. You’d been wanting to ask for ages. In the years since Nami’s employment you’d watched your old friend from afar. You watched her face darken day by day, yet still her hope that she could save the village remained. Admiration furled in the pits of your soul, until you couldn’t help but hope that something remained of your friendship after all this time.

“I…” Nami was going to say yes. You could see the words form behind her eyes, a giddy feeling rising in your chest, till—

A throat cleared behind you, chased swiftly by a sharp utterance of your name. Wincing, you turned, locking eyes with Genzo instantly. He didn’t dare to look at Nami, only raising a brow at you instead.

“Go inside,” he ordered. “Your brother needs you.”

“I was talking to Nami,” you clipped back, eyes dangerously narrow. Genzo silently begged you to back down, to not force his hand. You remained steadfast.

“You shouldn’t be speaking to her, and you know it.”

A stupid plan. “And maybe I don’t care, Genzo. Ever think about that?” You swiveled on your feet, a flame simmering in your gut.

Your brother now hovered in your doorway, his expression dark and set. “She’s a witch.”

“She’s my friend,” you said with just as much venom.

Nami inhaled sharply, dragging your attention back to her. With her eyes locked on the ground, slightly wide, she backed away. “Don’t bother.” Nami adjusted her bag on her shoulder and turned to head off. “See you next month.”

You hardly held back a call of her name, watching her disappear down the road till she was just a speck in the distance. The whole town breathed a sigh of relief, going about muttering hopes and prayers that she would be warm that night.

Fists taut, you couldn’t help but growl under your breath. “This is stupid.”

Genzo’s hand found your shoulder. “You know why we do this. If she thinks we hate her—”

“It’s been years,” you cried, shifting in his grip but never shaking off his hand. “Nami’s not giving up, and thinking we hate her won’t change that.”

Genzo’s face softened, his arms coming to bring you in close, and you realized tears had formed along your waterline.

“We’re gonna be okay,” he mumbled into your hair. You let yourself relax in his arms, hugging him back for all of five seconds before you shoved him away and wiped at your face. Genzo blinked widely. “What is it?”

You sniffled. “Nami has no one to tell her that.”

He said your name in warning once before you bolted through town on Nami’s trail as fast as you could. Your heart thundered as her orange hair came into view, along with the possible danger her company could bring—and you didn’t care one bit.

“Nami!”

She turned swiftly, and you dared to think she smiled upon seeing you.

[jusst-you-race]

12. “Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.” Sebmark

even more sebmark!!!! have some soft coffeeshop au sebmark lovely anon <3 prompt list

“Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.”

Mark yet again lets his gaze slide over to Seb while he makes the next coffee. It’s a terrible habit he has, and he’s been telling himself he’ll stop for months now, but he’s never actually put much effort into not watching Seb. It’s not like he’s even doing anything worth watching, he's just… studying. Like he always is. 

The coffee machine makes a screaming sound and Mark startles, quickly turning back to his task and trying to recuse the milk he’s in the middle of frothing. Fernando swears at him. Mark ignores him. 

Mark still isn’t entirely sure why Seb decided to choose their cafe as his study spot, considering he doesn’t even really drink coffee. But the only response he ever gets when he asks is a half shrug and a cheeky little smile that makes Mark feel all sorts of things.

He sighs as he pours milk into the espresso shot, creating a nice little pattern across the top solely through muscle memory. It comes out a little wonky, but it’s far from his worst. Grabbing a muffin out of the cabinet, Mark strides across the shop to deliver the order to one of the tables. He gets a mumbled ‘thanks’ for his troubles, and then has an internal debate with himself about the route he should take back to the counter.

It’s halfhearted, because he knows what the outcome will be before he starts it. 

He makes his way to Seb’s table. Seb doesn’t look up from where he’s staring intently at his laptop. 

“How’s it going?”

Seb looks up, frown disappearing and instead replaced with an amused little smile. 

“Well, these readings are slowly driving me up the wall, but I’m managing.” He runs a hand through his curls and Mark tries very hard not to watch. His own fingers itch anyway. He clears his throat.

“Do you want a refill?” He asks, stiltedly. 

Seb’s smile turns fond, and Mark feels something warm and pleased curling in his gut. It doesn’t last long though as Seb’s eyes flick down to the watch on his wrist. He grimaces apologetically. 

“Actually, Mark, I need to get going.” Seb immediately starts packing up his things and Mark refuses to feel disappointed. He’s about to leave him to it when he notices goosebumps on Seb’s arm. There’s no jacket he can see either as Seb collects his things, and Mark makes a split second decision.

“Wait one second,” he says before turning around and half jogging behind the counter. He quickly grabs his jacket, glaring at Fernando who aggressively rolls his eyes, and makes his way back across the cafe. Seb has finished packing up now, and is watching him with that same amused smile as Mark approaches him again. He thrusts the jacket out in front of him.

“Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.”

Seb giggles.

“Don’t be silly, I’m not taking your jacket.” 

Mark frowns, then shakes the jacket at him.

“Just bring it back next time. Don’t make me hold you down and force it on you.” Mark realises what he’s just said when Seb’s cheeks go bright red, but before he can take it back, Seb snatches the jacket out of his hands. 

“Fine,” he says, pulling it on. “I’ll take your stupid jacket.” The blush on his cheeks grows once the jacket is on and they both realise the sleeves almost cover Seb’s fingers. 

Mark is helplessly, hopelessly endeared. He reaches out on instinct to fix the collar that’s half tucked in and Seb startles, looking up at him with wide eyes. Slowly, deliberately, Mark moves his hands towards Seb, giving him a chance to pull away. He doesn’t. Gently, Mark flips the collar out. He can’t help but linger, smoothing his hand down the front of Seb’s chest for just a second. 

He goes to pull his hand back, but Seb snatches his wrist before he can. Mark freezes, waiting, and for a moment they just stare at each other. 

Eventually, quick as a flash, Seb springs up onto his toes and kisses Mark on the cheek. Mark is left standing there, blinking, stunned, as Seb sweeps out the door without looking back. 

From behind the counter Fernando bursts into laughter.

[12202005]

Bathroom | Swaggersouls

Warning: MATURE CONTENT‼️‼️‼️

Word count: 5.2k

Summary: You and Swagger attend a misfit party and get busy in the bathroom.

You find yourself in your shared bedroom, preparing to attend a party hosted by the misfits. As you carefully put on your earrings, Swagger approaches you from behind and gently wraps his arms around your waist.

"You look so fucking sexy, baby," he whispers, his lips tracing a path along your neck. "I'm not sure we'll even make it to the party," he adds, his hands slowly moving toward your chest.

"Stoppppp," I playfully smack his hands away and take a few steps back to create some distance between us. "We've already missed three parties because of your antics," I say, pointing at him.

Swagger chuckles and raises his hands in mock surrender. "Alright," he says with a suggestive smile, his gaze lingering on you. "No more distractions, but I can't promise I won't be thinking about you all night." He winks playfully, giving your backside a teasing slap as he saunters past you towards the door, leaving you flustered with a knowing grin. 

You quickly check the time and realize that you both need to leave immediately to avoid being late. Grabbing your coat and purse, you exit the bedroom and make your way to the front door. There, you bend over to put on your heels, your outfit leaves little to the imagination, your ass poking out of your mini skirt.

you can sense Swagger's gaze on you from behind. You can practically feel the intensity of his desire, and you can tell he's struggling to maintain his composure, uncertain of how much more he can take.

With a sly grin, you stand up and turn to face Swagger, the sound of your kitten heels clicking as you move. "Enjoying the view?" you ask, a teasing tone in your voice, well aware of the effect your outfit is having on him.

You can feel Swagger's reluctance as he whines and pulls you closer, his hands firmly gripping your waist as your bodies press together. "Do we really have to go?" he murmurs, his voice filled with desire. "I think we could have more fun right here," he suggests, his intentions clear.

You flash Swagger a playful smirk and head towards the door. "Nope, we're definitely going," you declare. "Our Uber is here." You show him your phone as the notification pops up. "Come on, we don't want to keep the driver waiting," you say before confidently striding out the front door, your hips swaying alluringly as you walk down the driveway to the waiting car, leaving Swagger with no choice but to follow, captivated by your every move.

You and Swagger make your entrance at the party, exchanging greetings with familiar faces and catching up with some of the misfits. As the night progresses and a few drinks deepen the atmosphere, Swagger can't resist his desire any longer. He discreetly finds his way to your side and begins to explore your body with his touch, the chemistry between you two intensifying amidst the lively party backdrop.

With a pleasurable sigh escaping your lips, you press your body closer to Swagger's, feeling his hands firmly on your waist and ass as you both engage in a seductive grind. Breathlessly, you whisper, "Please don't stop touching me," your desire and anticipation palpable in the air.

With a mischievous grin, Swagger's hands continue their sensual exploration of your body. He leans in close and whispers in your ear, "How about we find a bathroom?" His suggestion adds a thrilling element of anticipation to the night, and you can't help but feel a rush of excitement at the prospect.

With an eager nod of agreement, you and Swagger make your way toward the bathroom, anticipation building with every step. The promise of a private moment together in the midst of the party adds an enticing thrill to the night's festivities.

In the dimly lit bathroom, you lean over the counter, bunching up your skirt and sensually sliding down your thong. Your voice is filled with desire as you murmur, "We have to make this quick, baby." You arch your back, offering a tempting view of your wet pussy to Swagger, and moan, "I'm so wet, want you so bad." The urgency and longing in your voice add to the electrifying tension between you two.

Swagger wastes no time pulling out his cock, teasing your slit before pushing in. Gasping you stutter out a moan as the fat tip of his cock begins to stretch you, “Swagger!” you cry out catching his attention. He looks in the mirror in front of you two watching your face contour with pleasure as he begins to fuck you from behind grabbing your hair and slapping your ass.

As the head of his cock hits your cervix, your walls clench around him, milking his shaft. "Fuck, you like that, you filthy little slut?" He asks, picking up speed as he spanks your ass harder.

“Yes! I love it, I love it!” You cry out as he keeps fucking you from behind, hitting your g-spot every time “Yeah that’s it babydoll, let it all out for me” He moans.

"I love your cock so much," you moan, tears streaming down your flushed cheeks. His relentless thrusts inside you intensify the pleasure, making it difficult to form coherent thoughts. "M'gonna cum... gonna cum," Swagger tightens his grip on my hair pulling my head back before demanding you repeat what you said, “What was that baby? Say it again.” Ending his sentence with a hard spank on my ass. 

I'm gonna cum!" you cry out, feeling your orgasm building up deep inside you. The sensation of his cock thrusting in and out of your wet pussy sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body. " I'm cumming!"

“God you're so sexy when you cum, baby," Swagger groans, his hips bucking wildly as he thrusts deeper into you. You feel his cock twitch inside you, and then he lets out a loud groan as he finally releases his seed deep inside you.

You stand up on shaky legs, trying to regain your composure after the intense climax, Swagger supports you gently from behind. His strong hands find your hips, holding you close, and he leans in to kiss the nape of your neck tenderly. "That was incredible," he murmurs, his voice laced with desire and satisfaction.

You turn around to face him, your bodies still close, and share a lingering kiss, savoring the taste of each other on your lips. The bathroom door swings open briefly, and you both exchange knowing glances, realizing that you need to return to the party. With a shared secret and a mischievous smile, you make your way back to the festivities, leaving the bathroom and the passionate moment behind, but the memory lingers, adding an extra layer of excitement to the night's festivities.

I think I'm on a roll yall 😭

Pls send feedback, enjoy!!!

[ryuluvr]

echoes of rain and love.

(wlw fem!reader x jinx, sfw)

tags: pure fluff, established friendship and mutual crush, jinx follows you around without your knowledge, silco is alive, quick mentions of weapons + bombs, shimmer!jinx, arcane!jinx (18+ age)

notes: honestly this is just self-indulgent bc i love jinx so much. it's short n sweet, sorry!

wc: 1.2k

the moon replaced the sun in the sky as the streets became more busy, people flooding in and out of the multiple bars, clubs and brothels around. you thought to call it a day, keeping only one dim lamp on in your bedroom before throwing yourself down on your double bed. it always felt more lonely at night.

with your head gently placed on your pillow, a deep sigh escaped your lips, fluttering your eyes shut after a few moments. you had no real intention of sleeping yet since you were dying to continue a book you started the previous morning, but exhaustion got the better of you, allowing you to slowly doze off on top of the covers.

close to half an hour passed before a loud crash followed by the sound of items falling to the floor woke you up from your sleep. you sat up as fast as you could, heart pounding hard in your chest as you scanned the room. your gaze moved from your books scattered across the floor to jinx standing by the window, but it took you a few seconds to realise she wasn't on the outside of it.

"look, don't be mad.." jinx began, her voice almost as low as a whisper, holding up her hands in defence while a grin tugged at the corners of her lips. "i just wanted some company. sevika's out working, and i was lonely."

you exhaled as you shook your head in disbelief, begging your heart rate to decrease as soon as possible.

"i'm flattered i'm your second option." you couldn't help but smile. this wasn't the first time your friend broke into your apartment just to see you, you just wished she would let you know beforehand and enter like anyone else would, through the front door.

you ran your slender fingers through your hair, watching closely as jinx tiptoed around the belongings she knocked over on her way in, approaching your bed with a slight pout.

"aw, come on. you know you're my first, really." her tone was playful but it was clear she meant every word. you're constantly shocked at how she can have so much energy quite literally twenty four hours of the day. jinx plopped herself on your bed, causing you both to bounce a little, eliciting a tired groan from you.

"sooo, whatcha been up to?" jinx sat crossed legged opposite you, her attention entirely on you and your answer. you had to take a few moments to think, not that you did much in the day.

"work." you rolled your eyes while tucking some strands of hair behind both ears, soon noticing the way your lamp flickered to your side. "it feels like that's all i do lately. i'm exhausted."

jinx tilted her head to one side in curiosity and you saw her pick at her own nail polish, leaving every single nail chipped. she can never stay still, no matter what.

"so why don't you quit?" jinx's question caused you to lightly laugh, assuming it was unworthy of an answer. silco has covered everything for jinx since the day he took her into his care. money hasn't been a problem for her for a while now and she currently has a guaranteed place to live. she's not entitled or even ungrateful by any means, she just has no reason to handle currency anymore.

after pushing yourself back up against the headboard of the bed, you trailed your eyes back up to jinx's face, noticing and loving the way her pink eyes shimmered in the dark room. her braids laid neatly across her lap; you couldn't help but wonder what she would look like with her hair completely down. you imagined yourself running a brush or even your own fingers through her hair, listening to jinx hum her favourite song.

"you still making those little chompers?" you asked curiously, jinx's face instantly lighting up.

"you bet! the one i'm currently working on is gonna be even bigger and better than the last! i'm thinking of testing it on some pesky enforcers once it's done." her excitement plastered a smile onto your face, giggling at her enthusiasm. sometimes you wished she would invite you to her weapon testings, but you knew she didn't purely for your own safety. hurting you in any way would absolutely destroy her.

"then, you'll have to let me know how it goes. just maybe not at one in the morning, okay?" truth is, deep down you wouldn't get angry at her even if she came to you at five.

your friend leaned forward to mess up your hair, chuckling to herself soon after. "i wouldn't count on it." her gaze quickly landed on your window due to the raindrops gliding down the glass, the sound of thunder indicating a storm was quickly approaching.

the weather was enough to make you rush out of bed and head for your wardrobe, taking ahold of some comfy pyjama shorts alongside a black oversized t-shirt, throwing them onto jinx's lap.

"you're not going out in that. i know what you're thinking." you frowned as you spoke to her, your voice full of concern and care. the other girl parted her lips to protest but you cut her off instantly. "you can stay here tonight, if you'd like."

jinx glanced down at your clothes, suddenly in her own world while she ran her fingers across the soft materials. eventually she nodded, unexpectedly giving in with a grin.

"more time with you? don't have to tell me twice." her sweet giggles filled the room, feeling your own heart swell with adoration. you turned your back to her, letting her change into your clothes in peace.

the rain continued to hammer down outside, wind howling too. once jinx stated she was done, you turned on your heel to face her, deciding to fold her clothes up for her before gesturing towards your empty bed. you thought it would take a miracle for her to settle down considering her hyper nature, but to your surprise she slid under the covers and let out a soft sigh. you've never seen her so peaceful or still before, and you weren't sure you'd ever see her this way again.

you followed suit, scooting in bed beside her and pulling the duvet further up to reach your shoulders in an attempt to warm yourself up.

without any warning jinx rolled from her back onto her side to face you, your eyes widening with surprise when you noticed her face was merely centimetres away from yours. blood rose slightly in your cheeks, unable to find any words to speak.

jinx's pink eyes remained glued to yours, and her sweet smile never faded. something about this moment was just so beautiful and you felt like there was nothing you wouldn't do to freeze time. the room was quiet, except for the distant thunder rolling in waves. you took your hand and pushed some strands of hair out of jinx’s face, your touch slow and soothing, as if trying to match the rhythm of your deepening breaths.

the soft crackle of lightning illuminated the room for a brief second, casting fleeting shadows over both of your faces. you leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to jinx’s nose, then another to her forehead, your lips lingering just for a moment. a bigger smile curled on the other girls lips, her eyes growing heavy with sleep. you both nestled closer, your legs tangling beneath the covers, comforted by each other's presence. eventually, your eyes drifted shut, and you surrendered to sleep, wondering if jinx will still be beside you in the morning.

[gong-fourz]

GHOSTLY TUTOR

Pairing: ghost!sungho x gn!reader Summary: you didn't believe in ghosts till he gives you a reason to. WC: 1k Genre: ghost!au, high school!au, fluff Nets: @blossomnet

taglist - m.list

You've never believed in ghosts. To you, they're nothing more than stories told to scare children around campfires or urban legends spread by bored teenagers. So when the whispers about the haunted library at your high school started circulating, you brushed them off as nonsense. You have more important things to worry about, like keeping your grades up and preparing for college.

It's a chilly Friday evening, and you're in the library, your books and notes spread out in front of you. The school is eerily quiet, the usual bustling hallways now deserted. The librarian, has already gone home, leaving you alone to study. You don't mind the silence; in fact, you relish it. It's the perfect environment to focus on your work without any distractions.

As you dive into your chemistry notes, the dim lighting casting long shadows across the room, you suddenly hear a soft whisper. It's so faint that you think you might have imagined it. You pause, listening intently. There it is again, a barely audible murmur, like someone whispering just out of earshot.

Your heart skips a beat. You remind yourself that you don't believe in ghosts. The stories about the library being haunted are just that—stories. Probably a prank by some of your classmates. Determined not to let your imagination get the better of you, you try to return to your studies. But the whispers persist, growing slightly louder, more insistent.

Curiosity and a hint of trepidation take hold. You stand up, glancing around the library. It's vast and filled with towering bookshelves that create a labyrinth of literature. You start to walk slowly through the aisles, the wooden floor creaking under your feet. The whispers seem to be coming from somewhere deeper in the library.

"Hello?" you call out, your voice echoing softly. There's no response, only the continued murmuring. You follow the sound, weaving through the shelves, your pulse quickening with each step.

The whispers lead you to a secluded corner of the library, a section filled with old, dusty books that look like they haven't been touched in years. You can feel the temperature drop as you approach. There's an uncanny stillness in the air, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

"Who's there?" you ask, your voice trembling slightly.

The whispers stop abruptly. For a moment, there's complete silence. Then, a book falls from a shelf with a soft thud. You jump, your heart pounding in your chest. You pick up the book, and as you do, you notice a name etched into the cover: Sungho.

"Sungho?" you whisper to yourself, puzzled.

"Yes," a voice answers softly, almost directly into your ear.

You spin around, but there's no one there. The library is empty, yet the presence is palpable. You feel a chill run down your spine. Gathering your courage, you speak again.

"Sungho? Who are you?"

The air around you seems to shift, and suddenly, a figure begins to materialize in front of you. He's a young man, around your age, with an old-fashioned school uniform and a gentle, almost sad expression on his face. His form is translucent, shimmering slightly in the dim light.

"I'm Sungho," he says, his voice soft but clear. "I used to be a student here, many years ago."

You stare at him, your mind racing. This can't be real, you think, but there he is, standing right in front of you. A ghost.

"What happened to you?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Sungho sighs, looking down at his feet. "I died here, in this library. It was an accident, but I've been trapped here ever since."

Your heart aches for him. "Why haven't you moved on?"

"I don't know," he replies, looking up at you with pleading eyes. "I've tried, but something keeps me here. Maybe it's unfinished business, maybe it's something else. I just want to be free."

You can't believe what you're hearing, but the sincerity in his voice compels you to help. "How can I help you?"

Sungho's expression brightens slightly. "There's a book, one that contains the answer to my release. I've been searching for it for years, but I can't touch it. It's hidden somewhere in this library."

You nod, determined. "I'll help you find it."

Together, you search through the shelves, pulling out books and examining them. Sungho guides you, his knowledge of the library's layout proving invaluable. Hours pass, but you're fueled by a strange mixture of fear and compassion. You can't imagine what it must be like to be trapped like this.

Finally, you come across an old, leather-bound book with no title. Sungho's eyes light up when he sees it.

"That's it," he says, his voice filled with hope. "Open it."

You carefully open the book, revealing pages filled with strange symbols and incantations. As you read aloud, a soft glow begins to emanate from the pages. Sungho closes his eyes, a look of peace washing over his face.

"Thank you," he whispers, his form becoming more transparent.

"Will this set you free?" you ask, your heart pounding.

"Yes," he replies. "You've done more for me than I can ever repay. Thank you."

With that, Sungho's form fades, the whispering ceasing as he finally finds peace. The library feels different now, warmer, as if a heavy weight has been lifted.

You stand there for a moment, the book still in your hands, processing everything that just happened. You can hardly believe it, but the sense of fulfillment and calm in the room tells you it was real.

You place the book back on the shelf, a bittersweet smile on your face. You came here to study, but you ended up helping a soul find peace. As you gather your things and leave the library, you feel a newfound appreciation for the stories and rumors that once seemed so silly. Some of them, it turns out, hold more truth than you ever imagined.

From that day on, whenever you hear whispers about the haunted library, you smile to yourself, knowing that Sungho is no longer bound to this world, thanks to your help. And maybe, just maybe, you start to believe in ghosts a little more.

[natashaslesbian]

We Saved Each Other (Part One)

Summary: The Black widow is taking her final steps to join S.H.I.E.L.D in the heart of Budapest. A young widow has been discarded. Will Natasha’s guilt get the better of her?

Word Count: 689

Pairings: (Natasha Romanoff x Kid!Reader) (Avengers x Kid!Reader)

Warnings/content: None for this part

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“We need confirmation Dreykov’s in the building” the spy said as his eyes wondered over the device in front of him. “His car is pulling up now” the assassin said, a thick Russian acent present in her words. She watched as a young girl exited the car and was ushered inside. Her eyes moved up to the second floor, the girl passing through each window frame. At the end of the hall, the brunette entered an office. The widow watched as a figure spun on his chair and greeted the girl. This was wrong, but this would make things right. Right? Guilt ran through her blood. The redhead dropped her vision to the right side of the building, and there she saw it. There she saw you.

You looked to be no older than 7 or 8, a large man was dragging you by the wrist, out into the cold winter evening. You were crying, sobbing, screaming. He threw you down on the concrete and with no hesitation turned around and walked away. You crawled to the door and banged your tiny fists against it. “Natasha, we clear?” She brought her communications device to her mouth, eyes still painted on you. People continued to pass by you without a care in the world. You cowered away from every wondering gaze, so afraid they would bring you more harm. Your frail body violently shook with each cry. Natasha took a deep breath “wait a minute”

Before Clint could even respond, Nat was out the car door and crossing the road, completely out in the open and risking everything. She paused briefly at the corner, studying you. You sheepishly returned to the door, trying the handle this time “please” you whimpered “I be good. I pam- I pwomis” the ex-widow knew those words all too well. She knew how you felt, and she would be dammed if you carried this hurt for the rest of your life. Natasha approached your fragile body with caution, she crouched to your level a few feet away. “Hey there” she softly spoke. You turned your gaze towards her, slowly, you eyed her with caution. “My name’s Natasha” the stranger said to you “what’s yours?” The question floated around for a moment, your voice now lost and dead to the world. “Why don’t we get you out of here? Somewhere warm and safe?” She reached out her hand and you pondered her intentions. Was she here to hurt you too? Or was she worth your trust? You looked back to the steel door, they didn’t want you anymore, you were there thrown out trash, where else did you have to go? Could anywhere really be worse? You turned towards the pale redhead woman, your eyes raw and burning. You took a leap, or rather step of faith and stumbled towards her outstretched arms.

“All clear” Natasha spoke into her coms as she pulled the car door closed. Within seconds, the building went up in flames. Rubble began to fall from the sky and the noise had you on high alert. “It’s ok” she said as she held you close “you’re safe now. Safe with me” Natasha pulled you into her chest as she began to drive away “saf” you whispered “yeah, safe” Natasha repeated. Before long, the motions of the car lulled you into a slumber. Natasha was shaking, so afraid, but her guilt was long forgotten. She turned the wheel so carefully, braked with ease as to not wake you. Was she crazy? This was crazy. A young girl laid in her arms, a young girl who needs love and care. How was she to give that to you?

The assassin turned onto the large green field, a shield jet waiting for her arrival. She stumbled out of her car, you still sound asleep against her neck, herself still shaking. “Who’s this?” Clint asked as the young woman approached with another young woman accompanying her. “She-she was outside” Natasha began “I couldn’t just, I couldn’t. They just threw her out” she explained, tears now escaping her “let’s get you both on the jet” Clint smiled.

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Part one of a new story :))))

The parts will get longer I just wanted to start with something short to see the interest

-Astara🩷

[aemondsprincesss]

I think that the Dragon reader would low-key like have a problem with eating. Like amenod have to teach her how to eat without looking crazy. 

I feel like she would be pretty close with his dragon because that’s like her mom

Guys, it’s like you are reading my mind. I swear to gods!

Yes! Dragon!Reader is totally Vhagar’s baby girl (no rivalry). Vhagar trusts her offspring’s safety on the hands of her honorable and rich rider, knowing he will take good care of her.

This is a straight follow-up to this “chapter” (this is all a big mess) (a mess made with love :3)

@selahstars I'll post the eating plot separately. Don't worry I'll tag you 😘

SO! As soon as Aemond uttered the soft words, you closed your mouth and looked curiously at him, tilting your head a bit, like a puppy. Aemond exhaled discreetly, not daring to move any more muscles.

Before he could think of what to do to make you more comfortable with him, Aemond felt a familiar earth quake shake the ground. Vhagar.

The noise attracted your attention, making you turn your head to the mouth of the cave. Aemond could hear his dragon outside, moving closer, and he did not know what to do. Would she hurt you? Dragons aren’t know for their motherly instincts.

You did not look scared, just... interested.

He observed powerless you getting up on wobbly legs, black, sticky fluids running down your naked body... Aemond is a man of honor, but a man nonetheless, so he could not help but admire your luscious curves, and this was when he realized your scales weren’t only on your shoulders, no. The golden scales went down in the middle of your back, a little more wide than the width of your spine, spreading to envelope your lower back and hips, descending more subtly on the outer sides of your thighs, almost imperceptible. They were also on your elbows, knees and calves. Absolutely breathtaking.

Using the wall of the cave for support, you gave your first steps, swaying and slightly trembling, like a baby deer. But unlike them, you didn’t take hours, and didn’t fell. Your purpose was clear.

Slowly, Aemond followed. Ready to command Vhagar to stand down if she became hostile towards you.

Once you emerged from the cave, on slightly less wobbly legs, covering your eyes against the setting sun in front of you for a moment, Vhagar, that was at least twenty steps way, smelled the air and focused intently on you, who had the same reaction, smelling the air and trying to walk faster to approach the mighty beast.

Aemond was nervous but could see that there was no aggression in your behavior, nor hers.

Due to your faster pace, you almost fall on your way out of the cave, and Aemond observed, surprised, Vhagar approaching you a little and resting her chin on the ground, rumbling a sound that is the closest thing to a cooing that Aemond have ever heard a dragon utter.

This encourages you to keep walking. Aemond noticed that you became more careful.

When you approached enough to touch, Vhagar presented her giant snout to you, who pressed your forehead between her flaring nostrils.

Witness this scene makes something snap in Aemond’s chest, overflowing him with a sense of completion. This is why he was born. Everything in his life led to this moment. The three of you together. It was written on the stars. It was written on the stones of Old Valyria.

Aemond is filled with an irresistible urge to be closer to you two, so he begins to walk in your direction.

Hearing him, you turn your back to Vhagar and growls at Aemond, making him stop. Were you trying to protect Vhagar? Your matriarch growls at you, making you relax your hostile posture immediately and look at her surprised. She keeps rumbling and purring while you look at her with attention, occasionally glancing at Aemond with decreasing mistrust and increasing interest.

Only at this point Aemond realizes that Vhagar is communicating with you. Literally talking to you.

After a little nudge of her big snout, you begin to walk in Aemond’s direction. Head tilted to the side and dragon eyes scanning him from head to toe.

Vhagar moves to a comfortable position and lays down, letting out a loud huff and closing her eyes.

Aemond takes some cautious steps in your direction, and when you don’t react, he keeps going, stopping at arm’s leng from you, that just keep walking until you are flush against him, hands on his chest, fingers on the metal clasps of his dark green tunic.

Gasping slightly, Aemond keep his hands at his sides, balling them in fists for a moment before forcing himself to relax. He can feel your heat through his clothes.

Getting bored of the buckles, you turn your attention to his face. Aemond notices that your pupils are rounder, giving you a more docile look.

Even under the drying black goo, you look stunning. He can’t help but imagine how you would look in a pretty dress...

Hypnotized by your unnatural beauty, Aemond doesn’t realize your intention until you are with your hand on his eye patch. Instinctively, he closes his hand around your wrist, stopping you movement abruptly.

You whimper and pull away from him. Startled. Vhagar open her eyes but doesn’t move.

Realizing his mistake, Aemond shushes and cooes at you. A pang of guilt hit him when he sees the mistrust coming back to your expression.

Not seeing what else to do, he quickly takes of his eye patch and extends it for you to take. However, you became more interested in the shiny blue gem that replaces his missing eye. Being attracted back into Aemond by it.

Aemond takes in a shaky breath when your hot fingers trace the scar under his sapphire eye. He closes his eyelids for a moment to bask in the sensation.

Never anyone reacted this way to his deformity. He is used to disgust, pity, fear. It’s the first time he experiences tender curiosity. Even fascination, dare he think.

Opening his eye, he admire your violet ones, understanding that you will never judge him. You are pure, perfect. Nothing like the worthless scum that surround him every day, save for a few.

You are his saving grace, his peace of mind. His prize and destiny. He can feel it in his heart, in his soul. You were always meant to be his.

Slowly, he pealed his hooded cloak from his back and placed it over your shoulders, tying the knot securely, protecting your modesty as much as possible, even if you don’t care about it. Only being able to do it because you were delighted with the feel of the fabric. It was the first smile he saw on your lips, and it was the prettiest thing he has ever seen.

The next hours were filled with you interacting with the world around you and the capacities of your body. In no time the strength of your legs were totally developed, only your balance needed a little more time. You were fascinated with the grass, the wind, the stones, the sky. And with Aemond too. His hair, his clothes, his sword and dagger (that remained safely sheathed). You were seeing everything for the first time, it was endearing to watch, and he was watching closely.

Once Aemond deemed it was late enough, he holded your hand hesitantly, waiting to see if you would pull away, you didn’t, to busy fidgeting with the strings of the cloak over your chest. He tightened his hold and slowly pulled you to get closer to Vhagar, you followed until you both were near the ropes.

He tried to speak in valyrian for you to climb, to no use. You just stared at him with your innocent curiosity. He tried to climb and gesticulate for you to do the same. Nothing.

Until Vhagar took pity on his suffering, turning her enormous head in the direction of you both (Aemond half way up the ladder) and uttered the rumbling purring you understand. Vhagar looked at the rope ladder and you copied the gesture. When he saw you finally trying to climb, with slow progress, he went down to help. Touching you in strictly necessary places.

You straddled the saddle with a giddy posture, looking all around in fast gestures. Seeming happy to be on top of your matriarch.

While getting behind you, and having to get impossibly closer to grab the reins, Aemond battled his inner instincts to keep his touches respectables.

“Sōvegon, Vhagar!” He commanded, making Vhagar spread her battle worn wings and move to fly.

He felt you grabbing his arms, that were around you, and leaning into him when Vhagar’s movements startled you, and it felt so good. So good. You needing him. You seeking his help. You trusting him.

Up in the sky, Aemond thanked the gods.

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