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randompiecesofwriting · 2 months ago

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I'm Okay

Summary: Robby’s girlfriend is a reporter with the local news station sent out on a field assignment she was exceptionally excited for, covering Pittfest

Pairing: Michael “Robby” Robinavich x Reader

Word Count: 5.5k

Warning: Pittfest fic! Mass casualty event, shooting, reader gets a bullet in the arm, medical inaccuracies, swearing, so much angst

Author’s Note: Took a break from my Jack fic to write an obligatory Pittfest fic because I don’t have one yet! Thank you so much for all of the kind messages notes and tags that you all have left on my work as I’ve said before it means the absolute world to me and I do read each and every one over and over again because I love them all. Thank you!!

The nurse behind the desk barely spared you a glance before waving you and Jake in, the two of you sharing a small smile as you bypassed the line of people waiting, shuffling back into the ER, pointedly ignoring the jealous glares that were being thrown your way from the waiting room as you did so.

Because the two of you were on a mission, get into the ED, grab Jake’s tickets to Pittfest then get out hopefully soon enough to give you enough time to get ready before you started your broadcast. You only had three hours of time blocked off to get this done so honestly you were cutting it close.

Your first stop once entering the ED was, as always, to Dana at the nurses’ station, the woman herself grinning as soon as she spotted the two of you entering, her eyes dancing back and forth between you and Jake with a small smirk. “Y/N on babysitting duty then”

“Definitely don’t need a babysitter” Jake cut in with an exasperated groan that had you and the charge nurse chuckling.

“Besides I’m working anyways” you cut in with a shrug “so he’s ditching me for a girl”

Dana’s gaze cut to Jake eagerly as she did her best to tamp down the shit-eating grin on her face.

“Who’s got a girl” Langdon, however, made no such effort, sliding in beside Dana eagerly making Jake duck his head slightly in response as he tried to hide his flushed cheeks.

Deciding to put the poor kid out of his misery you jumped in to save him “Today all I’m good for is gas money”

“That’s not true” Jack assured you with a mischievous glint in his eye, clearly not properly appreciating your save from Langdon “your press badge will let us skip the line too”

You elbowed Jake in the side fondly as he erupted with warm laughter, so distracted with getting your revenge you missed the footsteps that approached you from behind, jumping slightly when a hand at your hip was all the warning you got before Robby was pressing a quick kiss to the side of your head as he flew by. “I’m still upset you get to meet the girlfriend before I do”

He clapped Jake on the shoulder fondly despite the tease as he swung around the desk, Jake shrugging with a smirk in response “I like her better”

Robby snorted at the jab, eyes already scanning the desk for his next task. And you could see the exhaustion in him that had sunk to his very bones, could see the desperate need within him to keep moving, to distract himself. But you knew better than to call him on it now, knew he just needed to work through it in his own way, knew he’d find his way back to you at the end of the day.

So instead you threw an arm around Jake’s shoulders and pulled him into a dramatic side hug, jostling him roughly and enjoying the chuckle Jake let out at the motion “What can I say the kid’s got taste”

Robby sent Dana a fake exasperated glance as if to ask for at least one person to be on his side.

Dana responded accordingly “Don’t look at me like that I like her better to”

He knew better than to look to Langdon after that.

Someone on the other end of the room called out Robby’s name, and his body reacted almost reflexively to move him in that direction in response as he called out back at you “Traitors, the whole lot of you”

“Wait” Jake called out after him, realizing quickly it was of no use and dropping his voice down to a speaking level as Robby disappeared within one of the rooms “he has my tickets”

You snorted at his dejected tone “honestly that’s on you for thinking we’d be in and out of the Pitt in anything less than two hours” clapping a hand on his shoulder you pulled him in the direction of the lockers “come on I stashed a bag of m&m’s in his backpack this morning lets go for the record”

An hour later you and Jake had long since set up camp at Dana’s desk, you sitting in a roller chair on one end of the room with a bag of m&m’s in hand calling out to Langdon who sat in his own chair on the other side “What color?”

“Red I need the contrast” You snorted at his genuine use of strategy, shaking your head as you dug through the bag, feeling the newcomer approach from behind more than see them.

“Going for the record?” You could hear the amusement in Collins’ voice even as she pretended to be exasperated by it.

You grinned up at her in response “nine feet, that’s gotta be worth at least a page in the Guinness book right”

“Least he’s good at one thing”

“I heard that” Langdon called out across the Pitt making the two of you laugh before she called back

“You were meant to”

Finaly spotting the correct colored piece you held it up dramatically, extending it to Jake as if for inspection, the kid nodding solemnly before declaring “with this piece we make history”

You snorted at how seriously they both took this, hearing Collins hide her own in her sleeve as you lined up the shot, mimicking the movement a few times before finally letting it fly.

Langdon tracked the movement with a level of concentration you’ve only seen him use in trauma situations, dipping his head slightly at the last minute just in time to catch the m&m directly in his mouth.

He was on his feet as soon as it landed with a yell, tossing a dramatic double high-five at Jake in celebration as you dissolved into a puddle of giggles on your chair, Robby joining the group just late enough to miss the record shattering catch that sparked the reaction.

“You guys are still here?”

And you couldn’t help but sober slightly at the question, worry rising within you as you started to realize how much he was throwing himself into his work today. You’ve wasted a lot of time in the Pitt waiting on him before, but never had he fully forgotten you were here.

“Yeah we need the tickets” Jake responded good naturedly, Robby’s brows rising as he realized his mistake and having Jake follow him back towards the lockers to grab them.

Langdon and Collins took that as their chance to break off as well, giving you the opportunity to slide your chair up along side Dana’s “How’s he doing?”

“He says he’s fine” She sent you a look that told you she believed that about as much as you did, making you shake your head “just need to get through this shift and he’ll be alright”

“Yeah” you sighed doubtfully, putting on a small smile as you watched him and Jake emerge with the tickets in hand, Robby’s smile noticeably lighter after the interaction.

Jake started to make his way out of the ED as you rose to meet Robby behind the desk, giving him a quick peck and a light squeeze on the arm.

“Be careful today”

“Course” you shook off his worry easily, knowing that between the two of you there was only one who warranted such concern “take a break here soon yeah? Just a quick breather”

“I’m fine” he started to brush you off, cutting himself off at the raise of your brow, another call of his name pulling him from the moment with a tired sigh “I’ll try”

“Thank you” You smiled up at him, giving him one more kiss before stepping back, allowing him to dive back into the chaos of the Pitt.

“You know you’re the only one that can do that” Dana commented with a smirk from the desk as you started to gather your things.

“Yeah well we’ll see if he actually listens” you sighed as you finally pushed your chair back into its proper place, taking a second to give Dana a hug goodbye “look after him yeah?”

“Don’t worry I’ve got him” she assured you with a smile, stepping back as you let her go and started towards the doors to the waiting room.

“Have fun at Pittfest” she called out after you “call when you can”

“I will” you called back with a chuckle, pushing open the doors to the waiting room and joining Jake as the two of you exited the building, gladly listening to him rattle off all of the bands he and Leah were excited to see play that day.

Robby needed this shift to end.

It was the shift from hell, every resident he knew and trusted were gone, he was left with a heard of medical students on their first day, and now Dana was talking about quitting as well.

He needed the shift to end then he needed to hibernate for the next week straight.

Then Dana’s phone rang.

He didn’t think much of it at first, another trauma inbound, some more time to beg the one last person on his side to stay with him.

Then he watched her face drop, a look he wasn’t used to seeing on the infallible charge nurse. It wasn’t exactly surprised, wasn’t exactly sad or even shocked, it was haunted.

He furrowed his brow slightly, tilting his head to try and get a better read on her.

“Turn to channel 8” her voice came out hoarse, soft, without any weight behind it as if she couldn’t comprehend the words herself.

“What?”

“Turn to channel 8” she didn’t bother responding to him, this time pitching her voice louder to ring out across the Pitt.

“Dana?” he tried to call her attention back to him but she ignored him, clutching the phone she’d already hung up tightly in her grasp as she glued her eyes to the screen.

A familiar voice rang out across the room as the channel was changed. Nancy he realized, the lead anchor for the local news station, came onto screen. You’d introduced her to him once, you two were close at work.

Her red rimmed eyes were the first thing he noticed.

“We bring you breaking news tonight with reports of an active shooter at Pittfest the city’s summer music festival”

And Robby’s mind went blank.

There was no struggling to understand, no attempt to even process the news, just flat out rejection of the base premise. Those words simply did not go in that order, they couldn’t. It didn’t make sense for there to be a shooter at Pittfest, Jake was at Pittfest. He was here earlier, goofing off with Langdon before grabbing tickets from him he couldn’t be in any danger. He was happy, he was excited, there couldn’t be a shooter. You were at Pittfest, you’d been excited for the field assignment, your favorite band was playing, there couldn’t be a shooter.

“We go live now to field reporter Chuck Newcastle who’s on the scene now, Chuck are you with us?”

Another sentence that didn’t make sense. You were the reporter on the scene. You were the one they had sent. It was supposed to be you they went live to.

His gaze sought out Dana’s only to see the woman already looking at him. She looked panicked but that couldn’t be it, Dana didn’t get panicked, she ran the ED, she wasn’t allowed to panic.

“She’s supposed to be there” His voice sounded hollow even to himself as he watched Dana’s face crumple in response, eyes casting desperately back to the screen for answers.

He wasn’t sure the Pitt had ever been this quiet before.

“As you can see behind me first responders are currently on the scene and taping off areas as they attempt to apprehend the shooter” Chuck started to describe the situation with a hand on his ear, listening to the earpiece within it, continuing on without a hiccup “we have a reporter who was inside the festival area at the time of the event, out own Y/N Y/L/N. We’ll play a clip of her broadcast here in a second, but viewer discretion is advised”

He hadn’t realized how much of him had been hoping there’d been some sort of mix up until that moment. That you had backed out at the last minute, that they hadn’t actually sent you in, that you’d been lying to him about your plans for the day the entire time, anything that would keep you from being there.

A few heads turned in his direction at the news and he could see the hesitation on their faces, could see the silent questions they sent one another, could see the pity creep in as the Pitt all collectively wondered if they were about to see Dr. Robby’s girlfriend get shot on camera.

A hand reached for the dial and the command was out of him before he could think

“Don’t”

There as an unfamiliar edge in his tone, an unquestionable authority, a deeply buried fear masked by anger.

The hand retracted and you appeared on the screen.

“Hi my name is Y/N Y/L/N and you’re joining me here at Pittfest-“ you launched into your intro with a smile on your face and Robby drank it in greedily, heart stuttering in his chest as he desperately held onto that smile even if it was just your fake one you used for the camera, committed your voice to memory even if it was the falsely sweet one you used for reporting.

Then it all broke down.

Your report came to a screeching halt as a loud crack sounded through the background, an unnatural moment of stillness passing as the world around you froze, as everyone around you struggled collectively to comprehend, to react.

Your gaze suddenly strayed from down the lens to behind it, to your camera man, a silent question in your eyes before another shot sounded.

His heart leapt as you flinched this time, knees bending reflexively to get lower. A man in the background collapsed and instructions leapt to his throat unbidden, a silent plea to get down, to get under cover, to hide, to do something.

Instead you went after the man.

He could’ve screamed.

The camera crashed to the ground as it was dropped, the entire scene going sideways with you still barely in frame as you pressed firmly down onto the man’s chest, too far away for the audience to make anything out.

The scene suddenly cut back to Chuck.

His eyes stayed on the screen long after you left it, willing you to come back, willing them to cut back to you, willing for some sort of sign that you were okay.

He felt Dana’s hand being placed hesitantly on his shoulder bringing him back. He pushed her off without a second thought, launching headfirst into his leader roll “okay everybody listen up as the nearest trauma center we are going to be getting most of the victims”

“Robby” Dana tried to call his attention

“we need all the narcotics, paralytics and sedatives that we can get our hands on” he ignored her, delegating tasks off rapidly to anyone that would listen.

“Robby”

He ignored her again, avoided the pity in her eyes, avoided everything. “We also need to establish a temporary morgue we’ll take peds for now”

“Robby”

“Dana I can’t” He didn’t mean to blow up at her, to raise his voice, to make her physically recoil back from him. With a deep breath he tried desperately to reign it in. “I can’t do this right now, I can’t think about-“ he cut himself off, stopping the line of thought before he could get to any referral of you, severing the link in his mind before it could spiral “I can’t”

“okay” she nodded in response, a steady mask slipping into place though he could still see it in her eyes, appreciating the gesture nonetheless. “what do you need me to do”

Work, he could focus on work. He could distract himself with work. Work was good. “Gurneys, make sure all the gurneys and wheelchairs you can get your hands on end up in the ambulance bay. And see if you can get ahold of Jake or even Janey” she nodded eagerly at the instruction, happy to be able to do something, he’d have to thank her for that later, “and” he continued hesitantly “just at least see if you can get ahold of-“

“I will” she cut him off before he could get too far into it, placing a hand on his shoulder and giving it a squeeze before ushering him off.

Work, he could do work.

You don’t remember much after throwing yourself into the bed of some guy’s truck. Lying flat out on your back on the hard aluminum and closing your eyes, registering nothing until suddenly a hand was tapping rapidly on your cheek.

You cracked your eyes open at the sudden movement, coming face to face with a wide-eyed Ellis hovering over you.

“Fancy seeing you here”

She didn’t laugh, instead made eye contact with Shen on the other side of the vehicle, the two sharing a silent conversation before shouting Jack’s name in unison as Ellis slapped a pink bracelet on your wrist.

“shhhh I’m fine” you pointedly ignored the way the words slurred slightly on their way out while Ellis ignored their meaning all together, gingerly helping you out of the car and towards a gurney.

“It’s just my shoulder I can walk” you tried to protest as she forced you down, a familiar head of salt and pepper curls appearing behind her in a rush, a string of curses slipping out of him at the sight of you. “Thank you Jack tell Ellis I’m fine” You used your good arm to try and fend her off as Jack pulled a penlight out of his pocket and shined it directly into your eye “Dude it’s my shoulder not my head” you protested, bringing a hand up to rub away the shadows he burned into your vision.

“Lay back or I’ll strap you down” he threatened and though Jack was usually on the gruffer side you couldn’t help but notice the edge in his voice, that being enough to make you finally lay back and let them wheel you through the doors without a word.

Ellis followed, pushing the gurney, as she rambled off numbers you didn’t understand to Jack as he started to peel away the strips of fabric you’d been using as a dressing from your shoulder making you wince.

“Go find Robby and get him over here now” he instructed Ellis without looking up at her “Take over whatever he’s doing if you have to just get him here got it?”

She left with little more than a nod.

“How’s he doing?”

The corner of his mouth ticked up at your question for a second, hands moving fast to try and stop the bleeding “not really the priority right now sweetheart”

“Well that doesn’t bode well” you hummed back lazily, letting your eyes rest for a second.

Jack jostled you by your chin suddenly, forcing your eyes back open and on him “absolutely not, you’re not allowed to shut your eyes till Robby’s here”

“Robby then nap”

He huffed at your response then went back to digging harshly into your shoulder “Robby then nap”

Forcing your eyes to stay open was harder than you thought it would be even with the sharp pain of Jack working on your shoulder, the loud murmur of the hospital in complete chaos around you, the distant sound of your name being called.

Forcing your vision to focus you realized there as a familiar looking doctor now hovering over you with wide eyes, your familiar looking doctor hovering over you, a panicked look on his face as he stared down at you.

“Hey”

He relaxed slightly at the sound of your voice, barely enough to be noticeable but it was better than nothing.

“You’re here” his voice cracked as he said it, a hand coming up to run soft fingers through your hair before you were interrupted by Jack’s small “got it” and a small ting ringing out as he dropped a small metal object into a metal tin.

Robby’s gaze hardened as he eyed the bullet Jack had just dug out of you, wordlessly taking over for his friend and yelling out your blood type without having to check with you first.

Dana descended on the scene as if she’d been waiting just feet away, hanging a bag of blood on the pole by your head before hovering over you in the spot Robby had just occupied “you were supposed to call me”

“Sorry I got a bit caught up” you responded with a lazy smile, faintly registering Dana’s hand tangling in your hair as she smiled down at you.

“I don’t forgive you yet”

You snorted at that, eyes starting to drift closed once again before you heard your name being called.

A vaguely familiar looking man appeared over Dana’s shoulder, introducing himself as a fellow reporter and talking just a bit too fast for you to keep up “you were there right? Did you see-“

He hadn’t even gotten the whole question out before Robby was yelling out Jack’s name through clenched teeth, the physician entering your field of vision swiftly to grab the reporter by the hood on his sweatshirt and yank him back from you roughly, everyone ignoring the chocking noise he made as he gagged on his own neckline.

“Jake” you remembered suddenly, calling out the name as your hand shot out to desperately grab for Dana, the only person within reach “is Jake okay?”

Robby never answered, stern frown locked into place as he stared down at your wound as he worked, leaving Dana to fill in the gaps “he’s fine don’t worry Jake’s fine”

“Good I sent him ahead in someone’s truck” you nodded weakly, relaxing back onto the gurney “wasn’t enough room for all three of us”

Robby scoffed from beside you, eyes never leaving your shoulder even as he spit out “there was enough room”

Neither the time nor the place you decided as you let it go for now, sharing a look with Dana but electing to stay quiet while Robby finished. The man himself not relaxing until he had tied off your last bandage, fingers hover over the wound a second longer than necessary before his eyes finally cut up to meet yours, the corners of them wet as he swallowed “it’s done, you’re okay”

And you knew he wasn’t talking to you when he said it but you nodded along anways, taking his hand in yours with a squeeze “I’m okay”

His other hand came up to cup your cheek, thumb grazing over the skin softly as his eyes danced back and forth between your own “you make me intubate you I’ll never forgive you”

You snorted at that as you sniffed, not realizing how close you had been to crying until you were trying to speak around the lump in your throat “just a nap I promise”

“I’m holding you to that” he whispered, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead, lingering there for a moment longer than necessary before straightening back up.

“I love you” the words spilled out of you before you could even think to regret them, finding that you didn’t mind if you hadn’t said them before, or if this was probably the worst time to say them, it didn’t make them any less true.

Robby responded without thought, grabbing your good hand to press a kiss to the back of it, whispering the words back into your skin before nodding to Dana, letting the woman wheel you away “I’ll see you in an hour okay”

“One hour” you repeated weakly, nodding as you relaxed further back into the gurney, falling fully asleep before you had even reached your destination.

You woke to find you’d been given your own room at some point, not all that surprised Robby had pulled some strings to get you tucked away from the chaos of the Pitt, not all that surprised to see the man himself knocked out in a chair beside your bed looking incredibly uncomfortable.

You needed to sit up and get a drink but knowing Robby needed the sleep you did so slowly, desperately trying to minimize the noise as much as possible. You barely got a few inches up off the mattress before you heard him come to with a loud breath.

Taking a mere second to catch his bearings, he was by your side quickly, helping you up with soft whispered easys.

“Thanks” you whispered back to him almost afraid to break the silence in the room as he arranged the pillows around you comfortably to sit. He was handing you a glass of water before you could ask, gently pushing your hair out of your face as you greedily drank, wordlessly grabbing the cup from you to set aside when you were done.

“How’s your shoulder any pain?”

You shook your head waving off the concern “I’m fine it’s manageable”

He eyed you skeptically but didn’t say anything in response, your first warning sign that something was up as he didn’t press, didn’t insist.

Reaching out you tangled your fingers into his, giving his hand a small squeeze, relieved to find he didn’t pull away as you did so. “You look tired”

He huffed at that, taking your entwined hands up to rest against his lips as he leaned on his elbow against the bed, watching you for a moment “I had a long day” Another deep breath, a shake of his head “I had a really long day”

A pause, an internal debate you could see written on his face, and a small sigh before he pushed ahead “seeing your broadcast really didn’t help”

You winced internally at the statement, already knowing where this conversation was going.

He must have been able to read your reaction on your face as he nodded, carefully taking your hand and untangling his fingers from it, setting it gently back on the mattress before harshly digging the palms of his hands into his eyes. “yeah I saw that”

“Robby I-“

“You ran towards the guy who had just been shot” he cut you off with a glare, leaning forward and resting his forearms on his knees.

“I wanted to stop the bleeding”

“You didn’t know where the shots were coming from, didn’t know where the shooter was first” Again he shut you down “You should’ve went for cover, should’ve gotten down, I feel like I shouldn’t have to explain that to you” His voice got louder and louder as he went on, refusing to make eye contact with you as he went.

“I couldn’t just let him bleed out”

“And look where that got you” his gaze was cutting, his tone harsh “he’s still dead and you’re here with a bullet hole in your shoulder”

“That’s not fair”

“I don’t care about fair” he took a pause, took a deep breath, maybe he realized he’d started yelling at you or maybe just realized if he pushed any further he’d start to break down, you weren’t sure which was true “I care that god forbid you’re ever in a situation like that again that I know I can trust you to at least try and keep yourself safe instead of running directly into the next bullet”

“That’s not even when I got hit” The defense sounded weak even to you but you couldn’t help it, couldn’t take him looking at you with such disappointment, such frustration.

“I don’t-“ He cut himself off, forced another deep breath, forced himself to calm back down before continuing “tell me then was is before or after you sent Jake ahead”

“Robby”

“Was it before or after you sent Jake ahead”

You stared back at him in silence, setting your jaw, knowing there was no getting out of the question, knowing that the answer would be easy enough to get from other sources anyways. “Before”

He swore loudly as he stood up suddenly, pacing the room at the foot of your bed anxiously as he ran an exasperated hand through his hair.

“There wasn’t room-“

“That’s bullshit and you know it” he cut you off with a glare “you had a bullet in your shoulder you could’ve squeezed in there easily so why the fuck weren’t you in the car when it left”

You stayed silent beneath his gaze, offering no defense.

“Y/N”

“There was a kid” you shouted back in frustration, practically exploding with the phrase before taking a page out of his book and pausing for a deep breath “there was a kid crying alone and I couldn’t leave him there”

“So you grab him and take him with you”

“Leah didn’t have time for that” you dropped your voice at that, both of you knowing it was true, neither of you particularly liking it “I couldn’t look Jake in the eye and ask him to risk his girlfriend’s life for a random kid”

“So you just decided to do it to me”

You were taken aback by that, those words hitting you harder than you had expected, you hadn’t considered it like that before “That’s not fair”

“There were no more ambulances” he shot back quickly, putting his hands on the end of your bed and leaning into them “the roads were shut down, no one could get through that very well could’ve ben your last chance to make it here and you just let it go”

You clenched your jaw but stayed silent as he made his way back to your bedside, bending down slightly to capture your gaze, keeping your eyes locked on his.

“You risked at best decreased functionality in your hand. And at worst? Infection, losing the entire arm, blood loss, getting hit again”

And you knew you should let him finish, let him get it out, let him unload. Instead you leaned forward and wrapped your arms around him.

Robby cut himself off immediately, his entire body freezing beneath your touch. He stayed like that for several seconds, his entire body tensing within your hold, long enough to make you start to doubt if you had just made everything worse, before he finally brought his arms up around you in response.

He robotically positioned them around you, steadily tightening their hold on you as he finally started to relax, softening further and further into the hug before he all but melted into you. One arm tightened almost uncomfortable around your waist while the other bunched up the back of your shirt into a fist as he buried his nose into the base of your neck, holding you as closely as possible, clearly afraid to let go.

“I thought-“ the words were thick as he whispered them into your skin.

“I know” you cooed softly, tightening your arms just as much around him “I’m so sorry Robby”

You stayed like that for long enough to grow uncomfortable, your back starting to ache at the awkward angle, but you didn’t dare move, not until he did, not until he was ready.

Slowly he sat up straighter. Hands snaking along your back and up to the nape of your neck to hold you in place, to keep you close, his face coming back just far enough to keep your noses from bumping.

“We’re going to have a fight later”

“I know” you nodded with a wet chuckle, refusing to let go of his sweatshirt long enough to wipe away the tears.

“I am so angry with you right now” his voice cracked halfway through the sentence.

“I love you”

The tips of his mouth ticked up at that, just barely but it was enough.

One of the hands that were at the nape of your neck moved to cup your cheek, wiping away the wetness from your skin for you “I am so fucking glad you’re okay”

You couldn’t help but laugh again at that, the sound ringing out tragic and broken but still a reprieve from the day, a single band that had been tightening around your chest loosening at it.

“me too”

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prentisssbxtch · 7 months ago

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An experience.

summary: the woman you slept with the night before, ends up being your boss.

relationship: wanda x fem!reader

warnings: swearing, hits to smut, lil make out, uhh i think that’s it? bad writing <3

this is my first time writing a fanfic so… bear with me

also not proofread !!

part 2

─── ⊱ ─── ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ ─── ⊰ ───

waking up confused and disoriented, i looked around my surroundings to see i was in my living room… naked.

i turned to see a naked woman’s back facing me as she lied passed out. i could see she had gorgeous red hair; which was going in every direction possible.

the color of her hair suddenly brought back memories or the night before:

the two of us stumbled through my apartment door before my back was pressed up against it. wanda’s lips never left mine as she gripped my waist, which definitely left bruises.

as her lips moved down towards my neck, i let out a soft moan, gripping her hair tightly between my fingers.

i let out a soft whimper as she nipped my neck. i could feel her lips turn up into a grin before i pulled her head back up to kiss me.

i suddenly snapped back to the present when i noticed the woman on my floor moving. wanda is her name, if i remember correctly.

i quickly pulled the blanket off her body to cover my own. i threw a pillow down to cover her ass, giving her at least some decency.

i wrapped the blanket around my body before standing as wanda began to full awaken.

i moved to stand behind my couch as i watch wanda wake up. she turned her head towards me after a moment of silence.

she has gorgeous eyes

“hey, um i have to be somewhere really soon, so if you wouldn’t mind, uh, leaving… that’d be great,” i said awkwardly, trying to avoid small talk.

“what don’t wanna go for round two?” was her only response, with the most cockiest smirk i’d ever seen.

i felt my eyes widen before quickly recovering, “as great as that sounds, i have somewhere to be. so i’m gonna go to my bathroom and take a shower, and when i come back, you’re going to be gone. okay?” i said as i slowly started backing away towards the bathroom.

she gave a small sigh before standing, completely nude. i quickly turned to give her privacy after being caught off guard.

“uh it was great meeting you…” i paused not wanting to get her name wrong.

“wanda” she said, filling in the blank, while she picked up her belongings.

“wanda,” i said repeating after her as i slowly turned to look back at her. “well, bye.”

was my final response as i turned to leave to the bathroom, again.

——

after my… eventful morning, i quickly rushed through my shower before putting on work appropriate clothes.

i was starting an internship at a law firm here in new york. it was one of the biggest companies in the city, Maximoff Industries.

the fancy name already had my scared, but the fact of a whole new building, which could make or break my career… i felt as if i could throw up at any moment.

i was luckily able to grab a taxi, before having a small panic attack in the car. i put my headphones in, turning on music to hopefully calm my nerves.

it didn’t.

as the taxi pulled up outside the building, i felt as if i was shitting bricks.

i turned to pay the driver before quickly exiting the car.

i slowly walked towards the building, trying to even my breathing as i neared the main entrance.

the second i walked through the door, i was greeted by marble floors with a gorgeous chandelier.

i walked to the front dest asking where to go. she told me all the interns were to go to the 5th floor, where we would meet Ms. Maximoff, the owner of the building.

i nodded my head before saying a quiet thank you. i moved towards the elevator, quickly pressing the button calling it to my floor.

once the doors opened i stepped in, pressing the button for the fifth floor before leaning against the back wall.

suddenly i began to realize i had no idea what any of the maximoffs looked like. they had a very house hold name, everyone knew of who they are. i thought of googling the name before realizing it was pretty pointless. i would be seeing her in person in just a few minutes.

as the elevator dinged, alerting me of my arrival to the fifth floor, i felt my anxiety suddenly jump even higher than before.

which i didn’t think was possible, but clearly it was.

i stepped out as i politely smiled at the people getting in. i saw another front desk for the floor, quickly making my way towards the woman sitting there. she quickly directed me towards a room off to the left, which already had several people sitting around it. i gave a small thank you before walking to the area.

i looked for an open seat before quickly sitting. as time passed more people began to walk into the room. once the clock on the wall turned to 2:30, two people walked into the room.

the first, a tall man with blond hair, slightly blocking the person behind them.

the person being him stepped to stand beside him, i cast a glance to the woman who stepped out. only for my jaw to drop once i realized who it was.

the woman from this morning. wanda.

the man cleared her throat, regaining my attention, “this will be the internship that could potentially make or break your future. you have all been picked on how well you did in school. do not think because you are here, you’re safe of future problems. we will not hesitate to let you go, if we see fit.”

i turned my attention back to the woman standing next to the man, seeing her already looking at me. i could tell from her expression, she too was surprised by my presence. within a blink, she looked completely neutral.

this was definitely going to be an experience.

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thank you for reading🫶🏻

part two

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mrseddisonwatts · 19 days ago

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Hi!!! I absolutely ADORE how you write the Breaker Box Boys??? They're my favorite characters from DE and I'm so happy someone's out there making such good content for them,,, Thank you for all your hard work!

Could I request an Eddie x Reader x Volt oneshot where the Reader has kind of like. Chronic fatigue and enjoys taking naps a lot, and they team up with Volt to get Eddie to rest and take a break? I need that man to have a good snooze,,, If Volt ALSO naps, that'd be heaven. Thank you so much for the chance! I hope you have a good one.

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Sleepy!Reader & Volt working together to make Eddie nap with them

A/N: oml as someone with chronic fatigue I LOVE this request!!! sleep and cuddles with eddie would fix me :,( also idk if this is really a one-shot but wtv there’s plot

My Masterlist! (NEW!!)

Warnings: none? cuddling and non-sexual physical contact. post-realization, so possible spoilers!

They would both be very good with a fatigued reader; always having a comfy spot for you to rest while they work on things.

Eddie will bring some pillows and a blanket into every house they work on; making you a nice quiet corner to hang out in while he works on repairs

Volt is very good with making sure you stay in bed when you’re too tired, though; tucking you back in after he makes sure you eat something. He’ll also hound Eddie if he doesn’t immediately come to give you a “goodnight kiss” (it could be literally 7am, he’s very strict on having that kind of routine)

Volt, bless him, has never felt fatigue in his life; he’s a very good sleeper, and Eddie has never let him overwork himself.

So when he realizes Eddie is showing some of the same symptoms you do, he starts trying to make him stay in bed too… It doesn’t work.

Part of Volt’s problem is that Eddie always wakes up first; he has the coffee machine on a timer, and the second he smells it, he’s dragging himself out to get some.

So Volt accepts that isn’t going to happen… and makes a new plan!

You tend to have a nap in the afternoon or evening on your shared couch, which Volt realizes is his opportunity. It’s usually when the three of you are watching tv, and Volt knows first hand just how relaxing it is to have you in his arms!

So his plan takes form; getting you to rest on Eddie.

It’s easy to get you on board, so you start small; leaning against his arm as you doze off. A few days later you start resting your head in his lap, and Eddie begins to break.

“Don’t you normally hold them when they sleep? why are they being so…” Eddie yawns, gently massaging your scalp in an effort to keep himself awake.

“Maybe they prefer your lap; they do look very comfortable.”

Eventually, after a couple weeks of this, you do lull Eddie to sleep.

…and then you do it again…and again…

He does eventually realize what you and Volt had done, but he also notices he craves his afternoon coffee less and less. So, begrudgingly, he doesn’t bring it up; he doesn’t want it to stop.

Once he’s into the routine, Eddie begins holding his arms open for you to join him when you move to the couch.

Volt, seeing the difference in Eddie, does eventually start joining the both of you.

So your routine expands; you in Eddie’s arms, curled around him, and Volt weaseled around you both; one arm under Eddie’s head, the other halfway up your shirt so he can feel the warmth of your skin.

Although Volt doesn’t show much of a change day-to-day, he’s the one starts whining if the three of you are late to your “pre-dinner nap”.

If you all sleep a little too long? Delivery it is!

…Sometimes Volt intentionally makes you oversleep so you can order pizza- WHO SAID THAT :0

A/N: I have a few requests on the go, so I should hopefully post some more this weekend! If not, early next week :) I’ve been busy with school (and playing LaDS 🫣) but I am still writing!! rest assured.

#date everything x reader #date everything x you #date everything volt #eddie and volt #eddie date everything #eddie x reader x volt #eddie x volt x reader #eddie x reader #volt x reader #eddison watts #eddie watts x reader #eddie and volt x reader #eddie watts

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wind down | l.mk

🎧 all mine . brent faiyaz

☆ mark x reader

⋆ 18+ mdni!

⋆ word count! 1.5k

⋆ request? ✓

oneshot, nonidol!mark, afab!reader, bf!mark, softdom!mark, sub! reader, unprotected sex, a bit of dirty talk, praise, brief cumplay, mark is so so good to reader :(, creampie, fluff, use of pet names (baby), porn no plot...

synopsis. both you and your boyfriend had a long day at work, so you decide to wind down together..

likes, reblogs, comments are appreciated!!

author note: i’ve been wanting to write for mark since foreverrrr!! finally here 🥹🙏 i tried to incorporate fluff and smut as per the request—im not sure how i feel about it but hopefully you like it anon, thank u for requesting<3

i apologize if there is any mistakes, this isn't proof read and english isn't my first language. enjoy!! ><

The door shut with a soft thud, the only sound indicating that Mark was back from work. It was already the late evening, his schedules having run a bit later than anticipated. He was tired, you were tired—both of you were tired after an exhausting work day.

You peaked up from the couch, watching him silently as he took off his shoes and dropped his work bag somewhere. You could see the tiredness etched on his face, the tension in his shoulders—and honestly, he looked as good as ever even like this.

He notices you staring and offers you a small smile, walking up to you and taking the space next to you on the couch. He sighs and pulls you in his lap without a word, burying his face in the crook of your neck and inhaling deeply.

You smile softly to yourself and play with his hair as he holds you close—basking in the quiet intimacy of the moment. Evenings like this were common between you and Mark—nights where both of you were too tired to do anything, just wanting the comfort of each other presence.

You stay like that for a while—at one point you even think he fell asleep, his breathing steady against your neck and his limbs unmoving if it wasn’t for his tightening grip around your waist. He mumbles something against your neck, his lips brushing your delicate skin though you can’t quite hear what he said.

“Hmm?” you pull back just slightly, gently cupping his face in your hands, “What was that, baby?” you ask him, voice just above a whisper.

He leans into your touch, a small tired smile on his lips as he mumbles again, “I missed you.”

You smile and brush a stray strand of hair from his forehead, “Mmm, I missed you too.”

He sighs and his hands start to wander up and down your sides soothingly, “You’re so pretty, (Y/N)..”

“I look horrible, Mark.” you laugh, knowing your appearance was a bit disheveled from the long day you just had.

He hums absentmindedly, hands coming to find your face and pulling you in for a sweet kiss. “Still pretty.”

You sigh, letting him have his way before pressing your lips against his once more.

Your lips move against each other, soft and lazy at first before slowly growing more passionate by the second.

His hands run through your hair before cupping your face and pulling you closer, deepening the kiss. He pushes his tongue in between your lips, a satisfied moan leaving him as your tongues meddle with each other.

As the kiss deepens, his hands start to wander as well, finding solace on your waist in a possessive grip—pulling you impossibly closer. He breaks the kiss to trail open-mouthed kisses down your neck, and you can feel his hardening erection pressing against you as the intensity of the moment escalates.

His hips buck a bit, grinding his hardening length against you, a low moan escaping his throat. His hands slide down to your ass, gripping you tightly.

His kisses become more heated, more desperate—all the pent up stress from his day coming out with his rushed movements and you bite your lip at his eagerness.

He bites down gently on your neck, sucking a bit to leave a hickey—his hands squeezing your ass. He's so hard now that it's uncomfortable, and he knows he needs to be inside you soon.

Without breaking the kiss, he stands up suddenly, ignoring the ache in his calves from the intense hours spent in rehearsal—carrying you with him.

Mark drops you onto the bed, careful not to hurt you. His eyes are dark with lust and frustration from his long day as he climbs over you. "I need you, baby, please." He whispers, his breath hot against your ear.

"You have me, Markie." you whisper back, hand caressing his cheek and that's all he needs—

He gently pushes your legs apart, and quickly makes work of his pants, freeing his thick, hard length.

His tongue darts out to wet his lips as he watches you removing your sleep shorts and panties, revealing your bare pussy. He groans a bit at the sight of you spread out before him, so ready and waiting for his cock.

"Fuck, baby, so wet already," he rasps, voice thick with need as he brings a hand to your core, running a finger down your folds and pushing his thumb in your aching hole—before pulling back and bringing his thumb to your lips, smearing your arousal on your bottom lip. "Open,"

You do—letting him push his digit in your mouth and swirling your tongue around it just like you know he wants. He groans, both satisfied and aroused at the sight.

He pulls his hand away and replaces his finger with his tongue. "I need you now, baby, I can't wait.." he whispers against your lips.

And you know you can't resist your boyfriend—not when he's whispering those filthy words so sweetly against your skin. Not that you'd deny him any way.

"I want you," you assure him, fingers playing with his hair.

Mark pulls back, gripping himself tightly, giving his cock a few hard strokes before positioning himself at your entrance.

"I love you" he whispers softly, barely audible before pushing inside you in one swift motion—his thick length filling you completely. He lets out a low moan, his head falling back as he savors the feeling of being inside you again.

He starts moving his hips immediately, thrusting into you with hard slow strokes. "Fuck, I missed this pussy,"

You whine a bit and clench involuntarily at his dirty words.

Mark starts slow at first, giving long, hard thrusts that hit deep inside you. But as his arousal grows, his patience runs thin. He picks up the pace slamming into you faster and harder. His balls slapping against your ass with each thrust—nasty sounds filling the room.

"Fuck, baby, so good," he rasps, "missed this, missed you." He leans down to capture your lips into a deep, searing kiss.

You moan against his mouth, doing your best to kiss him back as he continues his unrelentless thrusts. "M-missed you t-too— Fuck, Mark—!"

He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer as he thrusts into you mercilessly. He buries his face in your chest, muffling his loud groans. He's so close already, the stress and tension from his day making him feel like he might explode any second.

Despite his own impending release, he manages to slow down his pace momentarily, focusing on hitting that spot inside you that drives you wild. His fingers dig into your hips as he grinds against you, desperately trying to make you cum before he loses control.

You let out a breathless moan, back arching as he hits your sweet spot just right.

He feels you clench around him as he hits that perfect spot inside you over and over again—one of his hand coming down to rub your clit in firm circles, knowing exactly how to touch you to get you there. His own cock twitches inside you as he feels your orgasm approaching.

After a few more thrusts and the extra attention to your clit you throw your head back and moan loudly as you reach your climax—your pussy tightening around him like a vice.

A low moan leaves his lips at the feel of your walls clamping around his length and starts fucking into you again, hips snapping to yours with no restraint, chasing his own orgasm.

His thrust become desperate and erratic—burying himself to the hilt inside you. "Fuck, gonna c-cum, baby—"

He buries his face in your neck as he finally reaches his peak with one hard, final thrust. His cock pulses inside you, shooting hot ropes of cum deep in your overstimulated pussy.

He keeps thrusting through his orgasm—your body shuttering, hands clenching the sheets tightly as he draws out every last drop. "Fuck.. fuck.." he pants heavily against your shoulder.

Then he pulls back to look at you, a lazy, satisfied smirk on his lips. He remains buried deep inside you, feeling his cock twitch with the aftershocks of his orgasm.

He brushes a strand of hair away from your face, "Are you okay, baby?" he asks softly.

You offer him a hum and a small nod—a small, tired smile of your own playing on your lips.

He leans down to kiss your forehead softly, cock still buried inside you. He knows you must be exhausted, so he doesn't move too much, giving you time to recover.

After a moment, he pulls out slowly, feeling his cum leak out of you but he doesn't care—he lets his body weight slowly settle on top of yours, mindful not to crush you as he nuzzles his face in your neck and presses a soft kiss to your collarbone.

His voice is low and gentle as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear, praising you and the way you make him feel. "So good, baby, so perfect, just for me." He mumbles against you. "Mmm, love you so much.."

asks are always open for anything! ♡

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venmondiese · 24 days ago

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SELF-INDULGENT

𓂃 ࣪₊ ⊹ SERIES MASTERLIST ━ CHAPTER II

-ˋˏ| summary: When forced to share more time with his wife, Aemond can only start to slowly lose his mind. He is only a man after all, and he feels like a chained beast in his own marriage.

✧ | Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x wife!Original Female Character

✧ | word count: 3.3k

✧ | Warnings: MDNI 18+, masturbation (m), aemond being a perv part two, idk if this counts as dubcon?*, aemond is bad about his complex feelings about his wife.

✧ | notes: tentative second part of unwanted desires. if this works out, it will be hopefully a series! aemond’s wife is refered to lady corbray, but again, no physical description !!

*= (spoiler: he jerks off while she is asleep)

“DO YOU WISH TO JOIN MY MORNING PRAYER?” His wife's tone is soft. He knows his sweet Lady Corbray prays before eating, and before bed.

He nods softly, as he sits on the small table in the balcony, where they often eat together, breaking their fast, supper or even having a treat.

He holds his hands together and bows his head softly as he hears her soft prayer.

She wears a white dress, with gold details. Her head is slightly covered by a white fabric and the small circlet she wears to keep it there. He thinks she looks beautiful, his lady wife.

They often eat in silence, sometimes speaking softly. She ate with ease, a bit gracefully. She was careful not to stain her dress, it would cost a fortune to clean a dirty spot.

“What are your plans for today?” He asks, leaning back as he drinks his watered wine.

“Mhmmm…. I have to meet a new lady in waiting” Lady Corbray tells him, as she applies a bit of marmalade in her bread. “So it will keep me busy most of the day, your mother didn’t tell me who she was so…”

He hums, nodding in agreement. She always dresses nicely, and wearing all white only shows her station in the court. It prides him.

“Good.” He says watching the courtyard and far from the Keep’s walls. “I suppose we won’t see each other all day. Until tomorrow”

Aemond takes pride in knowing how to read his lady’s actions. Her expression is… slightly disappointed. Perhaps she hoped to see him tonight, to sleep together.

“Does that not sit right with you?”

“I was hoping to see you sooner than… tomorrow” she keeps on applying the marmalade as they speak.

“Sooner? Perhaps we could see each other at noon” he says simply. “I will take Vhagar for a ride today”

“Will you let me meet her one day?”

“I am afraid that the height from the flight will… make you swoon”

He would like that, her swooning from the heights. He thinks it’s likely she does not seem like the type to be fond of seeing a dragon so openly.

Lady Corbray frowns, as if disgusted by the idea. “I do not swoon. Did you know that my room was in the highest tower? I can tolerate a bit of high heights”

He hums, his lips pressed together. Now it is her who can see his disappointed face.

“I’ll see when it’s time”

That seems to be his answer for everything. When she wanted to commision a portrait for themselves, when she wanted to go on a horse ride to Kingswood, when she wanted to ride Vhagar, when she wanted to share a bath…. When she wanted him to take her maidenhead.

He sighs as he drinks more of his tea.

His day was mostly busy, his thoughts sometimes drifted to his lady wife. Even if he had never said it outloud, he was fond of her, and glad to have someone with reason, since he had expected someone more spoiled. But his lady Corbray was a good addition to his life, yet he still prefers to have her from afar.

It was almost sunset when Aemond walks past the servants in the hallway, as he comes back after a ride with Vhagar. It gives him a small break from all his duties and worries, in the skies was only his dragoness and himself.

He doesn’t understand all the fuss that there is around his chambers, seeing some maids moving some things, books, chests… until he hears his mother’s voice.

“Mother” Aemond greets her, watching how she was directing the servants with the heavy chest they carry.

“Aemond” Alicent says simply, walking closer to greet him with two kisses on his cheeks, in a regal way.

“What are you exactly doing in my chambers?” He asks, as he sees how the servants are leaving the chests on the floor.

“Your wife will need a place to keep her things for a while”

He blinks for a few moments, looking around.

“What for? her chambers are down the hall”

“The wood in her ceiling was rather rotten. It felt and it made her room all rusty and colder.” his mother says simply. “I told her we will move some of her furniture, and your chambers will be safer”

Aemond feels it’s a bit of a shitty excuse, but not out of the logical grounds. “Hm. And where will she sleep?”

“She hasn’t decided” his mother says simply.

“Bring her here, then” he says, rolling her eyes as he walks to take off his signet ring, leaving it on his dresser. “If she cannot handle a bit of… missing wood in her chambers”

”She does not seem troubled by that fact” His mother says, her hands gripping each other as she looks around his chambers. “Maybe by the fact that your marriage hasn't been consummated”

Aemond pressed his lips together, as he tried not to roll his eyes. Now it seems it was everyone’s business his marital bed. It was already suspicious to the court that he decided not to go forward with the bedding ceremony, and now rumours had reached his mother that he had not taken his wife out of her maiden state.

“Let her sleep here, then” Aemond says then, moving to take off his coat, a bit wet from the flight still. “Where is she? I believe she was with her new lady-in-waiting, has she been notified by the… disaster in her chambers?”

“She has” Queen Alicent nods.

“And how come a princess gets a rotten chamber?”

”It is not rotten, Aemond. As the room was unused for many years, the maids do not seek the wood to clean it, unless there is a spider web”

“Still. My wife deserves a proper chamber. She is a princess now, and she must have the very best luxuries that her station deserves”

“She deserves a babe in her womb” his mother answers him simply “That will ensure her station and the life you so say she deserves” she says simply “If you want court to treat her properly, so must you”

Aemond does not comment further on that.

He lets maids change him into his night clothes, as he remains the eyepatch on his eye. Doesn’t want her to look at his missing eye.

Some days, he is prideful of his missing eye; it’s what he has endured, what he had to overcome to be himself, a dragonlord, a prince.

Other days aren’t so fulfilling. He uses an eyepatch not to scare ladies, not to make them stare at him trying to come to terms with his lost eye. He doesn’t want the pity that comes with it, and he doesn’t want Lady Corbray to look at him like that. To do the same.

It is late when she arrives, quietly and trying not to bother him much.

“Husband” she greets him softly. “I apologise. For coming late and… having… making… for this situation.” She stutters, searching for the right words.

“Not your fault, wife” Aemond answers simply, laying in bed with a book in his hands.

“Yes, I do know, but still I wish not to make haste with it.” The maids undo her dress, take off the headwear and comb her hair as she speaks, remaining still. “To… bother you”

“You’re my wife. You cannot possibly do that” he says simply, turning over a page.

Aemond does not notice how his wife raises her eyebrows, as if not believing him at all as she gets prepared for bed. He can hear the way the maids undo her dress, probably carefully taking off her clothes and taking it away. He notices that his wife is used to it, being taken care of, like a little doll.

“You have to know that I rise early. I do not leave the candles on at night, but I do leave the fireplace warm.” he says simply. “You could stay in bed as long as you want by the morrow”

His wife looks at him with curious eyes, as the maids finish their job. She wears stockings covering the feet, and the length is slightly above the knee.

He waits for her to finish praying, kneeling beside the bed as her hands are clasped together, murmuring lowly as her eyes are closed. She seems peaceful, and fully connected to her prayer.

He observes her, as she takes a moment. And once she finishes, his gaze turns back to the book.

“Your chambers are a bit cold” she says, as she walks over the bed, as if it was her own space. “And your bedding is cold as well, I use more wool like blankets”

“Hm” he says, as his eye runs over the page of the book, yet he didn’t read a thing. He read the same word time and time again, not concentrating at all. He sees how she grabs one of his small pillows, more of decoration than of practicality.

“And… you have pillow covers made from silk? I wear silk for my dresses” she says, checking the fabric “It is very expensive, and here it is... how funny” she says thoughtfully, trying to make lightheaded conversations.

“Just because we share a chamber for now doesn’t mean we have to speak.” He says sharply, looking at her as she freezes with the pillow in her hands. Her cheeks are rosy now, from embarrassment.

In truth, he does not know how to speak with his wife. She enjoys things he cannot understand the reason behind. Perhaps it was how she was raised, she has told him how little of Westeros she actually knew, barely the domain of her House, the Eyrie, and King’s Landing. Barely.

He knows many places, for being a prince and visiting lordly houses. Vhagar can take him wherever he wants, whenever he wants. His wife is afraid of horses, and gets sick in carriages. She likes heights, embroidery and chatter.

And Aemond cannot understand it.

“Didn’t mean to be… hostile. Just don’t force it”

“Okay” she says softly, looking at the pillow in her hands.

“I’ll make sure to buy more fabric for your dresses” he adds, turning over the page. “The seamstress will come next week to fix some of Jaehaera’s dresses” he adds. “I’ll make sure she has time for you”

“Thank you” she says simply.

She accommodates on the bed, her face turned to his side. Perhaps she deems it rude to give him her back, but he disagrees with it. He would rather that she does not face him, so he can take off his eyepatch.

Aemond doesn’t like underestimating his wife. He knows well that Lady Corbray is surprising, far from what he knows of her. But he doesn’t like to frighten ladies with the sight of his scarred eye.

Perhaps she won’t finch, she won’t care to see it. But sleeping with it was a different thing. His eye did not close fully with his other eyelid, but remained mainly open, as it was empty of an eye. And he thinks it would frighten her. So, he decides not to take off his eyepatch.

“Goodnight” he says simply, as he blows off the candles by his bedside. The fireplace cracks slightly, the warmth not leaving the room. She said it was cold, he does not think so.

“Good night, husband” she says, closing her eyes. She does not question how he still uses an eyepatch, he doesn’t know if she notices.

Lady Corbray has a facility to sleep rather quickly, he notices, while he struggles a bit more. Unless he was exhausted, after a day full of fulfilled duties, he had trouble sleeping as quickly as her.

He wasn't blind, or a fool. Even if he claimed he was much more above the base instincts of carnal desires, he knew that, deep in him, he was not. Not at all over the lust and greed. He truly wasn't immune to have a woman in his bed.

Not only a woman, but his lady wife. His lady Corbray, so special to him. He tries to be good with her, but being married is a difficult thing he does not decipher. He is not used to the warmth that she could bring.

She is a bit curled up, as she remains asleep. He isn’t sure how much time passes, perhaps it was close to the hour of the owl. She has been asleep for quite a while now, and he notices by the way her breathing is steady and relaxed.

As his one eye watches over her, he thinks of it again. He was not above the temptation of having a woman in his bed.

He truly was not.

So when he feels that growing tightness within his breeches, he tries to take those thoughts, those feelings, that lust away. Yet he can not.

He wishes she could be closer to him. He wishes to hold her in his arms when they sleep in bed. He had embraced her, at the beginning, but she always got stiff and didn’t seem to be used to it. Aemond tried not to be cruel, and so he stopped. It was odd for him too, with hopes to warm up, and make her used to his touch. But he wasn’t cruel, and he wouldn’t do it if she doesn’t seem to like it

If she got stiff with a hug, he didn’t want to imagine when they consummated their marriage.

He turns to watch her, sleeping and her heavy breath that didn’t quite fit like snores. He sighs as his gaze wanders to her collarbone, how her nightgown was so loose in certain parts. He really cannot help the tightening in his breeches.

Aemond moves slightly, as if trying to move away his filthiness from her. His hand drifted down to his aching cock, sighing harshly almost in unison with his lady wife next to him. It was dangerous, he thinks, as he fixed his erection inside his cotton pants.

It throbs, almost burning as if reminding him of his shameful desire.

Yet it is not enough to keep him still, he stands up, his feet paddling in the cold floor, as he reaches the water ewen and the washbasin. He had asked the maids to leave it there, just in case Lady Corbray had night habits he was not aware of. But for now, he might give it another use.

He undoes his breeches as quickly as he can, his rigid posture gone as he supports his body with his hand on the cabinet, as he leans forward slightly. As he fishes out his cock, sighing as he takes it on his left hand.

“Gods forgive me…” he mutters, as he feels his cock stir in his hand, before he starts stroking himself slowly. Aemond bites his lower lip, trying not to make a single sound, as he was afraid his wife would wake up and notice his doings.

He closes his eye for a moment as he starts stroking himself faster, his cock was rigid and leaking already. He knew he had to be careful… but he did not care. His desire for her, as dark as it is, was rooted deep inside him. It could not be stopped, Aemond knew.

Caressing the tip of his cock always made his eye roll back, and he does it fervently trying to cum quickly. He didn’t want to take long like other times, where he would tease himself and keep himself on edge on purpose, just because it excited him. Now, with her here…

She was here, his mind reminds him. Aemond moves his head a little, just to see her sleeping form on his bed, deep in sleep, not aware of his doings. It felt shameful, he knows he’ll feel horrible for it the next day.

But with his mind filled with pleasure, he leaves the worry for tomorrow. He does not want to worry himself now, for he had the whole day ahead full of it.

His hand grips the edge of the table, trying not to throw the washbasin by mistake. His teeth grit together, as his hips move slightly, trying to catch that slow yet lazy rhythm that he has grown to like. He could feel the pressure on his balls, tightening up as his pleasure became clearer and intense.

Aemond turns to watch her, just for a second, to indulge himself. It was wrong, to have his peak while she remains oblivious, but the perverse thrill makes him curse.

“Fuck, fuck…” he groans, as it is almost embarassing to be that quick to cum at seven and twenty. He’s not a green boy anymore, yet he has been so deprived from his desires that almost everything and anything she does, drives him mad with lust.

He imagines burying his face between her legs, of showing her the pleasure she does not know she was missing. He had witnessed some of the bedding ceremonies, and it was always painfully stiff. More so with a public, watching it closely, as they do with tourneys. Not wanting her to experience the same, he waited. And waited. And keeps on waiting.

He wonders how she’ll taste. He wonders how her cunt would feel around his cock, and the sounds she’ll make as she orgasms. He has never been over the moon with maidens, taking them for inexperienced, immature and foolish girls, but with his wife… it was different. She was all that, but he could bear it.

Aemond can see the wedding ring in his finger, he never takes it off. You use the same one, though sometimes he can see when you do not wear it. He can see it when he strokes his cock, pumping it as his teeth grip on his lower lip and his breath becomes heavier, trying to swallow any moan or groan that could escape his lip, only the occasional sigh of pleasure.

As he cums, he grips on the edge of the washbasin, his knuckles white and hand hurting from the force of it. He rolls his eye trying not to let a groan out from the delicious feeling of cumming. His body is tense, his back stiff as his hips buckling into his fist, as he cums all over his stomach and even smears some of his shirt.

The feeling of drunkenness makes him insane. He slumps back against the back of the chair, his chest heaving. He closes his eye, knowing well that in just a second he’ll have to clean himself, and go back to sleep as if nothing happened. Just always.

Pretending he does not care. Pretending she does not affect him at all, that she does nothing to him, and that she’s no more than a nuisance. It’s not like he wants to treat her like that, but he knows his pervert desires will do her no good, that his wishes borderline the inappropriate, and it makes him feel rotten inside, not having any other way to cope with it.

As he cleans the remnants of his seed with a damp towel, tucking himself in his breeches, he also indulges on it. He likes, deep down, the taboo, rejecting her advances while fantasizing about her. It made him feel conflicted about his own marriage.

He takes a moment to compose himself, walking towards the bed quietly, sliding on his own side. Even if they share a bed, they are so far from each other.

Aemond felt mixed feelings. Her husband, with such horrid desires about her. He craved for her, to hold her, and devour her. He feels flawed, and he only wishes to get away from himself.

Yet he still indulges in his desires. Maybe one day, he´ll tell her. He turns around, giving her his back, as if that would make a bigger gap between them, as if that could help him, at least for now.

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miyaz6ki · 5 months ago

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i might let you make me juno ✰

synopsis. literally the title, each are just small drabbles though :)! 1 kink i think they would have, as well as something they'd dislike(?), idrk what I'll put since I make these before I write 😭

the blade has spoken. i forgot to post yesterday :sob: rb for pt 2 ORR FOR MORE OF MY SUPER DUPER SICK CONTENT!!

pairings. albedo, alhaitham, capitano, childe, wriothesley, diluc, neuvillette

warnings. NSFW, mdni please!! sex :pensive:, although some are fluffier than others!, lwk hatefucking in alhaitham's (academic rivals to lovers), corruption kink (capitano's), vision play w diluc (not rly my main point), cockwarming,

albedo, who already has you placed right in front of him, legs spread as he kneels before you. although he glanced at the beauty in front of him, his eyes would tell a million words, the ones he couldn't speak. in general, whatever you were into, so was he.

the alchemist, delving his tongue into real delicacy for the first time, had himself on a chokehold, every now and then gazing back up to the figure he loved the most, pleasured by what he was doing. fuck he loved you so much. the taste had him hypnotized, he could probably do this forever.

every minute that passed, he felt himself falling in love over and over again. holding your thighs closer to the sides of his face, he could feel how much pleasure he gave.

alhaitham, who has you pinned to the wall, your chest pressed up against the surface. he held both your wrists in one of his hands, and the other on the left side of your waist. rocking his hips into yours, archons he was so fucking in love with the way you clenched against his member.

as much as he hates you, or says he does, it's really the opposite. he's never met anyone who could get him as mad as he is right now, not anyone could piss him off. he loved it so damn much.

he loved watching your eyes roll back in pleasure, no one else could get him boiling, but no one could ever be this deep inside you like he does, right? he better be. or he'll spend the next nights trying to prove himself right to you. so at least for once he'll win.

capitano loved to absolutely break you. corrupt you. he wanted to make sure you were indefinitely all his. and no one else's. he loved seeing those cute little tears of yours roll down your cheeks, whining about how you can't take it when both of you know you can!

you're all his, right? hopefully, and rightfully so, because no one as big as him would ever please your little hole now. but he supposes that something should make up for the pain you feel whenever he enters, it should be the pleasure, and somewhat comfort he can attempt to give.

so he lets you pick whatever position you wanted, and honestly, his favorite while letting you choose was whatever position he could see you the most in. especially when it includes your pretty little face. he wants to see how good he makes you feel <3

he always has his hands on you it feels so dirty. but childe has no excuse for himself, his only purpose is to make sure others know how to fuck off from what's only supposed to be his, it's not your fault, nor his, but he just has the indefinite need to show you off. whether it'd be how the marks all over your collarbone would be the prettiest!

he knows it hurts, but for now, just endure it, and he'll make sure to take care of it later. he makes sure to kiss it all away anyway, no matter how deep inside he might be, you're his reason to fight, his reason to live and come back home for another day with you.

oh well, he dreams of starting a nice little family with you. coming home to you and your two.. maybe three children? you'll both figure it out later. after he finishes inside you, his rough hands, which bruised your hips with small, little crescents ingrained into your skin. oh he's already planning the names!

wriothesley is generally turned on by any position he could see you in. similarly to capitano, but the thing is... he much prefers seeing how his cock imprints itself in your stomach.

sure your expressions are pretty cute, but nothing better than seeing you throw your head back, trying to ride his big member when you know you need help from him! all you have to do is say please...

if you didn't, he'd simply watch the show. watch you trying to take him all at once, and only hurting yourself more by trying to take what you can't (without his assistance). and in which he simply.. takes control himself, and helps you slowly sink onto his shaft instead. of course whole holding your hand!

diluc who uses his vision to his advantage, his hands already over your chest, as the temperature of his palm rises slowly, while letting you cockwarm him.

whether it's while he's writing, and signing away paperwork for the wine business, and his other hand over one of your nipples, or if all his attention is focused on you, watching how you react with a VIP seat, which would be taken literally as you sat on his dick.

a teasing touch from one of his fingers would rub against the spot where his cock was snug inside you, infused with a bit of warmth with the help of his vision.

neuvillette who's instincts get to him, as he watches your reaction through the pristine, crystal mirror in front of you both. it was a gift from his daughter figure—furina.

dear archons, please do forgive him for using her gift in such a.. filthy way, but nothing gets him going like seeing you stare at yourself be pleasured so well by none other than himself. his head fitting in the crook of your neck as he only turns himself on more, only reaching even deeper with his shaft inside you.

and wow he couldn't even wait for the main course tonight, for someone who's very knowledgeable on the taste of water from every region—he much preferred whatever substances you could make.

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springismss · 3 months ago

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ᱬ⛧ dirty business ~ i. midoriya

sum: you've been hired at a famous business company and you're meeting your new boss. on the way your thoughts turn to the usual 'they're going to be ugly or hairy' or 'they're going to try and bribe me' because of all your previous bosses. turns out you couldn't be more wrong.

pairing: boss! izuku midoriya x worker! female reader

content: 18+ - mdni. p in v, reader gets called princess/sweetheart, dirty talk, cum dripping/creampied, general NSFW content.

a/n: another request from my wattpad days - featuring everyone's favourite green-haired pro. yet another work that's been rotting away on my drafts because i haven't had time to edit things lately. enjoy! as always, likes, comments and re-blogs are deeply appreciated!

word count: 1.9k

links: bnha/mha masterlist | masterlist

Titling your head back to look up at the overly bright fluorescent lights, you let a small sigh pass your lips as you wished to be anywhere other than where you were. Yet, by no fault of your own, here you were questioning if this was really worth it.

Closing your eyes, you imagined yourself on a beach, the warmth of the sun kissing your skin as the sound of the ocean moving lulled you into a sense of calm and tranquillity. After a few minutes, you opened your eyes again and moved your head down, glancing around the space you were in.

Every part of you wished this would be over within a matter of minutes, but deep down, you knew that was a lie. It could probably take a good hour or so. Today was the first day of your new job, and you had the pleasure of meeting your new boss before being shown around the workplace.

Truth be told, you didn't want to do this, not again. You had bad experiences with things like this, especially with the bosses of your old jobs.

They'd be your cliché old seedy guys who didn't know when no meant no and certainly didn't care about you or what you felt, as long as they could have their fill of your young body in any way they wanted. Hopefully, this time, that wouldn't be the case and you'd get to stay at a job for longer than a few months. "Miss (y/n)? Mr Midoriya is ready to see you now".

The sound of your name made you blink before turning to the source of the sound, offering a small smile to the other young woman who was standing there as you stood, brushing yourself down before walking forward, bowing your head at the receptionist as you walked past her.

Turning the corner like you were instructed to, you made your way down the hallway towards the big double door at the end. When you reached them, you raised your fist and stalled for a second, hand hovering in place before bringing it down to the wooden door, making your presence soon known with a knock.

"Come in!".

Green eyes watched your movements carefully as you walked in, your head bowed slightly as you closed the door behind you. "Y-You said you wanted to meet me, sir?".

A low chuckle passed Izuku's lips as he leaned back, taking in you and your figure. Dressed in casual business attire, it complemented your figure perfectly, hugging you in all the right places. Places he loved on a woman.

Of course, he wouldn't say that to you, only to himself as he leant forward, joining his hands together in front of him as he distanced himself from his thoughts, for the moment at least.

"Ah, yes. Miss (y/n), was it?". A soft hum and a nod of your head was your only answer as you didn't dare to look up. You didn't want to face your new reality yet, so you tried your hardest not to look up.

Watching you again for a moment, a small smirk tugged at his lips as he stood and made his way over to where you stood. Beginning to walk around you, getting a closer look at you before halting his steps.

Something about you intrigued him, and he wanted to get to know you better. He could gather you were somewhat quiet, but with a confident smile to himself, he knew he'd be able to break down those walls and get the prize he desired. "Now, is that any way to greet your new boss, Miss (y/n)? I'd much rather see your face than the top of your head".

With a gulp, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm your erratic heart. The inner battle you were facing was not making things easier. Biting the bullet, you opened your eyes and lifted your head, only to find yourself gasping at the male in front of you. He wasn't like any of the other bosses you had.

Green hair with eyes to match, freckles dotted around his cheeks. He was younger than you had expected, but he was certainly handsome. You could feel feelings stirring up in you, especially thoughts that were not safe for the workplace, but you mentally scolded yourself, telling yourself this is not the place.

Maybe you would enjoy having this man as your boss. Only time would tell if you were right.

It all started with the occasional comment or glance. Light touches on your shoulders or arms that made you shiver in a way you forgot existed. A way you hadn't felt for such a long time.

You knew it was a dangerous game you were playing, but right now, you didn't care. You tried to hold yourself and your composure for as long as possible before it fell away one late night in the office.

Taking a deep breath, you sighed and smiled a little, tapping away on your keyboard as you continued with the report on your screen. Today was one of the days you decided to stay behind, along with a few others, to catch up on small pieces of work you had missed for whatever reason.

You didn't have to, but with the project you and your floor had been working on coming up, you didn't want to take any chances on anything being wrong or not turned in on time. Everyone knew that would have a detrimental effect on the company's profits.

Letting out a pained moan at the stiffness you felt, you stretched in your seat a little, enjoying the small popping you felt before standing up. Leaning on your desk, you took the opportunity to stretch yourself a little more, a groan of joy passing your lips as you felt a bigger crack in the top of your back.

The pleasure that seemed to spread through your body made you sigh in relief.

Green eyes watched carefully as their owner smirked once they saw you were distracted enough. Enough for them to finally move from their hiding place and walk over to you. Strong arms wrapped around your frame, causing you to squeak in surprise, jumping slightly as you looked over your shoulder. "A-Ah! S-Sir?".

Chuckling, Izuku let his arms drop before stepping back, taking in your current position. Everything about you was perfect and driving him insane. The curves of your body were more on show due to your current position had him biting his lip, thoughts going into overdrive for a moment.

Moving closer, he lifted a hand and let his fingers run down your back, smirking at the way you shivered and moved instinctively into his touch. "You know, you'd look so much better without these clothes on and bent over my desk like this~".

Biting your lip, you stood and turned around, taking your time to look him over. Running a hand up his arm, you wrapped it around his shoulder when you came to it and tilted your head, looking up to him as you pondered your next move, if there was one. "Hmm. That may be true, but I have some work to do".

Strong hands rested on your hips and pulled you closer, bodies pressed against each other as hot breath fanned your neck. Soft moans slipped past your lips as the green-haired male moved up to your ear, whispering words that had you weak at your knees and your core throbbing in need.

Pressing yourself closer to him, you could feel his cock twitching slightly beneath his work trousers, the thickness making you shiver ever so slightly. What would that be like, buried deep inside you? "You might do, but how about I put you to work on something much harder?"

A loud moan slipped past your lips as your walls stretched to accommodate the thick cock pushing into you. The way your walls gripped Izuku tightly, not wanting to let him go. Arching your back off the desk, you gripped the edge of the wood beneath you, knuckles turning white as you tried to keep yourself anchored to anything that would stop you from losing your sanity.

The obscense sounds your cunt was making only added to the pleasure you were feeling. "Fuck, you take my cock so well, sweetheart. Like this pretty pussy was made for me". Those words had you moaning in embarrassment as you felt yourself clench around Izuku. The quick snap of his hips had your eyes rolling into the back of your head for a second.

You'd forgotten what it felt like to be touched like this, let alone fucked. The guy was relentless. Each thrust of his hips had a loud moan slip out of your parted mouth, your walls gripping onto him as he continued to pound into you. Neither you nor your cunt wanted to let him go. "That's it, princess, fuck, let everyone know how you're feeling. Let them know you feel like this because of my cock".

Wrapping his arms around you, Izuku picked you up with ease and held your body close to him. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you moned out louder as you felt the head of his cock press against that spongy spot deep inside.

Strong hands gripped your hips as you felt yourself being guided, body bouncing more roughly as you let a chant of his name pass your lips. The knot in your gut tightened as you wrapped your arms around his neck, desperate to anchor yourself to reality somehow. "A-ha, sir, please, can't take much more".

The feeling of your head being pulled back by your hair had you push your hips down further than you had intended, causing your body to stiffen momentarily at the jolt of pleasure running through your veins. "I told you, sweetheart, shit, call me Izuku while we're like this, although-".

His grip on your hips tightened as he felt his orgasm creeping closer, thrusts beginning to pick up pace as more chants of "yes" fell from your lips. "-I love any fucking name that comes from that pretty mouth of yours".

A loud groan echoed around the room as Izuku felt himself cum, his hot seed spilling into your now tighter cunt in what felt like a never-ending flow. Your own euphoria zapping through your body as your eyes flutter shut, the walls of your cunt milking him.

Resting your foreheads together, you both panted, desperate to catch your breaths, air in the room hot with the aftermath of your extra work. "Tomorrow, I want you to come and see me so we can continue this. You were a good girl taking all of me like that".

Nodding your head as best you could, you sighed out an agreement as you opened your eyes, moving your head slightly before taking in the flushed appearance of your boss. "Oh, and one more thing-".

His fingers lifted your head, making you look into his eyes. Your tired expression never let itself go from your face as you nodded your head in a state of post-orgasm bliss. "-don't you dare clean yourself up before you go home. I want you to tell me tomorrow what it felt like to have my cum dripping out of you, how it felt to be marked in a way only I get to do".

At this, your insides throbbed again, causing you to bite your lip at the feeling of his essence slowly seeping out of you. You knew you were probably playing a dangerous game, but you didn't care.

Not a single bit of you cared.

You could get used to this. After all, it wasn't every day you had a hot boss let alone got to fuck him until it felt like you had been rearranged both inside and out.

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aaph3lion · 4 months ago

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mark with a hyperfem girlfriend ??? or maybe she’s cutesy and shy please ^_^

ft: mainstream!mark (invincible) reader: fem wc: 1120 summary: mark and his hyperfem gf go to comic con YIPPIEE!! requested by: anon

this is highkey crack but i had fun writing it so yeah & I think I strayed a bit far from the req so I humbly apologize for that sigh do I play league of legends or write more fanfiction decisions decisions

Mark swears he can die happy right now.

Two of his favorite things in one place. You and Comic Con. This has to be a dream, he’s sure of it. Finally, for once, the world decided that even Invincible needed a damn break. Hopefully, the moment lasts long enough for him to savor it before he most likely gets pulled away again.

He has to admit, he feels incredibly underdressed compared to you, clad in his typical slacks and a Seance Dog shirt to suit the occasion. You, on the other hand, had gone all out, with bows in your hair, a soft sweater, and a ruffled skirt that had Mark practically on his knees before you left. To tie it all together, you’d even attached a small Seance Dog charm to your purse to match with Mark.

Truly, you were a woman after his own heart.

You smile softly at him as the two of you pull up to the convention center—in a car, for once, as it’s far too crowded for Mark to fly in without drawing attention. He smiles back, instinctively placing a small kiss to the back of your hand when he laces your fingers together. You giggle softly, almost instantaneously latching onto his arm as the two of you flash your passes at security.

Mark would be lying if he didn’t say he was enjoying the way you clung to him shyly. Because he was. Almost a little too much.

You were just too cute! Damn it, he needed to focus! There was a signing going on and he wanted—

“Mark, can we go check out the vendors?” You bat your eyes up innocently at him, glossed lips tantalizingly shiny beneath the bright fluorescent lights.

“Of course, baby.” His response is almost instant as he leans down to peck your lips before the weight of his words settles in. “Anything you want.”

FUCK. He was NOT supposed to say that.

But he’d feel like a monster taking it back now, especially with the way your eyes lit up like he’d just promised to take you to the moon. Which, in fairness, he had offered before, but you’d declined for obvious reasons. So, he mourns his minor loss as he leads the two of you through the crowded venue, holding you close whenever one of the superhero cosplayers got too close.

Especially the Invincible ones. He’s the only Invincible you’ll ever need in your life and no amount of spandex and fake muscle padding is going to change that. After all, nothing beats the original, baby.

Also, he is not that skinny.

His chest puffs with pride as he feels your manicured fingers grip onto his bicep, face pressed into his shoulder while he expertly leads you through the throngs of people both in and out of cosplay.

Vendors smile at passing people, making light conversation with anyone who stops by to look at their wares.

You, however, are drawn in by a certain booth tucked securely in a less populated corner. Mark trails obediently behind you, grinning dumbly when he sees what’s got your eye. It’s cute, it’s pink, and it’s so irrevocably you.

The woman behind the booth greets you both kindly before divulging in a rant about the inspiration behind her themed makeup palettes that you listen intently to, your hands finding their way to an adorable themed palette of one of your favorite characters. A character, Mark notes proudly, that he had introduced you to.

One that he’d also lost countless battles to as a plushie on your bed, but he digresses.

As much as Mark adores seeing you shy, he loves this part of you just as much. Unabashed to showing your interests, yet still retaining the girlish charm that had him falling for you in the first place.

“We also have a few superhero-themed things, if you’re interested.” Now that got his attention. And your’s too, it seems, if the way your previously timid gaze lights up is anything to go by.

“Let me guess,” the vendor says as she bends down to get a box hidden beneath her table, “Rex Splode?”

Mark is now two seconds away from crashing out, jaw dropped in an expression so offended that you have to physically shut his mouth before the vendor sees. He should’ve just went to the signing if he knew things were going to turn out like this.

“No, not really,” you laugh, the sound akin to the bells of heaven to Mark’s ears, his expression softening slightly upon seeing you smile. Still, though, Rex? Seriously?

“Oh, so Immortal maybe?” The vendor smiles unknowingly, displaying a case full of superhero-themed makeup pallets, lip balms, and press-on nails. “I’m more of an Atom Eve girl myself, but it’s always cool to know everyone’s favorite.”

Mark makes a noise beside you, a strange mix of a guttural groan and a strained scream that you’re quick to placate with a soft kiss on his cheek, the remnants of your sparkly gloss lingering in place of your lips.

“Well,” you start softly, sparing a shy glance at Mark from the corner of your eye, “I’d like to think of myself as more of an Invincible fan.”

“Oh, I see!” The vendor nods along excitably before directing you to her Invincible collection. “That guy’s pretty popular, so we make sure to carry extra stock for his themed things, but as you can see, it usually isn’t enough.” She laughs, rubbing the nape of her neck with a sheepish smile.

You hum, hands tracing over a palette and a box of press-on nails in Mark’s signature colors. “I’ll take both of these, please.”

“Amazing! That’ll be $32.76. Would you like a bag?”

“No, it’s fine,” you shake your head politely, reaching for your purse, but Mark beats you to the punch with cash in hand, thanking the vendor with a smile of his own before turning back to you. You roll your eyes, pressing a thankful kiss to his outstretched cheek with a hopeless smile as you grab your things.

“You know,” the vendor pipes up to Mark just as the two of you turn to leave, “have you ever thought about doing an Invincible cosplay? Though, you’re a bit bulkier than him, but I think it could work—”

“I just remembered that you said you wanted to go to a signing earlier, right babe?!” You drag him away without another word, hand laced tightly in his as you smile up at him. He stares back at you and how your bows and skirt flow with how quickly you drag him away, his pupils practically eclipsed by hearts.

God, he loves you so, so much.

©asarii 2025 — do not copy, steal, repost, or translate any of my works on tumblr or any other site

#invincible—・❥#invincible x reader #mark grayson x reader #mark grayson #fem reader #invincible #invincible fanfic #mark grayson fluff

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zepskies · 6 months ago

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A SIMPLE TOUCH

Pairing: Soldier Boy (Ben) x Reader

Summary: Annie still has reservations about Ben, and you dating him for that matter…until she sees it.

AN: Surprise drabble! Dipping back into the BMD-verse for a sec. Chronologically, it's set sometime after In the Dark.

Prompt from @lifeonawhim: The reader is physically affectionate. (BMD) Ben sees this, tries to give her that comfort, and it just surprises everyone—how Ben is a source of comfort for her, even though he’s quite literally the strongest man.

Originally posted on Patreon: 1/01/25

Word Count: 600

Tags/Warnings: Angst, hurt/comfort, fluff

Break Me Down Masterlist

Annie was loyal to a fault. For that reason, she was still skeptical about Soldier Boy—about Ben, even after Vought Tower collapsed.

You might’ve been living with him now, but that didn’t mean he was safe, or even a good enough man for you.

She watched you closely in concern while the team filed onto the small private plane. It was set to take you all from northern Pennsylvania back down to New York. You weren’t injured, but in a way, you were still walking wounded.

The rogue supe that the Supe Affairs team was called in to catch had destroyed an office building. You, M.M., and Frenchie had saved a handful of people while Ben and the rest of the team handled the supe. But a young woman slipped right through your fingers off a balcony, falling to the pavement from three stories high.

You still remembered the look of shock cross her face. It was frozen there, even after her body lay prone on the cement. Her blue eyes, perfect mirrors of didn’t see that coming.

That was the picture you couldn’t get out of your head.

Now, you were moving slow, your face tired and drawn. Annie was about to ask if you were okay, even though she knew the answer full well.

Ben reached out his hand to you first. He was ahead of you in the aisle, having put his carry-on bag and yours in the overhead bin. You looked at his hand, and then up at him.

“Come ‘ere,” he said, his voice deep and steady. It steadied you, along with his hand around yours. He guided you not into the seat next to him, but onto his lap. By now he’d changed out of his suit, leaving him in jeans and a dark gray sweater you picked out for him, rolled up to his elbows.

Annie sat with Hughie across the aisle, but she had you and Ben in the corner of her eye. She marveled at the way he was holding you, seeming to know you needed the contact. With a sigh, you allowed yourself to lay against his chest while his warm hand ran up and down your back. A simple touch was all you needed to relax in his arms.

“Don’t mind me. Just gonna sleep for about ten years,” you murmured against his chest. You laid a hand over his heart, silently thanking him as your fingers drifted back and forth.

Ben’s lips quirked upwards. “Just try not to drool on me. New shirt, you know.”

Despite yourself, that managed to make you smile, huffing a laugh. You shoved his shoulder in retaliation. “I don’t drool.”

He knew for a fact that you did, but he just smirked. He sunk his fingers into your hair and inhaled the familiar floral scent of your shampoo.

“Get some shut-eye,” he rumbled. “We’ll be home soon.”

His thumb brushed your cheek, encouraging you to rest. So you did. Your eyes closed on you after you let go of a deep, even breath.

In the grand scheme of things, it was a nothing moment. This was a man who had crumbled two skyscrapers and scarred Hughie for life. (He’d never be able to listen to Air Supply again, pretty much for as long as he lived.)

And yet, maybe it meant Annie could stop worrying so much about your judgment where Ben was concerned.

Only much later, she would realize that this was the moment she actually started to trust him.

AN: I want to get back into BMD world for a longer visit, hopefully soon. 💚💚

Keep Reading in the BMD-verse:

Next in line, we have a fun, fluffy, angsty, smutty, 3-part Christmas special, Love Actually:

Summary: Ben gets in late on Christmas Eve with a Grinch-like attitude, but you’re determined to force some holiday cheer into his system. At least, you hope you can, before he meets the rest of your dysfunctional family on Christmas Day.

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thewayitalknj · 8 months ago

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I've been listening to a lot of Mötley Crüe lately to hopefully manifest me seeing them in Las Vegas next year. Came up with this while driving, which is how a lot of my ideas come to be recently. Word Count - 1.6k

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"Come on please, I have no idea what they have planned and it's killing me." He was practically begging you at this point. You roll your eyes as you walk down the next aisle, stacking the next set of 'romantic comedies' that just came in.

"Eddie, it's your birthday, it's supposed to be a surprise. And can you please stop bugging me while I'm working?"

"Yeah yeah sure I'll stop bugging you" he grits his teeth, "if you tell me what they have planned."

You turn around fully facing him, pushing your glasses back up your nose, taking your voice down to a whisper. "Look I truly have no idea what the fuck they have planned so please stop asking. Just be grateful they're doing something with you and you're not spending your birthday alone." You turn back around, making your way to the 'horror' section.

"At least come with me-"

"I can't, I have my bookclub tonight. But come to my place and tell me all about your guys night tomorrow if you're not too hungover."

He huff's his breath up, his bangs moving in the process. "Thanks a lot."

"I'm sure you'll have a blast."

A strip club. A fucking strip club. As much as Eddie appreciated what his friends were doing this is not what he expected. All he wanted was a guy's night in playing D&D and watching movies but no, his friends had to go all out.

The worst part is it was 'dress up night', so the strippers would be in various costumes. His friends thought the better, dress up plus dancing ladies ; what more could anyone ask for?

After a few hours sitting in a booth a few drinks in, an announcement sounded over the DJ speakers ; "alright everyone we have a birthday in the house! We want to welcome our birthday boy in Booth 21 to come on up for a special dance!" As everyone roared with excitement Eddie blushed under the neon lights.

"Why are y'all doing this to me?"

Garth pushes him forward, "Because we love you, NOW GO!" Eddie reluctantly makes his way up and sits on the chair provided for him. He drums nervously on his knees waiting for the song to start.

The next dancer comes to take the stage, dressed in all red, devil horns, and a red laced mask. Her hair is curled, not one piece left undone. She steps into the spotlight, and Eddie swears time halts and he has to take breath in order to steady himself. He is mesmerized. She slowly makes her way over, putting her hands on both sides of the chair. She eyes him up and down smirking to herself and as her song begins to play ; taking control of the room.

Eddie feels like he's fallen under some sort of spell, like something he wrote out for a campaign. He's so enthralled he completely forgot he was in a room with other people. He watches every move she makes ; the way her hips sway, how she doesn't come too close but just enough to tease him, and the way she makes eye contact with him? Forget about it ; Eddie swears he's falling in love with her right then and there, even though this was his first interaction with the mystery woman.

And in the three minutes the song plays, Eddie is so thankful his friends took him out. He tries to memorize every detail of the devil, just in case he decides to come back another time. Maybe on his own? Maybe with buddies again? Who knows, but he just had to remember her. Particular details ran through his head ; the hair style, the color of her eyes, and while she moved her body up against his, he noticed a small birthmark on the left side of her body, ironically shaped like a heart right above her heart ; and be still his own heart. Right when the music fades and the crowd begins to cheer breaking him out of his headspace, she leans in to his ear and with a sultry voice whispers "happy birthday sweetheart" and it's right then and there Eddie could have been shot through the chest by an arrow and he would feel no pain.

His posse of course never let him see the end of it, with constant teasing as the night went on. One thing was for sure, he could not wait to tell you about his night in the morning.

Eddie couldn't wait, he was practically banging at your door at 9:00am. You reach for your glasses on the nightstand, pull your hair in a messy bun and make your way towards the front door. You look through the peephole and Eddie is waving.

"Ed, what the hell-"

"I gotta tell you about last night." He races in, high on adrenaline pacing your living room.

"Good morning to you too-" You shut the front door, "can I please make some coffee first? I'm exhausted."

"Bookclub ran late?"

"Something like that. Want a cup?"

"Sure, thanks." You sulk to the kitchen and make your coffee, wondering what the hell has Eddie all wound up. You make your way back, handing him his cup as he takes a seat on your couch. "Damn, what book are you ladies reading that has you staying up so late?"

"It's nothing. So tell me, how was your birthday?"

"Amazing, they took me to a strip club."

You swallow your coffee, hard. "Oh wow, what an event."

"You're telling me, it was incredible. Well at least, she was incredible."

"Oh god Eddie don't tell me you fell in love with a dancer-"

"You don't understand. There was just something about her, I-I know it sounds corny but it was like magic. I've never felt like that before." He looks around your living room, then reaching over and grabs your shoulders playfully, shaking you. "Am I going crazy?!"

You laugh, "I don't think so. I just find it hilarious that it's a fucking stripper you're talking about."

"Yeah, well-" Just as Eddie begins to move his arms something catches his eye.

A birthmark. On the left side of your body. In the shape of a heart. He looks into your eyes, the same color and sparkle that were under the mask. He looks at your hair, it's normally straight, why does it look curly and wavy?

All these small details come together in his head. He moves his hands off you and runs them through his own hair, piecing everything together.

"So yeah, uh-enough about me...how was...bookclub?"

"Oh god you don't wanna hear about my bookclub. Why-"

"No no, I do..want to hear....about the bookclub. Please tell me." He takes another sip of his coffee, staring at the birth mark.

You follow his eyes, "is there something on me?"

"Hm, no. Just....so, bookclub?"

"Oh you know, just another night of girl talk about a steamy romance novel and too much wine, just the norm." Eddie can't even think straight, all the events from last night come rushing to his head.

You ponder at him wondering if he's okay, "sweetheart are you alright? You're starting to worry me."

Sweetheart, a nickname normally used frequently but now it's different. He jolts up from your couch. "I gotta go. Dustin and I have...stuff-to do."

You're dismayed, just nodding your head. "Um okay, but if you need anything just let me know-"

"Yeah uh thanks. And thanks for uh the coffee and...talk."

He speedily exits your home, and you're left wondering if maybe just maybe...

Just a Few Hours Ago

You stand off stage looking out to the man sitting on the chair. Only to realize it was Eddie.

"Oh shit-"

"What's up girl? Everything okay?" Your co-worker, Jade, comes up behind you.

"I-I can't go out. You take my slot instead."

"What, why? I'm not on for another 20, why do you want to switch?" She signals to Cassie, the DJ, to hold off on the music. Cassie gives a thumbs up and waits.

"I know the guy sitting in the chair, he's one of my friends. I can't...dance for him."

"Why? He won't know it's you, we're all dressed up tonight."

"Yeah but it's just...awkward that I know and he...doesn't."

"Look, I understand where you're coming from but I think you should just do it. He won't know it's you, does he know you work here?"

"No no, he's here with his friends for his birthday," You watch him drum on his legs, probably nerves. "I wouldn't picture him as someone who would want to come out and do this but, there he is."

"So, give him the dance of his life. Something he'll never forget. Remember, you're not going out as yourself." You nodded your head, Jade was right. You signal back to Cassie to start your song when ready. You quietly thank Jade, take a deep breath and take the stage.

24 Hours Later

As you apply your lipstick looking in the mirror, your other coworker Bianca comes in. "Hey B! How was your daughter's band recital?"

She takes a seat next to you giving you a half hug. "It was great! She crushed her solo, I'm so proud of her."

"That's incredible. I can't wait to see the tape!"

"Oh before I forget, Pam wanted me to tell you you got a private dance at 10:30."

"Wait, really?" You ponder, turning around in the chair. "I haven't done a private dance in weeks."

"Guess someone really likes you because they asked for you specifically."

"Oh wow. Really? Okay then, thanks for the heads up."

"No problem, be safe!"

Once 10:30 rolls around you make your way to Room #2, opening the door and stopping dead in your tracks the moment you see who it is, casually lounging on the couch.

"Sup sweetheart?"

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fieldofdaisiies · 6 months ago

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Hold Me In Your Arms, I Need Your Love

Azriel x Reader; just a little comfort fic for Azriel, no warnings.

You knew it the moment you opened the door. You knew that he needed to be in your arms tonight, to be held, but what you didn’t know was how broken he truly was after that mission. How much the mission he had been on had destroyed him and shredded his heart apart.

Azriel stumbles through the door, blood—hopefully not his own—still coating his hands and his Illyrian leathers. "Y/N, I…" he begins, but his voice breaks, his strong mask shattering the moment his arms wrap around you and he pulls you close.

You curl your own arms around his broad torso, holding him gently. His whole body is trembling, shaking so hard you can feel it in your bones. "It’s alright," you whisper against his neck, your palms placed gently on his back. "I’m here. I got you."

He clings to you as if you are his lifeline, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. You can feel the weight of his pain, of what he has experienced, and it breaks your heart to see him like this. You hold him tighter, hoping to offer some comfort, some comfort in the midst of his anguish. You become his anchor, a place of comfort, all the strength he needs to keep going and fighting against the demons in his mind that have formed during the mission.

Minutes pass, but you stay there, wrapped in each other's arms, the world around you forgotten. Slowly, his trembling begins to ease, his breathing becoming more even, as if your presence alone is enough to calm him down.

You feel a small hint of relief bloom in your heart and press a gentle kiss to his temple, murmuring soft words of comfort, letting him know that he is not alone anymore, that you are here for him, with him.

And only after another few minutes, you decide that it's alright to step away. Only as much as is needed to gently guide him to the couch, supporting him as he walks, never leaving his side, his weight heavy on you.

"Come here,“ you tell him as you help him sit down, ensuring he is comfortable with his large wings. Azriel lets himself sink into the cushions, his shoulders slouching as he lifts his gaze to you.

"Should I run you a bath?“ you ask softly.

"I would just like to lie down. Can I bathe tomorrow?“ Azriel asks, his voice so terribly hoarse and you nod. Of course, it would be alright.

"But at least, let’s get you out of these." Carefully you help him slip out of his jacket, easing it off his shoulders, the fabric stained and stiff with dried blood. You will wash it for him tomorrow.

Not because you are the female and some of the Night Court citizens still think it’s a female’s duty to do so, but because you want to. You want to help him and be there for him and not let him be reminded of his mission again once he has to wash his clothes.

You place the jacket on the floor behind the couch, before you crouch down in front of him and unlace his boots, then slide them off and set them aside as well.

Next you unbuckles his belt—it’s something that would always make him make a dirty remark, or at least smirk. Not this time. Tonight he only smiles weakly as he watches you remove his belt.

"Now, you may lift your hips for me, Az,“ you tell him with a small, and tiny mischievous smile, knowing it will ease the tension a little more. It’s something he has said to you too many times already—always under different circumstances however.

Azriel hums lowly as he follows your lead and a bit of colour returns to his face, to his cheeks. You help him out of his trousers, always mindful of any injuries. When he is left only in his underwear, you brush your fingers over his skin, making sure there are no too big wounds that need to be taken care of immediately. But he seems alright, except for a few, small scratches there’s no injury on his body.

For a moment, you have to leave him alone, Azriel’s empty eyes and his pout following you all the way to the bathroom where you collect a basin of warm water and a soft washcloth.

You dip the washcloth into the basin, wringing out the excess water, then you move the cloth over his exposed skin, making sure all the blood and grime is washed off, your movements calm and deliberate.

Carefully you clean his arms, his scarred hands before rinsing the cloth again, making sure it remains clean as you continue on to his face, his hair.

As you wipe it across his cheek, and brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead, you ask, "Do you want to talk about it? The mission.“

Azriel gives his head a soft shake, and catches your hand. He brings it to his lips and kisses your palm. "Not yet. I just want to be here with you, Y/N. In your arms.“

Sometimes he can’t talk about the missions or the job he had to do immediately. Sometimes it takes him hours, or even days to process everything and of course, you give him this time. You want him to open up and talk to you, but you would never push him or force him to do so. He should always take as much time as he needs.

You dip your chin in acknowledgement, then dry his skin with a soft towel, before you have to leave him alone again for a bit to dispose of the dirty water and cloths.

When you return to him, you notice he is already fighting against his sleepiness, his lids fluttering closed every now and then. You quickly wrap a soft blanket around him, tucking it gently around him, always mindful of his wings and as you sit down beside him, you pull him to you.

"I’m so glad to have you back, Az," you whisper against his now damp hair, pecking the top of his head quickly. "I missed you.“

Azriel snuggles into your chest and blows out a long breath. "You have no idea how much I missed you, my love. And how much I needed this."

You gently brush your fingers through his hair before you shift on the couch, so he can lay down on top of you, his face softly pressed against your cleavage.

“Every night I thought about you, about wanting to hold you in my arms, wanting to fall asleep with you in my arms.”

Azriel is normally not one to talk much, so when he does you know he really means every little word he says, wants you to hear and know it. You know he often wants to make up for the time missed, the time you could have spent together hadn’t he been on a mission, although you always assure him that he doesn’t need to make up for it. That he doesn’t need to apologise–it’s his job, his duty, and you would never blame him for it.

“I did too,” you honestly tell him, letting your fingers dance down to the nape of his neck and even further down between his shoulder blades. You will massage his back tomorrow, you tell yourself when you feel the tension in his muscles.

“But now I have you back and everything is good.”

He hums and his breath is warm against your skin, tickling you a little.

Moving your hand up again, you gently run your fingers through his hair. With a loud sigh, Azriel nestles more into you, his breathing slowing as he begins to drift off. The large Illyrian is not a light-weight but having him rest or sleep on top of you is simply a wonderful feeling, one you would never want to miss. It’s like a tight embrace, a big and warm hug and you love it.

You can feel how his body begins to relax more and more as he gives himself to the peace and comfort you provide him with. Finally he can calm down.

And so he does, slowly falling asleep on top of you, your hands still caressing his hair. And right before he truly enters the land of dreams, his eyes already tightly shut, his lips on your skin, he mumbles, “I love you, Y/N. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to … me…”

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ceoofglytchell · 1 month ago

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So this is love (Part 4)

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Summary: After nine month of waiting, it is finally time to meet your child. Although, so the gods want, in the worst possible moment.

Pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x twin sister!Reader

Word count: 2307 words

Warnings: incest, Reader has Targaryen features, brief hinted at Aemond x Reader (but it’s fine), description of childbirth, blood, pain, a bit of angst, fluff, no mention of Y/N

Notes: Here it is! The long awaited Part 4! I hope you’ll like it. As always, likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated 💛

Politics, politics, politics...

These council meetings were always about politics. It bored Aegon, and it bored his now heavily pregnant sister-wife too. You were already nine months pregnant, as was evident by the large belly that was clearly visible beneath the fabric of your flowing dress.

He was so proud of you, which he always showed by the fact that one of his hands was always either on your stomach or on your lower back, supporting you.

The prince knew you were in pain and that carrying his heir was now nothing but torture for you, but he could not help but love seeing you like this.

Your eyes shone, your cheeks were constantly flushed, your curves were more feminine and softer, your breasts were full, and your belly was fat and round. If he did not know it could be dangerous for a woman, he would keep impregnating you so you would always have to walk around the keep like that, so he could have all of you just to himself.

However, he did not want to risk a pregnancy killing you, like it did his father's first wife and many women throughout the realm. All it took was one thing wrong, and the maesters could already be at their wit's end.

You were only present at this Small Council meeting today because your mother and grandfather insisted. 'You must learn this too,' they said. What nonsense.

You let out a deep sigh as old Lord Beesbury started talking about the royal gold again. Everyone at this table knew by now that some austerity measures were necessary. There was no need to repeat that a hundred times!

Aegon noticed your frustration and tried to give you a reassuring smile. It did not work. You just stared at him with an angry glare in your eyes, even though it was not his fault that you were here and not in your chambers.

Those damn hormones.

One moment you were cheerful, laughing at a joke he made, and the next you were suddenly snapping at him to stop being so childish. That was perhaps the only thing he did not like about you being pregnant. He did not like being yelled at. Your mother did that often enough.

"What do you think, Prince Aegon?" Lord Tyland Lannister suddenly asked, causing Aegon's shoulders to visibly tense.

He had not been listening. He did not know what they were talking about.

He scanned the council chamber and saw all the pairs of eyes on him. All of them accusing, disappointed, expectant.

Suddenly, a gentle hand rested on his arm. He looked to the side and saw you looking at him with those big, loving eyes. He immediately relaxed a little, and he could feel a weight lift from his shoulders.

You had always been a rock for him.

"Where should we send the gold if a war breaks out, my darling?" you whispered helpfully.

He nodded, but it did not really help him. The Crown's gold was important, no doubt, but where would it be sent if, at some point—hopefully never—it came to war?

"How about Oldtown? My mother and grandfather's home? It would certainly be safe there for a while, for my brother Daeron would guard it well," he finally said. At first, the room was quiet, and he had to swallow the nervous lump in his throat, but then a few of the members nodded, and he could feel himself instantly feeling better. He had done something right.

"Lannisport would be a good place too, I think," you suggested, continuing to stroke your stomach with one hand. You should not be here, worrying about politics. You should be in your chambers, resting.

Your suggestion made the Lannister present grin from ear to ear, as if it were his doing. He was lucky to be a member of this council.

The conversations went on and on, and the minutes passed. Suddenly, you felt an unpleasant pulling sensation. It was very gentle and barely noticeable at first, but the more time passed, the more often you had to readjust yourself in your seat so you would not grimace from the pain it caused you.

Aegon noticed it first. Your twin always sensed when you were not well.

"Hey, my heart, what is wrong?" he whispered in your ear, and you could clearly hear the concern in his voice.

"Nothing, darling. Everything is fine," you answered him through gritted teeth. Clearly, everything was not fine.

"You are lying," he whispered to you, turning completely away from the table and he even turned his chair so he could see you better. You seemed to be in pain, and he would not allow that, ever.

"No, husband, I am all right. Truly. Believe me," you tried to reassure him, even though the stabbing pain was becoming more prominent and you could feel something warm running down your thigh.

Oh no... Not now.

The voices around you were blurring more and more, and you tried as best you could to focus on the here and now. On your husband, who was trying to help you, and you tried as best you could not to make a sound and not to cry.

"What about the raven Princess Rhaenyra sent us last week?"

"We need to arrange a marriage alliance for Prince Aemond."

"Princess Helaena is also taking her oath as a Septa next week. We must congratulate her for that as well."

The voices blurred completely, and you could feel a cold sweat rolling down your forehead and your breathing becoming labored.

Aegon noticed it even before you did.

The blood, though, Ser Criston noticed that first.

"My prince!" Criston suddenly exclaimed, who had been standing completely silent next to Queen Alicent, who sat in the king's chair. Your father had become very ill recently, and she and Grandfather had to take over his duties to continue to provide stability to the realm.

All heads turned to you, and the entire room fell silent when they saw that your lap was soaked with blood, turning the blue of your dress into the color of plums instead.

Aegon was frozen. He did not know what to do. You had obviously never been in this situation before.

But he wanted to help you. He wanted to so badly.

"Daughter!" Alicent cried, rushing to you, placing a gentle hand on your forehead as she let her worried gaze sweep over your features.

"Get the maesters and help me! We must escort the princess to her chambers," the Queen commanded, already helping you stand up.

Every single step toward your chambers hurt. Your mother and Ser Criston supported you the entire way, while Aegon had already run ahead to fetch the maesters and alert the midwives.

You left a small trail of blood behind you on the stone floor, while your hand was placed protectively on your stomach.

It hurt so much... should it even hurt this much?

"’Tis all right, my girl. You are almost there. Aegon will be there, I will be there, you will make it," Alicent whispered to you as she pushed you further and further toward the royal chambers. Criston held your arm the entire time and remained calm, even though he also secretly hoped you would be fine. He had accompanied you and your twin throughout your youth and had grown to love you as if you were his own daughter.

You could already hear your husband barking at the servants, which brought a grin to your face. He was probably more excited and in more despair than you were, even though you were definitely in more pain.

Your marital chambers were already perfectly prepared, and the most important maesters and midwives were already there, thanks to Aegon.

You were the most important thing in the world to him, and he would be damned if you did not survive this birth.

The queen and her loyal protector gently helped you lay down on the soft mattress of the bed, and your husband immediately rushed to your side, brushing the silky silver hair from your damp forehead.

"You can do this, my heart. I am here the whole time. The whole time," Aegon assured you with a nod of his head.

"You better be. And if you take even one sip of wine, I will kill you, do you hear me? I will kill you," you threatened, which brought a smile to his beautiful face.

"Careful, darling. You still need your strength," Aegon said, squeezing your hand reassuringly.

A sudden wave of pain shot through you, and you could not help but groan loudly, squeezing Aegon's hand so tightly that he, too, groaned briefly in pain. He was sure you had broken his hand.

"My prince, perhaps you should give your wife some space," Maester Orwyle advised him with a polite smile.

He bit his lip to hide his own pain from how tightly you held his hand. "My wife wants me here, and I am certainly not going anywhere when she gives birth to my heir, Orwyle. Just make sure she survives. Please."

The maester nodded and stepped aside as the pain of the contractions overwhelmed you more and more. Your moans of pain grew louder, and your husband kissed your forehead several times to give you strength and courage.

Queen Alicent stood at the far end of the room. Far enough away not to smell the blood, but still close enough that you knew she was there. Your mother would not leave you alone, not now. A few servants helped you take off your heavy dress so you could breathe a little more and would not get too warm. They draped it over the back of the chair as if it were a normal day.

You lay on the bed in your thin undergarment, while your twin brother held your hand, whispered soothing words to you, and you tried to finally bring your little miracle into the world.

It took hours and it was not easy. You lost a lot of blood, and at several points you felt like you could not go on and that you would not make it. But Aegon was there—the whole time, like he promised you. At one point, even Aemond stormed into the chambers, and he, too, refused to leave, arguing that he was your younger brother and that he should be damned if he did not support you at a time like this.

You and Aegon both knew why he was actually here. He loved you. In some way, he also loved his older brother, even though their relationship would always be complicated. But he has always deemed himself your protector, and as such, he would also watch over the little life that had grown inside your womb for nine months.

The last sunlight of the day was just disappearing behind the hills when a loud, shrill scream suddenly tore through the royal chambers.

The sheets beneath you were soaked with blood, your body was covered in a thin film of sweat that made you glisten, and your silver hair was wet and messy. And despite everything, a broad smile formed on your lips as you held your babe in your arms for the first time.

"He is beautiful," you whispered in a husky voice. Your little son had closed his eyes and was moving his small fist slightly against your chest, trying to get closer and closer to you.

"He looks just like you," Aegon replied in an equally quiet voice, a tear running down his cheek. Or two. (Actually, a waterfall was running down his face, but he denied it whenever you brought it up to tease him in the days that followed.)

"Like us," you replied, pressing a gentle kiss to the forehead of the little one who would still need a suitable name.

But the happiness did not last long, as another sharp pain suddenly shot through you. Your eyes widened, and you looked questioningly at Orwyle as you carefully, instinctively, pressed the child into your brother-husband's arms.

"Surely just the afterbirth, my princess," one of the midwives assured you, but you knew that was not true. Something felt different. Familiar.

Seven Hells.

"Aegon, I think we are having twins," you said, your hands reaching for the sheets to squeeze them.

His eyes widened, and for a moment he did not know what to say. You two were twins, yes, but the thought that you would also have twins as children had truly never occurred to him before.

Alicent approached and looked down at you with a look of concern on her face. She knew what was happening because she had lived through it herself. Your first pregnancy... twins, just like hers had been when she had you.

"You can do this, daughter. You are strong," Alicent whispered to you, and a slight amused huff of air from Aemond could be heard from the side. Strong might not have been the best word to call anyone in this family.

"But it hurts so much and—ah!—I can't do this anymore," you replied, glancing to the side where you could see Aegon carrying your babe as if it were the most precious thing in the world. In the background stood your younger brother, whose one eye never left you. You were so loved, and they needed you. You had to make it. For them.

For the ones you loved most in the world.

A contraction, a scream, and then—a shriek.

Your vision was blurry and your muscles burned with exhaustion, but you still heard Maester Orwyle's words clearly: "A girl, Your Grace."

Aegon wept, Alicent wept, Aemond smiled, and you? You were simply happy, even though your eyes were drooping from exhaustion.

The room was emptied, the babies were cleaned, and Aegon, your beloved husband, never left your bedside for a moment while you slept recovering from the pain.

Because you and the beautiful twins you gave him were the most important things in the world to him.

The Dividers are by the wonderful @zaldritzosrose !

Taglist: @bey0nd-1he-stars @sassypain @hisfavegirl @dahaenatargaryen @sylasthegrim @danytar @elliott-calls @themoonofthesun @l3thal-l0lita

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#house of the dragon #hotd #hotd fanfic #aegon ii targaryen #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen x you #aegon x reader #aegon ii fanfic #aegon ii targaryen x reader #aegon ii x you #aegon the elder #king aegon #tom glynn carney

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supremeleaderoofpoof · 17 days ago

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I Can't Believe I'm Managing a Demon Boy Band!!

Saja Boys X Reader

Of all of the trades and professions you have learned, this certainly was one notch you never expected to add among them.

A/N: This will be a multiple chapter fic, since this movie has me locked completely tf in, so I had to do something about it. Hopefully, y'all will like my delusional thoughts transcribed inside of this hellsite. Also, the Reader is like a Jack-of-All-Trades because I said so lol, so be prepared to suddenly have a lot of talents and hobbies lol XD

CW: No warnings for now, but HEADS UP! While this fic will not be smutty, it will get suggestive, and it will get VIOLENT. Make sure to read the CWs and tags!!

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You shut the door to your condo with a heavy sigh. Another good day at the cafe. When the owner offered you the position of manager, you weren't certain if you would like the pickup in pace, however, since you had already meshed well with your coworkers so well, you had almost been unconsciously placed into the role before you even got the title. Plus, the extra money was definitely a nice incentive.

After dinner and that hour long hot shower you always dream of while you're working, you make your way to your studio with your favorite cup of tea. While you had never truly gotten serious about it, music has always been a big part of your life, among all the things you have learned through the years of your life, big enough to have your own studio and compose and produce your own music. While you weren't the biggest fish in the sea of the arts, you had a big enough following to be recognized on the streets occasionally by some die-hard fans or ravers who had seen you at different underground gigs or festivals.

You've been taking a hiatus after both releasing some new projects and being one of the main artists for one of the biggest festivals of your career. What a good couple of months those were.

You yawn for the seventh time while messing with your music, which causes you to check the time on your phone. Ah, yes, 3 AM. You almost did it again. "Perhaps I should rest while I have the chance," you thought as you stop the music and get up from your chair. You brush your teeth, wash your face, and head to bed.

Three hours later, you're awakened by the sound of your alarm. Time to prepare for another rousing shift at Willow's.

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Today was much busier than yesterday, which wasn't normally the case. The crowds of customers seemed to be glued to their phones while talking amongst each other. As you're helping out the barista with a big round of online orders, you overhear a conversation between two young girls waiting for their drinks.

"Oh my god, the new song from Huntrix is so good! Have you heard it?"

"Girl, you know I did, it's literally life changing! We're learning the choreography at our dance studio!!"

"Whoa, a new song? Weren't they taking a break after their tour?" you thought as you eavesdropped. But before you could hear anything else, you feel a tap on your shoulder.

"Hey, could I get that croissant from you?"

You suddenly snap back into what you were doing and turn to see your barista, Cora, behind you holding a bag.

"Oh shoot, sorry about that," you said, placing the pastry in the bag, completing the slew of online orders that had come through.

"No biggie," Cora reassured, placing the bag with the rest of the order and handing it to the delivery driver.

"Hey, did Huntrix release a new song or something?"

Cora looks at you as if you suddenly gained a third eye.

"You haven't heard it yet???"

You chuckle. "I guess I haven't yet."

You heard a gasp come from the counter. The two of you look over to see Lily, who was perhaps the biggest Huntrix fan of all your baristas, had overheard that you have not yet listened to their newest release.

She quickly handed the change to the customer she was serving with a small bow, and basically teleported to your side. "This MUST change, pronto!" She declared, already having pulled the song up on her phone.

"How about you can change it AFTER we serve our customers?" You retort, redirecting her towards her tasks at hand with a laugh.

"B-but-Golden is literally-!"

"The best song you've ever heard?" Cora interrupts. "Lily, you say that about ALL of their songs."

"It's true though!" Lily adamantly replies.

"I'm sure it's great," You chime in. "But how about we get through this crowd, then you can even show whatever music video they made with it, ok?"

With that, you see a sudden newfound motivation enter Lily, as she salutes you with a "Right on it, boss!" and rushes to greet the next customer. Cora laughs and follows her to the front.

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slut4thebroken · 10 months ago

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Mark The Day

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Pairing | Jackson Rippner x reader

Summary | Jackson wants an heir, so he buys a slave from an underground breeding farm.

Warnings | NON CON, smut, sexual slavery, dark, dead dove do not eat lmao, vibrator, overstim, multiple orgasms, breeding, light humiliation/degradation, mentions of branding/inflicting harm on reader, bondage, dehumanization, AU?

Words | 2k

Notes | Idk I tried to keep the focus on reader only and not really write anything about the ‘other women’ but I kinda had to a tiny bit just for the ‘plot’. Hopefully it wasn’t too much tho😓

Ao3 link | <3

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Kinktober | day 16: sexual slavery

Read this first ❤️🫶

“As you can see, we make sure to thoroughly train each slave.”

Jackson glanced around the room, but his attention was drawn to you. You weren’t acting out, but you were significantly more jittery and visibly anxious than the others. “What about her?” He asked, pointing at you.

“Arrived at the facility a week ago. We’ve just begun the training process…” Jackson continued admiring you, taking in the way your red rimmed eyes looked around frantically and your body trembled. “If you’re interested, training should be complete by the end of the month.” As the man spoke, Jackson glanced around the room, taking in the other, more docile girls.

“No need.” He said surely, turning back to the man who hesitated. “I’ll take her.”

“I would strongly advise against that, Mr. Rippner… She’s far from obedient and the fertility treatment hasn’t started yet.”

“I know. I’d like to break her in myself.” His eyes strayed to you again and his lips curled up into a small smile. “How long does the fertility treatment take?” He asked, not looking away from you.

“We usually wait two weeks before putting them on the market.”

“Can it be done in one?”

The man paused for a moment. “I’m sure.. for the right price, we can make that happen for you, Mr. Rippner.” Jackson turned to face him, his expression relaxed but also a little amused at the man’s overt attempt to upsell him. In response, he held his hand out to shake on the deal.

“May I?” He asked, pointing to you. The man just gestured to you, silently giving permission. Jackson walked over to you and you tried to back away, but the chain connecting your collar to the floor wasn’t long enough for you to be able to escape him. He crouched down in front of you and examined you closely with a small smirk.

“You’re a pretty thing.” He murmured, hungrily dragging his gaze down your nude body. When he lifted his hand to grab your chin, you flinched away from him, making him chuckled softly. “And scared too… We’re going to have a lot of fun together.”

A week later, Jackson returned to pick up his new slave and take you home. “What’s your name?” He asked, making you falter. After a moment, you gave him your name, your voice timid and full of fear. “Jackson.” He responded, guiding you through the house to a room.

“You’ll sleep in the crate in my bedroom. However, for our play time, I set up the spare room just for you.” He smirked predatorily, watching you walk inside. You looked around, feeling your stomach churn as you took in all of the whips, toys, restraints, and furniture.

“Fortunately for you, I’m not a cruel man.” He pulled you over to a breeding bench and bent you over it, strapping down your wrists, ankles, and torso. “So between most breeding sessions, you’ll spend your time right here.” You could hear movement, but you couldn’t turn your head enough to see what he was doing. Then he was suddenly walking in front of you, now holding a ball gag. You clenched your teeth, trying to keep him from putting it on, and he sighed.

“Either I put this gag on and continue as planned, or I whip your ass until you bleed, and then put this gag on and continue as planned.” Your bottom lip quivered as your gaze shifted between his face and the gag. With tears in your eyes, you reluctantly opened your mouth. “Good girl.” He secured it, then brushed away a tear that escaped your waterline.

You flinched when he suddenly stood up, but he just moved behind you again, out of your field of vision. As soon as you felt something press against your clit, you stiffened, then cried out when he turned the vibrator on. He seemed to be debating what speed to set it at, but eventually he settled on the highest setting.

“There we go.” He smiled, stepping back to admire his work. Your legs were already quivering from the intense pleasure and he could tell you were trying to hold back your sounds. Walking back in front of you, he grabbed your cheeks and lifted your face as he bent down.

“That feel good?” He cooed mockingly. You sobbed out a moan and squeezed your eyes shut, your brows knitting together in an adorable display of agony. “I bet it does.” He chuckled. “Like I said, I’m not completely cruel. I know you won’t ever be turned on enough for our breeding sessions to not hurt you— at least, not yet.” When you whimpered around the gag, he released you and stood back up. “You’re welcome.” He said dryly.

You could hear his footsteps as he walked and you were already dreading whatever he was going to do next. Instead, all he said before slamming the door shut was, “Enjoy your night.”

The next morning, he woke up and took his time making himself breakfast and getting ready for the day. Eventually he decided to check on you.

Your sounds were audible before he even opened the door and once he stepped inside, his cock twitched at the sight. “Oh wow.” He chuckled, stepping closer. At the sound of his voice, your crying intensified and you started pleading through the gag. The vibrator was still going strong, but it was covered in your come, and there was a puddle beneath you, so you either squirted, or pissed yourself.

“Maybe I should’ve let them train you a little longer.” He smirked, slowly making his way to the front of your body. “Do I need to get you some pee pads?” He cooed, making you cry harder. Once he was in front of you, he grabbed your hair and yanked your head up, relishing in the image of your flushed, tear stained cheeks and the saliva that was steadily drooling out of your mouth around the gag.

“How was your night?” He asked, only making you more distressed. You were sobbing so hard that he could even see the snot leaking from your nose. With a sigh, he released you and walked behind you to turn off the vibrator. Your whole body sagged in relief, your muscles still twitching weakly.

Leaning closer, he used one hand to grab your ass and pull it open a little, while the other dragged through your slick folds. You let out a choked sound when he pushed two fingers inside you without warning.

“Perfect.” He murmured, slowly fucking them in and out of your drooling hole. You were still so tight, but he would at least be able to fit his cock in there. You whimpered and squirmed a little, barely able to move in the restraints, and he let out a low groan, unable to wait any longer.

Your body went completely rigid at the sound of his belt buckle, but he ignored it, opening his pants frantically and taking out his length. He moved the vibrator away for now and lined up, then immediately pushed in, forcing a strangled cry out of you from the sudden stretch.

He bottomed out with a grunt, taking a moment to admire the sight of your pussy wrapped tightly around his cock. When he pulled back, it was already glistening with your arousal. It didn’t take long for him to get desperate enough to speed up, starting a punishing pace that forced little breaths and sounds out of you with each thrust.

Once you started moaning, a smug smirk took over his face. “See? You would’ve been screaming and crying if not for my compassion.” He said, feigning concern. He reached up to unbuckle the gag and let it drop to the floor before adding, “What do you say?”

“T-Thank you.” You choked out, voice hoarse from moaning and crying all night.

“Try again.” He ordered with a sharp smack on your ass, forcing a strangled sob from you.

“Thank you.. master…” The way you trailed off made it sound like a question, but he decided to let it slide this time and focus on fucking you.

“Good girl.” He groaned, speeding up. “You’re exactly what I wanted, bitch. You still have some fight left in you, but it doesn’t take much to beat you into submission.” He chuckled, imagining all the ways he could force you to submit if you were ever disobedient. He was so excited to see your pretty skin covered in bruises, welts, scratches, bite marks, cuts— everything. He also made a mental note to brand you soon since he was now completely certain that you were the perfect slave he’s been searching for.

The wet sounds of your pussy were obscene as he fucked you hard and fast, trying to savor his first time fucking you, but unable to hold back because of how good you felt squeezing his cock.

“God- I’m already close.” He groaned, already deciding to do another breeding session in a couple hours, instead of waiting until tomorrow. “Your cunt feels fucking incredible.” You whined, but the way you clamped down on his cock was unmistakable.

“Mark the day, pet. You’re going to officially be my breeding slave in a few minutes.” He smiled, making you stiffen, then start thrashing.

“No!” You yelled, trying uselessly to escape the restraints.

“Don’t pretend like you didn’t know what you were being sold for.” He scoffed. “You underwent the fertility treatment, didn’t you?”

“Please— please don’t..” You sobbed, still trying to break free.

“This is happening, cunt.” He growled bitterly. “I paid for a slave that would give me an heir and that’s exactly what you are.”

“Please pull out!” You cried, becoming hysterical. Jackson groaned, feeling his orgasm rapidly approaching as you continued begging and sobbing.

“Keep fucking crying, bitch. It only turns me on more.” He said with a dark chuckle. This was exactly what he wanted; some fight. He didn’t want a broken, docile slave who took his abuse willingly. He wanted a slave who still had hope that this wasn’t her new reality, and you were still clinging to that desperately.

His hips stuttered for a moment, then he slammed in with a grunt, fully sheathing his cock inside you. Your pussy fluttered around his twitching length, greedily taking his come despite yourself. You were crying almost violently now, babbling out senseless pleas for him to stop, but it was too late.

When his orgasm finally faded, he panted for a few seconds, then slowly withdrew his cock. It slipped free with a wet squelch and he quickly walked over to grab the internal vibrator he bought for you. He pushed it in, keeping you plugged up, then took off all the restraints and lifted you upright. You stumbled when he dragged you over to the bed, then whimpered when he threw you down onto it.

He started with your wrists, tying them to each corner of the bed. Then he pushed your legs up and bent you in half, letting him tie your ankles to the headboard, keeping your cunt angled up a little bit so that his come could have a chance to take.

He stood back to admire you for a moment before remembering the last detail. You watched him walk over to grab a cloth of some kind, then you tried to turn your head away when he moved to tie it around you as a gag, but it was no use.

“There we go.” He smiled proudly. “Now, I have some work that needs to get done before our next breeding session so you’re going to be a good little slave and stay right here.” He chuckled at his choice of words. When he turned on the internal vibrator, you screamed around the cloth and squeezed your eyes shut, feeling far too sensitive after the rough fucking. “See you in a few hours for round two, pet.”

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