#anyway i keep getting asked what i would want to do in an ideal situation. if money and time and stuff were no object

[lambentplume]

yapping aimlessly tonight

[suzukiblu]

NaNoWriMo fic, day one: obligatory sugar daddy Tim/sugar baby Kon AU.

Tim Drake had absolutely no intentions of ever becoming anyone's sugar daddy when he met Superboy.

This would have worked out better for him if Superboy had ever had an actual legal identity or an actual legal guardian or just . . . literally anything whatsoever in life. Ever. At all.

Just a bank account, even.

"You're working for Cadmus," Tim says slowly. "Cadmus, as in the lab that stole Superman's body and cloned him without his consent. Cadmus, which you had to break out of so they couldn't put mind control code words in your head."

"Yeah," Superboy replies like that's not literally insane. Tim stares at him.

"Why?" he asks incredulously.

"Food and shelter?" Superboy shrugs. "And I mean, I dunno, where else am I gonna go?"

Tim is not okay with this situation.

"What did Superman say?" he says.

"Just to like, keep an eye on things," Superboy says with another shrug. "Make sure they're not up to anything shifty."

Tim stares at him.

"Superman," he says. "Told you to just . . . 'keep an eye on' the dubiously ethical cloning lab. The specific dubiously ethical cloning lab that tried to put mind control code words in your head. Specifically."

"Yeah," Superboy confirms.

Alright, Tim is actually even less okay with this situation than he thought, apparently. Like, impressively less.

"Okay," he says. It is absolutely no kind of okay in any way whatsoever, of course, but he doesn't want to put Superboy on the defensive. That'd make effectively interrogating him a lot harder, for one thing. Cooperative subjects are best in these situations. "What are they paying you?"

"I mean, like, they gave me my own room and they're feeding me and whatever, so I don't really need much money," Superboy says. "There's a discretionary fund I can use if I need to go on an undercover mission or anything like that? But I'm not really the undercover type anyway."

"Sure," Tim says. So . . . no way for Superboy to save up to move out and get an out-of-lab life, then. Great. That's not fucked-up or crazy or horrible at all. "Do you like it there?"

"It's okay," Superboy says, shrugging again. "Better than literally everybody in Hawaii yelling at me every time they see my face, yeah?"

Tim wants to set the world on fire, but he's trying really hard not to go supervillain before he's thirty and he'd hate to throw out all that hard work.

"They just let me do whatever, mostly," Superboy adds. "They don't really care as long as I'm around when they need me."

He'll go supervillain as soon as Bruce dies, Tim promises himself. Just–he'll give his share of the eulogy at the funeral and then he'll blow up three-fourths of Arkham and the entire GCPD while Commissioner Gordon is on his lunch break. He can time that out, that'll be easy. And then he'll go and personally murder the Joker with the very specific combination of a rusty crowbar and a shrapnel bomb, and then he'll just . . . well, he'll just go with the flow from there, he figures. Do whatever feels natural.

Seriously, the world as it is does not deserve to exist. It really just does not.

Tim figures he can probably convince the rest of Young Justice to tag along for the whole supervillain thing and hopefully Dick and Steph and Barbara too, and ideally also Alfred, in the unfortunately likely event that he outlives Bruce. He's got time to lay the groundwork with them all and all, and also everything really is awful and horrible and really does deserve to burn.

"Are they sending you to school or anything? Or tutoring you?" Tim asks with what little scraps of hope he has left. Higher education would be . . . well, something, at least. And actually it probably wouldn't hurt for Superboy to learn a bit more about genetic engineering from the same place he got genetically engineered, just in case anything goes wrong with his DNA again. Cadmus should at least be good for that much, right?

"Ew, no, thank fuck," Superboy says, making a face. "Like I said, they mostly let me do whatever until something needs punched."

So . . . no furthered education or learning any usable job skills or making real money or literally anything that could, again, lead to Superboy ever getting any kind of an actual out-of-lab life established.

Great.

Just great.

"I see," Tim says.

"It's a pretty sweet gig, considering," Superboy says, and grins brightly at him. It's a very nice grin. Normally being faced with that particular grin would make Tim need to beat down the highly unprofessional urge to kiss it.

Right now, though, he's a little bit more concerned with the fact that his teammate is just . . . living in and working for a fucking lab. As a matter of course. Just as a thing.

And Superman of all people thinks that's . . . fine, for some reason? Like, normal and ethical and okay? Somehow? In some way?

What the actual fuck, Tim thinks to himself.

"You said Superman told you to keep an eye on things?" he asks.

"Yeah," Superboy says, his grin widening. "He took me to his fortress and asked me to do it there. Showed me around a bit, too."

"That sounds really interesting," Tim says, wondering in vague disbelief if that means Superman had never taken Superboy to the Fortress of Solitude before. He must've, right? And just . . . inexplicably not shown Superboy around then.

Yeah. Sure.

"It was awesome!" Superboy says with more enthusiasm than Tim's seen from him since they met Nina Dowd's . . . endowments, seemingly forgetting the need to be "cool" for long enough to lean forward in his seat and outright beam at him. Tim is gonna need a minute to recover from the sight of that expression, probably. "It's seriously freaking freezing up there, but there's so much cool shit in the place. Like, from all over the universe, but from Krypton, even! The only thing I'd ever seen from Krypton before was kryptonite!"

Tim considers moving up his supervillain timeline after all. Like. Just possibly. Just a little.

Maybe he can convince Bruce to take an early retirement off-planet and just go from there.

What the hell is wrong with Superman?

"Oh, wow, really?" Tim says, simultaneously pretending he didn't already know what Superman has in his fortress and trying not to be screamingly obvious about the internal calculations he's running on figuring out how to weaponize red sunlight. Or like, maybe he could look into learning some magic. That's technically an option. Probably more time-consuming and harder to hide the process of, though. Still, it's on the table.

"Yeah. He showed me some of it. Told me some stories and stuff, even," Superboy says, and that excited grin turns just a little bit shy and soft and somehow even more distracting than usual. He ducks his head just a little, and then that soft grin is more like a soft smile, and Tim suffers. "And I, uh–and he gave me something, too."

"What did he give you?" Tim asks, praying to God that the answer is "an emergency contact number" or "an allowance that can cover a semi-decent Metropolis apartment" or "an offer to live literally anywhere but Cadmus, including in the thirtieth century or on a hostile alien planet or inside an active volcano". He's technically an atheist, so the praying thing is probably moot, but times of desperation are times of desperation.

"A name," Superboy says, and his smile widens helplessly. "Like, you know, a real one."

Tim might hate Superman, he thinks. That might actually be a thing now.

Yeah, he's definitely going supervillain after Bruce dies and doesn't need an emotional support sidekick anymore. Better start stocking up on the kryptonite.

"That's great," he says with a very carefully not-forced smile of his own instead of anything more along the lines of "wait, you've been alive and active as a superhero for all this time and no one ever actually named you?!" Superboy would probably take it the wrong way, not in the least because that genuinely never actually occurred to him as being a thing before. Like–he really did just assume Superboy was keeping a lid on whatever his real name was for personal reasons or Superman reasons or something. "Are you allowed to tell me it, or is that a no-go?"

"Oh, yeah," Superboy says with a sheepish laugh, rubbing at his arm. "It's like, a Kryptonian name? Not like a secret identity one. It's, uh, Kon-El."

Of course it's not even a damn secret identity, Tim thinks in absolute frustration and abject loathing. Of course not! Why would it be?! Fuck forbid!

"I like it," he says, because he lies to Batman and therefore there is no fucking way that he's going to let Superboy–Kon–see any sign whatsoever of the metaphorical 9.9 on the Richter scale that is currently happening in his psyche. "It suits you."

"You think?" Kon grins all the wider. Tim can't even calm down enough to want to kiss him, except in the sense that he always wants to kiss him.

"I do," he says, and smiles at him again.

Kon smiles back.

Tim hates everything. All the things. There is nothing that Tim doesn't hate right now, except maybe Alfred's snickerdoodles because he might be having a nervous breakdown but he's not, like, criminally insane or whatever.

Yet.

"Yeah, it's kinda cool," Kon says, straightening up in his seat and then leaning back, clearing his throat and slipping his sunglasses back on like they're not in a literal cave right now. Tim doesn't call him on it, because he has a supervillain timeline to work out and that's much more important.

Also because the teammate he has an inadvisable crush on is in a much, much shittier situation than he ever realized and he has to reconcile that with his worldview and also his opinion of Superman. Tim doesn't especially idolize the man except in the sense of knowing he's one of the greatest heroes on Earth and a very, very good man that Bruce thinks incredibly highly of, one of the best men on the League and maybe even on the planet, but . . .

But if he's such a good man, then why the hell is Kon living in a lab that tried to mind-control him and why has he only just seen the Fortress of Solitude for the first time?

Why didn't he have a real name?

"So do we call you Kon or Kon-El now?" Tim asks, which is a bit of a senseless question but also at least a bit of a distraction. He wants to say this whole situation is a horrible idea, who the FUCK convinced you this situation was a good idea?!, but there is no possible way that Kon would respond well to that. Ever.

Also, Kon had a point. Where else is he gonna go?

Clearly not the Fortress of Solitude.

Seriously, would it be that hard for Superman to give him a room there? At least a place to stay sometimes, so he wasn't exclusively relying on the mind-control cloning lab for food and shelter and basic comforts?

"I think just Kon?" Kon says, frowning consideringly. "'El' is like Superman's last name, I guess? So I think just Kon."

"Makes sense," Tim says, internally seething. Superman gave him the "El" name but not a secret identity? A name from a dead civilization with a bit of sentimental value, maybe, but nothing usable on this planet? Fuck, you'd think Kon didn't already know his secre–

. . . Kon doesn't know Superman's secret identity, does he.

Tim had thought he was lying, when he'd said that stuff about Superman not having one, before. Thought it was supposed to be a cover or a misdirection or something. But Kon actually thinks that, doesn't he. And Superman has just . . . kept letting him think that.

Becoming a supervillain actually might be an underreaction, in retrospect.

"Just Kon sounds less formal anyway," Tim says instead of so just in theory, do you think tactile telekinesis could trigger a heart attack or stroke in a full-blooded Kryptonian, if you could REALLY concentrate on doing it? like not FATALLY, just dehabilitatingly?, because he still has some groundwork to do before they get that far into potential supervillainy. There's steps to the plan. The steps need to be followed. They're very important steps. "You don't want Bart full-naming you every time he's looking for the remote."

"Like he'd even bother, it's faster for him to turn the living room upside-down than actually ask anyway," Kon says with a laugh, dropping his head back on his neck. Tim has some thoughts about climbing into his lap and figuring out if the TTK makes him hickey-proof, and then buries them. Not appropriate. Not professional. Just not.

. . . technically, if Kon wanted a hickey, he could just let his TTK down and ask for–

Tim buries his thoughts deeper.

Much, much deeper.

"Point," he says. "So what time does Cadmus expect you back?"

"Dude, it's a job, not a boarding school," Kon says, giving him an amused look. "I don't have a curfew."

Tim, technically, hasn't followed his own curfew any way but accidentally once in his entire life, but for god's sake, is Cadmus even pretending to be raising a teenager or are they really just being that flagrant about ignoring all the child labor laws they so clearly do not give a fuck about? Like, there must be something illegal about this. There has to be.

If there's not, Tim will be adding "burn down Project Cadmus" to his list of supervillain plans to set up in advance. In red pen. Underlined.

Twice.

God, why is the world like this. Why are people like this?

"I guess that'd be convenient," Tim says, internally ranking various methods of combustion. "Though I guess it depends on the cafeteria hours, too."

"It's whatever, I can always eat later," Kon replies with a shrug. "I think I've still got a couple protein bars in my room anyway."

"Just protein bars?" Tim asks, mentally upping the amount of explosives he was considering going with. Cadmus is going to be a crater by the time he's done with it. "Don't you need more calories than that?"

". . . well, sort of," Kon says, folding his arms and looking very briefly embarrassed. "Superman doesn't have to eat, apparently, but, uh, guess I'm not Kryptonian enough for that. Actually I kinda need to eat more than normal humans, it's weird. Like. A lot more."

"I'm ordering pizza," Tim says, upping his mental explosives count again. "What do you want on it?"

"We're the only ones here," Kon says, looking puzzled.

"More pizza for us, then," Tim says.

[sethsclearwater]

synopsis: reader can’t stand her imprinter, paul, but is desperate for a hookup. she quickly realizes paul is her best option and soon discovers her feelings for him

warnings: smut, dom-ish!paul, sub-ish!reader

word count: 5.24k

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“i don’t get why you keep hooking up with that guy,” emily rolled her eyes, laughing as she took another sip of the beer she’d been sipping on for the past hour. 

you huffed, looking up from your phone to shoot her a playful glare, “listen,” you started, coming to sit down on the blanket next to her, making sure to rest your bare feet over the edge so you didn’t drag all the sand onto the blanket, “he’s good when i want a quick hookup. he doesn’t talk to me, lets me ride him for like 20 minutes and get off, and then lets me go without any weird questions or anything. it’s an amazing setup we have,” you explained before adding, “except when he bails on me like tonight,” with a groan, earning a round of laughs from emily, kim, and embry who were all sitting on blankets around the bonfire with you.

“jesus christ,” embry laughed, “i think you just need a male sex doll or something because that is ridiculous,” he teased, everyone laughing when you huffed and rolled your eyes at him, laying back down on the blanket to glare up at the sky while you tried to figure out how you were going to satiate the heavy discomfort between your thighs.

shortly after you laid down, you could feel none other than paul lahote’s eyes burning holes into the side of your head. this was nothing new for you, you knew he had imprinted on you and you weren’t particularly interested in getting into a relationship with the local fuckboy, figuring he’d just have his way with you once or twice and then be done with you. 

you rolled onto your side, looking over at him while the rest of your group seemed to get into a new conversation. before you could call him out, your phone lit up with a text from the man of the hour. you shot him a look before looking down at your phone, come over here.

you looked up at him to see him standing up and walking toward his car. you were confused, to say the least, but obliged nonetheless, getting up and following him to his car. once he got to the car, he turned around to face you, “i don’t like you fucking that guy,” he started, cutting you off with a quiet tut before you could argue with him about how he had no say in who you did or didn’t hook up with, “and i think if you want to fuck someone you should at least be doing it with someone who knows what they’re doing.” he finished, crossing his arms as he leaned against the car door, raising an eyebrow at you as he waited for you to respond.

you scrunched your nose up at the thought of what he was insinuating, “and i’m guessing you’d be the ideal candidate for someone who knows what they’re doing?” you asked sarcastically, rolling your eyes with a laugh when he nodded.

“okay listen-” he started when he realized you weren’t even remotely close to agreeing to his proposal, “i won’t even say anything. i’ll just lay there all nice and pretty for you and you can fuck yourself on me. promise i won’t bother you.” he offered, his tone becoming a tad bit desperate which had your features softening. you didn’t ever in a million years think that the paul lahote would ever come remotely close to being desperate to have sex with you. 

you let out a sigh, peeking up at him as you contemplated his offer, “you promise you wouldn’t make it weird?” you asked, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as he shook his head and you thought about the pros and cons of his offer. 

the man was pretty hopelessly in love with you anyways so it’s not like it could get much worse than the situation you were currently in. if anything you’d end up catching feelings for him which wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. or would it? you couldn’t decide but ended up figuring there were more pros than cons as the ache between your thighs increased in intensity as you realized just how desperate you were.

“promise i won’t,” he reassured, scanning your face for any signs of what your decision would be. 

he didn’t have to wait for long before you let out another heavy sigh, “okay.” you murmured, “but if you start getting annoying then i will not hesitate to leave you with the world’s worst case of blue balls,” you threatened, not giving him a moment to respond before you were heading around to the passenger side of the truck, quickly hopping into the seat.

paul rolled his eyes but was smiling to himself as he got into the car, making quick work of turning the ignition on and pulling out of the parking lot so he could make the short drive back to his apartment. the ride back was silent, seeing as you glared him into silence anytime he looked like he was about to say anything to you.

it wasn’t until you got back to his apartment and into his room that you finally broke the silence, “okay so can you just- i don’t know-” you started, letting out a sigh before continuing, “can you just lay there?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest as you suddenly got a whole lot more self-conscious about fucking yourself on paul lahote’s cock.

“yea,” he said as he walked over to his bed, turning around to lean against his dresser when he asked, “are you gonna be mad at me if i strip in front of you?” he asked teasingly, chuckling when you let out a loud huff.

“just… take it off so i can see what i’m working with,” you started, vaguely gesturing towards him with your hands so he’d get the point.

paul let out a laugh, shaking his head, “this is so fucking transactional,” he teased as he pulled his shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the side before he was hooking his fingers around his sweatpants.

you rolled your eyes before taking in his chest, letting out a sigh as you finally let yourself realize just how attracted you were to him, “it is transactional,” you explained, letting your gaze trail up to his face as he tugged his sweatpants and boxers down and kicked them to the side, leaving him completely nude in front of you, “i need to cum and you have what i need to get that done,” you added, sucking in a deep breath when you looked down at his hardened cock, realizing just how large he was compared to anyone else you’d slept with.

paul let out a breathy chuckle when he saw your reaction, “i really think you oughtta invest in a vibrator if you need to cum that often princess,” he teased as he moved to lay down on his bed as you instructed him to, resting one hand on behind his head while the other reached down to languidly stroke at his cock. 

you glared at him, “not that this is any of your business but i much prefer to cum on a real cock than some silicone toy.” you grumbled as you hooked your fingers under your shirt, pulling it up and over your head before tossing it into the pile of clothes paul had started a few moments prior.

“it kinda is my business seeing as i’ve got the real cock you’re about to cum on,” he teased, chuckling when you curled your hands into tight fists, taking a deep breath before you were reaching behind yourself to unhook your bra.

“whatever,” you grumbled, tossing your bra to the side before you were unzipping your jean shorts and kicking them and your panties off, both you and paul now totally naked in front of each other.

“so pretty,” paul murmured as he took you in, his gaze slowly trailing from your feet all the way up to your face, “now are you gonna come over here and fuck yourself on me princess?” he asked teasingly, chuckling again when you rolled your eyes but got onto his bed, making quick work of straddling his waist.

“so am i allowed to touch you? or is that off limits?” he asked, the same teasing tone still lacing his tone though you knew he was being serious with you. he didn’t want to fuck this up by doing something you weren’t comfortable with.

“yes, you can touch me lahote,” you said dryly, watching as he reached over to his bedside table to grab a bottle of lube, “oh you don’t need to-” you started but he cut you off with a quiet tut.

“i’m not letting you fuck me without any lube princess, gonna hurt yourself doing that,” he explained, not bothering to look up at you as he spoke, instead focusing on squirting a generous amount of lube onto his hand before he was stroking his hand up and down his cock to spread it. 

you bit your lip at his comment, mentally cursing yourself for agreeing to this whole situation. at the rate you were going, you were going to be in love with the boy by the end of the night.

“alright so can i finger you?” he asked, peeking up at you as he rested one hand on your thigh, patiently waiting for your response before doing anything else.

you shook your head, “don’t need you to do that,” you explained, huffing when he shook his head, looking up at you incredulously. 

“princess there’s no chance in hell i’m letting you on my cock without knowing you’re stretched out,” he explained and you rolled your eyes, letting out another heavy sigh as you dropped your head back and took a deep breath.

although it looked like you were beyond irritated with paul at this point, you were continuing to mentally curse yourself out for falling for this man so quickly. none of your previous hookups had ever been concerned with taking care of you like he had, all always focused on their own pleasure which is what ultimately led to you developing your “transactional” attitude towards sex.

though, the way paul was taking care of you had you questioning everything, “i swear i’m fine,” you reassured, lifting your head to offer him a reassuring smile for the first time all night. 

paul watched you for a moment before conceding, “okay,” he said softly, watching you wearily, “if it hurts tell me and you can go finger yourself in the bathroom or something i guess,” he grumbled and you let out a soft giggle at his words causing him to look up at you, a confused look on his face at you giggle.

“what?” he asked softly, figuring at this point you were just going to make fun of him for his concern for you.

“you’re just…” you started, a small smile on your face, “nicer than i thought you were,” you finished, “but i promise i’ll tell you if it hurts.” you reassured, sliding your hand down your thigh to give his hand a soft squeeze.

he let out a sigh of relief, nodding, “okay c’mere,” he murmured, sliding his other hand up to grip your hip, helping you lift your hips up while you grabbed his cock and lined the spongey tip up with your entrance. 

you sank down a bit on his length, letting out a soft whimper when you felt just how much he was stretching you out, your grip on his hand subconsciously tightening. with any previous hookups, you were able to easily take them without any stretching but paul was proving to be a much different story, much to your dismay.

“hurts?” paul asked, voice tight as he watched your pussy work at engulfing his cock. he didn’t want to show it for fear of you putting up with the pain for his benefit, but the way you were clenching around him had him nearly blacking out from the pleasure.

you shook your head, “just a stretch,” you murmured, letting out a heavy sigh as you went to sink further but quickly lifted your hips up at the painful sensation.

“okay, yea, no,” paul started, tightening his grip on your hip as he lifted you up and off his cock, “lay down,” he ordered as you watched him, shock written all over your features at his actions and words.

half of your brain wanted to argue with him, but the other, more curious half of your brain won out and you slowly got off paul’s lap and laid down next to him, “spread your legs for me,” he added as he reached over to grab the bottle of lube again, “gonna finger you, okay? promise i won’t make it weird,” he reassured as he squirted some lube onto his fingers before tossing the bottle back to the side.

you slowly nodded, spreading your legs so he could get his hand between them, “c’mere,” he murmured, hooking his free arm around your side so you could rest your head on his bicep, allowing you to curl into his side as he settled his other hand between your thighs, “you tell me if it hurts, okay?” he asked softly, waiting for you to respond before he was swirling one finger around your tight entrance. once he was confident that he had lubricated your entrance enough, he slowly dipped one finger inside of you, gently curling and uncurling his finger as he stretched you out. 

you let out a soft sigh at his movement, eyes fluttering shut with a soft moan as his finger grazed across a particularly sensitive spot inside you, “there you go princess,” paul murmured, reaching his thumb out to slowly press down on your clit, waiting to see if you were going to tell him to stop before he was rubbing slow, tight circles on the sensitive bud with his finger. 

the soft whimper you let out at his movements encouraged him to keep going so he added a second finger to your heat, allowing you a moment to stretch around his fingers before he was gently scissoring them inside you, “such a good job,” he praised, pressing down a bit harder on your clit which had you whining underneath him again.

while he continued curling his fingers inside you and rubbing slow, tight circles against your clit, you started to feel your first orgasm of the night quickly building, “paul-” you whimpered, not able to get much else out to explain yourself as he started to roll your clit between his fingers, leaving you a moaning mess again.

“you gonna cum on my fingers princess?” he asked softly, not pausing his movements as he waited for your response. when you only nodded and let out a soft hum of approval, he chuckled, continuing his actions till he had you teetering right on the edge of an orgasm, “you can cum princess,” he encouraged, his praise and approval sending you right over the edge to your first orgasm of the night.

you didn’t know what was so different about paul but that orgasm had you struggling to come down from your high for the next few minutes. you were too focused on riding out your high to notice, but paul had the most satisfied look on his face at how hard you came, barely able to contain his own orgasm at the sight of you coming undone on his fingers.

“there you go princess,” he murmured, slowly pulling his fingers out of your heat while his other hand ran up and down your side soothingly. by the time you came back to your senses, you found yourself curled into paul’s chest, taking some deep breaths while he murmured soft praises to you, “good stuff?” he asked softly, a teasing tone in his voice that had you rolling your eyes at him, a small smile on your face that gave away you weren’t actually mad at him.

“so now that you know i wasn’t kidding when i said i know what i was doing,” he started, chuckling when you huffed, peeking up at him to see a cocky smile on his face, “are you gonna let me be on top? or are you still insisting i be your human sex doll for the night?” he asked teasingly and you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth as you thought about his proposition for a moment.

you never really let any man be on top, always insisting you were in charge so you could at least try and get yourself to cum before they finished. but with paul, it was different. he seemed so much more concerned with your pleasure than any of your previous hookups and that had you questioning everything you’d previously believed about sex.

“you can go on top,” you whispered after a moment, pausing before adding, “but if i don’t like it we have to switch,” you said, raising your eyebrows at him when you finished, waiting to see what his response would be.

paul nodded, “promise,” he reassured, “you let me know if you don’t like it and we’ll switch,” he added, smiling down at you which had you mentally cursing at yourself for all the butterflies in your belly at his words. 

he pressed his lips to the crown of your head for a gentle kiss before he was helping you lay back down on the bed, making quick work of settling himself between your thighs, “alright you let me know if anything hurts, okay?” he asked softly as he reached out to grab the bottle of lube again, squirting some more into his hand so he could be absolutely positive the friction wouldn’t be hurting you as he pushed himself inside.

you nodded, “cross my heart,” you murmured, a hint of teasing in your voice that had paul letting out a breathy chuckle as he rubbed the lube onto his cock. 

“so am i allowed to cum? or are you gonna be mad at me?” he asked teasingly and you rolled your eyes, huffing at his proposition. 

“you can cum, you better clean me up afterward though if you’re doing it inside me,” you explained, letting out a breathy laugh when he smiled down at you, apparently not expecting you to allow him to cum during your rendezvous.

“obviously i’ll clean you up,” he reassured before adding, “do you want it rough? or do you want me to go slower?” he asked as he lined the tip of his cock up with your entrance, looking up at you when he realized you were taking a moment too long to respond to him.

you thought about it for a moment, because you had never let anyone be on top before you didn’t really know what felt good or bad for you. “it’s okay if you don’t know,” he said softly after a moment, offering you a small smile when you anxiously peeked up at him, nodding.

“alright so let’s start slow and if you want me to pick it up then we can go faster, yea?” he asked softly, knowing you’d need to know everything he was about to do to you so you could feel as in control as possible while he got you to try something new with him.

you nodded, “that sounds good,” you whispered, offering him a small smile when he nodded and leaned down to press another soft kiss to your forehead. if someone had told yourself 2 hours prior that the one and only paul lahote would be giving you forehead kisses you would’ve laughed in their face, but alas here you found yourself, absolutely loving every second of it.

“okay i’m gonna push in,” he said softly, waiting for you to nod before he was slowly pushing into your walls, both of you letting out soft moans as he sheathed himself inside you, “such a good girl,” he praised, not stopping until he was completely buried inside you. 

he allowed you a few moments to stretch around him, leaning down to press soft, gentle kisses to your collarbone and neck while he waited for you to give him the go-ahead. as you worked at accommodating him, you realized just how grateful you were for his insistence on the lube and fingering beforehand, it would’ve been a nightmare if not for his care.

“you can move,” you whispered, peeking up at him from your spot underneath him, offering him a small smile that he gladly returned, happy to know you were getting more and more comfortable with the idea of him being on top.

“okay you let me know if you don’t like it, okay?” he asked softly, waiting until you nodded before he was pulling his hips back, setting a gentle, slow pace while he thrust himself in and out of your tight walls.

you let out a soft gasp at the first thrust, this new position allowing paul to hit spots inside you that none of your previous partners could have dreamed of hitting, “that’s my good girl,” paul murmured teasingly, loving seeing how quickly he had you dizzy from all the pleasure.

“oh my god-” you whimpered, voice catching as he brought his freehand down to press down on your clit, quickly moving to rub slow, tight circles against the sensitive nub, “go faster,” you added, suddenly desperate to see the man between your thighs let himself go and cum with you.

paul was nothing if not compliant, quickly picking up the pace until he was roughly snapping his hips against yours, both of you now completely overcome with the pleasure that came with your connection, “that’s my girl,” he gritted out when you let out a particularly loud moan, whining as he pinched at your clit before rolling the nub between his fingers, knowing you’d be on the brink of your second orgasm of the night if he kept that up.

sure enough, you felt your second orgasm building as he continued snapping his hips against yours, “paul i’m gonna-” you whimpered, unable to finish your sentence as his cock brushed up against a particularly sensitive spot inside of you, sending your brain into a tizzy as you processed everything you were feeling.

“cum on my cock princess,” paul encouraged, “wanna see you make a mess on my cock,” he gritted out, dangerously close to his own orgasm that had him even more desperate to feel you come undone on him. luckily for him, all you needed to hear was his approval before you were meeting your second orgasm of the night, quickly dropping your head back against the pillows as you fell back into your own world of pleasure and rode out your high.

feeling how tight your walls throbbed around him as you came had paul exploding inside of you shortly after, his thrusts losing rhythm as he coated your velvet walls with his release, not pulling out until he was sure he had emptied every last bit inside of you. 

he knew you’d probably blow his head off if he tried anything too sentimental as you came down from your own high, so he was quick to reach over and grab the hand towel he had in his bedside table, “hey princess,” he murmured as you slowly started coming back down from your high, setting the towel down next to you so he could gently run his hand up and down your side as he brought you back down to earth. 

“look so pretty when you cum,” he murmured, a teasing tone under his voice that had you letting out a soft giggle as you focused your attention on him, still hazy from the 2 orgasms he had given you.  

“you okay if i clean you up?” he asked softly, sitting up so he could sit back on his heels while he waited for your response. once you nodded, he grabbed the hand towel again, gently running it over your thighs to clean the excess lube that had run down there, helping you adjust to the sensation before he was running the towel over your sensitive folds.

“you’re okay,” he reassured when you let out a whine at the overstimulation, moving to close your thighs but paul held them open with his free hand, making quick work of cleaning up the excess semen that had begun dripping out of you. 

once he was satisfied with his clean up job, he got out from between your thighs, “do you wanna borrow a shirt?” he asked as he pulled a fresh pair of boxers and sweatpants on. 

you thought about it for a moment before shaking your head, “don’t wanna bother you,” you murmured before adding, “i can just get changed when i get home,” you explained as you sat up, looking around for where you had discarded your clothes.

paul shook his head, “you’re not going anywhere princess,” he said as he grabbed your panties, helping you into them before grabbing one of his shirts from his dresser. you watched him incredulously, though you didn’t argue when he tapped your shoulder, prompting you to lift your arms up so he could help you into one of his t-shirts, “if you don’t want to sleep with me that’s fine, i can take the couch. but you’re not going home at 11 at night right after we had sex,” he stated and, although you knew you could easily go home if you wanted to, you didn’t really want to anymore. something in you wanted to stay the night with him and continue learning more about your new feelings for him.

“you can sleep in here with me,” you said softly, looking up at him and offering him a small smile.

he nodded, smiling back as he seemed to be content with you decision, “now what do you want to eat? we can order something if you’re hungry,” he said softly, squatting down in front of you and taking your hands into his while he gave you a moment to think about it.

you gnawed at your lower lip, not sure what to say to him as you tried to process why he was being so nice to you. you were his imprint but you couldn’t wrap your head around why he even liked you. you never gave him any time of day, and if anything were quite rude to him most of the time for fear of getting attached to him. but after tonight all your annoyance towards him seemed to go out the window and get replaced by a newfound adoration for him. 

“why don’t we do chinese? you like that fried rice from the place over by emily’s right?” he suggested thoughtfully, offering your hands a soft squeeze when you nodded before getting up to go grab his phone and a water bottle from his dresser.

when he came back over to you, he handed you the water bottle, “drink, yea? you’re gonna get a headache,” he said and you didn’t even bother arguing with him, just smiling to yourself as you took a sip from the bottle while he pulled back the covers.

“c’mere,” he murmured, helping you lay down under the covers before getting in on the other side, sitting down and chuckling when you hesitantly rolled over to face him, “you really are something else,” he teased, letting out a breathy laugh when you rolled your eyes at him.

“you quite literally have a ridiculous amount of my cum in you right now and you’re nervous about cuddling with me?” he asked, chuckling again when you huffed and glared up at him.

“i’m not nervous about cuddling with you,” you grumbled, expressing your disapproval with his teasing by crossing your arms as you continued to glare up at him.

he gave you his all too familiar cocky smirk, “c’mere then,” he teased, opening his arm for you. you sighed dramatically though you were mentally screaming on the inside at the prospect of cuddling with him, slowly moving so you could rest your head in his lap as he curled his arm around you, resting his palm lazily on your hip while he ordered takeout on his phone with his other hand.

you sighed, running your hand up to rest on his thigh, rubbing slow circles against the fabric of his sweatpants, prompting him to do the same thing against your hip, “you wanna watch a movie? the food should be here within the hour,” he suggested, offering your hip a soft squeeze, prompting you to respond to him.

you nodded, “mhm,” you hummed as he grabbed the remote to get netflix on, “can we watch that new movie emily was talking about earlier?” you asked softly, rolling over just enough so you could peek up at him, smiling and rolling back over to face the screen when he nodded. 

“c’mere,” he murmured once he got the movie on, tossing the remote to the side before he was laying down next to you and tugging you up to his level so he could spoon you from behind. he ran his hand up your side while allowing you to rest your head against his other bicep, holding you close to him.

“so are you gonna cut that guy off now?” he asked after a moment, a hint of teasing in his voice but you could tell he was being genuine in his question. you hummed, thinking about it for a moment before you were rolling over to face him, running your hands up his bare chest while you thought about your response.

you looked up at him after a moment, taking a deep breath, “i can,” you said softly, contemplating telling him your true feelings for a moment before it finally spilled out of your lips, “but i don’t think i want you to just be a hookup for me,” you whispered, almost afraid he’d reject you right there but paul was quick to soothe your worries with his response.

“i think i can do that,” he murmured, voice almost as hushed as yours as he slid his hand down to your hip, gently squeezing the fatty flesh there while he waited for your next words.

“and i don’t want you going out with anyone else either,” you added, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth after you admission, anxiously awaiting his response.

he offered you a small smile, “i can do that too princess,” he reassured, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead, holding you close for a moment before he pulled his lips away, “so no more weird transactional hookups?” he asked teasingly after a moment, chuckling when you rolled your eyes, playfully swatting at his chest before rolling back over so he could spoon you from behind again.

“you’re something else,” he murmured, pulling you close as you two cuddled under the covers, both content now that your feelings were out in the open and validated by each other.

[haespoir]

cave me in: mkl.

⨯ pairing: plug!mark x reader

⨯ word count: 1.3k 

⨯ summary: haechan introduces you to his dealer friend, and mark lee makes it so hard to keep the relationship strictly business. not that you minded anyways. 

⨯ warnings: mentions of drugs (weed), some suggestive content, i think thats it enjoy :3

⨯ playlist: cave me in, gallant / half moon, dean / wfm, realestk 

⨯ extra content: part two

⨯ a/n: im completely normal about mark lee i swear ty @markonthemoon​ for furthering my completely normal feelings about mark lee... there might be a part two. 

. . . 

It had been at least 3 hours since you had picked up edibles from Mark. Three whole ass hours, and yet he was still laying on his bed feeling less than whole. Who did you buy them for? Were you getting high with someone else? Was it a guy? 

The first time Haechan had introduced you to him he didn’t pay it any mind. You were a close friend of the younger male’s situation-ship… Whatever the fuck that was. But it was no more than that in his eyes. You were someone who occasionally bought from him, and you were always so polite about it too. And for some unknown reason, or at least unknown to him, that bothered him. A few weeks later, a not-so-sober conversation with Haechan revealed that Mark had a crush on you. One he denied vehemently. Though he guessed out of everyone he sold to, you were the most ideal to date. 

Who the fuck said anything about dating? 

Mark shakes his head as if to rid himself of such wild thoughts. “I’m just hungry,” he says to himself, thinking of ways he could fill that empty void in his stomach. If only he knew, there was no amount of food that would help him feel whole. He grabs his phone, shooting a quick text to someone who knew would also be high at this time. 

mark [11:48 pm]: ramen?  jungwoo [11:50 pm]: and netflix?  jungwoo [11:50 pm]: mark… are you asking me to hook up?  jungwoo [11:51 pm]: say less baby i’m otw!  mark [11:53 pm]: dude what mark [11:53 pm]: no, just ramen  jungwoo [11:55 pm]: mark lee you want me so bad  mark [11:57 pm]: hurry before i change my mind

Jungwoo’s texts cause Mark to roll his eyes, but he grabs his keys. “Yo, Haechan,” he calls out, peeking into the male’s LED-lit room. On his monitor, he sees a discord call and what he believes is your profile picture. Why were you on call with him? “I’m going get ramen with Zeus, want anything?” 

“Nah, I’m going over to my girl’s in a bit,” Haechan replies, smoothly muting the call as he gives his roommate his attention. “I’ll just see you in the morning?” Mark hums, and he’s out the door quickly. He doesn’t want to even think about the relationship between you and Haechan, not when there’s a green little monster creeping through his veins. 

Once Haechan is sure Mark is gone, he’s unmuting the call. “Personally, I think he’s into you.” 

Though he can’t see it, you’re rolling your eyes. “Haechan, you’re just saying that. You’re tired of me third wheeling?” 

“Listen... Your words, not mine, sweetheart,” he says simply. 

“Whatever dude,” you sigh, rolling onto your side on your bed. “Have fun with your shawty. I’m going to sleep.” 

“Just ask him to smoke you out or something,” Haechan says, like it’s the easiest thing in the world to do. “I’m leaving.” 

You hear the noise of him leaving the call before you can even reply, and you’re once again rolling your eyes. You didn’t understand how your friend was into Haechan. What a fucking brat. 

I mean, you can’t just ask someone to smoke you out, right? Isn’t that something that’s offered? You groan loudly at the thought, locking your phone and tossing it on the floor. “Fuck you, Haechan,” you think bitterly. Why the hell did he have to put that godforsaken idea in your mind? 

Because the idea doesn’t leave your mind for weeks after that night. Every time you buy from Mark, you find it harder and harder to deny your attraction to the male. His actions don’t help much either. In fact, you’re convinced you’re delusional. There was no other reason. 

You had mentioned you liked rice krispie treats, and suddenly Mark has rice krispie treat edibles. With extra marshmallows no less.  

One time you heard your friends complaining that Mark had increased his prices. Which was odd because you were spending less on weed than you ever had before. Maybe they were just buying more? 

Or sometimes there’s a small baggie of only the clear gummy bears with the things you buy from him. It’s not like you had told him that the only valid flavor of gummy bears was the clear ones. 

These things weren’t just coincidences, right? Or were they? Haechan also liked marshmallow treats, so maybe they were for him. You had taken a liking to edibles, so you weren’t smoking as much as you used to. Meaning you were spending less money anyways. And Mark said that he liked the red gummy bears the most, so surely, you were just getting the ones he didn’t like. 

You let out a loud groan, ignoring the call from Haechan on Discord. Instead, you opt to shove your face into your pillow before letting out a small scream. Mark Lee was driving you absolutely crazy. 

Perhaps if you picked that call up, the text messages that flashed on your screen 30 minutes later would not have sent you into the panic that they did. 

mark [12:20 am]: yo mark [12:20 am]: i got a new strain  mark [12:20 am]: let me smoke you out? 

Maybe Haechan wasn’t a brat, and maybe you would thank him for this at your wedding years later. But none of that matters when Mark Lee is asking to smoke you out. 

you [12:29 am]: uh yea you [12:29 am]: my place?  mark [12:32 am]: say less mark [12:32 am]: i’ll bring your favorite gummies

He does bring them, and he does smoke you out. Which is why you find yourself in the position that you do. You’re sitting on the floor in your living room, your cheek pressed against Mark’s knee as he sits on your couch. You swear he looks perfect from this angle; his hair is pushed back by a headband he had stolen from you a few days ago, claiming he thought it was like a personal head massage device. You can see the way his eyes are slightly red, and you’re sure yours look exactly like his. Most importantly, his neck is on display, and you want to do nothing more than mark it up. It takes everything in you to not climb into his lap and do exactly that. 

“You look like a puppy,” Mark says, running his fingers through your hair, stopping when he reaches your ear. He’s rubbing small circles on your earlobe with this thumb, his eyes drinking in the sight of you. “My puppy.” 

God, Mark Lee was dangerous. Absolutely lethal. You groan at his words, pressing your face into his thigh to hide away from him. Unfortunately for you, this has the opposite effect, and there is no such thing as hiding from him. The sight of you nearly burying your face into his lap like this does wonders for Mark’s confidence. 

“Come here.” It’s a demand from him, and it’s one that you quickly listen to as he guides you to straddle his lap. In this new position, Mark’s hands quickly go to your thighs; the grip he has is almost bruising. But you don’t mind it, not when Mark’s got his head resting on the back of your couch and he’s staring at you in a way that makes you nervous. 

“Sorry for making you wait,” he says, and you’re feeling a bit confused. “Haechan might have given me a hint or two.” 

The confusion is gone quickly; you were going to strangle that kid. 

Mark laughs at the look on your face, easily reading the emotions as if you were an open book to him. “Don’t think about it, we’ve got a lot of time to make up for.” 

And when Mark Lee presses a kiss against your jaw, his hands traveling under your shirt, you know you’re done for. 

[lovelykhaleesiii]

Merhaba!

If you feel uncomfortable, you can delete this request!

Warning: non-con, toxic behavior, baby trapping?

Request here! for a modern dark!aegon, where the reader has been his friend for a long time and aegon has a horrible dependency on her, as well as an obsession and mostly never lets anyone near her, since he sees her as his, anyway, the reader one day tells him she is accepted for a scholarship in another country but he gets mad because she is going to leave him so he forces her to have sex with him and also hopes to get her pregnant so she will never leave him.

you’re so cute nonnie!!!!! this is totally fine, I don’t normally write for non-con, but I’ll let this slide cause it’s kinda hot 🥵 I’m combining it with this ask, and leaning more towards a dub-con, manipulation tactic of dark!Aegon!!! hope you enjoy xx

quote in the link above is - "gentle, slow manipulation - "just a kiss" to "I'll only grind against you" to "only the tip, promise" to "just a little more" to "I won't cum inside" until you're a cum-filled wreck underneath them."

Dilemmas & Dreams.

PAIRING: Dark!Modern!Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Reader

WORDS: 4,179.

WARNINGS: swearing, angst, co-dependency, somnophilia, dub-con, slight mentions of non-con, mentions of pregnancy, time jumps.

A/N - so this took me forever cause it was a hard concept to plot. tried to make it more dub-con/non-con but still slightly consensual, just because I do not condone using violence for sex. but dark!Aeg is just my intrusive thots. I also did not include my taglists, just cause I did not want to trigger or force anyone to feel the need to read this, if it isn't your thing <3 no pressure. this is for a specific audience.

It was an universal understanding that relationships could get complicated from time to time, to say at the very least... This did not cease with your unique relationship with Aegon.

With every fibre in your heart, you love him dearly, and that [if you were being honest], would never change. He generally was not the ideal type of man you'd pursue [as you had initially assumed] nor did you think it was even a realistic possibility to fall for his type. Likewise, you did no think of yourself as his particular type, although Aegon was less picky than you when it came to finding a mate. Yet he had this almost omnipotent-like power over you. Luring you farther and deep enough, he kept you eagerly lingering for more: for more of his touch, his scent, his love and affections. An urge you attempted countless of times to keep silenced and at bay, and yet you felt the constant, probing need to keep the man sated.

With many of your short, previous relationships, you'd never granted a man the opportunity to bear such a profound effect on you, nor did any of them truly possess the charisma Aegon had naturally wielded. It was all very consuming and perplexing, yet a part of you quite enjoyed the crisp attention Aegon showered you with in return for your loyalty and commitment to him. Your long-time warfare of constantly seeking approval and praise did not help the situation either, only exploiting your vulnerability more, as you vowed to refuse disappointing the man at all costs.

And from what you had learnt and could decipher about Aegon's history, he had never grown this infatuated with another before, let alone actually granted himself the opportunity to have a significant other. His previous flings had been fleeting and meaningless, only to glutton himself off of sex, inflating his subtle ego. However, you, you had caught him off-guard. A fellow colleague and long-time friend of Aemond's, you had met mutually. You knew of each other, though had never truly met, for Aemond was desperate to keep some distance between yourself and his elder brother. He had mentioned many things about Aegon, not all good, yet you knew better than to judge or presume. In theory, you were both quite the opposites, yet something about you, your innocence, warm demeanour drew him to you, like a moth to a flame. From the many family quarrels Aemond had disclosed to you, it seemed Aegon was problematic with some sort of self-conflict from within. He struggled with certain tendencies such as drinking, partying, avoiding responsibilities, yet nonetheless, he was still pretty decent and respectful towards you. Helplessly though, you felt an immense pity for him, even if Aemond argued against it, perhaps it was your nativity: regardless, the more Aegon latched himself closer towards you, the better he became. More present at home, the less he drank and spent his days hungover and pissed, the less hostile he was towards his family.

Although, he remained a pest towards his younger brothers, Aemond and Daeron, occasionally taunting them. Not to mention, he did go against Aemond's urges to leave you alone.

"Aeg, Y/N's off limits. I have never asked of anything from you, nor have I ever really expected anything from you, if I'm being honest. But, I digress, she is off limits. Understood?"

"Why, have you finally grown the balls to actually ask her out? Or you scared she'll actually say yes to the likes of me?"

"OFF LIMITS Aeg! I fucking mean it!"

"No, no- How about I date Y/N instead, and in return I leave you alone? See now that sounds like an even better deal to me, brother."

Not to mention, you were undeniably a sight for sore eyes, beautiful nonetheless, he was determined to have you. The thought that someone else could pluck you from him at any given second, not excluding his younger brother, began to stir something rageful inside of him. The more time he spent around you, the more possessive he could feel himself becoming. A side he did not fathom existed in him, yet you had so ignorantly ignited. Although, he relished in it. Eventually, and much to Aemond's reluctance he inserted himself into your conversations, making his presence known whenever you were around, or forcing his younger brother to exploit your whereabouts with threats only each brother knew about one another. Regardless, his tactics worked and eventually, you became his. His.

Since then all had been bliss, yet, now, you were struck with a dilemma...

****

"What do you mean you could be moving, Y/N? Is this a few weeks kinda thing or you're gone... For good?" Aegon raised, his voice growing audibly louder with such a ferocity, you'd never heard the likes of it before.

"W-Well it's a scholarship, Aeg. One that I honestly never even thought possible to get, I-I just applied off a whim. B-But now that they're offering it, maybe, just maybe, I was hoping you could support me."

The words fell shaky from your quivering lips; Aegon's face was struck with a blatant concoction of confusion, hurt and fury, like a wounded predator that had unforeseen a counter attack.

"Just answer me this, Y/N, how long exactly will you be gone for? How long are you planning to leave me?"

He took a great stride towards you, his hands reaching over, tightly gripping your forearms by the sides, as if in fear you might run at any minute. His voice although stern and unnerving, his lilac eyes glistened tearily.

"It-It's a funded Masters course, Aeg, just for two years I'll be studying abroad. B-But I'll plan to come back to see you whenever I can. Every holiday, every semester's break, you bet I'm coming back to you. A-And you could even come and see me, baby. You know, I-I would never leave you like that, Aeg, you know this, p-please-"

An eerie silence was all that you were met with, as Aegon's grip on you had loosened slowly. His face remained stoic, yet his teary eyes flickered, before he began to dauntingly nod his head, walking away from you towards the closed window of your apartment. You could hear sniffles, before he released a long, exhausted sigh as he looked onwards to the scenery outside.

"So this is how you disregard me, huh, Y/N? Is this how you see me, see us? Just something you can toss to the fucking side, once you find something a little more interesting to chase after?"

His harsh words stung like the venom of a viper. Now turned back towards you, his hardened gaze was chilling, almost even threatening. You felt somewhat fearful of Aegon at this very exact moment, although he would never hurt you, that you were certain of. He was often stubborn and hot-tempered though knew to control himself swiftly. Reassured by this, you simultaneously also felt the desperate urge to coddle and soothe his fears, vouching that you could nor would ever dispose of him like some piece of garbage.

"A-Aeg, never! That's not me, please! You are overthinking this, Aegon, you'-re-you're not thinking straight, my love. I-I know this can be overwhelming but t-try to understand me. Please-"

Taking a small step towards him, you came to a sudden halt, as he took a step back maintaining the distance between. His hand lifting mid way as if to signal you to stop, swatting you away.

"So now my feelings aren't valid? Fuck, Y/N... You really are starting to sound like a real, spoilt little bitch now. Just like the rest of them fucking sluts!"

Seating himself promptly down onto the bed, he ran his fingers through his platinum blonde hair, his head facing towards the ground, as another defeated sigh escaped his lips once more. It was only when he resumed his sole attention back unto your frozen frame, did he stupidly realise that now he had really crossed the line.

"Get out," Your voice although quiet just above a whisper, was crisp.

"Y/N-Baby-I-I didn't mean that-"

"Out, Aegon!"

A tightness in your chest began to intensify, a hand falling over your left, clothed breast, as your breathing began to hasten into loud, hitched sobs. Your eyes darted mindlessly around the room, feeling as though the walls began to close in, a sense of claustrophobia that you'd never feared nor experienced before brewing. Your cheeks turning scarlet by the seconds, as your eyes began to fill with hot tears, streaking down your tender face. Cowering down your other free hand, was poorly attempting to grab at anything solid enough to keep you upright, although Aegon bounding over towards you, reached over, lending you a spare chair, guiding your shaking body over to sit, as he cowered down in front of you.

"Y/N, Y/N, my angel, baby please- I-I didn't mean that, I-I could never mean that. I'm just so-just so upset that you-you didn't tell me about this. You-You always tell me everything. What would I do without you, huh, my sweet girl?-"

Brushing a strand of your hair aside, his other free hand cupping your hot, blushed cheek, his thumb stroking away a freshly fallen tear.

"H-How could I live without you for two years, if I can't even bear an evening without you?"

And yet no response other than earning heart-aching sobs from your behalf. Seeing you in such a distraught, unconsolable state only in turn tormented Aegon, as the tears that he had once so proudly held back, now began to streak across his soft, handsome face.

"B-Baby, please. Please, say something. I-I'm so sorry, don't-don't hate me. I couldn't bear it-"

"Ugh- Just fuck off, Aegon!-" Wailing his arms off you, you shove him off, as you stand hastily, storming aside, creating that deliberate distance in between once again. Aegon slowly rises himself up, that familiar hurt look tinged across his disheartened face, he roughly wipes the tears off his eyes, leaving them puffy and red.

"Sorry? Sorry about what exactly, Aeg? Sorry, that you can't just be an adult for one second, and accept the fact that some of us have priorities in our lives other than being in a fucking relationship? To think that you could be mature about this, how foolish of me..."

"Y/N, I-"

"Don't, Aeg! Don't even bother explaining yourself... I think it's best that you just leave me to decide."

Brazenly interrupting him before he could utter another word, your hand meekly gestures towards the door to your apartment. You couldn't even find the stamina to look Aegon dead in the eyes, fearful that any tender look from his part, you'd crumble once more in a second.

Seeing how riled up and tense you were, Aegon reluctantly began to pace himself towards the door, taking his time before a firm hand reached, gripping the metal knob of the door. The door opening as he unlocked the entry, he came to a sudden stop, turning back momentarily staring at you, tempted to say something. However, just as his attention panned across to you, your focus from him shifted elsewhere, fleeting from a window to the floor, desperate not to look directly at him. Sensing your message, he remained quiet as he left the premises, firmly shutting the door behind.

As the pain-staking silence fell once more, the intensity of the situation felt magnitude that very second Aegon had left. Feeling weak in your knees, your walked back over towards your bed, laying yourself down, burying your tearful face into a pillow, as the sobs returned, only now muffled. Your mind was racing rapidly. Regardless of what had unfolded, you cared deeply for Aegon and knew that it wounded him immensely that you hadn't involved him in your decision, prior to making such a life-changing commitment. It was his life too, that you toyed with, and a deep, integral part of you felt somewhat guilty.

Although, the ugly side of Aegon had showed, and it scarred you bitterly. Would he act and lash out like this at every chance something major would come? Was it a flaw of his, that you were willing to accept and embrace? You had no certainty. The fleeting minutes became hours into the night, as you laid still in bed, empty of tears, eyes stinging, your pillow soaked and face flustered, before you'd gradually began to fall into a deep sleep. Exhausted by the day's mishaps, you were hopeful the new day would offer some consolation...

****

Whether you had been dreaming vividly enough to be stirred awake, you could not say. Although, Aegon was on your mind as you drifted off to sleep, remaining in your dreams and as you slightly woke, too tiresome to remember the details of the events in the long hours prior. You felt something heavy, yet awfully familiar, the musky scent, pressing against your body.

Followed by a soft "shush-ing", you instantly recognised the deep, low tone that belonged to your boyfriend's manly voice.

"It's just me, baby. Go back to sleep. I couldn't leave you all alone like this."

"Hmm, Aeg-" Was all that you could pathetically muster, before returning readjusting your head on the pillow. It wasn't uncommon for Aegon to find himself in your apartment after hours or even whilst you were still out during the day, for you did offer him keys, and came home to find him lounging around as if it was his own home. You trusted him enough to share a copy, and up until now, he had been loyal not to abuse his right, thus, this reoccurrence had never startled you.

"That's right, my sweet girl. It's just me... I'm going to fix everything, okay?"

Unlike how sinister and brooding his tone with you was just hours ago, you now felt comforted and safe, hearing that familiar, saintly tone of his. Like a lullaby it ushered you back to sleep, as you felt a small, wet kiss planted on your forehead, as he brushed the astray strands off your face, taking a few moments to gaze upon you lustfully, before stirring himself up.

Feeling the mattress beneath move, you sensed that he was now positioned on his knees, hovering above you, as each leg pinned to either sides of your upper thighs, faintly hearing a metal clanging, as he unbuckled his belt and zipper. You remained laying comfortably on your stomach, your back facing him, your face turned to the side against the plush pillow, he could see you just faintly nodding against his words in agreement. It earned a soft smile from Aegon, as he pulled his pants down enough, laying over you, as his bare, hard cock began to grind against the thin fabric of your dress, just between your ass cheeks. Just from the sheer action, you could feel some wetness stirring beneath, a visceral reaction Aegon found so easily he could induce from you.

"Only the tip, baby... I promise. I'm going to make it up to you, my sweet, sweet angel."

Sensually lifting your dress up, he lightly lifted you, turning you slightly to the side with one arm, just enough for him to pull your panties down: planting you back gently, as to not startle you completely awake.

"My good, good girl. Always doing so well for me, not like anyone else...I was such a dick to you, wasn't I, baby?"

Earning another simple nod, he resumed with grazing his cock over your sensitive skin, feeling its pulsating throbs against your cheeks.

"But my princess, did do something very naughty... Trying to leave me, without asking. Leaving me all alone, you know how upset that would make me, right baby?"

"Hmm-Aeg-"

"But look at you begging for me...Now what makes you think you could leave me so easily, then? Precious girl, didn't think this through, did she?"

Gradually, his firm, thick cock slowly began to push itself deeper and deeper between your thighs, as one, strong arm stretched over your side to keep him steady, the other manoeuvred your legs, spreading them wide enough for him to position himself right between your centre.

"Don't worry, Princess. I'm here now, I'm going to help you make this decision, like a good boyfriend. Wouldn't want you to overthink anything, now let me take care of you... I promise I won't go in deeper, I won't cum inside."

Feeling your eyes naturally flutter from reality and dream, as you felt a lightening pain course through your body from the sensitive spot below. Aegon had forced himself in, your walls stretching as wide as possible to accomodate for his dense, throbbing mass, you could feel yourself tightly clenching over him, rewarded by deep, growling grunts and moans from him.

"Fuck, baby. Always know how fucking good to make me feel...Now why would you ruin it, and do something so stupid? Have I been so cruel, you wish to leave me?"

"N-No Aeg-" You'd managed to softly whimper, stirring even more awake, although eyes remained firmly shut, as you arched yourself in response to Aegon's slowly paced thrusts.

"Are you bored with Aeg, that you want to leave me?"

"No."

"Have I frightened you so, you wish to run away far from me?"

Within that split second he'd uttered those words, that familiar, daunting tone returned to him, and you felt your heart begin to beat feverishly.

"I-I love you Aeg."

Now his thrusts began to hasten in response to your words, his grunts primal and louder.

"Say it again, I'm struggling to believe you. You tried to deceive me today, angel. That was cruel of you...Say it again."

"I love you, Aegon."

This time more awake and conscious of what was going on, you were too deeply saturated in being sated by Aegon in the moment. You couldn't muster a single ounce of dignity nor sanity at this very moment to stop him in his tracks, knowing what he was capable of, he had all the power in his court.

"P-Pull out, Aeg-"

Your wetness now greatly coating his deep, hefty cock, feeling the mess beginning to ooze and seep from the edges of your entrance down your thighs. As he pulled out slightly and with his help, he turned you over, now both of you facing one another, although this time, managing to maintain complete and utter focus. Resuming to his sloppy, rough thrusts, you could feel the intensity of his cock, determined to push and shove himself as deep as possible, the tip of his cock just striking that sweet, sensitive spot of your cervix.

Aegon's face lowered down towards yours, as his ample, moist lips lingered over yours. Momentarily, just grazing above one another, before plummeting down on yours, as he noticed your lips beginning to stir to speak, desperate to shut you before you could ask once more. His tongue forced it way into yours, swirling and occupying your own: this unexplainable control that he had over you, now once more overtaking you. In the moments that Aegon had left, although maddened by his words, you had missed him. Could his brutal words bear truth, that two years without seeing him, would be impossible?

"Now, why would I do that? I promised you I would help, that's what I'm going to do. I'm doing this all for us."

His lips now trailing along your jawline down to the crook of your neck, where he knew you had a weak, sensitive spot that made you close to thoughtless. You could feel a upturn smirk strewed across his face, against your skin. Regardless, you could not surmise his intention, far too deep in devious, lustful thoughts, you needed Aegon to sate you completely.

"A-Aeg-"

Within a few more long, taunting minutes as Aegon edged you on, he could no longer contain himself. Feeling his warm, dense seed filling you up, it was a feeling unlike the many, intimate times before. You both were often proactive in protection, and yet tonight, although different, it was somewhat sublime.

"That's my good, perfect girl, that's it. Did so fucking well. I need you to stay put like this for me, okay?"

Regardless, that his fill had drenched you inside, Aegon remained buried deeply inside. Somehow, managing to turn you once more to the side, as he laid himself cosily behind you, thick, muscular arms holding you tenderly from behind, as his cock remained sorely stretching yet pleasantly coaxing you inside.

"Hush now baby, my good, sweet princess. How could I ever let you go so easily, huh? What kind of a man would I be to let his girl leave like that?-"

His hot, breathless words felt soothing as he whispered against your ears, his free hand atop, once more fixing the sweat-infused tangled strands away from your heated face. Leaving a few pecks of kisses against your dewy skin.

"Now promise to get some rest for me, angel. I need you strong for my little surprise."

****

Had you known what was to follow in the early months to come, the significance of Aegon's cryptic gesture following the sex that night. How his large, rough hand found it's way over to your lower abdomen, lightly caressing it in a circular motion, something he'd never normally done before, although not unquestionable at the time... Upon awaking early that morning, Aegon explained his surprise visit during the night, grieving over the sheer thought of losing you was enough to make the man cry once more, profusely apologising for the poisonous words he'd spat upon you. He refused to leave your side, and you knew you could not stop him. Nonetheless, he was well-intentioned, and you forgave him, allowing him to spend many more nights and days to come. Too preoccupied with the decision to be made, as Aegon kept pestering you for advice and discussion, you'd forgotten the whole notion of birth control, and only remembered a few days after. Regardless, the love making did not cease, as Aegon persuaded you that he wished to spend as many hours with you, "in case you decide to leave, I need to cherish every moment with you." Poetic of him, although, his agenda was far more conniving.

****

"Aeg- I'm, I'm pregnant."

The words were as sweet as honey to his sly ears: he did not lash out nor did he act upset nor surprised. In fact, unlike the momentous news you'd dropped before regarding the scholarship, this did not seem to phase him, not in the slightest.

You both rarely spoke of the thought of having children together, being both still quite young in age, and knowing that Aegon's youth was not one he favoured, regardless, he remained pleasantly optimistic upon hearing the news.

"Baby, this is good- This is wonderful."

"B-But what about the scholarship, what do I do?"

Cupping your tender, shocked face in his hands, his reassuring smile offered you some ease, though not enough. A child, an actual child. You hadn't really comprehended the notion of motherhood, nor did you completely go against it.

"Y/N, this-" One hand now stroking the same spot on your lower stomach, now a slight swell present, as he did those many nights ago. It all clicked now.

"This happened for a reason, you can't deny us this. Our own little baby, Y/N, we can have our own little family, sweetie. I promise I'll take care of us, all of us. You can't be stressing about some scholarship now..."

"But Aeg, I really did want it."

"So you-you want the scholarship, more than a family? More than making me happy or yourself? I thought you would be okay with this."

"I-Of course Aeg, I would love to have a family with you, only you now that I'm being honest. But I just always thought in due time, I-"

"Now's the time baby... This happened to us for a reason. Maybe the scholarship wasn't meant to be. Maybe something else will come along, they're always giving out scholarships, babe. If they offered it to you before, they'll offer it again. How could they deny you?"

His words sweet, and reaffirming. It was true, there were endless opportunities to apply for degrees and scholarships throughout the years. And it seemed Aegon, was extremely on board with the idea of becoming a father. Knowing how far he'd come from the rebellious boy he'd once been, stammering into the house late at night as Aemond and you remained studying endlessly, to the confident man he was now, was astounding. His dear mother, Alicent, even knew it, and thanked you deeply, for years she had been aimlessly trying to better her eldest.

"You are making all this possible for me, Y/N. Things I never dreamt to be or the person I'd become, you are the sole reason for my happiness. And now with this baby, I feel I could conquer the world."

[dystychiphxbia]

☆ - Gym crush! pt. 3

this sucked but im so busy with uni aaa

gn!reader

characters: isagi, reo, nagi

Isagi Yoichi:

this guy is new to the gym

he catches your eye, mainly because his form is horrifying at first

where did bro learn how to squat...

you try your best to help him!!

and wow he learns super fast

like...when one is new to the gym they usually progress fast but he's on another level...

you are honestly impressed

and he's so nice too??

except when he has progressed enough to attempt a pr...yeah it's the same level of focusment as when he's playing football

and he can get angry at you for bothering him

but he will always apologize afterwards and say that he just really needed to focus

he really enjoys your company...he was a blushing mess when you first approached him and he still struggles to keep his composure when your hands accidentally touch

always spots for you but first you have to teach him how to do it

definitely talks about you to his friends

they try to get him to ask you out but he always says that you are just his gym crush, no way you return his feelings (but you do)

and your thighs...he WILL be looking at them.

Mikage Reo;

now let's be real...this guy has his own personal gym for sure

but let's say one of his friends drag him to a regular gym....for plot reasons

rich boy is shocked

but you catch his attention...you are so elegant...you dont fit in with all the gym bros

now the problem is he wants to talk to you...would it be weird? can he just invite you to his gym instead?

he overthinks too much

you notice him too, he looks out of place and his gym etiquette is lacking

he forgets to rerack his weights and you immediately go remind him

"oh...im used to not having to rerack them at my own private gym...thanks for the heads up."

nah not the entitled rich boy

but you are a bit jealous...especially when you are waiting for the leg press to be free

reo hates working out in a packed gym but he just cant get you out of his mind even couple days later

his friend says you come often during the peak times and always seem pissed off about having to wait between machines...

so, he returns to the gym once more with a plan

and there you are....waiting for a free squat rack

you were quite surprised to see him...why would a rich boy with his own gym return to a regular gym during peak hours?

once you start racking your weights, reo comes up to you asking how many sets you have left

"bro. i just started. you saw me." "well lemme squeeze in between ur sets yeah?"

you dont like sharing. but the gym is packed. so you give in.

reo keeps talking to you and you realize that he's actually nice

sure he's rich and entitled and has no clue about how the life of a poor commoner is, but you enjoy talking with him

and the way he throws in a few flirts, and makes sure to compliment you...you are a goner

you end up doing your entire routine with him, getting to know him more

you can't help but notice the way he looks at you...and your body

by the end of the workout, he drops the big question

"wanna ditch this gym and workout at mine?"

he promises you can workout for free...ofc you say yes cause that means you can save money

so you save money and he gets to see you almost everyday...an ideal situation!

honestly in the end you care more about seeing reo than saving money...

Nagi Seishiro;

nah who got this man to the gym

again...let's say a friend forced him to come along...for plot reasons...

he does not want to be there

like yes he has his goals that he wants to achieve, but a packed gym is just too much

you see him occupying a machine you need for like 10 mins just being on his phone so you go up to him

he's confused but lets you have the machine, he wasn't really using it anyway

honestly he seems kinda lost

like he doesnt actually know what to do. since he was already dragged to the gym, he should do something useful but he doesn't know what

and you notice...and kinda feel bad for him...he looks like a lost puppy

so!! you help him out!!

you dont know much about football but you help him figure out what he should do at the gym to improve :)

he actually appreciates your help. and you see him come to the gym more and more

this is nagi we are talking about so it's a miracle that he actually keeps coming back

but the thing is that he really wants to see you!! you motivate him

you always smile so brightly when you see him. he just can't get enough of that smile.

everything is less of a hassle with you around!

[shurisluv]

can you write amber x reader plsssss

sure! you didn’t ask for a specific theme but i hope you like this!

I know you’re mad but kiss me in the rain.

fluff and angst.

amber freeman x reader

Amber has been mad at you all week for you ghosting her without an explanation. Well, that was a little exaggeration. You left her on read for most of the day and then disappeared off to god knows where the next morning.

The reason you have been ghosting her is that you needed time for yourself. You had to admit, she was clingy. It wasn’t so much the fact that she would beg every five seconds for cuddles as it was the constant ‘are you coming back or what’s wrong?’ from her. The last thing you wanted to do was to make things worse and upset Amber further than they already were.

It was a Friday morning when you texted her if you could come over. She left you on seen, meaning that she was still mad at you. Of course, Amber never got mad. She was always too forgiving and understanding about everything. This just made you feel even more guilty, because now she was thinking that you had abandoned her again.

You looked at the window and saw rain pouring down outside. Not exactly ideal weather. The forecast called for sunny skies and warm weather throughout the week, but there was a chance that some of these conditions would be canceled out due to the heavy rainfall. You knew that you probably wouldn’t get to spend much time with her, considering how bad your luck had been lately.

Tears started flowing down your cheeks as you sat on the bed. This wasn’t fair, this wasn’t right. All Amber ever did was love you unconditionally. Sure, she might have been a bit overly dramatic, but in any other situation it wouldn’t matter.

You just needed space and you might’ve took it for too long. Now that you finally had enough space, you regretted leaving Amber behind. She deserved better.

You needed to apologize.

So you got dressed and headed out to your car. The rain continued pouring down relentlessly. Your windshield wipers weren’t doing much good here. You drove to Amber’s house in record time, knowing that you may not have another opportunity like this.

The tears were still flowing down your face as you got out of the car. The sky had begun to turn dark grey, which indicated that it wasn’t going to stop raining. You ran up to the door to Amber’s house. You pounded on the door as loudly as possible. There was no answer. You knocked again and tried to open the door.

“Amber please open the door…” you whined, hoping for some sort of response. You heard shuffling inside. “Please let me in… please I need to talk to you…” You waited for a moment but none came.

You slumped down on the porch with your head in your hands. How pathetic could you possibly look right now? Amber was going to hate you. She hated when people broke promises especially ones that you made. You had broken her heart after all.

You cried harder as you heard thunder rumbling in the distance. Rain started pelting down harder, soaking you through to your skin. It felt cold, colder than you expected it to, but you didn’t mind. You deserved this. You deserved to freeze to death while being soaked to the bone by the rain. But you didn’t want to die, not yet anyway. What you really needed was someone who loved you to hold you and tell you that it would be okay. And you didn’t think that someone could be Amber.

She was too forgiving and understanding and kind. She was far too accepting to understand that you couldn’t love her like she loved you.

With all of those thoughts swirling in your head you couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore. Everything was starting to blur. A small noise pulled you from your slumber.

Was that...?

Your eyes opened as the door unlocked and swung open. Standing in front of you was Amber. She wore only pajama pants and her hair was mussed. Her expression turned into one of surprise when she saw the state you were in. Then confusion washed over her features and she knelt in front of you to help you stand.

“What are you doing out here? Are you alright? Did something happen?”

You got up off of the ground and hugged her tightly. “I’m just really sorry for ghosting you all the time…” Tears spilled down your cheeks and onto Amber’s shoulder.

Amber sighed. “It’s fine. Really. I know it isn’t your fault. I mean, I’m not mad anymore...but I guess I don’t know why you kept doing it.”

“You were too clingy and I just wanted some space.” Your voice cracked as you said that. You pulled away from the embrace to try to wipe the tears off of your cheeks and face. But they just kept streaming down, so you just gave up trying and allowed them to keep falling. They were wetter now though.

“Baby, you should’ve told me…I would have understood.” Amber wrapped her arms around you and held you close, stroking your head gently.

“So you forgive me?” You asked, sounding hopeful.

“Of course. Why shouldn’t I?” She kissed the top of your head and then pulled away slightly to meet your eye contact. You smiled sadly then nodded, allowing tears to fall once again from your eyes.

She leaned in for a kiss and you reciprocated. It was perfect. Perfect for the first time since the breakup, at least. Amber held you until your breathing became easier and steadier. As she broke the kiss, your eyes fluttered shut and you leaned your forehead against hers. Both of you laughed softly as you regained composure.

She suddenly grabbed your arm and pulled you guys in the rain together. The water immediately soaked both of your clothes and hair, but neither of you cared. You stayed out in the rain with her, holding each other under the rain, feeling happy and safe and secure in each others embrace.

You didn’t want anything else.

this is my first fanfic I ever wrote on here! feedback would be appreciated!

[nahoney22]

I would be eternally grateful if you would write GN(afab)!reader/tech NSFW with the prompt:

“aren’t you tired?” “i’m fine. don’t worry about me.”

I love your work!!!

3000 Prompt List Celebration

Tech X GN(afab)!Reader

word count: 1.5k

NSFW

prompt:

“Aren’t you tired?” • “I am fine. Don’t worry about me.”

warnings: NSFW. 18+ only. Smut, established relationship, soft sex, Tech is sexually frustrated. They/Them pronouns but female genitalia. Creampie. Praise. Swearing.

authors note: I can only apologist for the delay. Thank you for the support always. @dangraccoon

Times have been incredibly difficult for all of you. The Empire's relentless pressure has forced you to flee and seek safety wherever possible, leading to uncomfortable sleeping arrangements and living situations.

The Marauder, though far from ideal for more than five people to live on, serves as a refuge to keep everyone safe. Amidst all this, you've noticed that Tech, your other half, appears particularly burdened. Fatigue has taken a toll on his once bright eyes, and his demeanor has grown more irritable. While you suspected these changes were due to the challenging circumstances, a part of you suspects something deeper.

You’re about to enter the cockpit when you hear some hushed voices from ahead and upon closer inspection, you realise you were the topic of conversation.

“I don’t want to bother them with my problems.” Tech replies to who you assumed was Wrecker due to his booming voice.

“If you don’t tell them, they will pick up on your issue anyway.”

Curiosity piqued, you decide not to eavesdrop any longer and step into the cockpit, hands on your hips, standing behind the two clones. "What's going on?"

Tech swiftly turns to face you, while Wrecker, clearing his throat, claims he needs to prepare for assisting the others with a task—a half-truth he seizes upon to evade an uncomfortable conversation.

"Oh, darling, you're here," Tech remarks, blinking at you, prompting you to raise an eyebrow and tilt your head to the side.

"Yeah, I've been here for the last nine months," you tease, albeit with a hint of seriousness, as you observe him growing visibly uncomfortable in his seat.

You scrutinise him and fold your arms over your chest. "Tech, are you alright?"

"What makes you think otherwise?" he asks before adjusting his collar and clearing his throat.

You pause, watching him intensely before moving to sit opposite him where Wrecker once sat. "Well, for the past few days, you've been a bit on edge. You look exhausted," you state, cutting to the chase without beating around the bush.

He clears his throat again, tugging at his uniform collar once more. "Lack of sleep seems to be a prevailing issue these days, but I must say I don't feel tense, as you suggest."

"Uh-huh?" you respond skeptically, unconvinced by his answer. "Then what were you and Wrecker talking about?"

"Darling-"

"Tech, tell me," you interject, refusing to listen to his denials that everything is fine when it's evident that something is amiss, and your concern is growing.

He lets out a dejected sigh, knowing you won’t back down from this. So rising from his seat and closing the cockpit door, he turns to you.

"The reason I've been so tense is that I haven't been getting enough sleep, that ouch is true. And neither has anyone else, for that matter," he confesses, shaking his head. Your sympathetic smile encourages him to continue.

"But the main reason for my current state is because I am sexually frustrated."

You blink, taken aback by his admission. Part of you assumes he must be joking, but the seriousness etched on his face tells a different story. As your gaze scans his figure once more, you notice his hand moving lower, revealing his painfully aroused state.

"Oh, honey, why didn't you just say so?" you respond, standing up and slowly approaching him. With your left hand, you gently cup his cheek, looking into his eyes.

"All you had to do was ask. I am yours remember? Always." You say, a light laugh escaping your lips. He chuckles too, reaching up to hold your hand against his cheek, giving it a soft squeeze.

"You're right," he acknowledges matter-of-factly. "We've been too consumed by everything going on and far too preoccupied to engage in any sexual activity anyway."

You still, genuinely unable to recall the last time the two of you were intimate. He's correct; both of you have been exhausted and burdened with worries. Additionally, the cramped confines of the Marauder hardly provide the ideal setting for such… activities.

An idea swiftly enters your mind, and a mischievous spark illuminates your gaze. "When are we all supposed to go on that mission?" you inquire, looking up at him through your lashes, a flirtatious glint in your eyes.

"In approximately thirty-seven minutes," he responds, intrigued by the look in your eyes.

You let out a hum of amusement and slide your hands around the back of his neck, drawing yourself closer to him. "Why don't you and I stay behind? We can claim that we need to...uh...fix something together," you suggest with a suggestive wag of your eyebrows, feeling the heat rise within you at the mere thought of having some intimate time alone with Tech.

He raises an eyebrow, pondering your proposition as he pinches his chin in thought. "I suppose that's something we can arrange. Although I must warn you, Wrecker will undoubtedly figure out what we're up to."

"So what?" you shrug, dismissing any concerns. "Sex shouldn't be considered taboo."

A smile spreads across Tech's face, the weariness in his eyes replaced by a flicker of desire. His arousal intensifies, evident in his pants. "I will talk to Hunter immediately," he asserts, leaning down to plant a tender kiss on your lips before exiting the cockpit. His purpose is clear—to secure some precious alone time with you.

Anticipation bubbles within you as you eagerly await the rendezvous. This intimate encounter is undoubtedly something you are eagerly looking forward to.

Despite the knowing looks from Wrecker as the others left, you and Tech were finally left alone.

Finding yourselves alone in the cozy confines of the cockpit, your bodies are entwined. With you straddling his lap, your legs on either side, the intensity of your passionate kissing leaves both of you breathless, your ragged breaths mingling in the air.

You press your body against his, moving in a tantalising rhythm and grinding down on his crotch which elicits soft moans that blend into the passionate exchange.

Each sound he pours into your mouth fuels the fire within you, igniting a shared desire that has been building up for far too long. Breaking the kiss momentarily, you whisper against his lips, your voice filled with longing, "I can't believe we're finally alone. It's been too long." As his fingers dig into your hips, you melt further into his embrace.

He stands, lifting you at the same time before walking towards the ship's control panel and placing you on top. His lips trace your jaw all the while your hand palms over his pants, rubbing at his throbbing erection that had been hidden away for too long.

“I am going to treat you so right, darling.” He grunts under your touch and a small smirk plays on your lips.

“Aren’t you tired?”

“I am fine, don’t worry about me.” He chuckles, sliding your shift off your shoulders and sighs heavenly at the sight of your nude and beautiful skin. “Like I could ever be too tired for you, anyway.”

You wanted to hit back with a remark but instead you let out a soft moan as his lips latched to one of your stiffening nipples, tongue flicking expertly over it. Your head tilts back, eyes fluttering closed as tingles shoot all over your body.

Soon enough, you’re both naked and Tech wastes no time in spreading your legs, lining his cock up with entrance before slowly pushing inside of you, almost bottoming out immediately at the sensation. “You’re positively soaked, darling.” He rasps, hands holding your thighs apart as he watches his cock slick up with your arousal, slowly moving in and out of you.

You hiss due to it being a while since you last had sex with him and with every slow penetration, you could feel him stretching you. “Tech,” you whimper, legs threatening to close despite how good it felt but he kept them open until he place each leg over his shoulder and rocks his hips back and forth.

“That’s it darling, you’re doing so well. Us having intercourse is much needed to release -ugh fuck - tensions.” He sighs, eyes locked on your eyes until he watches the rise and fall of your chest with every thrust he planted into you.

Your back scraped against every button, switch and lever but you didn’t care. All you wanted was to just love him like you always did. Eventually, your legs slip off from his shoulders and you’re being spun around, bent over and taking his soft thrusts from behind. He leans over your back, kissing along your spine and even planting gentle love bites to your shoulder.

Non-surprisingly, your intimate endeavor was shortened than usual as his grunts became more frequent, thrusts becoming staggered and labored as he whispers words of appraisal into your ear.

Your needy cries of ecstasy spurred him on until he couldn’t last no longer, his climax hitting and releasing his long-awaited pleasure into you until he fell forward, chest to your back.

When he pulls out of you, both of your legs are shaky but he pulls you to him, hugging you close as both of you control your breathing. “I think it is safe to say that I believe I will get a good rest this evening. ” He smiles warmly, cheeks a little warm from finishing earlier than he would usually but you didn’t mind at all.

It was what you both needed. “Me too, sweetheart.”

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Turmoil; Chapter 7

Roman Roy x Reader

a/n: catch the easter egg hehe

Word Count: 2.60k

Just one day, you tell yourself. One day to forget about all the bullshit in your life and just enjoy yourself. It is a party in your name, after all.

After some moaning and groaning from Roman, you manage to drag him out of bed and get him ready. You stand, hips touching, as he messes with his cologne and you put in your earrings.

“You know some shit is going to happen today,” he mutters.

“Why would you say that?” you chide. “We should be relaxed. It’s our last night here.”

“Murphy’s Law, Y/N.”

“I didn’t know you were smart enough to know what that is.” He smacks your shoulder lightly. “What? I’m being honest,” you tease, smoothing out the wrinkles in the dress you’d picked out a few days before.

“I’m extremely intelligent, just so you know.”

“Sure, Roman.” You laugh.

“I’m the one who got Connor’s watch. And…,” he says conspiratorially, winding an arm around your waist and pulling you flush against him. “I got someone’s personal bank records.”

“I love it when a man commits federal crimes for me,” you say faux-dreamily, smiling at him.

“Y/N, it’s not illegal, if I, er, found them.”

“We’ll talk about it later. I want a stress-free night.”

“Murphy’s Law,” he repeats. “What can go wrong will go wrong.”

“Is it too much to ask of your father to keep his opinions to himself for one night?” you ask, sighing. You perfect your look in the mirror before stepping away form Roman.

He follows you out the door, his fingers subtly intertwined with yours. He’s warmed up to your touch- not that he’s ever not liked it. Kissing, apparently, is still out of the question. You’d realized when you tried giving him a peck good night before bed the other day.

You can’t even begin to count all the people in attendance tonight. You don’t know most of them, as you’d expected, which makes your job more difficult. You have to make yourself look good- and Logan.

You mill about, doing what Roman refers to as ‘standing there and looking so damn pretty’, watching the crowd. He’d scuttled off in the name of finding desserts, leaving you to yourself and your thoughts. Logan had spared no expense for his son- chandeliers were lit, servers were flitting here and there, tables upon tables of food were laid out.

While your situation is less than ideal, you’re able to appreciate nice things when they come.

You idly sip from your glass, letting your gaze rake over the crowd. Logan is sitting by himself off to a corner, seemingly trying to gather his strength to even get up. You wonder where Marcia is, and you briefly feel a pang of sympathy. Only briefly.

Shiv is more than likely flirting with some random guy, you tell yourself, Kendall probably asleep in a separate room. Connor is entertaining his own circle of guests, in his element. He makes weird flapping motions with his arms, and you’re thankful you weren’t pulled into that conversation. Greg is happily munching on an assortment of treats. You’re delighted he’s gotten a break. He’s a good man; he deserves it.

Your gaze snags on a strangely already-balding young man. Before you’d left for this party, Roman had shown you a headshot of the accountant Connor was working with. He seemed freshly out of college, but both his face and certain records you’re sure you’ll be able to dig up say otherwise. If anything, he was suspicious.

To your dismay, he makes his way over to you. You hope this won’t be a repeat of the charity gala- you don’t think you’ll be able to control yourself this time. This guy has a punchable face, anyway.

“The future Mrs. Roy,” he says heartily. You lazily raise your glass to him. “I’ve been keen to meet you.” He talks like an old man, too. “I’m the one who directed my client to you when his things got stolen at the hotel.”

You straighten slightly. “Were you, now? I thought it just came with our… familial ties.” You flash your engagement ring at him.

“I mean, of course that’d be the natural course of thought. Regardless, I had to make sure he went with the best, and you’re the best.”

You’re certain he’s trying to kiss your ass. The question is why. You fold one of your arms over your torso and regard him. “Who are you, again?”

He straightens his blazer and extends his hand out to the one you currently have holding your glass. Jerkily, he puts it back down by his side and says, “Peirce Thompson. Thompson & Thompson Accounting and Banking.”

“What a firm name,” you say blandly.

“My brother and I started the thing up from our bedroom way back when, and the name’s just stuck.”

“So you’ve been around a while, then?”

“Oh, ages, absolute ages.” He dusts off an imaginary bit of lint from his shoulder. You press your lips together.

“Why haven’t I heard of you, then?” you ask carefully.

“Psh, your type of law and my finance rarely collide,” he says condescendingly. “We’re in two different worlds, sweetheart.”

Trying not to recede into yourself, you give him a strange look. What he’s saying is bullshit- you know your way around economics, and you run your own firm. Clearly, you have a handle on finance. “If you say so.”

As if Connor’s shenanigans couldn’t get more confusing. This accountant banker bitch reeks of fish- both figuratively and literally, unfortunately.

“I’ve been meaning to ask. Have you ever personally taken care of many fraud cases?”

“Depends on the kind of fraud we’re talking about.” You manage to catch Kendall’s eyes over Peirce’s shoulder. You subtly widen and release your eyelids, trying to get him to come over.

“Er, tax fraud.”

”Sure I have. Why do you ask?” You turn your gaze back to his.

“Only wondering. Some issues are arising with… clients.”

“Clients, huh?”

Thankfully, before he can say anything, Kendall claps his hand over Peirce’s shoulder. “I didn’t think you’d be here today,” Kendall says stiffly. “Funny you’d show your face after raking up the interest for my dad by ‘forgetting’ to pay his taxes.” You have to keep yourself from laughing. Kendall continues. “You’ve met my sister? Trying to weasel your way into her finances, too?” He shifts to stand shoulder to shoulder with you. Your heart warms when he refers to you as family.

Peirce grits his teeth. “Lies don’t look good on you, Mr. Roy.”

Kendall snorts before pressing a hand to your back and guiding you away. “Thanks,” you murmur to him as you both slip away.

“He makes me want to rip my hair out. I’ve got you.”

You both make your way to a table, taking seats. You’d been standing for so long your feet were aching. Roman finds you and pulls a chair up right next to yours, and when he sits, he makes sure his leg is touching yours.

Kendall takes note, his eyes flickering from you to Roman. “What happened to ‘I’m going to kill her before I let her near me?’”

You laugh. “You said that?”

“I say lots of things I don’t remember.” Roman pushes a plate piled high with sweets towards you. “I didn’t know what you’d like, so I got you everything.”

You give his knee a pat. “I appreciate you trying, Roman, but that’s way too much.”

“We’ll all share,” he insists. Kendall smiles, taking the miniature slice of German chocolate cake and setting it on his place.

“My wife catered,” he says simply. “She owns that bakery you like, Y/N. The one always open on the holidays.”

You smile softly at him. You’re happy that he’s happy. You and Roman pig out on the sweets, chattering comfortably until his eyes catch someone as they cross the room.

He somehow manages to smack Kendall’s chest from across the table and stares back into the crowd.

You and Kendall both follow Roman’s gaze. You just barely catch Marcia as she slips out of the main atrium, a man in tow.

Kendall must see something you don’t. “Give me your fucking phone,” he says quickly. Without thinking, you hand it to him and he power walks after her. You and Roman follow, albeit much slower because Kendall already looks crazy.

Kendall’s leagues ahead of you at this point, but he’s slow enough that you and Roman can tail him. You wind through the corridors until the three of you have stopped in an eerily empty hallway. Kendall is peeping into the sitting area that dead-ends the hall, and almost immediately doubles back, seemingly sick. He steels himself, then takes your phone and sticks it through the doorway and starts filming.

Peeking over his shoulder, you wince.

Marcia has a fuck buddy, and it isn’t Logan Roy.

As desperately as you want to get rid of the image of Marcia having sex from your brain, you can’t. It simultaneously makes you want to puke but also, disgustingly, elated that you now have something over her- and by proxy, Logan.

After an excruciating five minutes, the three of you had gone back to the party. You and Roman had danced a bit, and he’d admittedly embarrassed you with his extremely out-of-date moves. Despite it all, you’d found yourself laughing and having more fun than you’d had in ages.

Now, you’re struggling to unzip the back of your dress. Roman’s stooped over the sink, aggressively washing his face.

“Rome, you’re going to rip it off. Calm down,” you manage, tongue between your teeth as you continue to attempt to pull down the zipper.

He pats his face dry with a towel. “I’m being thorough.” Without being asked,he comes over to you and tugs the zipper open. “You should wear that more often.”

“I literally just got it.”

“Yeah. Keep wearing it.” His hands go to sit on your hips, gently rubbing.

“What’s with the affection all of the sudden?” He settles his face into your shoulder as you move to put your hair up. “Not that I’m complaining.”

He’s quiet for a moment. “Getting more comfortable,” he says into your skin. “I don’t… I’ve never had a relationship like this. Where we genuinely liked each other.” You stay silent, letting him gather his thoughts. “I’m just scared. But we’ve been over that before.”

”You can always tell me how you’re feeling,” you say softly.

“I don’t want to get hurt. I don’t think I’ll physically be able to handle it.” Roman pulls away from you, padding into the bedroom. You quickly change into your pajamas before following him, slipping under the covers by his side. “I also don’t want to hurt you,” he says quietly.

“What makes you think you’ll hurt me?”

“I don’t exactly have the greatest track record with relationships, do I? Behind all that hoity toity lawyer stuff, you’re so horribly kind. It makes me sick, honestly.” He’s facing you, pain flickering across his face. “People have never really liked me for me, you know? It’s always just for my money, or my brother, or Dad. It’s like… it’s like I’m not even here.”

You take a moment before responding. “I see you. You work hard, Roman. I should express my appreciation more.”

You’re right. Despite your consistent bickering in the beginning, Roman was dedicated to what you were trying to do together. Like clockwork, he’d have paperwork on your desk or news articles sent or even a mug of coffee. Recently, too- he’d helped you confirm Connor was lying, and now he apparently has dirt on his finances- and financier.

“Even though you’re honestly a jerk, I think deep down under all of that clownery you’re a good guy,” you murmur.

“You’re so backhanded,” he complains, reaching across you to pull you into him. His arm wraps around your back, the other sitting on the back of your thigh as he shifts you on top of him. You set your cheek on his chest.

“Really, Roman. I think you’re too hard on yourself.” His fingers trace circles into your skin.

“I don’t even know what I’m talking about.” You catch your eyes drooping as he speaks. “I want to try this. Seriously. Actually.”

“You can,” you murmur back. “We can.”

“I want to start acting like a real couple. I want you to trust me, to feel safe with me.”

You sigh happily as his fingers continue their ministrations. “I already do.”

“That makes you kind of stupid, really.” Roman presses a hesitant kiss to your head. “Like you said, I’m a jerk, and on top of that, I’m vain, self absorbed, wickedly good looking…”

“Oh, shut up.” You laugh lightly into his chest.

He does, for a few moments. “Y/N?”

“Hm?”

He gently takes your chin, tilting it up enough so he can look at you. You can tell he’s fighting with himself in his mind. Shakily, he presses his lips to yours.

It’s a stiff, awkward kiss, and he pulls away quickly.

“Good night, Y/N.”

☾𖤓

The next morning, you’re leaning against the wall, fighting off sleep. Your flight is bright and early, and therefore so are you. Roman insisted to carry all of your luggage out to the car, so you stand in the foyer, avoiding the outside chill of the morning. You and Greg talk about nothing while Kendall stares into his empty coffee cup, Shiv on his other side, teeth chattering.

“Hey, I’ve been meaning to tell you- I’ve gotten a few bank statements I want you to take a look at. Don’t worry about them now, though. I don’t want you stressing until we get back. I mean, I don’t want you stressing at all, and I’m just trying to preserve the peace until we get back to the States. I mean- I don’t know what I mean.”

You give his arm an affectionate squeeze, and he rubs the grogginess from his eyes.

Roman shuffles back in, his breath clouding out in front of him before he steps back into the heat. “Santa took a fat shit outside.”

“How poetic,” you mutter in response. “You have such a way with words.”

He waits for the other three to file out of the foyer before pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Just for you.”

The flight back is lethargic. Nobody wants to get back to work, least of all you. Roman’s sprawled across your lap, and you idly scratch at his scalp. Kendall sits on your other side, slumped against you with his blanket pulled over his head. Shiv once again sits across from you, her legs once again propped up on the side of your lap Roman isn’t occupying. Greg has a sofa all to himself, his legs sticking off the end as he snores lightly.

Logan, again, had elected to take a different flight. It’s for the better, anyway.

“You think I can hire a hit man without getting arrested?” Shiv asks you nonchalantly.

“I want to see you try.” You give her ankle a pat. “You’ll do great,” you tell her sarcastically. “I’ll be so excited to come see you during prison visiting hours. If you get any.”

“Oh, be quiet. I’d execute it perfectly.”

“I really do hope you’re joking. Do you know how stupid people who hire ‘hit men’ are?” you ask, making air quotes with your free hand.

“What? It’d be fun, I think.”

“Stop thinking, then, Shiv.”

The rest of the long flight goes by slowly. When you step off the stairway and onto the asphalt, you take a breath of the smoke-infused air. It’s disgusting compared to the crisp, Norwegian air. Your nose scrunches.

“Fuckin’ gross…,” Kendall mutters as he gently pushes past you, his face mirroring yours. After everyone goes their separate ways, you and Roman are left to each other in the backseat of the car taking you back to your apartment.

The rest of the day is lazy. You spend it curled together on the couch.

[glorious-imagines]

The Gala .I

p2 p1

It was the annual Wayne Family Gala. Y/n had been invited. She debated whether or not she should go. Going meant she would definitely see Jason. But she would also get to see Dick and everyone else. She missed them. And Alfred would be upset if she didn't show. Jason's girlfriend or not.

She huffed and picked up her phone. She sent a quick text and then went to her closet. This year's theme was the Moonlit Masquerade Ball. She had absolutely nothing to match. She would need to go shopping. It was going to be expensive, too. She huffed and began getting ready for a trip to her favorite tailor.

Just before she's out the door, she gets a return text from her current… uh… person? She wasn't sure she was ready to give him any sorta title. He was just someone she was 'talking to' at the moment. Anyway, he confirmed to be her date for the gala.

She briefly wondered if Jason would bring Isabella. She hoped not. That witch would definitely try to start something. The entitled cunt. She huffed and shook her head to clear her thoughts. Shopping was too good an activity to be marred by thoughts of awful people.

…

Jason didn't want to go to the annual gala. He just didn't have the energy to get all gussied up. On the other hand, he glanced at Isabel, who was making herself some food. He could use a bit of time away from his baby mama. The alcohol would definitely be strong enough for him to forget his regrettable choices. He'd have Gabby grab him something and then get ready at her place.

He nodded to himself, taking a sip of his coffee. It was disgusting, but he didn't make a show of it. She tried her best. He missed the homebrewed teas Y/n used to make. She had him try chai with just a hint of sugar. It turned out to be his favorite.

"Whatcha thinking about?" Isabel asked, bringing him out of his thoughts as she sat across from him.

"Hm?" he questioned.

"You were smiling. It had to have been a good thought. What was it?"

He hadn't realized he was smiling. Is still smiling. Guess Y/n could always get him to his happy place. He didn't even know he was stressed enough to need one. He made sure his smile didn't falter so as not to raise any suspicions about himself. When did he start faking his happiness like this?

"Was thinking maybe we could eat out tonight. I'm kinda craving a tiramisu."

Isabel frowned. "Blech, that sounds so gross to me right now." She rubs her belly. "Maybe no chocolate for a while."

Jason watched her hands move in circular motions around her belly. She was huge now. With twins. Both boys. He wanted to sigh heavily. Release a bit of the stress he felt. Sometimes he felt that she would rub her stomach to kind of manipulate him in some small way. She didn't say it, but he knew she expected him to not have what he wanted. It would make her sick. The babies apparently weren't fans of chocolate. It barely had 'chocolate' in it.

He makes his smile soften and gently rubs her arm. "Well, it won't go anywhere. We can get whatever you like." "I'd really like a boisenbery cheesecake." She smiled innocently.

They had gone to this diner multiple times. She always got the same thing. Bacon egg cheeseburger with lettuce, tomato, extra onions, and pickles; a large side of fries with barbecue sauce and mustard. And lastly, two, no, three—wait, four—slices of boisenbery cheesecake. Two to take home.

"I knew you would say that. That's why I got it for delivery. Since I'll be busy tonight, I even got a whole boisenberry cheesecake made. Just for you." This made her swoon and hug him. He couldn't lie, It made his heart swell a bit to see her so happy. He'd make a mental note to do more things like this for her. The situation wasn't ideal, but there was no reason they both had to suffer.

"I'll be gone for a bit, so I asked Gabby to keep an eye on you for me. Her numbers' on the fridge if you need anything."

"Okay, at least try to be safe."

He hummed as he walked out the door. …

Exactly how does one run into their ex as soon as they arrive? Y/n knew she was playing with fire by coming. But arriving at the same time as Jason? Well, she was just that lucky, wasn't she?

Dick walks over to the entrance with a big grin on his face. "How's my fave couple?"

Y/n turns to Jason with a slightly annoyed and curious expression. "You didn't tell your family that we broke up?" Dick looks a bit down. "You guys broke up?"

Jason rolls his eyes and says, "Well, forgive me, but I've been a bit busy."

Y/n takes off her jacket and hands it to the attendee while nodding as if remembering certain facts. "Right, you do have to prepare to bring your seed into this world…" Dick is shocked. "You're having a baby?"

Jason instantly frowns. "Real nice, Y/n. Why don't you grow the fuck up?"

Y/n feigns caring, "Where is your baby mama, anyway? Both our invitations have a plus one."

Dick has finally noticed that the air between them is a bit hostile and dons a nervous grin."

"What, like you brought someone?" Jason says thinking he's had the last laugh.

Y/n sports a devilish grin. "I would never come to a Wayne Gala alone. He should be walking in right… about… there he is."

In walks Conner Kent. He is dressed to the nines in a midnight blue tux with a corset. It matched perfectly with Y/n's midnight blue strapless gown, which hugged her body in all the right places. Jason would have taken the time to appreciate her choice of dress if they hadn't had their little spat.

Conner wrapped his arms around Y/n and kissed her cheek. The action made Jason nauseous.

"It might be best if you make yourself scarce, Todd," Damian says as he walks straight into the scene. "We're not going to stop inviting her over just because you broke up."

Jason wanted to strangle Damian. Instead, he opted for glaring, hoping the kid would somehow catch fire. "Hey all, it's my first time to a Wayne function. I heard they're famous." Conner spoke with a chill smirk.

Jason's gaze shifts back to Y/n who still has that shit-eating grin, like she won the battle. He is pissed. And hurt. His hands ball into tight fists, and he's about to do something to add to his list of regrets…

Dick clears his throat, bringing his hands together with a clap, smiling away all the tension. "Okay, we're happy to have you, Conner. Help yourself to everything, and I'll see you later." He throws an arm around Jason's shoulders and leads him away just as Y/n and Conner start a conversation with Damian.

Dick leads Jason to Bruce's study and closes the door behind them. Jason kicks over a chair in frustration. "Damn it!"

"So, a lot has happened, obviously. You and Y/n broke up. Presumably, because you're having a baby… " Dick leans casually against Bruce's desk with his arms crossed over his chest.

Jason slides down a nearby wall with his hands over his face. "A fucking Super? She's fucking a Super." "And you care because you still have strong feelings for her."

The statement makes Jason groan loudly in his hands. "We were supposed to spend the rest of forever together…"

"And now you have a baby on the way."

"Babies." Jason corrects. "Isabel is having twins."

"Isabel?" Dick sits next to him. "As in…"

"Yup."

"Shit…"

"I thought I did the right thing by ending things with Y/n. I didn't want her to bear the brunt of our relationship while I was off being a dad. He sweeps his hands roughly through his hair, a heavy sigh leaving him. "But I fucked up. I fucked up bad. I miss her so much."

...

"So this is the hangout spot?" Conner casually saunters into Bruce Wayne's office like he owns it.

"The rest of the manor is closed to guests. I can have someone point you in the direction of the guest restrooms." Dick suggested about to call for an aid.

"Actually, I wanted to speak to Jason." He gave a lopsided grin.

Dick scrutinized Conner, ready to deny him access to Jason entirely.

"It's fine, Dick." Jason went poker-faced, stuck his hands in his pockets, and walked out.

Conner saluted Dick with two fingers and followed Jason. They ended up on a balcony overlooking the gala. Jason notes that Y/n is talking to Babs. He fleetingly thinks about reading their lips before turning to Conner.

"It's crazy how things work out, right?" Conner starts, "One minute I'm crushing hard, and the next, I'm her date to one of the famous Wayne Galas."

"So, you wanted to rub it in." Jason challenged as his face twisted.

"No, you misunderstand." Conner held his hands up with the feint of a nervous smile plastered on his face. "I don't know what went down with you two. I do know that you were couple goals."

"And?" Jason grumbled impatiently.

"Well, it's obvious you're the fuckup in this equation. Otherwise, she wouldn't be so pissed."

"No way, Y/n is dating such a tool."

Conner claps him on the shoulder a little too hard. "I just wanted to make sure that you knew that she isn't yours to make happy anymore."

Jason scoffs and roughly shrugs his hand off him. "Y/n doesn't belong to anyone. And while we aren't together anymore, there's not a chance in hell I'm leaving her in your hands." Jason shoulder-checks Conner as he walks away, fists balled tightly.

NEXT

~~~ I was gone for a year… lets not make it a big deal. I even came with a gift… 😏

@iyuuii @jaguarthecat @rhyanna6012

[betterfettered]

Hey, I hope you’re doing well!

I noticed in your post about the brothers’ first red flag that you mentioned that Lucifer’s darling would still have been going to school at the time, but (both in that post and others) you have also mentioned kidnapping and some of the brothers wanting to keep their darling inside all day, which made me wonder about what darling’s schedule is supposed to be for each of them?

Like, do they allow darling out to attend their classes, or do they hold them captive at home all day? Do they have any regular outings/events that their yan brings them along for? Are there things their darling is expected to do while they’re at home (whether the yan is there too or not), or do they sort of just wait around for their yan to tell them what to do?

I live! I love this question anon, it really had me thinking deeply about what I've written before 🧐

(Gn!reader x AMAB!yandere, please let me know if reader is gendered)(noncon)(violence against reader)(kidnapping)(18+ readers only please, mdni)(Please let me know if I am missing a TW)[This is fetish content and rape and abuse are disgusting and inexcusable in real life.]

Yandere!Lucifer is not likely to keep you captive. Even though what he really craves is complete control over you, he wants it to mold you into his ideal member of society. He wants you to be a good and obedient student, to be polite to Diavolo and Barbatos, to be temperate and well mannered in public, and most of all to listen to everything that he says. Keeping you locked away is unnecessary if you are behaving as he wants you to. I can imagine that on days when he's feeling particularly needy and doesn't want to bother with you hiding or making excuses or running one of the eight times he wants to fuck you that day, he might just chain you up in the basement for a little while until he is watching cum stream out of your bruised body and feels satisfied with how much he's ruined you.

Yandere!Mammon is also not likely to kidnap you, cause he's not smart enough to actually fool you into a situation where you're vulnerable enough to be held captive without you realizing it he would feel too bad about your obvious distress and could be talked out of it if you buttered him up enough. He would be okay with you going to school, but you need to be glued to his side the entire time. You need to hold his hand as you walk to school, you need to let him shove his tongue down your throat in the hallways when you run into each other, you have to sit on his lap and cockwarm him in the library when you two are both studying (though usually he gets impatient with that and tries to fuck you). If he's thinking about locking you up you'll be able to see it coming from a mile away, and you'll just need to reassure him you only have eyes for him to kick the can a few months down the road.

Yandere!Leviathan is absolutely going to kidnap you. He doesn't like to leave his room anyway and his self esteem is not good enough for him to believe that you don't start thinking about being with other people as soon as he isn't demanding your attention. Once you're in his room, he's the only person there, so by default he's the hottest, funniest, nicest, most interesting and, of course, the most fuckable. He has you mixed up in his mind with the overly horny girls who resemble you in the hentai he watches constantly, so he thinks if he's the only other person there eventually your lust will get the best of you and you'll be all over him. That's why even when he forces himself on you, he knows that it's okay because he's helping to satisfy your needs. You'd probably go crazy, he thinks, if he doesn't cum in you at least once a day, so he doesn't feel bad even when you cry. You're just getting used to it.

He's not going to bring you to anything outside of the room and will feel betrayed if you ask him to. When he's not there, he expects you to read manga or books or watch anime that he assigns to you. Sometimes they'll be perverted, but a lot of the time it'll just be things that he is obsessed with like TSL. That way you won't get bored and you can talk to him about it when he gets back. You can also cuddle and watch them together, which is almost his favorite thing to do with you.

Yandere!Satan will also eventually end up kidnapping you. He wants complete control of you similarly to how Lucifer does, but he doesn't particularly care about societal norms or etiquette. The important things for you to understand are how best to respect him and when to shut up, and he can teach you those things himself with his hands, a belt, and a switch. You going to school is a waste of your time because there is nothing about your life that will require a degree and a waste of his time because classes and school schedules get in the way of him studying you. He'll go to school if Lucifer makes him, but most of the time he wants to sit alone with you in his room, ordering you around. Sometimes he'll ask for ridiculous things or impossible things just to see how you react, and sometimes he'll pretend that he's asking you for things to see how you'll react so he doesn't have to admit that he is getting off on it. But you'll be able to tell -- when he asks you to sit on his lap so he can finger you, for example, you'll be able to see the hunger in his eyes as he watches your expression and know that soon enough he's going to pin you down and fuck you.

He'd bring you outside or to special events if you have been well behaved and you ask him nicely, perhaps with an explanation for why it would be beneficial for you to go. While he's away, he doesn't mind if you read books, practice your magic, or even open the window a little for some fresh air. He thinks you have the appropriate judgment to know what things are off limits - if you don't, the punishment you get will leave your skin so raw that you won't ever forget.

Yandere!Asmodeus is definitely not going to kidnap you, because he's way too delusional to think that you don't want to be with him whenever you have the ability to. Whenever he gets his hands on you, he says that he knows you missed him and you must have been so dejected without him. If you play your cards right, you definitely could spend enough time around him that you are satisfying his narcissistic view of you and making him feel like the most important person in your life, and all you'd need to worry about is being subjected to his constant lust. If you did not, however, he'd start paying attention to who you are actually spending time with when you're not with him and carefully orchestrate a plan to seriously hurt them (most likely psychologically rather than physically). Next he sees you, he'll point out how much it is your fault until you seem completely inconsolable, at which point he'll definitely "comfort" you as he sees fit.

It's only a matter of time before Yandere!Beel kidnaps you to "keep you safe", which I've talked about before. It would bother him that it upsets you, but he would still know that it's the right choice. He holds out a lot of delusion hope that soon you'll understand why he is doing this, which is the only thing that keeps him from feeling guilty enough to let you go. In the meantime, he'll bring you plenty of food to eat and lovingly feed it to you whether you want to eat it or not. Eating always helps! Most of the time he'll be as nice as possible to you and try not to force too much physical affection on you, but he has no self-control once his desire gets too strong, at which point he has no regard for your willingness or comfort. He'll fuck you roughly even though his cock is a little too big to fit without hurting you, grope and manhandle you hard enough to leave you sore for days and bite you to the point of drawing blood. Usually it starts with him convincing himself that he's just going to give you head, but the taste of your cum drives him into a bit of a frenzy. Afterwards he'd be sorry and try to help soothe you as much as you'll let him, but the both of you know it'll happen again.

He'll let you out if you can convince him that it will be safe and allow him to accompany you, and he doesn't have any expectations for what you do on your own when he's not there. He's the most permissive of the bros who would kidnap you, and might even let you have your cellphone or keep you locked in your own room instead of his. If you made him really jealous, only Belphie would be able to visit, but otherwise he might allow you to have supervised play dates with the other brothers. The more you abuse his trust, though, he less permissive he will be because you are jeopardizing your own safety.

Yandere!Belphie is sooo 50/50. On the one hand, kidnapping and keeping you from escaping is a lot of work and it makes him sleepy just to think about it. On the other, he does have a jealousy streak and is sick of the way you just give your attention to anyone who asks for it. In the end I think what would decide whether or not you get kidnapped is whether you manage to play his games without pissing him off. You sleeping in his bed nightly and letting him have his way with you or babying him during the day and enabling him to be lazy is not going to be enough to prove that he is really special to you. Instead, he wants you to accept the strange behavior that you bring out of him. If he lashes out at you and asks you why you're such a whore because you were studying with Satan, you should actually answer with a reason and then promise to be less of a whore in the future. As his obsession progresses, he will start to ask for more and more unreasonable things to make you prove your loyalty because in the end it is very hard for him to trust that you love him the way that he loves you.

Once he finally asks for something you can't comply with, it's likely that he will lock you in the attic to punish you. He'll be pretty cruel, starving you and not giving you water, blindfolding you and then releasing giant black rats into the room so you don't know if you're going to be bitten or attacked, and then also just plain hitting you. If you want him to stop or to bring you food or water, you'll have to suck him off first (and of course let him finish on your face or head) or ride him. If you do so, he'll stop whichever punishment he's subjecting you to and be affectionate and kind to you and let you sleep in the bed with him instead of on the floor. Once you're not reluctant to put out and you return the affection and apologize as many times as he feels like you need to, he'll let you go from your captivity.

Always feel free to send more asks :3

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Ma Miles - Ch. 11

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Humiliated. That’s how he felt. Utterly humiliated. Embarrassed that he’d let his emotions develop into something so meaningless as infatuation. Being sweet on a hostile, no matter how pretty, was beneath him. It didn’t mean squat that she’d been his son’s mother all these years, didn’t mean shit that she’d raised him to be a confident and happy boy. It was wrong, and deep down, he knew that. 

Except… that wasn’t right. Immediately, the thought makes his chest hurt, makes his stomach cramp uncomfortably, the cruel lie proving too much for him. Shaking his head, he pinches the broad bridge of his nose as he closes his eyes. Taking deep breaths to calm his frozen, racing heart, he eventually manages to ease the queasy feeling he’d been keeping at bay for the past hour. Stepping up to the ceiling-to-wall window, he looks out at the Pandora night skies. Distantly, behind the Kill Zone, the jungle almost twinkles with the bioluminescent glow from the trees and plants. 

Sighing deeply he rests his forehead against the cold glass. This was a mess. He knew that he couldn’t blame you for pulling away, for rejecting him. He was basically your jailor, the one who had kidnapped your son and held you prisoner, allowing for the events of your torture to happen. Still, he thought that he had read the signs right. Thought he had recognized mutual attraction when you sought out his touch, but he must have been wrong. You looked so uncomfortable when you had pulled away, giving the sorry excuse that you needed to get back to Spider. Your son was a teenager, he didn’t need his mother with him 24/7, but then again, a part of him understood. This was not an ideal situation… 

Still, his pride had taken a major hit, one he needed time to heal from. So he did the only thing he could, he separated himself from you. When your worried eyes had searched for his during breakfast, he had ignored you, instead continuing to push his food around. He knew that the action not only hurt you but Mansk as well. The younger man wouldn’t say anything, but Quaritch could see it in the way his ears drooped. He obviously thought that he had failed to impress his leader. Quaritch would have to do something about that. 

“Won’t you fix me up a box of this, kid,” He drawls as he steps up to Mansk when everyone had finished their breakfast. 

“Yes, Sir,” Mansk’s ears flip up to attention immediately, his tail swishing lazily behind him. 

“You did a good job with this,” The praise takes the younger man by surprise, the notion obviously not a common occurrence by the way Mansk reacts. Quaritch makes a note to praise his unit more often. Taking the box from the younger man, he turns to leave, only to run straight into you.

“Pardon me, ma’am,” Quaritch dips his head, avoiding eye contact. 

“I need the talk with you?” You ask him, your voice almost small, but still determined and to the point. 

“I’m late for a meeting, it’ll have to wait,” He doesn’t wait for your reply, instead he strides down the hallways as if a thanator was on his tail. 

“Lyle, you’ve got lead today,” He shouts as he’s out of there like a bat outta hell. 

Willingly, he walks into the General’s office, prepared to bullshit a direct report just to fill a couple of hours of his day. It wasn’t as if he didn’t have anything to do, but this would be the less boring option. Making a face at the pile of paperwork on his desk in his room, Quaritch decided that the General definitely was the better of two evils. 

“Genera Ardmore,” He greets after she beacons him inside after he knocked. 

“Colonel, what can I do for you?” The woman smirks and immediately, Quaritch regrets his decision. 

“Figured a direct report was owed, after the mediocre paperwork, ma’am,” Quaritch bullshits through his teeth, but a shift in the General’s face is all he needs to clamber onto. 

“Go on,” Ardmore folds her hands over the desk as she leans back in her chair. 

And so he covers every base, going into detail about what they’ve learned, about how they mostly understand the ins and outs of Pandora and how it works. He reports how his unit is quick to catch on and how, with each day, they manage to handle the wildlife that poses a threat to their operations. The General eats it up with seemingly undivided attention, but there was something burning behind the General’s features.

“The native has officially connected us to their deity, by way of the queue in the back of our heads. We are now able to connect to places. I reckon we’ll be able to move out on Sully soon,”

“Well, that was a thorough report, Colonel,” General Ardmore starts, her beady eyes staring into his. “Good work,”

“General,” Quaritch nods, holding eye contact. 

“There’s something more I want you to do, however,” She continues, an unsettling smile crossing her thin lips. “I need you to mate with the hostile, to bind her to you. We need her to be completely under our control,”

“Pardon?” His ears slick back against his skull so fast it almost hurts. 

“You would have no problem with that, would you, Colonel? By the looks of it, you might already be bedding the female,” The smirk on the General’s face reminds him of a swindler back on Earth. 

“I’m not sure I get what you’re referring to, General,” He doesn’t know what else to say, the implication, one he doesn’t want to even consider. 

“Oh, come now, Colonel,” Ardmore starts, “She’s exotic for sure, the adoptive mother of your predecessor’s child, and in your new, young body, I'm sure you’ve got certain… biological needs. I’ve been willing to turn a blind eye to those needs as long as it hasn’t interfered with your mission,”

“I have not and will not mate with the native, General.” For long moments the room falls silent, the two of them staring at each other. 

“Then I suggest you find someone who will,” The General leaned forward, her beady eyes narrowing as she scowled at him. “Or I will find that someone for you.”

Nodding, Quaritch doesn’t say anything before he’s dismissed. Leaving the General’s office, he wanders the halls of Bridgehead city as his mind races. Just the mere thought of finding someone to mate with you sent his blood boiling, his tail whipping angrily behind him as he walked. There wasn’t a recom that was worthy of you, yet, he had to choose between them, take their and your freedom away for the sake of control. Could he even do that to you? A darker side of him clearly said yes, stating that the mission was more important than any one individual. But a stronger side of him told him that even the human Quaritch built strong bonds, bonds that would never be broken because his loyalty was unwavering. Unless you had betrayed him, he would walk through the jungles of Pandora at night for you without a second thought. He took care of his own, so why was this any different? 

The thought of binding you to him, to make you unhappy made his stomach turn. He couldn’t do that any more than he could mate you off with someone who would make you equally unhappy. This would be the hardest decision of his life, one where there would be no satisfactory result. The better of two evils… Sighing deeply, he decides to let it go for now. There would be no decision made today anyway. He mostly managed to hide from you the rest of the day, only getting caught when he needed to eat or needed a word with Lyle. He somehow always managed to weasel away though, but by the time night fell over Bridgehead city once more, your patience seemed to ebb out. Your voice was sharp as you called for him, but like a coward, he slammed his door shut before you could reach it, a sorry “No time, sweetheart,” thrown back to you. 

He was certain that you would take one look at him and just know. Know that he would seal your future happiness away, rob it from you like a… like the sky demon, the very monster your people thought him to be. Flopping onto his bed, Quaritch sighs deeply as he stares up at the ceiling. His datapad dings and he just knows that it’s Lyle checking in on him. Rubbing his eyes roughly, Quaritch turns around in his bed, smushing his face into the bedding. It smells of you and immediately his anxiety and stress mellow out, evaporating from his body like the morning fog. In the back of his mind, he wants to hold you close, to breathe you in while he wraps himself around you. Shaking his head at his ridiculousness he turns around on his back. He would take Spider out in the morning and when they returned, he would take you out for a way overdue heart-to-heart. 

Knocking on your door the next day Quaritch waits patiently before your voice sounds from the other side before opening the door. Your eyes look tired as you stare up at him, but instead of the annoyed lecturing he’s expecting from you, you just smile gently at him. 

“Good morning, ma’am,” He greets formally, devoid of all emotions. 

“Good morning,” You repeat, uncertainty entering your features as he continues to stare at you. 

 “I’m taking Spider flying today,” Quaritch informs you, watching disappointment spread over your face.

“Are you well?” You look up at him, hope entering your beautiful eyes. 

“I am well,” He replies, biting his tongue hard before he says something more, something entirely stupid. 

The silence stretches for an uncomfortably long time, long enough for Spider to walk up to you, a questioning look on his face before he crosses his arms and stares up at Quaritch - taking your side even though he doesn’t know what’s going on between the two of you. Chuckling at the ridiculousness, Quaritch throws his hands up in surrender. It’s enough for Spider to uncross his arms and look up at his mother. 

“Go with your sempul, my dearest,” You tell Spider, and oh - Quaritch recognizes that word. 

“I know that word,” He mumbles, his mind blank, while his ears turn attentively toward you, “Sempul, it means…”

He can’t help his eyes from growing big. You were acknowledging him as Spider’s father, even though you rejected his advances, even though he had pushed you away to lick his wounded pride. Even though he knew you were disappointed with him, you found it in your heart to give him this, not for your own gain, but for his happiness. You smile gently up at him while ushering Spider towards him. 

“Have a nice day,” You tell him before turning to your son - your son, his, and yours - “Be careful, okay?”

Staring at you for a moment longer, you just smile gently at him, the silence no longer uncomfortable. You’re letting him come to you when he’s ready, once more surprising him with your patience. He doesn’t want to leave, but Lyle is walking up behind him, Z-Dog in tow, and then he turns and walks away, following his son as he chats animatedly while they walk toward the hangar. Securing him to Cupcake’s back, they eventually take off, leaving you and Bridgehead city behind. As morning turns into day, he leads his unit to explore the shorelines for any sighting of either the Sully family or the insurgency, while Spider excitedly tests his Na’vi. To say he’s not doing as well as he’d like to, would be the understatement of the year. Even though he’s here with his son, his mind is still miles and miles away.

“Okay, this one; I see you,” Spider grins up at him while doing the hand gesture that follows the phrase.

“Oel naati kameie,” Quaritch pronounces, hand gesture and everything, just the way you and Spider had taught him. 

“Ngati - ngati,” Spider repeats with fond laughter in his voice, a big smile plastered on his face as he looks up at him.

“That's what I just said, isn’t it?” He has to ask, feeling that he nailed the pronunciation near perfectly. “Oel ngaati kameie,”

“Not naati - ngati,” His son twists his body towards him, placing his small hand on Quaritch’s knee. It’s so small against the blue of his skin. 

“Ngaa… Ngaaa-ti, alright. Like comin' out your nose or something - ati,” He thinks he got it this time, Spider’s guidance a big help when it came to the nasal stuff. Somehow, you always skipped this one rather quickly, your eyes never really meeting his. He made a note to ask Spider if it had another meaning to the Na’vi. 

“Boss,” Lyle cracks through the comms, pulling him out of his thoughts, “Long-range parole picked up a radar ahead, a rogue gunship,” 

“Where?” Immediately, his mind starts racing. This had to be Sully and if it wasn’t, it would be heading toward him. 

“Eastern sea, four clicks north,” Their course is set before he even thinks. 

“Uh-huh…” Quaritch hums, his head dipping as his Corporal reads his intentions. Leaning to the left, he holds onto Spider’s small body as Cupcake shifts direction, “Hang on,” 

Flying back to Bridgehead, he lets Spider wait with his unit while he takes Lyle with him to the ops center where General Ardmore is waiting for them. The glass of the holofloor slaps beneath his bare feet as he crosses the floor, the sound loud even in the noisy room. The General isn’t pleased with not having direct coordinates, but she knew as well as everyone that even getting this much of a pointer was a gift - she wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. 

With the green light for a fleet and aircrafts, Quritch’s hyperfocus sneaks up on him once more. There’s nothing in his mind but Jake Sully and his wife while he prepares for the new mission. Almost nothing. While he moved, he felt like your eyes were watching him from every corner, judging him. He could hear your voice in his head, begging him, pleading with him to stop. But Quaritch couldn’t stop. Hunting down Jake Sully was the only reason he was brought back in this form, he would not fail his mission twice. If not for the RDA, then for himself. 

His unit was a band of misfits, a pack… a dysfunctional family. Once someone was accepted, there was nothing he wouldn’t do for them. Families stick together, through tough times, through real hardship. And alright, maybe he could have handled the Sully situation differently, maybe he should have listened to Ja when he told him to be more understanding of the situation. But he hadn’t. He put his neck on the chopping block for Jake, gave him time he initially didn’t have, and all for what? For him to turn around and spit in his face, to betray the family - to betray him. 

Marching Spider to the Ikran’s, Quaritch knew that this was wrong, knew that when you realized they weren’t coming back later that day, you would move the very foundation Bridehead was built upon to find your son once more - and when you did, he would have no more favors with you. Looking back in the direction of your room, he takes a deep breath before turning back to mount Cupcake. Getting a good grip on her handle, he makes tsaheylu, feeling her nervousness through the connection. 

“What about mom?” Spider asks as they take off and for a little while, Quaritch doesn’t know what to say. 

“Something’s come up, kid. You’ll get to see her tomorrow,” He doesn’t know if it’s a lie or not. Depending on what happens once they hit the island groups, they might be gone for more than just a day. 

Meeting Scoresby, Quaritch immediately knew what kind of guy he had to deal with. The guy was as slimy as mankind came, living only to gain, damning everything in his way. It’s easy enough to convince the guy to play along though, something Lyle found hilarious enough to repeat to the whole unit once they gathered around for supper. 

“You should have heard him!” Lyle wheezes, before doing the worst overly dramatic impression of himself that he’s ever heard before, “I’ll be nice, once - then I won’t,”

It has the desired effect though when smiles and chuckles spread across his unit. Even Spider huffs a chuckle while he eats. It soothes something deep within him to see his son smile again. Ever since leaving in a haste earlier that day, he had been down, keeping quiet and more reserved than usual. Sighing to himself, Quaritch promises himself that he will bring his son back to his mother again the next day. 

But with most plans Quaritch makes, the mission doesn’t go as planned. He brought Spider with them to translate in the water villages, the kid being much less trouble than his mother, therefore an easier target to play for their gain. Which was a good thing. The Olo’eyktan speaks way too quickly for him to understand what he’s saying, his accent making it harder for Quaritch to make out the words. More than once, he finds himself looking at Spider while desperately waving his hand for his son to translate. 

“Now what, what’s he saying,” He urges Spider, frowning as the leader keeps talking. 

“They never saw him. These are sea people, forest people don’t come here,” Spider hurries the translation along, his son so obviously distressed. 

“I ain’t buying that,” Quaritch sneers, looking back at the kneeling man before him. 

Quaritch is used to playing hard to get what he wants from people who don’t want to give him anything, used to methods unfit for children's eyes. Hyperfocused as he is on finding Jake Sully, he forgets just that. He forgets that his son bears witness to him ordering the death of a sea creature, forgets that his teenage son is standing right there, desperately translating while he orders the death of the Tsahìk unless they give up Sully’s location. It’s only when his Spider starts begging him directly, eyes filled with unshed tears as his voice quivers with fear, that he breaks the surface of his hyperfocused insanity once more. By then, it’s way too late to go back. 

He burns down three villages that first day…

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they did remove LO. that's the story according to Courtney. that they didn't want to deal with LO living under the roof any longer so they paid her to move out and got her a new apartment all on her own. so all the times this "anon" thinks they're being the smartest person in the room asking "why didn't they remove you", they missed the memo that yes, Courtney does say that they did. any "inconsistency" related to that question has been answered already. "why would your parents that you yourself have said many times have denied their abuse over you would deny the abuse that you were commiting against another child" is a valid question now? LO has filled her mouth to the brim saying that her parents would just lie their way through ever aknowledging that she was abused, that they were abusive or that something wrong was going on with LO that needed help. this is consistent with Courtney's version of events in which they also denied the abuse he went through and prefer to do absolutely nothing, keeping up the same toxic and abusive environment that they were all living in before stepping in for the safety of any of their children. "why would they refuse to remove a child when they already removed another and cover up something so awful". same as the previous one. because as the toxic and abusive parents that literally all three of you (Cameron included) agree that you parents were, something i hope we can all agree on anyway, obviously they weren't going to do what was due in order to avoid more toxic situations. if they did, they wouldn't be toxic and abusive parents. if they were capable of doing what was right, maybe you'd have a better chance at life. but you didn't so you didn't get it and now we have this. because toxic and abusive parents do prefer to submit their children to horrible bad conditions for them before ever admitting they did anything wrong about the way they were raised. LO has talked about this being a core thing on her interactions with her father. Courtney only added her mother as being guilty of the same thing. you're both saying the same thing. the only difference is that Courtney is saying it to defend that the two of them went through a less than ideal childhood, while LO is clinging with all her might to the notion that Courtney never went through anything bad at all because she refuses to concede not even that, because in her head only she gets to be the only victim. nobody else has ever suffered anything, it's always just LO.

there, i addressed your "inconsistencies" and it was all thanks to the power of thinking about it for two seconds. now address mine.

[calciferous-kelpie]

Hey btw if your ever in need of ranting about a blorbo/oc, this is an ask that tells your to do so. What is the most interesting thing about them? Do they have any symbolism to them and if so what is it about? Favorite ideal situation to put them in? Any romance ideas?

Anon, I want to start off by apologizing for taking EXACTLY A YEAR to reply to this! Happy One Year Anniversary! 💀😭 Obviously, I’ve been thinking about this a lot, trying to decide who I wanted to talk about and trying to put my thoughts into words. And, of course, it took even longer because I wanted to include drawings of the characters… 🤦‍♂️Anyway…

I’ve decided to talk about multiple characters of mine, since they are important for my upcoming comics: Boxman’s mother, father, and sister! I have some New™, Fresh™ information to share about all of them today! Hope you enjoy my ramblings!

MEREDITH (Boxman's Mother)

Most interesting thing: Hmm, well… the things I find most interesting about Meredith are kind of spoilers for my comics, but an interesting thing about her is her special ability! (“Every proper siren has one, darling.” 💅) It’s called Eye of the Storm, and it allows her to summon and control a raging thunderstorm at will. Obviously, this sort of thing takes a lot of energy to maintain, so this ability actually comes with a secondary feature: Meredith can occasionally choose a victim to steal the energy from, and all she has to do to steal said energy is to make direct eye contact with them. The lady’s got a mean glare as it is, but with this power on top of that? Wowza. Watch out.

Symbolism: Given my answer to the previous question, you won’t be surprised to know that I associate Meredith with storms! She is a passionate character with a wild side, and when she truly gets going, she will step aside for no one.

Favorite situation to put them in: Meredith is a complex character with a lot going on, and I don’t want to reduce her to just an antagonist… but MAN, does she make a good antagonist! 😆 I love to put her into situations in which she terrifies/intimidates other characters, and trust me, she will have a lot of chances to do that in the comics!

Romance ideas: Meredith isn’t much for romance. At least not anymore. Heron was her first love, and after her relationship with him went south, her trust in men was destroyed. (To be fair, it was shaky to begin with.) She has, however, made an attempt at another relationship or two for monetary reasons. If that even counts lol

HERON (Boxman's Father)

Most interesting thing: Heron has had a wide variety of experiences across his lifetime, and during that time, he has developed many, many skills. These skills include (but are not limited to): farming, fishing, sailing, cooking, baking, sewing, crochet, whittling, building, juggling, and playing the banjo! Just… don’t ask him to sing, okay?

Symbolism: Heron’s symbolism is… probably pretty obvious, huh? I mean… he’s got an anchor… tattooed… on his back… *ahem* Anyway. The anchor is connected to a lot of Heron’s positive attributes—loyalty and sturdiness being the main ones. But it is also connected to some of his character flaws and the way he views himself. In a way, Heron himself is an anchor, for all the good and bad that entails. ⚓

Favorite situation to put them in: Despite the immense amount of comic outlining and scriptwriting I’ve been doing for Siren Theory, I can say pretty confidently that any scene in which Heron interacts with Professor Venomous is one of my favorites. It’s partly due to the “meet the parents” trope, but the other part of it is that Heron is just an unusual guy who does unusual things, and having a stranger witness that firsthand is hilarious.

Romance ideas: While Heron has had his share of crushes in his youth, he has never been in a serious relationship with anyone but Meredith… and he would like to keep it that way. He still feels like he’s putting the pieces of himself back together after their messy separation.

REBECCA/SIRENA (Boxman's Sister)

Most interesting thing: I think the thing that I enjoy most about Rebecca is the duality in her personality. She is very charismatic and graceful onstage as Sirena, but offstage, when she’s just Rebecca, she can be pretty socially awkward and kind of a klutz.

Symbolism: Some of you may have made the connection already, but Sirena’s real name, Rebecca, is a nod to Rebecca Sugar, the creator of Steven Universe and the spouse of Ian Jones-Quartey (creator of OK KO). This name was actually a suggestion by my sister (Thanks, girlie!) because she knew Sugar sang the end credit song of OK KO, and that little song was one of my inspirations for creating Sirena in the first place. Since then, the name has really proven itself to be a perfect fit for my little superstar siren! The meaning of the name Rebecca is “to tie/bind,” and Rebecca really is the character that ties her family—and the narrative of a lot of the comics—together!

Favorite situation to put them in: My favorite moments for Rebecca are the ones in which she is emotionally vulnerable. It isn’t always easy for her, but there are some things that will happen in the comics that will force her to wear her heart on her sleeve. I’m excited for that!

Romance ideas: Honestly, I’ve come up with so many ideas for OK KO that I won’t have space for all of them in the narrative, even though I’m planning to create, like, 19 comics! 😂 One of those things that won’t get a lot of time in the spotlight is Rebecca’s developing romance with a certain someone. That being said, it wouldn’t be a big spoiler for me to say… Plazecca! 🎵

Thank you so much for asking, Anon! Truly, you have enriched my enclosure. 💖

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Date Night Cat-astrophe

Vlad has a problem. He has a date in approximately... now... and he's currently trapped in the form of an ordinary house cat, unable to transform back.

For the prompts: Clockwork has a secret hobby, what is it and how does he keep it secret? And: Rich history fluff 🥺 [both from @fruity-hub-blog], and Vlad experiments with a new ghost power--taking non-humanoid shape without artifact assistance--and things go horribly wrong. [from @kuzann]

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Vlad was... stuck.

This was most definitely not ideal, not the least because it was almost time for his date. It hadn't really been a problem two hours ago. However, after two hours of trying—and miserably failing—to return to his humanoid form, it was now, officially a problem.

He was just in his lab, experimenting with a new ghost power, something he'd done dozens of times before. All he was doing was attempting to take on a non-humanoid form under his own power. He'd thought he would just test it out to pass the time before his lovely partner arrived. He'd tried shape-shifting before—though, granted, not often. Surprisingly, he didn't really find a use for it much.

But the point was that nothing about this situation should have been especially new or different from anything he'd done before.

How was he supposed to know he'd get stuck? And in the form of a cat, no less. A smaller-than-average, black-and-white cat, with a red collar. He looked absurd.

Vlad huffed and shook his fluffy head. A cloud of loose fur billowed off him and he sagged in annoyance, knowing he would have to clean that up when he was humanoid again or it might contaminate his ectoplasm samples.

He'd thought using Maddie the cat as a model for his transformation would make this easier. In some respects, he supposed it had. Transforming into a cat hadn't been all that difficult at all. It was transforming back that was proving to be a problem. Twenty years of experience in mastering ghost powers proved to be utterly useless.

After two whole hours of concentrating, switching tactics, trying again and again as he paced across the floor of his lab, he was still utterly unable to turn his four tiny paws into hands and feet. He wasn't going to panic about it, because he wasn't a silly child with anxiety, but he was beginning to get truly frustrated, and time was running out until—

The sound of the a knock on the closed door of his ghost portal interrupted Vlad's thoughts.

Oh no. He was here.

Normally, Vlad would open the door himself but when he was only a foot high with no fingers, let alone the proper fingerprints to open the biometric lock, that wasn't really a possibility. After a few moments, Clockwork let himself in. Vlad had given him an override key so he could come over without being let in, not that a biometric lock could keep out the Master of Time, anyway.

"Vlad, dear, are you here?" he asked.

"Meow!" Vlad replied. He had meant to say, I'm terribly sorry my sweet, but it seems I've become trapped in the form of a house cat and may require your assistance, but that was decidedly not what came out of his tiny feline mouth.

"Hm?" Clockwork looked down, taking notice of him for the first time. "I thought Vlad didn't allow his cat in his lab," he noted, then levitated Vlad up to get a closer look. "You're not Maddie. Vlad never mentioned getting a second cat."

Vlad wanted to respond that he hadn't gotten a second cat. That it was him, and could Clockwork please help him instead of floating him through the air looking vaguely curious.

Again, the only thing that came out was, "Meow!"

Clockwork floated him closer and let Vlad drop a few inches into his cradled arms as the timeless ghost examined him. Vlad wanted to be upset, or at least disgruntled, but Clockwork's arms were so comfortable, soft and strong. Instead of mewling indignantly, Vlad found himself nuzzling into them involuntarily.

"You sure are fluffy," Clockwork observed. "No tag on your collar. Has Vlad not given you a name yet?"

I am Vlad, he tried to say, but what came out was, "Mew."

Clock work gently scratched Vlad between the ears. His eyes fell closed in the satisfaction, and a rumbling purr rose in his chest.

"You're a sweet little thing, aren't you?" Vlad could hear the smile in his partner's voice. "I can see why Vlad took you in... And you're a little ghostly, too. What, are you down eight lives already? On your last one?"

"Meow," Vlad replied, hoping to convey with his tone how bad that joke had been. Honestly, Clockwork had been spending too much time watching Daniel in the time-stream if he was making jokes like that. Vlad would have even said as much, if he thought it would come out as anything besides 'meow'.

"We said 6 o'clock, didn't we?" Clockwork said consideringly, looking at the digital clock up on the wall of Vlad's lab. "My darling is always so punctual. I showed up right on time, but he's nearly five minutes late. He didn't forget, did he?"

No! Vlad thought. No, I didn't forget. I would never forget. I'm right here!

"Meow! Meow!" he said. Curse his stupid feline vocal chords. Clockwork understood many languages, but Cat wasn't one of them.

"You're right, I'm sure he's just caught up in something unavoidable," Clockwork agreed, though of course, he didn't actually know what the cat had said. "I suppose I'll just wait here with you until he returns. What should we talk about, do you think?"

Vlad looked up at his love and blinked slowly, unsure what to do or say. Waiting until he got back would be useless when he was already here, but there was no way for Clockwork to recognize him in this form to help him change back, and asking obviously wasn't an option.

"Can I tell you a secret," Clockwork said conspiratorially. "Something even Vlad doesn't know?"

Vlad's eyes widened and he wriggled in his partner's arms, unsure what he was trying to do except somehow express his irritation that the ghost who supposedly loved him would share a secret with his cat and not with him.

"It's a bit embarrassing," the ghost continued. "Sometimes, when I'm bored, I search the time streams for apocalyptic timelines. Sometimes they're ones that have already been averted, or ones that would happen so far off in the future that the Observants haven't forced me to do anything about them yet. And you know what I do?"

"Meow?" Vlad asked, which of course was meant to be 'what', but he couldn't actually say that.

Clockwork smiled and stroked Vlad's soft cat belly.

"I like to go to places rife with chaos, and make them worse," Clockwork said. "I know the Observants will allow nothing in those pockets of time to actually come to be, so I just show up and make a menace of myself. Sometimes I use my powers, but sometimes I just set things on fire, or hit things with my staff. no matter what I do, it will never have actually happened, so no one ever finds out. It's ever so freeing. Cathartic even. Sometimes I just obliterate survivor's and imagine they're Observants and I'm making their big hideous eyes explode."

Vlad stared up at Clockwork with his mouth agape. He was thinking that he'd never been more in love with the ghost before him, but evidently Clockwork interpreted the look as judgemental because he quickly rose to his own defense.

"I know it's a bit dark, but since I always go to offshoot timelines, none of it actually happens," he assured. "It's just a consequence free outlet for the stresses and frustrations of my existence at the whims of that short-sighted council." He frowned and added in a grumble, "Considering none of them have any depth perception, they certainly have a lot of opinions on what they see."

Vlad mewled in sympathy and pushed his head against Clockwork's hand. Any time the matter of his work came up, Clockwork had nothing but complaints about the council of Observants that kept him in check. As their relationship progressed, Vlad had come to absolutely despise those wretched cyclopes—though he'd never actually mat any of them.

Clockwork sighed. "You really are quite the affectionate animal," he said.

Upon saying so, Clockwork lowered his head and planted a kiss on the space between Vlad's ears.

Vlad felt his heart rate skyrocket, and the next thing he knew, he was changing. His body grew, the joints in his limbs shifting from animal to human, his ears lowering on the sides of his head, his fur receding into his skin.

Then he was standing in his lab, pressed against his partner's body, with Clockwork's arms wrapped around him.

"It was an accident," Vlad said immediately, burying his face in Clockwork's chest in embarrassment. He listened to the quiet tick-tocking of his lover's core and let his heartbeat slow to match the sound. "I was just trying to pass the time until you got here, and I got stuck."

Vlad heard a rhythmic shudder, and he realized that Clockwork was laughing softly.

"Um... about what I told you..."

"I wasn't judging you," Vlad told him quickly, pulling back just enough that the two of them could look each other in the eyes. "Honestly, I think your... shall we say hobby? Is rather ingenious. And considering who you work for, I don't think anyone should blame you for wanting to take out your frustrations every once-in-a-while. Finding a consequence free environment to do so was exceptionally clever on your part."

"You think so?"

"I do," Vlad confirmed. "In fact, I think I'd like to join you some time. I'm trying very hard to be the good guy from now on, but frankly, I miss being the bad guy sometimes."

"Perhaps I'll take you with me next time," Clockwork suggested. "But this evening, I've planned something else?"

"Oh?"

Clockwork pulled away from the embrace, sliding his arms down Vlad's side and coming to rest when the two of them were holding hands.

"The best Italian restaurant in all of history was in Naples. It was shut down by the government in 1997 because it was a front for a money laundering operation, but I happen to know the best time to go. Care to join me, dearest?"

Clockwork let go of Vlad's hands and offered him an elbow.

Vlad interlocked their arms with a smile.

"Sounds divine, my sweet," he agreed, pressing up to kiss Clockwork on the cheek. "Lead the way."

The was a flash of light, and the image of a clock burned itself into Vlad's retinas momentarily, and then they were standing on a street in Naples, Italy, across from a restaurant that definitely looked like a front for some mafia scheme, but if Clockwork said it was the best Italian food in all of history, well, he would know best.

Vlad did ask for a moment to let his eyes adjust. It was a bit jarring going from the relatively dim light of his lab to the sunny streets of Italy at what looked to be around mid-afternoon. Not to mention he'd forgotten to close his eyes when his love had transported them, and the image of a clock was still bright and clear every time he closed his eyes to blink.

Once Vlad was adjusted, however, the two of them walked in, side-by-side, and Vlad couldn't speak to all of history, but it was certainly the best Italian food he'd ever had. And with the best company to share it with, too.

[kyouka-supremacy]

Ryu for the ask game?

Omg thank you all for asking this character I totally didn't specifically ask to be asked about and who I love a perfectly normal amount giggles and twirls hair

Favorite thing about them: He really strives to be good. Good at something, anything, but just good. He constantly fights against his own narrative and I find it very admirable. He was doomed from the start to fail and I feel like he knows that, and I don't know how he finds the strength to keep trying anyway but he does and it's really neat. Maybe his skull really is too thick to listen to the words of a predetermined fate. Just the whole thing about being the tragic character of all time is very compelling to me. Also, his inherently meaningless seeking a validation to live he shares with Atsushi makes me like him for reasons similar to Atsushi.

Least favorite thing about them: MMMHHHH,,,,,,,,,,,,,, Like I really like his flaws, I'm happy he has them, I wouldn't like him the same if he didn't? But at least I can safely say it's someone I wouldn't like to deal with irl lol.

Favorite line:

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brOTP: GIN AND RYUUNOSUKE!!!!! They make me go insane. Holding hands while working in the darkness fr. Being lonely together. Someone who's seen you at your worst FOR REAL but still hasn't abandoned you for some unfathomable reason. I don't know what goes through your mind but I see your eyes and they're the same as mine. Also mmmmhhhh sskk. Chuuaku. Kyouka and Akutagawa though I'm not sure that can count as brotp. Lucy and Akutagawa.

OTP: Sskk is like, pretty cool if you ask me <3 Imagine a fully rotten individual who was never meant for anything but killing and making people suffer since they were born, loving someone. Imagine the “I will kill you” being replaced by “I will love you”. But also imagine being so deeply interlaced with another person, your existence just can't escape the other. Destined to be together and destined to fall apart at the same time. I'll never be able to move forward until I've denied your very being but if you die my existence will stop having a meaning. Don't tell me what to do. I will follow you to the end of the world. I will kill you. I will die for you. I just think them <333 Chuuaku too, have already spent countless words on them but. Finally a ship that's real and relatable. Finally something that doesn't feel ethereal and idealized and distant and untouchable, but real and stained and messy and human. What if I didn't understand you but I wanted to. What if we walked together home. They're neat <333 Other Akutagawa ships I vibe with would be Akutagawa × Beast Atsushi, Akutagawa × Tachihara, Akutagawa × Kajii, akuatsulucy...

nOTP: 🤨🤔🧐

Random headcanon: I think he's numb to pain. And I don't mean it in the “oh no he suffered so much he's used to it at this point :((( ” pitying way, I mean it in the “he's felt such very strong spikes of pain in multiple occasions, his pain detectors just gave out” way. The “he won't notice a wound because he just can't feel it” way.

Unpopular opinion: In the last period, it's been bugging me a little how Akutagawa and Dazai's relationship is portrayed in fancontent. It's just always so black and white, while actually I feel like there's so much nuisance to it that just gets lost in fandom. Yes, the way Dazai treated Akutagawa was horrible and inhuman. Yes, to an extent Dazai thought highly of Akutagawa's abilities and cared for him. Yes, Akutagawa was victim of Dazai's heavy abuse. No, Akutagawa isn't entirely subject to Dazai, he explicitly gave his consent to an hard training (which, I reiterate, doesn't justify it at all; but does give more nuisance to the whole situation) and did oppose him in multiple occasions. I just think sometimes Akutagawa is framed as this helpless damsel in distress and Dazai as this inhuman monster whereas their relationship is indeed unhealthy, but still so much more complex than that. And just, really, I feel like portraying Akutagawa so helpless in Dazai's hands makes him a disservice? Even though in canon he said to be willing to kill Dazai on multiple occasions, has punched him more than once, has told straight “no”s to his face. I just think... People tend to make Akutagawa a lot less aware than he actually is. Here, there it is, that's what really troubles me. Akutagawa does know Dazai hurt him. He does know Dazai's treatment of him was cruel, and unfair. He is aware of what Dazai did to him. That just can't stop him from seeking his approval, even against his will. But to think that Akutagawa is blind to everything Dazai did to him does him a disservice, because he really is not that stupid or with completely null self-awareness. The fact that he tends to run after Dazai despite knowing how much he's hurt him is just further proof of how complex and human-like Akutagawa's psyche is. Also, he does NOT like reading. All my homies hate booknerd Akutagawa.

Song i associate with them: Well, I associate with him songs I definitely shouldn't associate with him alcfjyalfiygaslfiya. One song I always listen to that infallibly makes me think of Akutagawa although it really DOES NOT fit Akutagawa is Patchwork Staccato by toa, with its delicious sewing symbolism and words of toxic codependent relationships and the line you, I'd really rather you just stop existing I just can't help but link to him. Or Vampire by DECO*27, which. self-explanatory. but really shouldn't be associated with Akutagawa. On the side of songs that do fit Akutagawa, Tokyo Teddy Bear (AKUTAGAWA SEWING SYMBOLISM MY ULTIMATE BELOVED) and Lost One's Weeping (“Who stained that heart black? Who was it? Who was it!?” “Can you untie the rope around his neck? Can we keep going like this? What're you gonna do? I don't care anymore!” “But why does this lump in our hearts // Say we want to disappear? Say we want to die?” “Can you remember the dreams of your childhood? Who threw those dreams in a ditch? Who was it!? You know who it was! When are you going to grow up!? What is a grown-up anyway? Who has the answers? What're you gonna do? I don't care anymore!”) and basically everything from Neru. And Rolling Girl by wowaka, obviously.

Favorite picture of them:

Favourite panel from the manga: The one above LMAO. I. Really like that scene and think it's the most beautiful climax Akutagawa's character arc could have ever had. Here's my second favourite though:

Favourite illustration: There's a lot of beautiful ones...

Favourite illustration in the anime art style:

BUT ALSO this please don't make me choose. And various anime screencaps. I feel like I'm cheating but maybe it's unethical to ask from me to pick a favourite Akutagawa picture in the first place.

Favourite Mayoi card:

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