#Rogue One Imagine

[djarinsphere]

cassian andor and a small hotel room on coruscant. you are both hiding from the empire — almost in plain sight one might say. the rain is coming down hard against the windows, but the lights from passing vehicles still shine through.

you are grateful for quiet moments like these. when the rebellion seems to inch into the back of your mind and you can just be with the man you love.

his arms wrap around you from behind, beard tickling your skin as he nuzzles his face into your neck. “it’s going to be alright,” cassian whispers, calloused hands finding your own and letting them rest on your stomach.

“i would do anything to protect you.”

you know he would.

even if this rebellion was going to be the death of you, nothing could take this love you had for one another away. nothing could come between you two.

[sweetjedi]

'The stars in your eyes were all he needed.'

Darn. I wasn't ready for the amount of fluff here.

Marry Me

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Based on Sentence Prompt: #1 - “Marry me.”

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Word Count: 1.7k

This takes place after Rogue One. Everybody Lives AU.

It was decidedly quiet, not that Bodhi minded. After having been nearly blown away by an Imperial Star Destroyer, quiet was exactly what he needed.

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[toastnbutter]

i feel like siffrin would be really good at a bunch of unexpected things both from being from the island and general travelling.

like the family goes to the circus and they see someone on aerial silks and he's just like "I can do that" and their all incredibly confused until after the show he asks to try it out (and they let him bc omg the saviors are at our circus)

and he just goes crazy on that shit like he's being doing it for years. and he's just like "oh y'know I picked it up travelling."

slightly more angsty, he has an absolutely incredible singing voice, and somehow knows how to play a number of instruments. one day some kind of instrument from another country, and sings a folk song none of the family recognize, although based on the grammar it sounds like it's not originally from Vaugarde.

the family loves it, and odile lightheartedly asks "when did you learn how to play that siffrin? And where's that song from, I've never heard it during my travels!"

siffrin smiles and starts to answer, then just. Stares off for a while and says "im... not sure. i just know it, y'know?"

he tries to sound okay, but deep down he knows where that songs from. and he doesn't say because he doesn't want to forget it.

also he goes so hard at karaoke. and isabeau blushes every time he gets to hear their voice. maybe they'd serenade him with love songs teehee.

[andorerso]

Rogue One + completely accurate character descriptions [x]

for @rifle-yes, I hope this is what you had in mind! 💜

[bigolidioot]

Something about Bix and Cassian's kid growing up in a world without a deathstar. Something about their son only knowing what few memories his mom can tell before needing to be excused. Something about him growing angry at Cassian for leaving them. Something about him letting his anger slip. Something about Bix sternly sitting their son at the table and finally sharing what happened. What Cassian did, what she did. Something about Bix squeezing their son's hands as she firmly speaks through the tears in her throat. “He would have chased us to the corners of the universe to be together. If you're angry, be angry at me. I never gave him the choice to choose you.” Something about their kid being quiet, about him unable to look at his mother as he speaks “Why did it have to be him? Why did it have to be my dad?” Something about them holding each other, both acutely aware of the space Cassian should be. “I have asked myself that everyday”

[superherosideblog]

Inspired by @nyukaart 's AU

Teendad!Bruce is a part time pre-med student while also being Batman, working at WE, and taking care of one to four tiny children. Needless to say, he struggles with his classes. Regardless of how smart he is or how little sleep he needs, that's just more than a human being is capable of keeping up with.

The previous semester, he took three classes, including organic chemistry. He passed two of the classes, but a Batman crisis popped up during finals week, and he ended up failing orgo, so he needs to retake it.

Despite failing, he gets into a good study group with some really talented students, including the top student in the class, aspiring botanist Pamela Isley.

He knows that's Poison Ivy. She has no clue that's Batman. The study group is surprisingly cordial.

The kiddos crash the study group sometimes, and everyone has to coo over them before any work can get done.

As Bruce takes responsibility for a growing number of children, the study group slowly devolves from "let's all learn together" to "let's make sure this one overworked dad manages to pass."

They take turns babysitting Bruce's kids, so he can get work done. This includes Ivy, who teaches them about the plants she takes care of. Dick is convinced that this is a Robin-mission to collect intel about Ivy's work, but Bruce really just thinks Poison Ivy is one of the few people who could keep track of all of his gremlins. Plus, connecting with nature is good for the kids. He's pretty certain she won't hurt random kids who haven't done anything wrong even though she has a habit of blowing up factories full of workers. She's not *that* brand of evil.

[krennicswife]

some krennic headcanons during andor ❤︎

i am perfectly aware he has like 2 minutes of screentime during the 1st act but this man has me on a chokehold ever since i was 12 & the lack of his on-screen presence can’t stop me from forming lots & lots of headcanons in my head (also: reader is female and there’s like a huuuge age gap & power imbalance so if u don’t like it, don’t read it !)

you’re an admiral’s daughter; you’re young, spoiled, bratty, quite intelligent too but you prefer to rely on your looks and privilege to get what you want because: that’s just the easy way. from the day you got promoted from the position as an intern to a proper worker in the ISB, you began to have your head poking into things that are none of your business. whether it’s you sneaking into high-level briefings, leaning over the shoulder of officers way above your pay grade, or constantly pestering people for information you absolutely don’t need, you’re always there. this would be the first aspect a certain cape-wearing director would notice about you.

the first time krennic sees you lingering outside a briefing room, pretending to read your datapad but actually listening to classified conversations? he’s fuming; it’s like you’re trying to be part of the grown-up conversation, and it pisses him off. you're unprofessional and immature, trying to maintain your relevance with desperation while he had to work for years trying to get into the position you're in now.

his first instinct is to remove you (how romantic ikr). you’re a distraction, an intrusion, and frankly, the sheer audacity of your presence makes him bristle. he steps into the room, locks eyes with you, and with a sharp tone that matches the icy glint in his eyes, he says, “move, child.”

krennic genuinely considers you a pest at first. like, he uses that word in his head; “she’s like a fly in the mess hall. no purpose, just noise and irritancy.”

at first, he’s convinced you’re just some naive intern trying to climb the ranks by riding on your father’s coattails. but then there’s something about you. you never ask directly; it’s more like a casual, persistent probing. you drop little comments here and there that make him realize you’re not as stupid as you seem. you might be spoiled, bratty, and a bit too eager to impress, but there’s an intelligence there. something sharp, underneath all that arrogance. that’s what gets him in the end, as he doesn’t seem to be like that type that would fall for bimbos.

you catch him staring once. he looks away instantly - you grin for the next three days straight.

he starts seeing you in a different light when you actually speak up. not in a bratty way, but in a sharp, calculated way that surprises him. your questions aren’t just curious; they’re insightful. you start pulling pieces of information together, drawing conclusions from small details that most people in the room completely miss. he takes his initial impression of you as a miscalculation in his brain and wants to be more annoyed of you, but surprise surprise, the absolute opposite occurs.

at the ISB, you’re nothing special, but you’re ambitious and persistent, and that truly sticks with him. of course, you’re also gorgeous as hell, always wearing those polished uniforms and, at special occasions, the most expensive luxury gowns gifted by your father. but that is secondary (at least that’s what he tells himself).

at some point, whenever you're missing, krennic finds himself wondering where you are. he shouldn’t care, but after seeing you around a few too many times, he starts feeling the need to know where you are at all times. he’s not watching you. he’s just keeping track of your whereabouts.

one time, during a tense ISB debrief, you dare to casually ask a question that no one else even thought to raise. it’s phrased innocently - but it exposes a flaw in the current operation, something small but critical. there’s a long pause in the room. krennic hates how impressed he is. he hates that it turns him on a little.

from that moment on, he actually starts using a slightly softer tone with you, but only when you're alone. in public, he’s still giving “disdainful professional disappointment” energy.

after that, a shift happens, and the more serious it gets, the more you start to change. you’re no longer the confident, teasing intern who used to saunter around with a grin on her face, throwing questions and remarks at anyone who crossed your path. you’ve become quieter, more calculated. your peers are even starting to tease you; “you’ve spent too much time with the director. you’re practically turning into him!” “now i’m just waiting for you to grow a white cape on your own”

to him, the change in you isn’t just external. it’s subtle, but noticeable: your posture is straighter. you speak less, but when you do, your words are measured, chosen with purpose. you seem sharper in a way that makes krennic realize just how much you’ve grown since the first time he met you.

as your supervisors and parents got more strict with you, you’ve learned when to speak and when to stay silent. you’ve also learned to anticipate krennic’s expectations. you’ve become more attuned to his preferences, responding with quiet obedience and even anticipating what he wants before he says it. your submission is subtle, but it’s noticeable, and it makes him feel a strange sense of satisfaction. we all know how much the director likes to be the one in control, don’t we?

and from that moment on, you’re bound to stay by his side.

-end of part 1-

[vossn]

was discussing originswap with @revivisection and I felt like I needed to introduce you to Crime Lord Zlatko

[stromuprisahat]

Credit where credit's due- Laena Velaryon was the coolest woman of her generation for single-handedly pulling three greatest dragons of her age.

[the-senates-one-fear]

K-2SO, rebirthed after his corpse was kidnapped, was immediately bullied by a traumatised space scottish man and a more traumatised space latino

[etherealeowyn]

"You mean everything to me" - Cassian Andor x Fem Reader

Angst & Fluff

Word Count: 529

Adrenaline relentlessly coursed through Y/n’s veins as she tried to stop her hands from shaking. Trying to settle one’s nerves after a dangerous mission was never easy, and this instance was no exception.

Gripping onto one of the handles in Cassian’s U-wing, the woman tightly shut her eyes, trying desperately to force away all the panic rising within her. This wasn’t her first mission, but it was the first time that one of her mistakes could’ve potentially gotten Cassian killed. The thought of losing him was completely and utterly terrifying, considering he was just about the only person in the galaxy capable of understanding her.

Y/n had gone silent after the incident, and though she wanted to tell Cassian just how sorry she was, the words seemed to get stuck in her throat. She couldn’t even make eye contact with the man because of the immense guilt.

The woman was so lost in thought that she didn’t even notice the ship touching down on Yavin.

Cassian’s brows furrowed in worry as he walked up to Y/n, noticing just how panicked she looked. His hand quickly found its place on her shoulder, and he gently caressed it, trying to help the woman break away from whatever thoughts were plaguing her mind.

Her eyes quickly shot open, and she spun around on her heel so that she was face to face with the man.

“Are you alright?” Cassian asked, his hand gently tucking strands of hair behind her ear.

His throat tightened as Y/n’s eyes became glossy, tears threatening to spill out any second. She didn’t say anything; rather, she just wrapped her arms as tightly as she could around the man, enjoying the proximity of his body.

Cassian’s hand cradled the back of her head gently, and he placed a kiss on her forehead, knowing with certainty what had sparked the woman’s sadness and fear. Sure, she made a mistake, but he would never blame her if something happened to him. He loved her too much to do something as harsh and cruel as that.

“I’m so sorry, Cassian, I should’ve been more careful, I don’t know what I was doing,” the woman softly cried into his chest, the emotions she had repressed finally spilling out.

“Y/n, please don’t cry, my love, I’m here, and there’s nothing you need to apologize for. Everyone makes mistakes, I don’t expect you or me to be perfect all the time on these missions,” he spoke, pulling away from her slightly to look at her tear-stained face.

“I know, but I would never be able to forgive myself if I were the reason why you got hurt, or worse. Without you, I’m nothing,” Y/n replied, taking one of her hands and cradling the side of his face.

“You would have to forgive yourself because you know that I’d never blame you if anything happened to me,” he responded, leaning down to kiss her lips quickly.

She nodded when he pulled away, and a soft smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

“You mean everything to me, and nothing will ever change that,” Cassian spoke, and Y/n couldn’t help but smile back at him.

[everdoeswriting]

i looooved the darker tone of monstrosity and i really hope it gets enough hype that it succeeds as a pilot to make more.

[netflixbingger]

Hey! Do you do dialogue prompts at all? If so, could I request an angst to fluff with Cassian with some/all of these:

“Fuck, this won’t stop bleeding”

“This will hurt like hell, but I have to.”

“Hey— look at me.”

“It’s not your fault.”

I’ll let you decide all the rest, if you want to of course! Thank you for helping bridge the Andor gap 🤎🫡

Hi! Thank you for the beautiful inspiration, I hope you enjoy!

Title: Let it All Burn

Pairing: Cassian x Reader

Summary: It was supposed to be an easy mission- quick in and out, no contact, no casualties. At least that’s what Cassian told you when he asked you to come along.

Warnings: Description of blood, dying, panic.

Comments: ugh, I loved writing this!! If you have any more requests lmk!

It was supposed to be an easy mission—quick in and out, no contact, no casualties. That’s what Cassian told you when he asked you to come along. You’d been partners for years, always sent out together, always getting the job done. But you were more than partners. You were his anchor and no mission felt right without you by his side.

Though this time was different. He hadn’t been ordered to bring anyone—this was his solo mission. But he’d looked at you with those eyes, that quiet confidence and soft smile, and said, “Come with me. It'll be easy.”

Neither of you had anticipated the night unraveling like this—blaster fire cutting through the darkness, smoke choking your lungs, and blood seeping hot and heavy through your clothes.

You hadn’t made it out clean. Not even close.

…

“This will hurt like hell, but I have to” Cassian said, voice shaking as he unscrewed the cap of the alcohol.

You tried to nod, but your head barely moved.

Then came the burn.

Fire ripped through your side as the liquid hit your wound, and a scream tore itself from your throat before you could bite it back. Your body arched, muscles spasming, and then went limp against the cold metal floor of the ship.

“I know, love,” Cassian murmured, his voice tight with guilt. “I’m sorry.”

Everything around you pulsed in and out of focus. Your limbs felt heavy. The pain was everywhere—hot and suffocating—but it wasn’t what scared you.

What scared you was the look on his face. His face wore nothing but fear and guilt.

“Cass—”

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath, grabbing another cloth and pressing it hard against your wound. His hands were slick with blood, “Fuck, this won’t stop bleeding.”

“Cass—”

“Kay, you need to hurry the fuck up!” he barked toward the cockpit, panic shredding through every word.

You reached out—slowly, shakily—until your fingers brushed against his. He flinched at the touch, like he’d just remembered you were still there.

“Hey,” you whispered, “look at me.”

His head snapped to yours. And for the first time since you’d met him, you saw fear. Real fear. The kind that made his eyes wide and glassy. That made him look like he couldn’t breathe.

You gave his hand a soft squeeze, every bit of strength you had funneled into the gesture. “It’s not your fault. I need you to know that.”

“Don’t.” His voice broke on the word. “Don’t talk like that. You are not dying, Y/N.”

He cupped your face gently, his thumb brushing over your cheek like he was afraid you might vanish if he stopped touching you. “We’re almost home. Just hold on a little longer. Please.”

He rocked you gently, his voice breaking. “You’ll be okay.”

Your eyes slipped shut, your body too tired to keep fighting the pull of unconsciousness. But then you heard him—really heard him.

“I can’t lose you,” he said, voice cracking open like a wound. “I can’t lose you. I’ve lost everything—I stopped believing a long time ago. But then you came along, and you made me believe again. In good things. In the future. In us.”

His forehead rested gently against yours, his breath warm and shaking.

“If you die… I swear to the stars, I’ll let it all burn. None of it matters without you.”

You blinked slowly, the pain dulling, fading into something distant. But his words… his words kept you tethered. Kept you here.

And somehow, you managed a small, broken smile.

“You’re such a liar,” you murmured.

His brows furrowed, confused—but your thumb brushed weakly across his knuckles.

“You’d never walk away. You care too much.” you breathlessly chuckled. He leaned in, kissed your temple with all the desperation he could muster, then whispered, “Stay with me.”

The ship’s hum filled the silence, and K-2’s calm voice came through the comms:

“Cassian, we are preparing for landing.”

Your senses were dull and fading but you felt his hand tighten around yours, grounding you.

[djarinsphere]

not to be nsfw or anything but i would do anything to give cassian andor the best head of his life

[paulyenvol6]

Byka Atroksia (Chapter 5)

Contains: Kissing, Mentions of smut, Daemon being a little invasive

Wordcount: ~2.23k

Masterlist of this story

"Your mother would have been outraged, how could you do this, Vhaela?"

You dropped your gaze and closed your eyes.

"This was dangerous, irresponsible and stupid. You could have been hurt, raped, murdered, captured. I would never have thought that someone like you would do such a thing."

"I’m sorry, father. I really am."

He rubbed his eyes and his hand tightly had grabbed his desk.

"You simply can’t do such things, daughter. I was so worried about you when I saw you were missing in the morrow."

"I will NEVER do it again, father. I promise. It was a mistake and I’m fully aware that I acted a fool."

Your father walked towards you and pulled you into a hug.

"I can’t lose you, daughter. And I don’t want to ever see you hurt. I don’t even know how I’m gonna be able to let you go into marriage," he chuckled.

"I can’t let you go and give some lord the responsibility to protect you." He put his hands on your shoulders and watched you thoroughly. "You’re my sunshine, Vhaela and I fear that if I don’t protect you with all I have you're gonna get harmed."

You took his hand. "No father, I’m not. I’m not 10 anymore, I can look out for myself."

The King sighed. "I know. But it’s hard with you. I’m not saying that you’re… weak or anything. You’re made of fire, daughter, just like you’re sister. But I’ve always felt that you’re too pure and gentle for this cruel world."

He patted your hand one last time and then walked to his desk.

"Ser Lawsen, send for my brother. I think he needs a reminder of what protecting his nieces means."

You froze and wanted to slap yourself. Now you had to watch Daemon getting shouted at for something he hadn’t done. You just hoped he would understand what this was about and play along as you hadn’t been able to tell him about the story you had invented yet.

The king’s guard nodded and left the room. Only a few minutes later the door opened again and Ser Lawsen dragged your uncle with him who authentically looked like as if he had just woken up. The guard pulled him in front of your father and then positioned himself by the door again. Daemon yawned loudly.

"Brother."

Viserys walked towards him and roughly grabbed his upper arm. You could see in your uncle’s reaction that he was thinking. He didn’t know yet what the King knew and had to observe in Viserys‘ action to see if he had learned about a made–up story told by you or somehow managed to find out about the truth.

"I would’ve expected more of you, Daemon. She is a young girl and even though she was still inside the keep, you shouldn’t leave your niece alone in the dark. Dangers lie everywhere and you should’ve stayed with Vhaela and then escort her back inside to make sure she safely gets into her bed. Especially considering what she has done instead."

Daemon and your gaze met for the first time and he watched you with small eyes.

"What has she done instead?" he asked. The king wrinkled his nose and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"Vhaela sneaked in the city last night. Alone and without guards protecting her. She only just returned from her late night adventures."

"Mhmm," his brother made and his eyes remained on you. "That’s unfortunate."

Viserys let out a grunt and loosened his grip on Daemon’s arm.

"Ha, I should’ve known that you don’t find this in any way worrying."

Your uncle raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms as well.

"Oh I do find it worrying. That’s no fine behaviour for a young Princess. After all I care about my nieces. Very much so."

Viserys rolled his eyes.

"Brother. One day you’ll make me go crazy. If Vhaela won’t have done the job already."

Your father looked at you meaningful again and for the first time you raised your voice.

"As I promised you already, I won’t ever do it again."

Viserys shook his head. "I had hoped that you, daughter would simply come after me. We shall see if your influence on her, Daemon has been too significant."

Daemon’s eyes remained on you and you could see a slight smirk on his lips, but then he looked at Viserys again and lowered his head.

"Apologies, your grace. I’ll look after her better the next time."

Your father didn’t know what to say anymore and made a hand gesture that signaled him to leave.

"Yes you will. Otherwise I…. Oh I don’t know, go now, brother."

Daemon's eyen now wandered to look at you again. His eyes glistened and his mouth changed to a grin. "Princess."

With these words your uncle turned around and left the room and you realised you had held your breath the last seconds. So you exhaled as quiet as possible while your father walked around in his chambers.

"May I go now, father?"

"Yes, yes. You can go as well."

So you left the room, went to your chambers as quickly as possible and tried to get a clear head at last.

~~~~~~~~~~

Three days later

It was a quiet night with the exact right temperature. The hours during daylight had been uncomfortably hot but now as darkness overshadowed the city, it was a pleasant evening.

You sat between your sister and your uncle at dinner and listened to the King discussing political matters with his hand, lord Niclas Tully and several other lords of the small council. You silently ate your salad and tried not to be distraced by your uncle’s presence right next to you. The last days you hadn’t seen him a lot. Obviously now that he was back in the city he had gone out to see a lot of friends and business partners who had welcomed him back so you hadn’t wondered about what he had been doing. But now you sat there next to him and it seemed like his mere presence lightened a fire in you. You had avoided his gaze and tried not to look at him a second too long. It was simply… odd for you after everything that had happened between you.

"So I guess that a marriage proposal would be appropriate. Vaegon shall be betrothed to Evya Tyrell to strenghten our houses‘ bond."

"I see it exactly the same way, your grace. Lord Colren will be pleased to see his daughter betrothed to a Targaryen after the fiasco with Maenor and Brune."

"Well… we have to speak about the Braavos situation now, your grace."

"Oh not tonight, Lord Ellion."

"My king, they won’t accept the new borders. And our laws, in fact. They won’t accept our representants as their rulers."

You zoomed out again and focused on the lettuce leaf on your plate until Rhaenyra whispered to you.

"How much longer to you intend to watch this leaf, sister?"

You turned to her confused until you understood what she was talking about. You quickly speared the leaf with your fork and shoved it into your mouth. Rhaenyra watched you with raised eyebrows.

"Are you quite alright, Vhae?"

"Yes. I’m simply exhausted and would like to go to bed soon."

"You know that father won’t let you. Not with the hand and the other lords attending tonight’s dining."

You nodded and once again watched your plate. "I know."

You sat through the dinner though feeling not tired at all. You were tense and nervous but it only had to do with the person to your left. Then after every plate was empty and the guests held their fully bellys, Viserys stood up and smiled at the small group.

"Thank you all for this lovely evening. Lord Niclas, Ellion, Vamyx."

The three lords lowered their heads and everyone got up while the King left the room. One after one walked out not without greeting your sister, Daemon and you and then the three of you walked towards the door as well. You quickly looked at your sister and uncle and smiled softly.

"Good night, sister. Uncle."

Then you turned around and headed to your chambers. It was dark in the corridors and only now and then the moon shined through a window. The only sound you heard were your steps on the stone ground and you felt peaceful like this. But then, suddenly you felt someone close behind you, wrapping an arm around your upper body and pulling you into a room. You wanted to scream but a hand was pressed on your mouth. For a moment you panicked but then…. You recognised the smell of the person and widened your eyes.

"Daemon," you said against his hand but it was surpressed.

Then he let go of you and you almost stumbled. You looked around trying to get some orientation and saw that he had pulled you into the small council chamber.

"Daemon, what - You can’t scare me like this."

Your uncle smirked and came closer to you.

"Forgive me, little owl. I simply didn’t want us to be seen together so I had to be quick."

His hand connected with your cheek and he moved the hair out of your face.

"Daemon," you whispered and put your hand on his. He took another step in your direction to push you towards the big table in the middle of the room.

"Daemon, we can’t do this."

His lips brushed over yours and your pulse rose.

"Mhmm," he made and you held on to his hand to stop him from moving it down to your neck.

"Daemon," you said a little louder and turned your head away from him so the kiss was interrupted. He stopped and brought a little more distance between your faces.

"What’s wrong?" he whispered and caressed the sides of your face with both his hands.

"We can’t, Daemon. It was wrong to do it in the first place. I can’t repeat this sin."

Your uncle raised his eyebrows.

"Pleasure," he started speaking. "Is never a sin, little owl. Especially not when nobody is harmed in the action."

He ran his thumb over your temple and watched you insistent. "What happens between a man and woman when they are intimate is meant to be beautiful. For both. It is not wrong or sinful, no, it is natural. You’re a woman now, little owl. You have the right to explore this kind of pleasure," he whispered smugly.

You desperately looked up to him while he still held your face tightly in his hands.

"But we’re not married. And I shouldn’t have done something like this, that’s only supposed to happen with one’s husband."

"Say it."

You frowned. "What?"

Daemon slowly ran his thumb over your lower lip. "Say what we have done, byka atroksia (little owl)."

You shook your head. "I can’t."

He raised his eyebrows and got closer to your face again.

"Yes you can. Tell me what we have done three nights ago. In my bed chambers while your unknowing father celebrated my return only a few feet away."

You felt your hands shaking and pleadingly looked up to your uncle.

"Please," you mouthed inaudibly but Daemon didn’t give in. He merely pulled at you lower lip with his thumb and then went back to caressing your cheek.

"Go on. I want to hear you say it."

You wanted to drop you gaze, look down to your feet and just escape Daemon’s piercing eyes but his hands holding your face forced you to look at him.

"Y-You…," you started and your uncle encouragingly nodded with lifted eyebrows.

"You bedded me," you whispered weakly and heard Daemon chuckle.

"Yes, that’s right."

His mouth wandered to your right ear and he kissed you right next to it on your cheek.

"I touched you. Licked your sweet cunt. And then fucked you."

You breathed heavily and felt your cunt clench around nothing. You wanted him so badly. How was he able to make you feel like this? How was he able to turn your into a mess in his arms so quickly? He was like fire, igniting your body every time he looked at you. He pressed kisses on your cheek and then down to your neck. You couldn’t help but grab his hair and felt your knees getting weak.

"We shouldn’t…," you whined with closed eyes and Daemon abruptly stopped kissing you and looked down to you with flashing eyes. His hand forcefully grabbed your chin.

"If you tell me right now you don’t want me, I will let you go," he hissed angrily. "I don’t have any pleasure in fucking you if I continuously hear you say you want me to stop. So tell me if you want me to or not and if you want me to, I don’t want to hear another sound coming out of your mouth except my name while I pleasure you."

You felt a little scared and looked up to him with big eyes. His fingers dug into your skin and he didn’t let you out of sight for one second. You obviously had already made your decision and even though you knew you would regret it, you weren’t strong enough to do the right thing.

"I want you, Daemon," you breathed and his eyes glistened with lust.

[hijinxinprogress]

12 year old tim realizing robin’s not coming back to gotham and deciding that it’s Batman’s fault so he has to ruin the little bit of sanity and peace of mind Bruce has managed (read: struggled) to keep in his grasp: