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imthefemalemonster · 2 years

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Daemon with “There is no way anyone in this place is that innocent” “I guess I am?” “Not after I’m done with you.”

and “Gosh, you're so innocent it makes me want to do things to you.”

Cuz I’m a slut for innocent Aemond and pervert Daemon corrupting his nephew’s innocence

Here it is anon! Sorry it took so long, hope you enjoy it ~

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⸻Innoncence

Daemond - Daemon Targaryen x Aemond Targaryen (Smut)

⸻ Summary: Daemon pays a spicy visit to his nephew Aemond in the library.

Tags: Adults Versions of Characters, PWP, Anal Sex, DP, Dildo, Hand Jobs, Kissing, Daddy kink, (if you blink), Top!Daemon, Bottom!Aemond, Clothed Sex, Orgasm

⸻ Read on Ao3

Notes: I don’t know how medieval dildos work but I wanted to write something more spicy and this was very funny to do - requested by anon on tumblr! - hope you enjoy it. ♡

Tumblr for ideas/requests: @imthefemalemonster

Prompts requested (from here): “There is no way anyone in this place is that innocent.” "I guess I am?” “Not after I’m done with you.” + “Gosh, you’re so innocent it makes me want to do things to you.”

⸻ Words: 4484

The sun cast its last rays as the library was emptying itself, leaving only a few readers lost in their books. After a long morning at the training grounds and a few meetings, Aemond had hidden himself in one of his favorite places, alone, between books and parchments most people wouldn’t pay attention to. The air was heavy with dust, silent apart from fingers scratching paper and murmuring voices that sounded more like a puff of wind than actual human voices.

Aemond’s calm was interrupted as he heard men rushing outside the library, boots nonchalantly hitting the floor in an irregular and particularly unpleasant rhythm. He didn’t move, too immersed in his book, nobody ever dared to disturb him, today was no different, he thought. But his routine collapsed with his uncle’s, as Daemon had entered the library, looking around like he was searching for something very precise. He advanced between the aging shelfs before noticing Aemond and walking toward him.

“Nephew”, he greeted, leaning above the younger man’s shoulders.

“What are you doing here?”, snarled Aemond, closing his book, very focused on showing he was not happy to be bothered.

“I was bored”, explained Daemon, not worried in the slightest about Aemond's visible irritation, “Rhaenyra went out, the boys and girls are in their rooms…”

“Excellent”, mocked Aemond, “I do not know what it has to do with me but I like myself as a company, you have plenty of books to keep you busy.”

Daemon smiled, stepping back and placing himself half seated on the desk, still staring at Aemond.

“Defensive…”, he breathed, “I came to see you actually… I’ve seen you earlier.”

“What does that mean?”, asked Aemond, avoiding his uncle’s gaze as he cleaned his desk.

“I’ve seen your smile.”

Aemond raised his only eye, confused.

“And what does that mean?”, commented Aemond, brain buzzing with questions as to why his uncle was really here, “If you came just to mock me because you are bored, it’s working, it’s annoying me. Now that you have what you want, I’ll take my leave.”

“I have not come to annoy you. I saw you wanted me.”

There was a silence, it lasted seconds but felt like hours.

“God old man”, sighed Aemond, breaking the heavy tension in the library now completely empty. Sweat running along his neck, hands moist, his body reacted to these few words, “You might want to be more specific”, he stood up, trying to keep his composure as he was now facing Daemon.

“When I decapitated a man”, smirked Daemon, “You had the biggest smile I had ever seen.”

“And?”

“And? I thought it was cute.”

Aemond shook his head

“No you don’t.”, his cheeks felt hot. He prayed Daemon wouldn’t notice it.

“Did I impress you?”

Too late.

“You really didn’t.”

“I would have expected disgust.”, remarked Daemon, “But you looked like you appreciated the scene.”

“Surprised? What is a man half head falling on the floor? I was raised harder than this.”

Daemon bursted out laughing, raising a finger toward Aemond, pressing it on his leathered top.

“Raised hard?”, he continued laughing, “A prince in King’s Landing? Never set foot on a battlefield, only shows off at the training grounds-”

“I’ve lost an-”

“Eye. Yes I know.”, sighed Daemon, “You also claimed a dragon, I know the story boy, I was here.”

“The biggest dragon.”

“Hm, we’ll see about that.”

Aemond frowned his eyebrows at the comment, pushing Daemon's finger away. The older man only shrugged his shoulders, steadying himself on the desk with one hand, leaning in closer to Aemond, his nephew’s face slightly towering his own.

“Act like a man with a book in one hand, sword in the other, threatening kids, but in front of me I don’t see more than a mommy’s little boy.”, murmured Daemon.

Aemond sighed as he picked up his books, ready to leave, avoiding Daemon’s insistent stare. The older man stopped him, moving in front of his body, moving threateningly as he locked the younger man between his broad figure and the desk. Aemond said nothing but his single eye burned with both annoyance and something else he wished wasn’t here.

“Does it have pretty girls in it?”, asked Daemon, tapping on the book with a finger.

Aemond pressed the books harder against his chest, like a maid with some sheets.

“Or boys”, smiled Daemon, “If you prefer.”

“I don’t prefer anything, I’m good.”, Aemond cheeks had slightly reddened, it didn’t go unnoticed as his uncle smirked.

“I used to read a lot”, continued Daemon, “Won’t hide I liked these stories, sometimes poems, about these pretty young maidens or horsemen…”

“I-I don’t read that kind of books”, stuttered Aemond, he hated how the older man’s presence both impressed and aroused him. He wished he could stand tall and face him, but in reality he only wanted to crawl in his arms and be held like a son in his father’s arms.

“A loss for you”, pouted Daemon, sounding almost sincere, “Could teach you some… things”, he mewled as a finger brushed his nephew’s arms, sending shivers down Aemond’s spine.

“I’m not interested.”, he lied. Aemond had definitely read some of these virgins maids’ stories, maybe even written some that would match to his own fantasies. Those involving an older man strangely resembling him, for example. He wanted to bury this deep inside him, trying not to think about it as he felt like Daemon could read into him like an open book, a fantastic erotic poem.

“It’s not even sex all the time”. Daemon raised an eyebrow, “If that disturbs you…”

“It doesn’t!”, Aemond raised his voice, he wanted to sound confident, he only sounded like a child, “It’s just not my thing.”

“Raised hard”, cooed Daemon, “But not good at lying.”

“How can you tell?”, questioned Aemond. He was done for. Daemon knew everything, and more.

“Strange to me that you are pressed against your uncle, you let his finger roam on your clothes, and you are not running away?”

“I’m n-not-”, murmured Aemond. Oh he was, he really was.

“There is no way anyone in this place is that innocent.”

"I guess I am?”, mockingly said Aemond. Moving his hips closer, tearing a groan out of Daemon, it sounded like honey to his ears.

Daemon caught his sharp face between his fingers, thumb languidly caressing the younger man's chin, eyes hungry with a newfound desire.

“Not after I’m done with you.”, he rasped. Aemond's heart stopped beating.

The air was thick with tension, but the kiss that followed broke it, shattering it like a thousand glasses thrown onto the floor. It was not kind, but still loving, a kind of love and desire Aemond craved. Erections pushed into another, Daemon was eating those soft lips, uncaring for the loud noises escaping his lips as he relentlessly attacked his nephew's lower lip, biting it, sucking it. Wet noises mixed with Aemond loud moans, there was no defiance to have anymore, he wanted to let Daemon know he liked it. He was is. Daemon had claimed him the moment he entered the library, Aemond had let him in the moment Vaemond Velaryon’s head hit the floor.

“You really just love to fuck yourself don’t you”, whispered Aemond, breaking the kiss, the two men intoxicated in the other scent and wetness, “Narcissist.”

Daemon laughed. It was bold from a Targaryen, but quite true.

“You’re just a little wannabe me aren’t you?”. Daemon reached for the boy’s burning red cheeks, a hand locking his face in place as the other ventured on his nephew’s top, fingers slowly undoing it.

“I won’t be another trophy.”

“Oh really?”, pouted Daemon, “When I lift you up, won’t be much of a difference, right Nephew?”

“I’m innocent, not stupid.”

Daemon laughed.

“Not blind either.”

“But hard.”, mewled Aemond. Daemon's eyes happily widened as he felt the younger man shyly rub against him.

“Gosh, you’re so innocent it makes me want to do things to you.”, Daemon reciprocated the motions, grinding himself against Aemond as his hands left his face and chest to lift him up, sitting him on the desk and placing himself between his legs.

Aemond blushed, he was ready to beg for everything in the world and more. He was new to this, but his wildest dreams and fantasies weren’t. Not that he was particularly interested in Targaryen’s customs, but secretly, because his dignity and composure was more important than everything else, he had admired Daemon for so long. There were as many things he hated about him that he loved. Maybe he wanted to be the very thing he hated about Daemon. He wanted to be feared, respected, privileged, loved. He bit his lips, he wanted to be loved by one particular person, just like Daemon was.

“I’ve got a surprise for you, pretty boy”, murmured Daemon against the younger man’s ear, his breath burning the sensitive skin, words echoing through Aemond’s body.

Blushing, Aemond nodded, convinced the surprise was probably to be taken like a whore on the very desk, pleading and begging for more. But Daemon was slow and mysterious, he moved his lips to the white pearl neck, a hand reaching for Aemond hair, untying them as he eagerly ran a hand through them, making them as messy as his nephew’s skin under his kisses and bites. Lips parted, Aemond held himself on Daemon’s shoulders, aroused breaths leaving his mouth as the older man pulled on his hair. The Rogue Prince’s other hand ran down the boy's exposed chest, nails scratching the skin, murmuring some ‘good boy, good boy’ along the way, fingers hungrily reaching for Aemond’s crotch, pressing on it, ripping up desperate sobs from his nephew. He was terribly hard, just like him, and needy as the felt the boy shiver under the touch

“Take the thing out of my pocket”, ordered Daemon.

Aemond hesitated a second, not because he didn’t want to but because he was simply confused at the order. What thing? His hand brushed Daemon's waist, hip, until it felt something hard, very hard, almost like a hilt inside his pocket, but it was not Daemon’s sword, Dark Sister wasn’t with him now. He took the object out, it was wooden from the texture he felt, like a very short staff which looked like it had veins on it, similar to tree’s roots. He observed the object, it was not roots nor a staff, it resembled a cock and Aemond had little to no idea what you could do with that. Was it meant to impress him, mock him?

“Do you know what this is?”, asked Daemon, tilting his head, pressing soft kissing on Aemond cheek, fingers running on his swollen lips. His free hand slowly undid Aemond pants, soft gasp escaping the prince as the hot air hit his hard shaft, still trying to focus on the object.

“Y-you carved a cock?”, questioned Aemond, he felt Daemon dry fingers caressing his cock, he was about to lose his mind to this.

“That’s not for decorating.”

“T-thanks god”, huffled Aemond, moving against the fingers, “Not particularly p-pretty.”

“I thought it would be funnier with a little toy.”, Daemon smiled, leaving a little peck on Aemond's lips, the one-eyed man’s lower body rubbing against him now.

Aemond blushed, stopping his motion, cheeks ablaze as he realized.

“You a-actually prepared that.”

Daemon laughed, nodding his head with close to no shame on his face.

“That’s…”, Aemond was taken aback, “That’s v-very depraved.”

“You are sitting cock out and hard, rubbing against your uncle, kissing him like a thirsty man in a desert, but a wooden cock is depraved?”, Daemon smirked, “Tell me more, love.”

Aemond looked away for a moment, a hand still on the object, the other on his uncle’s shoulder. Part of him knew, but he still wanted to ask because it was too good to hear Daemon tell him everything he would do to him.

“W-what am I supposed to do with it?”

Daemon smiled.

“Listen to me pretty, innocent boy.”, he rasped, lips brushing Aemond’s, “You are going to be a good boy, yes?”, he awaited a response, it took a moment for Aemond to react but he nodded, “Good boy. You and I are going to have a little fun tonight. Because you can’t walk these corridors with confidence, dance on those training grounds like you are untouchable, make these blonde hair all pretty, and not expect me to come and eat you whole when I can.” Daemon stopped a moment, observing Aemond, expecting an ounce of disagreement but the younger man was drinking his words and praises like water after a training session. “So here is what’s going to happen baby boy. Uncle is very hard and needy, and you have pretty hands and a pretty mouth”, there were so close, breathing each other air, drunk in the scent, “So you are going to wet and suck that toy with your mouth, and you’re going to make me harder with these pretty hands, so when I’m hard and wet, I’ll fuck you open with my cock and toy, hard enough you won’t walk straight for days.” He stopped, there was too much to process for Aemond he probably lost him half way, “You would do that for me right? You would make your uncle happy?”

“I-I’m not”, Aemond moaned as Daemon pressed himself harder against him, “I can’t t-take both.”

“Ssh”. Daemon bit the boy’s lower lip, sucking it into his mouth, “We are going to prepare you for that right. You are going to give me that pretty usable, manhandled body, and I’ll make us feel so good. You’re going to be a good whore for me, right Aemond?”

Aemond paused, his uncle had removed his hand from his cock. He was needy with friction, dizzy, head buzzing with a hundred thoughts it could explode at any moment. But through the fog he could see one thing, Daemon, the very thing he craved for. Gods be damned, it was their moment, may they be witnesses and judges of it. He nodded, nose brushing against his uncle’s.

“You little brat”, husked Daemon, “Good little fuckable whore. Shall we?”

Aemond wasn’t sure what he had to do, so he waited, hands moving around Daemon’s sweaty neck, hair perfect compared to the mess his own were.

“Open your mouth”, commanded Daemon, “Take your tongue out, fuck your mouth with the toy. Be noisy. I want to hear you like it.”

The taste was weird at first, it was like licking a table. Not like Aemond had done it before, but the inanimate hardness of it felt strange on his tongue. He moved the wooden object up and down his cock, licking around the top, lips closing around the head. He had no idea how to actually suck cock, he must have looked ridiculous, but Daemon's eyes were telling him otherwise as he seemed lost in the lustful sight of his nephew's swollen lips around his toy.

“Get your other hand on my cock, stroke it.”, continued Daemon. It felt like a very perverted dance, two partners embraced in an obscene scene. Daemon had freed himself, waiting for Aemond to take him in hand, he grabbed the boy's thin waist holding him steady on the desk as the boy was working both his cock and mouth. Aemond moaned around the toy, hand moving hazardly around Daemon’s member, it was dry and not particularly enjoyable as he felt like scratching the skin and burning it rather than stroking it. But Daemon didn’t seem to mind, hips slowly moving following Aemond movement, heatedly fucking himself in the younger palm.

“Good thing I finally got to abuse this body. Would be a waste if nobody made the most out of it.”, rasped Daemon, “Good thing it’s me, mine only.”

Aemond moaned, saliva coating the toy, hitting deeper in his mouth, precum on his hand as he continued to rub Daemon’s cock. His movements had sped up, toy reaching spots he didn’t think were attainable inside his mouth, moaning loudly around it like Daemon asked. Fingers dug in the younger man's waist, Daemon raised a hand to grab at Aemond chest, a sob escaping the boy as he massaged the skin, palm pressed against a hard nipple.

“Fucking perfect”, he growned, “Ruinable skin, whorish moans, little needy nipples.”, a vile smirk on his lips, his hips moved faster in Aemond hand, mixed between satisfying pain and pleasant rubs in his nephew’s palm, coated with sweat and precum. Daemon wanted to possess his whole body. His hand grabbing at the chest, like he would grope a girl’s boob, but it was his nephew and it was even better. The sight: Aemond flushed visage face-fucking himself on a toy, dignity and innocence lost to depravity, his hard cock in the now expert hands, fingers playing with a nipple, twisting it savoring the noises Aemond made around the wood as he perversely pinched the sensitive bud, the younger’s man cock leaking, red and cute, resting on his belly were Daemon only wished he was nestled.

“Fucking hells”, he murmured, Aemond sobs and moans filling the room, hardening and excited at the idea he could be caught in the middle of ruining his nephew. He they were, he would make sure the person would never forget, that his obscenity would be imprinted in their mind as hard as Aemond was going to take him deep.

“Good boy, enough now.”, Aemond cried out when Daemon forcefully took the toy out of his mouth. He couldn’t know how much time had passed since he had been eating the wooden object, but the flavor was printed on his tongue. “Good fucking dog”, groaned Daemon, attacking his nephew’s needy mouth. The younger man answered without hesitation, fucking each other mouth with grandiose obscenity, saliva and sweat mixing, tongues fighting inside Aemond.

Daemon moved back, breaking the kiss and any contact he had with Aemond. Surprised, Aemond cried out at the loss, hands reaching for his uncle like a babe. Daemon would have loved to comment on how needy the boy already was despite his evident innocence a few minutes ago, but his mind was only filled with the need to get Aemond ass down his cock and have him beg for the double penetration. Cocks angry, toy wet like a nude body under the rain, Daemon took a moment to observe, admire.

“On your belly”, he ordered, “On the desk.”

He was surprised at how fast Aemond obeyed. He had not yet fucked all the dignity out of the boy but his nephew was ready to fall on his knees. He hummed happily. Aemond got off the table, turning back, a smirk on his lips, body leaning in, opening himself wide, ass and legs for his uncle.

“That’s a view some would kill for.”, groaned Daemon, holding onto the very few last pieces of patience he had.

Aemond smiled, face against the table, single eye turned to his uncle, back arched the best he could. He hoped he looked fuckable, desirable, not so innocent. It was better than any of his fantasies.

“Say it.”, husked Daemon.

The younger man parted his lips, a breath escaping him but no words. He frowned his eyebrow, doe lilac eye wide toward his uncle, feigning not to understand. A few seconds passed, Daemon losing his patience, but still amused.

“Acting like a prude, virtuous little innocent maiden is definitely making me want to fuck your ass harder, baby boy.”, Daemon leaned in, cock lazily rubbing against Aemond entrance, ripping a soft moan out of him, “But I need you to say it. What is your uncle going to do to you?”

“Pervert”, moaned Aemond, moving back against his uncle’s hard length.

“Wrong answer. And you are also a little pretty fuckable slut to me.”

“Then do it.”

Daemon laughed, he loved this boy, he was going to ruin him.

“Do what?”

“Fuck me Uncle!”, moaned Aemond, voice heavy with wetness and saliva.

“Good boy, I’m going to sink you down my cock with that toy, and watch you break apart as I fuck you rough, just like that little brat ass deserves.”

Pressing the wooden object against Aemond entrance, the younger man moaned at the intrusion, pushing slowly against the sensitive, virgin rim. The sensation was unpleasant at first, Aemond teared up when the inanimate head entered, a gasp leaving his mouth feeling himself ripped apart. Daemon was breathing heavily, surprised seeing Aemond suck the toy up his ass so well. It was halfway in, wooden veins scratching the boy’s sensitive skin, leaving him breathless. Daemon bit his lips, cock leaking and throbbing, thinking about Aemond playing with his own fingers, drunk on imagining it was probably about him that he was fantasizing about while he sobbed and moaned around his digits.

“Idiot I was thinking you were innocent, can’t believe Prince Aemond Targaryen has fingered himself open.”, howled Daemon, “Wonder what the Gods and his virtuous mother would think…”. The idea watered his mouth, cock pressing against the younger Prince’s hole, next to the toy.

“O-only a few t-times”, he moaned, unsure if he wanted it to sound like an excuse or a invitation. Aemond was focused on his legs, praying for his body not to give up as he gathered all his strengths, holding the table, joints going white as Daemon fucked the toy in and out him at a languid pace. He could feel every curve, every wooden veins, every default and details on the toy penetrating him, hot and eager with feeling Daemon hungry member against him. His own cock pressed against the table, hard and painful, hopefully unpleasantly rubbing against the desk as he moved against Daemon.

“Ready sweet boy?”, cooed the Rogue Prince, mind and mouth full of obscenity.

Aemond couldn’t answer, no words came out of his mouth, he could only mewls and moans as he felt Daemon's eager cock press against his hole, next to the toy. Aemond wanted to scream but his throat was sore, empty. The moment the cock entered he felt like he was torn apart, split in half. But Daemon’s cock, as hard as it was, was still softer than the wooden toy, the mixture of both the hard members inside him being delicious, making him delirious. Only the head was in, hungry and animal, Daemon was still conscious to go slow, every barrier of his sanity broken, but yet it wasn’t about hurting, it was about making sure his cock would be so imprinted inside Aemond he would only think about it each time he sat down.

“U-unccl-”, Aemond was incoherent, noises escaping his mouth

“Good boy, you’re taking it so well.”, purred Daemon, grabbing Aemond waist with one hand, starting to move in and out slowly, the other hand on the toy, keeping it in place, “Baby Prince taking two cocks. What a brave, brave slut.”

Setting a steady but harsh pace, Daemon closed his eyes, finally losing himself in the heat of the room, inside his tight nephew, his walls clenching around him, compressing him so hard inside the pain felt so good. The wetness of the act, the noises of skin against skin, hips crushing into another, the leather melting on both of the men’s burning skins. Riding his nephew like it would never happen again, finger dug in his waist, Daemon groaned noisily. Nobody had caught them to his grand disappointment, but the sobs, the tight ass around his cock and toy, the view were enough to satisfy him. Moving back and forth, standing on his tiptoe, pounding inside Aemond, crushing him against the table like he wanted him to go through.

Taking the toy out without warning, Aemond gasped at the single presence of Daemon’s cock inside him now. It was not odd like the wooden object, it was soft and hot, reassuring almost. Like a very loving hug, a tender caress, except it was his uncle rough fucking him, but still it was better than anything he had ever experienced with his fingers. Probably better than any of Daemon’s books.

Grabbing a handful of Aemond hair, Daemon harshly pulled on them, having the younger man hardly stand up, orgasm building up, close, his entire body oversensitive and legs close to give up.

“Hands on the desk, steady yourself while Uncle fucks you good, little whore”, ordered Daemon, letting go of the boy’s hair to grasp his waist, pounding inside with desperate need and absolute perversity, “Don’t touch yourself.”, he commanded. Aemond whined but obeyed, he wanted to jerk himself off at the same rhythm Daemon was fucking inside him, cock hard and painful from the friction with the desk. His belly was hot, he was sweaty, he felt his legs shiver, hands shaking as he grabbed the table the best he could. Daemon bestial groans and erratic thrusts pushed him over the edge as he came all over the desk and himself, screaming his uncle’s name.

“Fucking hells!”, laughed Daemon, visibly proud, “Pretty boy, all that cum for me.” The Rogue Prince felt the boy’s body go limp, he wouldn’t hold up much longer. Daemon caught him, an arm around his chest, kissing his back softly, cock still buried deep inside him but no moving anymore.

“On your knees, pretty boy.”, he whispered softly into Aemond's ear, the younger Prince nodded, breathing heavily, dizzy, mind absent from the orgasm.

Taking his cock out, painfully hard, Daemon guided him down gently, caressing his hair like a pet. Aemond raised his head, single eye hungry, lips parted, tongue slightly out.

“You did good my little boy, time for a reward.”, purred Daemon. “Can’t fucking breed you even if I wished. Gonna come on that pretty face and ruin you even more, from face to ass. I’ll take every second, minute, or hour to admire you with my seed dripping on your pretty face.” And the view was splendid; the confident Prince, messy hair, sweaty face, chest open and bruised from bites and kisses, flaccid cock hanging between his shivering legs, hands on his knees, mouth open, waiting for Daemon. The Rogue Prince languidly stroked his cock, just above Aemond tilted head, the boy so calm, breathing sounding almost asleep. Daemon was close, in only a few more thrusts in his palm he came, white droplets painting Aemond red cheeks, a beautiful contrast, obscene rain flowing on his face, eyepatch. Milking every last drop of seed out of his cock, making sure he wouldn’t miss any hitting Aemond’s face, Daemon smiled. Content, pleased, fulfilled.

“Good little Targaryen”, smirked Daemon, “Another one fucked.”

Too dizzy, too tired to think, Aemond frowned his eyebrow forcing his brain to compute Daemon’s words. He smiled briefly. Pervert. Maybe there was a solution to family quarrels after all.

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azulera · 1 year

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Hi, so my Kylian scenario is him & innoncent reader. She's still a virgin but is curious and wants to please Kylian because he's been frustrated lately. One time while they were making out she asks him if she can perform oral on him or a handjob. Kylian is of course shocked so he laughs it off cause he thought it was joke then realizes she's serious. So he teaches her how to do it. After, she asks him if he liked it. I'll let you think of the end ;)

my apologies sister but i do not write smut 😔 i am a fluff and hurt/comfort machine only 😔😔 anyone interested please feel free to use this prompt

#thank you for sending tho #my posts #kylian mbappe fanfiction #kylian mbappe imagine

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suffering-and-happy-about-it · 2 years

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An Unlicensed Therapist (A Steven Grant One-Shot)

Description: Your life was simply too good to be true - a bunch of the best friends on the planet, a job in one of the best attorney offices in Manhattan, and a nice guy you were seeing. But one day, your best friend Carly suddenly decides to get married to her boyfriend of five years... And that was when you felt like your life was crumbling apart.

Prompt: You are the maid of honor at your best friend's wedding, but you are single and sad about having to attend solo. Stressed and grumpy on the long flight there, you have a few too many drinks and pass out, drooling, on the shoulder of your seatmate. When you arrive at the destination, you are mortified to discover that your handsome seatmate is the best man.

A/N: Yes, I am mentioning the Jen Walters (She-Hulk (2022)) and it's because I really love her character (Tatiana is slaying!). Also, don't worry, Marc will be present. This is more of a bridge to get me back into writing because I feel like I've been slacking in this department in the last few months and I'm not really having fun with the series I'm writing for atm and I was relentlessly dragged into the MK fandom by my one and only, @missdictatorme. This is for you baby.

Pairing: None, really but Steven Grant x fem!reader, I suppose?

Word count: 5.1 K

Warnings: Well, the reader getting drunk and pouty, Marc coming off a bit of an angsty bitch at first, me hoping I didn't screw it up, break up and besties cheering each other up.

The plane around you was fucking crowded. More than that. According to the plan Carly had sent you via e-mail, your seat was located in the very front of the craft. As you walked through the small row between the seats, bumping into other passengers either with your bag or ass, you could feel the sadness and anxiety spiking in your chest. How did you even get into this mess of a situation? Well, to understand it, you had to travel back in time. Not for much, just two weeks' worth of it.

Two weeks ago:

To be honest, you were fucking tired. It was only Monday and were barely standing on your feet with how fucking tired you were. With big trouble, you barely slipped out of your high heels as you hung your keychain on the stand, balancing your cold coffee in your other palm. Taking a long breath, you finally stood in the small hall of your dark apartment, stretching your neck. It felt like you hadn't found a moment to simply catch a breath, sit down, and relax in the last few weeks, whether it was the weekend or labor day. Truth be told, the situation was pretty tense in the attorney's office you working at - you and all the other concipients were working harder than a pocket watch, trying to help all of your attorneys out. Even the lawyers themselves were pretty much clueless when it came to this particular case. Well, clueless wasn't the right word to use, but they were somewhat hesitant to propose any specific steps. This was something that rarely happened at Goodman, Lieber, Kurtzberg & Holliway, GLK/H, or GLK&H for short.

So yeah. Your work life was pretty stressful at that time. With a long breath, you decided to sit down at the dinner table while going through the post you were carrying from downstairs - without a second thought, you swung your feet onto the chair next to you, pouring yourself a big glass of wine while looking at all of the envelopes. There were a few interesting ones that caught your attention - one of which was your mother sending you a postcard from New Mexico (where she was vacating at the time), a few leaflets from your favorite boutiques across Manhattan (where you shopped when you wanted to look fancy for a work occasion or a formal one) and the last one was a small, pink envelope with a few hearts drawn all over it. Looking at the name of the sender, you realized it was your absolute best friend Carly who was sending you a letter. Not knowing why she did so (when she could literally pick up her phone and send you a text or call you), you picked a small knife and carefully opened it up... Realizing it was a wedding invitation.

For quite a bit, you stood still with the envelope in your palm and knife in the other, reading through it again and again, trying to understand if she was just fucking with you or was being serious. Your brain wasn't catching up, it seemed so. Sure, she and Kevin were an amazing couple (one of the sweetest you knew and one of which you introduced, in fact), but they never even spoke of proposing to one another - and suddenly, you were asked to be the maid of honor. Not too long after that, you were dancing your victory dance while dressed in your silky robe, a towel wrapped around your wet hair, a coal facial mask smudged all over your face, and Carly on the phone with you, explaining to you that this entire Hawaii wedding was a sudden, spontaneous idea.

Soon after, you got into all of the preparations, and let me emphasize that it wasn't exactly the most fun thing in the world - to make everything in your life work while simultaneously trying to create the perfect wedding. But honestly, you'd do anything for her. Now, on top of your very fucking stressful job, there was a whole wedding you helped to organize with the help of her mom and sister Aggie. At moments, you were thanking all the gods that you were specifically trained for chaos specifically (GLK&H was nothing more than chaos), otherwise, you wouldn't be able to compute the amount of information you needed to remember. While you were the one helping Carly with anything she asked you for, from making sure that everything will be prepared on time and according to her expectations, you were simultaneously helping her with picking the dress, the bouquet, the make-up, and... How did you manage not to get insane was beyond you.

At least you got some great help in the guest department and the bachelor and bachelorette parties - Kevin gave you his best man's number (to your surprise, the number was reserved for London) and let you two figure it out as a team. You never called each other, you never had a FaceTime or anything... You only sent each other texts and lengthy e-mails. The mysterious Steven, as the man introduced himself to you, was nice enough to check every e-mail you were about to send to the guests, the resort, or other agencies you were in contact with, and on top of that, he was making sure that there was everything in order. He honestly made everything so much easier for you. And voila, two weeks later, you had it all set in stone and sorted out - everything on your list was checked, and there was nothing left to do. Everything was to be absolutely perfect for the newlyweds... Shame the extended weekend wasn't about to be perfect for you.

The whole time you were pouring your heart into the preparations, you were sure that this guy you were seeing, Lucas, was about to be your date - sure, you weren't living with each other, but you were seeing one another on an almost daily basis and used to do all sorts of things together, sleepovers included. For the longest time, he presented himself as the prince charming you always hoped to meet one day. Lucas was very attentive and loved to spoil you; he stopped by the office on your lunch breaks just to bring you a coffee or lunch (and to tell you that he can't wait to hold you in his arms later that evening), he took you out and seemingly enjoyed doing even the most boring activities with you. Naturally, you assumed that prince charming was coming along. Who wouldn’t be up for a short vacay in Hawaii? It was a fucking dream coming true. Yet, just before you were about to drive off to the airport, he walked up to you, looked you in the eyes, and put his palm on your shoulder... And broke up with you. Imagine it. You were standing there with your mouth open, dressed in very tight cycling shorts and an oversized, ugly Hawaiian shirt (which you borrowed from Kevin) with an enormous straw hat on top of your head while this dreamy, almost too-good-to-be-true guy is holding your shoulder in his palm, telling you that it would never have worked anyway. That he was bored. That he had met someone else the other day. And that he fell for her, saying that he’s so sorry for not going with you to the wedding.

Well, you thought to yourself, fuck me, fuck him, and fuck this. You were in deep fucking trouble (not really, but you loved being dramatic). With your head held high, like the fighter you were, and your cheeks wet from tears, you drove yourself to the airport, telling yourself that you’ll make it the best wedding in the world nonetheless. Your ma didn't raise no quitter. You didn’t need a stupid man by your side to feel happy. You’ll just order enough margaritas to make yourself forget his face and if you’d be lucky enough and the known wedding superstition will come true, you’ll have the best man bending you over by this time tomorrow. In Hawaii.

Let’s say that this didn’t go as planned either; half an hour later, after going through the control of your luggage and ticket, you were sitting in the middle of the airport with an over-sized iced chocolate latté that had too much sugar in it with your headphones deep inside your ears, listening to Diana Ross and Jen’s voice on the phone. It was early Friday morning and you couldn’t call Carly to cry about what kind of son of a whore Lucas was (since it was literally her wedding weekend), Nikki wasn’t picking up and Jen was the only one who was most likely already up and getting ready for yet another day in the GLK&H. She was also one of the nicest and calmest people you’ve ever come across; you weren’t exactly besties, but you surely could call one another a friend.

Her phone was laying on her table as she put on her make-up, leaning into her mirror - so you could perfectly see each swoosh of her mascara and brush along with her forcing her double chin out just to make you giggle (since she quite literally didn’t have one). “Listen to me, Y/N.” - The woman said in a firm voice, putting her lipstick on while doing so. - “You are one of the most persistent, strongest, and stubborn people I’ve ever met. Like seriously, the office would fall apart in flames if there wasn’t for you and Nikki being our damn concipients. And I mean that. Like, without your constant hard work, information research, and cheering up, we’d be nothing - a hot pile of trash. You’re the driving force of GLK&H and don’t make some idiot make you feel otherwise, yeah?” - With that, she jolted, picked her phone up, and walked over to her closet.

“Yeah.” - You whined in a high-pitched voice, holding back the sob as you tried to dry the tears off your face. Your mascara was running all over your cheeks and the expression on your face was resembling a small child's who was throwing a tantrum, but Jen’s words made you genuinely feel better. So, you managed to crack a small, almost pathetic smile for her. “There is my tigress! Hello, I've missed you, sugar!” - She cheered, her voice filled with support. - “So, tell me now, will there be any handsome men that might take over Lucas’ spot, even for the weekend? You know how weddings go."

"Jen!" - You exclaimed with shock, laughing at what she had just said. This made her chuckle as well. - "I don't really know. It's gonna be a really small wedding, you know, just family and closest friends. And most of them seemed to be coupled anyway." "Then what about that Steven guy? He never mentioned he'd be having a date and from what you've told me, he made your life so much easier... And from the e-mails you've shown me that were sent by him, the guy really knows his grammar and is very polite. That's a promising start?" - Jen guessed, shrugging her shoulders as she pulled out a red turtleneck. She looked like a bombshell with that piece of clothing. - "You know what? Don't say anything, it'll be a surprise. What you gonna do on board the plane is that you'll order as much alcohol as you can. And trust me, girl, you'll have 10 hours to accomplish exactly that."

That happened two hours ago. Now, you were walking to your seat with your handbag, still dressed in that oversized monstrosity and very tight shorts while slowly moving forward, waiting for all the passengers in front of you to find their seats or to simply sit down. Most of the attendees were flying over by the next flight, but you needed to arrive sooner to make sure everything will be prepared for them, taking all of the weight off Carly's shoulders. After fifteen minutes of awkwardly standing around, you finally managed to walk to the front of the economy class, looking right at your seat - the problem was, there was a guy napping there already. Looking around nervously, you bit your bottom lip before bending over to him and shaking his shoulder nervously.

To be frank, the stranger was very handsome from what you could see. His black wavy hair was styled messily, there was a visible stubble on his cheeks contrasting the soft, rosy lips. The features of his face were giving you some kind of Spanish teacher on high school vibes - you liked the curve of his nose and his dark brown, sleepy eyes as he tried to wake up. "I'm really sorry but I'm dying to get on my seat, sit down and let my legs rest. I was waiting in that line for a long time." - You explained quickly, pointing to the seat next to the window. The man turned his head around with confusion, looking at the seat and you before picking himself up in hurry. - "Sorry, miss. I've been dying to catch a bit of sleep, I'm on the plane since yesterday evening."

If you'd be in a better mindset, you'd immediately notice the thick British accent that you had just let slip past your radars altogether. You couldn't be bothered, to be honest, trying not to cry all the fucking time. Plus, the man was nice enough to apologize to you so there wasn't anything strange about it. "Off to Hawaii too, hm? What for?" - You asked while letting him help you with your luggage, slipping past him to sit down in your corner.

"My best mate's wedding. He finally decided to hit it off with a girl he's been seeing for the longest time, good for him." - The gentleman answered immediately, offering you his right palm to shake hands. He was holding your bag in the compartment with his left hand still. This piece of information would tell even the biggest idiot that the man standing right in front of you, the handsome gentleman, was the mysterious Steven you've been exchanging e-mails with for the past couple of weeks. But, apparently, your brain decided to take a vacay as well, leaving you and your stupid ass on your own. - "Name's Steven, in case I could be of any help. Could be useful since we'll be sitting next to each for the next ten hours." "Totes." - You agreeded, shaking his palm. - "Name's Y/N. In case I could be of any help."

As soon as you both sat back down, Steven dozed off right after he fastened himself, knowing well he won't be up to even listen to the instructions. As he told you, he took off early Thursday morning just to get to the USA and to Hawaii from there - plus Marc was being a pain in the ass for the past few days, borrowing the body during the night again. So, because you were listening for both of you and your sleeping companion, you were paying extra attention, practicing all the moves the crazy nice flying attendant was showing to you - while knowing that in the next three hours, you'll be either dead asleep or drunk beyond socially acceptable. As soon as she reached the two of you, asking what you'll be drinking, you told her that you'll have a double margarita. "And what can I get for the gentleman?" - She asked you, assuming that you two are most likely traveling together. Not that you'd be complaining though. "Oh, he'll have a double shot of vodka. You know, poor guy, flying gets him all railed up. Just look at him." - And to make the situation even more comical, Steven snored loudly and flapped his mouth. The woman gave you a funny look but didn't ask further questions since alcohol was all-inclusive in economy class. As soon she put the glasses in front of you, you took a deep breath and looked at them.

"What is that awful smell?" - Steven mumbled sleepily, opening his eyes just to see you clinking the margarita glass and shot. - "Dear Lord, lady. You'll feel sick, you know that right?" "I know, yea." - You answered with a resolute nod, kicking the entire shot inside your mouth while trying not to puke. Fuck, that was some good vodka right there, burning your throat as you gulped it. Giggling, you covered your mouth and let out a long breath, shaking the feeling off. What you didn't notice was that the man was watching you intently, furrowing upon seeing your eyes getting starry.

"You're not feeling alright, are you, mate?" - He whispered quietly as the first sob left your body, making your shrug your shoulders as you tried to keep it in. Then, with tears running down your cheeks, you turned your face to him and shook your head. This time, the man carefully put his palm on your shoulders, all the empathy showing on his face. - "Wanna talk about it, love?" While being the typical gentleman Steve usually was, he brought all hell broke loose upon him, which was a fact he realized much, much later. At first, your rambling was coherent enough for him to understand that a guy broke up with you just before you took off to Hawaii (which also explained the empty seat between the two of you), which Steve deemed an absolute dick move. Sometime between your third and fourth shot of vodka, you started to cry about your job (he only understood that you were working as a concipient) and at the seventh one, you were barely making any sense. Steve was humming, patting your shoulder, answering "Of course, yeah" or "Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that, love" whenever he seemed fit.

Four hours into the flight, he really couldn't understand a single fucking word from your heartbroken, drunken, and crying speech. So he continued on with patting your shoulder, looking aside with boredom on his face. You were going on and on and on. 'I don't wanna interrupt your train of thoughts, pal, since even you thinking about spinach is more interesting than whatever she is going off about...' Marc's voice popped inside Steven's head suddenly while the other man was staring at Steven through the spoon laying on the small table, making Steven jump on the seat a bit as he suddenly woke up from a slight trance, looking around with confusion. It could be heard that Marc thinks you're simply yet another crazy airplane lady he had heard so much about and wasn't taking you too seriously. Your eyes were piercing through the profile of his face, clearly trying to figure out which of the four Stevens is the real one, waiting for something. 'But I think that Little Miss Sunshine over here just asked you something.' "Could come again, love? I got lost in my thoughts." - Steven asked nonchalantly, giving you a small, warm smile. "I asked you if you think I'm pretty?" - You repeated the best you could, leaning your elbows into the armrests between you. The man rose his eyebrows in surprise, clearly being caught off guard by that question. At first, the answer seemed to be a very long 'Ermmmm...' as Steven thought about what could be the answer for a drunk lady.

The man looked in your face with literal puppy eyes, nervously fidgeting his fingers around, holding onto his trousers. Pretty? If you were pretty? You were gorgeous, to be frank. Even in his dizzy, sleepy state, back when Steven introduced himself to you, he was able to catch your pretty smile as you shook his palm. Back then, your hair was tidily framing your face as you tried to hold yourself high, trying to make up for all the pain and sadness inside. And now that you were drunk, you were not only gorgeous but adorable as well - he liked your face all warmed up from the alcohol and your eyes shining as you stared at him as if he was the most handsome man you've ever seen... Which sort of hurt because he realized that you were just drunk out of your mind. Trust me, Steven very much realized you're an absolute angel and if he had the balls to go for it, he'd tell you that you caught his eye immediately... The problem was that Steven was being a Steven and a red alarm was going off inside his head.

'What should I do? What should I do? What on Earth should I say, Marc?' - Steven yelled on the inside while looking into your face with his eyes popped a bit and his mouth open. 'First things first, you need to calm down, pal. Drunk women are one of the most dangerous beings on this planet because one wrong word can make them burst into tears. And this girl has clearly been through enough already.' - Marc assumed based on the raccoon eyes you were rocking, trying to keep Steven cool as he was about to guide him through this minefield. - 'What happened to her, by the way? I was taking a nap and woke up when we had a drunk girl sitting next to us.' 'Her bloke broke up with her just before she got on the flight.' 'Oh, wow. I take everything back. That's a dick move. It makes a lot of sense now.' - Marc mumbled apologetically even though you couldn't hear him. He felt like a dick himself, calling you crazy and all that. With that, he looked an intent look on you. - 'What do you think?' 'That she's gorgeous and before you manage to oppose, mate, it's not because she's paying me attention, thank you very much. I wish you would see before she got bladdered, her smile was so... Adorable.' - Steven answered, finally closing his mouth as he gave you a warm smile. Damn, he knew you won't remember any of this by the time you'd be getting off the flight, but he was keen on giving you the answer you deserved - especially after what happened to you.

'Steven, that would be a low fucking blow - telling you that you like a girl just because she's paying you attention. Geez, you really think of me that low, huh? We both know that you're a handsome man, come on now. Alright, alright, listen up - here's the game plan.' - Marc opposed heatedly and Steven could literally feel him rolling his eyes. He'd definitely tell that to Steven if Grant wouldn't call him out first. "Y/N, love." - The man answered after a long with, catching your palm in his to make sure he has your full attention. - "Let me start by saying that your beauty doesn't depend on one twat's opinion and you shouldn't let the break-up mess with your mind, alright? But if you'd like a more sincere answer, I think you're an absolute killer and in my opinion, you're stunning. So, what you're gonna do for me, love, is that you'll pick your pretty chin up and make sure you'd make the guy jealous if he was here with you, alright? Could you do that for me?"

At first, the muscles in your face contracted a bit before a huge smile broke out on your face... And it was so contagious that it made Steven smile back at you. - 'Good job. See? Wasn't that hard, was it? Now ask her if you can take a nap because I can feel how drowsy and tired you feel, Steven. We don't want you fainting, do we?' "I'm going to nap for a bit and I'll listen to some music. Would you want to share the headphones?" - Steven asked quietly, holding back a long yawn. Bloody hell, he was really sleepy. And so, with a grateful smile, you let Steven slip into the empty seat next to you, took one of the headphones, and closed your eyes as well, falling asleep while listening to some calm indie and pop music.

Well, let's just say that wasn't the story a few hours later - six to be exact, as a big thud made you wake up. As expected, you didn't remember the better portion of the night. Holy fucking mother of God, you thought to yourself, moaning as you caught your temple. You needed a Coke, a glass of water, and some painkiller asap. For some random reason, you had a headphone in your left ear, listening to Cavetown. You were only able to identify the band because you, Carly, Nikki, and Jen sometimes put them on during your road trips. As you clicked your tongue, you realized that the spot under your lips if drenched - realizing it was your own saliva. Oh, God. Oh no. What if Steven was already up and saw what happened? Oh shit, that would be embarrassing. You might've planned on asking him for dinner if he'd have the time after his wedding plans. And shit only got worse as you opened your eyes, realizing you're laying on someone's shoulder. Your heart was racing so fast that you started to sweat as if you smelling like an opened bottle of vodka wasn't fucking enough. Horrifiedly, you looked above just to see Steven's sharp jaw and black locks. He himself was, thankfully, still asleep - his temple was leaned into the seat's headrest, his lips opened wide. Holy fucking mother of God, you repeated while ripping the headphone out and standing up, sneaking around the sleeping man to disappear as quickly as you could.

As you walked down the stairs, you put chewing gum into your mouth and covered your eyes with sunglasses, putting the enormous straw hat back onto your head. Good, you thought to yourself as you let a deep breath out, good. You got dumped yesterday and you beslobbered all over that really handsome and very nice guy who was listening to your fucking bullshit. Great. At least it was a stranger who we won't ever see again. Thank fucking God, I wouldn't be able to look into his damn eyes again. Walking down the stair and into the hall, you could almost immediately see Carly and Kevin standing in the welcoming crowd, holding two huge handmade signs - one has your name all over it, beautified with hearts, clouds, and stars (which was clearly done by Carly herself) and the second one spelled 'Steven Grant' - the mysterious Steven, you thought. The greeting was amazing - all three of you laughed happily, Carly showing you her engagement ring as you two happily jumped around, performing the victory dance you were known for around the office. Sure, Kevin pointed out that you smelled like a fucking pub, but as soon as you told them what happened (since Carly naturally asked about Lucas), they both nodded and promised you that this will be the best weekend to get over him. They even mouthed that Steven would totally be all over you as soon as he'll meet you - He is a total innocent sweetheart on the outside, Carly whispered, but you know what they say - it's always the quiet ones. Try spending time with him, I think you two will click.

Turning your head around, you saw Steven the Gentleman, as you decided to dub him, walking in your general direction - your face got sweaty as you turned away from him, trying to disappear into the crowd, praying that this guy had never even seen Kevin. But he was coming closer and closer. And when he stopped right in front of Kevin to shake his mate's hand and hug him with laughter (kissing Carly's cheeks right after, congratulating both of them), you knew you were fucked. And not just fucked. You were about to die from embarrassment - you wanted to dig your own grave and let Carly bury you six feet under; you knew well that she shares the sense for drama, so she'd be on board for sure. At least he took the shirt off, not making you feel even worse. If Kevin would ask why is he wet for... Oooof, you'd faint. You'd start crying and run off, proclaiming that your social life is absolutely non-existent. But as soon as Kevin brought Steven's attention to you, you managed to draw out a very awkward smile while offering him your palm, pretending you've never met this dude ever in your life.

"I'm Y/N, you know, that girl you were correcting the e-mail after. If that would be of any help." - You said quietly, your face heating up once more as you tried to stay calm. The man could feel your palm shaking and sweating, but he didn't note it as the gentleman he was. When he woke up with your saliva all over his shoulder and you nowhere to be seen, he wasn't upset or anything like that. If anything, this thing you deemed embarrassing proved to him that the entire flight was totally real - that it wasn't just his dream. You were real. "Oh, totes." - Steven smiled, rephrasing what you said before getting hammered - this caught your attention and made you smile a bit more genuine. - "Name's Steven, in case I could be of any help."

"Steven, when did you start saying totes, dude? Never heard you say that." "Oh, I met this really sweet lady yesterday. She was very nice." - Steven answered with the sweetest smile, making you smile as well. But, in any case, you were determined not to hang out around Steven too much so he wouldn't think you're even more coo-coo than he already must've been thinking.

Well, let's say... That didn't go according to the plan either, did it?

#steven grant x fem!reader #marc spector x fem!reader #the moon knight baby #i did it #mom are you proud #and honestly it was so much fun #i hope the MK community won't strangle me to death because I hope i got the characters at least somewhat right #steven comes across as an innoncent 24/7 confused poor soul to me #and marc can come across a bit strong to me at first #until he gets to know someone better #ALSO JEN WALTERS CAMEO BE LIKE HELLO #I LOVE HER #mcu imagine #mcu fanfic #based on the portrayal of moon knight (2022) as seen in the series #oof i'm nervous #moon knight x fem!reader

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Corruption of Innocence (4/?)

Prompt: The Capital was cruel. The people there even more so. If this arrangement truly was meant to follow through, Jaime knew you would be corrupted by Kings Landing. But staring at you now, with bright doe eyes and a soft smile on your lips as you engaged in a conversation with your brother, hushed so as not to be disrespectful, Jaime knew he would put all his focus and strength into making sure that never happened.

A/N: I KNOW THIS IS SIMILAR TO @reader-imagines “VOW”, BUT I PROMISE THAT AFTER THIS PART IT WILL BE COMPLETELY DIFFERENT. Yes, I know I took inspiration, you don’t have to remind me. I am not copying, I simply used her series for inspiration. But after this part, nothing will be the same, not even remotely similar

Anyways, now that that’s done, lol, thank you all for your amazing support! After much thought and help from my mom, I finally know the direction I want to take this series and let me tell you, I’M HELLA EXCITED. Things are only going to get better from here, I assure you. So please, keep commenting, reblogging and liking, because it inspires me to write more and upload frequently.

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Pairing: Jaime x Stark!Reader

Based off of: Game of Thrones 01x07, 01x08 and 01x09

With your father’s arrest, things only became more strained between you and Jaime.

It didn’t help that he’d dragged you along to his father’s fleet before taking you along with his own army to Riverrun, for reasons you still didn’t understand. You guessed, in ways, it was better then being stuck in the Capital with Cersei’s glares and the looming threat of guards following you every step you took.

You had to abandon both your sisters and your father, but you’d been okay with it. Because when you left things had been fine, maybe a little shaky. But you could only imagine the chaos that has ensued with your father’s arrest, leaving you wondering what would happen to you along the way. You wondered what was happening with your sisters now, if they were okay. If your father was okay... stuck in a cell that he had no reason being in.

You stayed in your tent almost ninety percent of the time. Jaime’s men didn’t like you, and they made that perfectly clear. Plus, it didn’t dwell well on you being the only woman in sight for miles. If you left the safety of your tent, you were either regarded with glares or lecherous smiles, both of which the implications behind them were easy enough for you to understand.

All you’d done was trade one cage for another.

But, spending all day in your tent gave you lots of time to listen. The guards stationed outside of your tent never stopped chatting it seemed, and through them you’d learned a lot about why Jaime, Tywin and the Lannister army had all left the Capital. You knew that Jaime was using his somewhat smaller army than his father’s to defeat the Riverlords, which he’s managed to do. You know he’s trying to land siege on Riverrun currently as well.

However, you also knew that your brother, Robb Stark, has gathered your father’s men upon his arrest. It’s that thought that keeps you stable everyday. That stops you from wasting away in your small tent, lonelier then you’ve ever been before. You remembered when your days had been filled with friends and family and those you loved. And now your life was a sad reflection of it. You missed your family, and you hoped you’d be able to see them again soon.

Jaime and you rarely spoke. What little bit of trust you’d had for him had considerably lessened since his attack on your father, and now, with word of his arrest, you placed all the blame on Jaime. It wasn’t fair, you knew. While Jaime might have some place in it all, which you knew he did, he definitely wasn’t the only one to blame. His entire family should fall to blame, but you didn’t much care. He turned out to be the husband you’d feared him to be.

Even if by vow the two of you were family, you always came second in his eyes.

A whine pulls you from your thoughts. Your head tilts to the right, eyes falling on that of Antheia. The sight of her brings a small smile to your lips, her head coming to a rest on your thigh as she stares up at you with a pout. Without hesitation, your hand comes to rest on her head, scratching it lightly.

“You’ll never leave me, right?” You question softly, the edges of your lips curled into a soft smile as your eyes crinkle with delight. Antheia let’s a small mewl out in response to your words, shuffling slightly on her paws as she pushes herself closer to you, her head tilting into your palm, clearly enjoying your attention. “Just like i’ll never leave you.”

When Jaime enters the tent, your back is turned to him.

You don’t notice his presence, or, if you do, you don’t make note of it. Jaime feels his feet slow as he takes a moment to glance down at you, shoulders falling. He can hear your soft whispers as you gesture down to your wolf beneath you, clearly lost in your own thoughts.

The sight is sad, Jaime realizes. The image of you, that is. He’s never seen someone look so lonely surrounded by thousands, and it’s clear that you don’t fit in. In the midst of a Lannister army, even with the same last name, it’s clear you’re a Stark. A wolf in a den of lions. Jaime hasn’t seen you smile in days, and he wonders if he ever will again.

With your father being arrested for treason, he figures not.

Jaime wonders if bringing you here had been a mistake. If he should’ve left you back at Kingslanding, within the safety of your chambers. But then he remembers that the Capital isn’t any safer for you then his camp is. You would still be a lone wolf in a den of lions there, and at least here he could keep an eye on you. There’s no telling what Cersei would do if he left you with her alone. And with your father being accused of treason, it was even more dangerous for a Stark now.

So, no, he hadn’t made a mistake. He knows that, but can’t help but wonder when he sees you, almost as if you live in your own cloud of darkness and despair.

Jaime can’t explain the feelings that run through him. He doesn’t know if what he feels for you is love or just pity. But he does know that he doesn’t ever want to see you in danger. He wants to protect you, keep you safe, that much he knows at least. And maybe it runs deeper, but Jaime’s thoughts still often return to that of his sister and he’s never felt more conflicted then he has these past few weeks. His thoughts are jumbled into a mess of confusion, and he wishes everything would just become clear.

It didn’t seem like that would happen anytime soon, so Jaime settled for keeping you as safe as he possibly could. For heeding to the vows he’d made to you on your wedding day and keeping you safe from the cruel dangers of the world.

Coughing slightly, to catch your attention, Jaime steps forward as if he hadn’t just been watching you. You instantly turn towards him, blinking at the sight of him. Jaime can feel your gaze follow his own as he crosses your shared tent, moving towards the table placed in the middle. He grabs his sword off the table, sliding it into it’s halter before finally, his gaze falls on you.

The empty look in your eyes is almost like a slap to his face. But he forces himself not to dwell on it longer than a second, straightening his back out, squaring his shoulders. You speak before he has the chance; “you’re back early,” you comment, setting your hands in your lap, crossing them.

“Only for a moment,” Jaime nods, gesturing to his sword. “The guards will remain stationed outside the tent. I’ve given them orders to not let anyone but me inside or out.”

You raise a brow; “is something happening?”

Jaime pauses, pondering for a moment. He wonders if he should tell you that, yes, something is happening. That he was planning on slaughtering your brother and his men. This was war after all, and he had no intention of being merciless. But, it’s that thought that stops him from telling you the truth. It won’t do him any benefits to tell you the truth, when you’re already mistrusting of him.

Instead, Jaime shrugs. “Nothing of your concern.” It’s cold, he’s aware. The jerk back and widening of your eyes tells him of that fact. There’s a moment where Jaime feels guilty, wondering if he should’ve tried to be a little nicer. But, he also knows that if he had been, you would’ve pestered, wouldn’t have left it alone. Sometimes, being cold was the best thing he could do to help you.

When you don’t response, Jaime takes that as his queue to leave. However, just before he leaves the tent completely, your voice halts him.

“Because why should your wife be concerned.”

And for a moment, Jaime just stands there. Let’s your words sink in, pondering on whether he should reply. Ultimately, he decides against it and he takes another step forward, letting the flap of the tent flap shut in response behind him, leaving you all alone in the tent.

He only glances back at the tent, imagining you inside, sat there, alone, once more before walking off.

An hour or so after Jaime departure, it had been nothing but silent. Until it isn’t.

The first thump causes you to jump, your back straightening in alert as your head turns towards the exit of the tent. Antheia also becomes alert, poised before you protectively as you listen closely. You hear the sounds of metal clanging against metal, the sound of groaning and moaning, before another thump echoes. It almost sounds like a body hitting the floor.

Then, silence once again echoes.

Antheia lowly growls in response, and your eyes dart across the tent, looking for something to protect yourself with. The first thing your eyes land on is a candlestick and without hesitating, you jump to your feet, grabbing it off the table and holding it before yourself. You can hear faint footsteps, crunching against the dirt and grass of the ground. It’s only shuffles, the footsteps not really growing any nearer, but not distancing either.

For a moment, nothing happens. Then, there’s a definite footstep, and the edge of the tent flap curls up. You feel your breath get caught into your throat, your entire muscles seizing in panic as you inhale deeply, trying to mentally prepare yourself for whatever’s to come.

Then, a figure walks in, and your eyes widen when you realize who it is. Your candle stick thumbs to the ground, all sense of panic having left your body in seconds.

“Robb?”

His eyes fall on you the second you speak, widening when he realizes it’s you. That’s it actually you, his sister, stood before him. A sense of relief floods his expression, and he almost relaxes as he if he’d done what he came here to do. Like finding you had been his only goal. His grip on his sword lessens and all but clatters to the ground, forgetting himself for a moment as a wide smile grows on his lips. Before you know it, Robb is before you, engulfing you in his arms and pulling you close.

You instantly return his embrace, a soft sob leaving your lips as you bury your head into the crook of his neck. It almost feels like a dream, being in your brother’s arms once more, you can hardly believe it. You feel the great need to never let go of Robb again. You’d thought you’d never see him again. Even if your father had told you otherwise at first, the fear had never truly left your mind.

One day, father had said. And he’d been right. Because he Robb was, holding you close, just like he’d done when you were kids and you’d have a nightmare. Or when Theon would scare you, and Robb wouldn’t hesitate to jump in and protect you.

As Robb pulls back, you blink, a tear escaping past your defenses and rolling down your cheek as you let out a small laugh. Robb’s left hand moves to your cheek, cupping it as he smiles down at you, his grin just as bright and wide as your own.

“I can’t believe it,” you whisper, still in shock. “I can’t believe you’re actually here.”

“I told you we’d see each other again.”

Jaime had been taken captive by your brother, a hefty prize in the battle to save your father and sisters.

You wonder, as you rode back to your brother’s camp, while you felt guilty. Why the thought of Jaime being a prisoner upset you so, even if you’d never say it outwardly. He was a Lannister after all, and not more than a few hours ago had you placed all the blame upon his shoulders. But now, with no certainty of what your brother planned to do with him, you felt guilty. You were worried for his safety and wellebeing. You... thought of his capture with disdain.

You don’t ponder on the thought, holding onto your brother tighter. You let your head rest against his back, staring out at the abyss of trees and grass and land before you. Until, Robb’s voice interrupts the silence, “Y/N, look.” You heed to his words, raising your head up off his back to stare past his shoulders. When your eyes land on your mother, the wave of disbelief floods through you once more.

You’re suddenly anxious to get off the horse, to reach your mother and run into her arms like you used to when you were a little girl. And even if you’re still across the field, you swear your eyes meet hers and you watch as she tries to hold back her own tears, immense relief flooding her entire body. She’d been scared, you realized in that moment, that Robb would not make it back but she hadn’t expected you to be with him.

When you finally reach her, you all but jump off the back of Robb’s horse. Your hands gather your skirts, picking up the speed in your step as you rush over to your mother, a choked sob leaving her lips as she wraps her arms around your shoulders. You fall into her embrace easily, cuddling into her just like you had Robb, your eyes falling shut at the feeling of her hand on the back of your head, soothing you.

It had been so lonely these past few weeks. Sure, you’d had your father and sisters, but you’d barely been allowed to see them. And then you’d missed your mother and brother, terribly so. Yet, here you were, back in your mother’s arms and you couldn’t be more happier. More relieved.

“My sweet, sweet girl,” your mother whispers, pulling back slightly to cup both of your cheeks. Her thumb works to wipe your tears away, smiling softly at the sight of you back in her grasp. “I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you too,” you whisper, your voice cracking as you lean into your mother once more.

You don’t notice it, too lost in your own thoughts. But as mother holds you close, her gaze rises, falling on Robb’s who hasn’t left your sides. She smiles at her eldest son, mouthing the words; “thank you.” It may not be all of her children, and there was still much more work to be done, but she at least had one of her daughters back. And she didn’t plan on letting you go anytime soon.

The moment is interrupted by the sounds of footsteps. You pull back from your mother’s grasp slightly, composing yourself when you notice Jaime, hands chained behind his back, being led over to where you and mother are stood with Robb. Your back straightens, as if remembering where you were, and you feel mother’s grip tighten on you slightly, holding you closer. You also don’t miss the way Robb steps in front of you, somewhat shielding you from view from Jaime who is unceremoniously dropped to the ground at your feet.

“By the time they knew what was happening, it had already happened,” Robb explains, glaring down at your husband. As Jaime picks himself up, eyes flickering to those around him, his eyes land on you. It’s the first time he’s seen you since he left you in that tent a few hours ago, and you inhale sharply as you meet his gaze, time slowing for a moment. However, his attention is pulled away the minute Robb presses the tip of his sword against Jaime’s chin, tilting his gaze towards him.

“Lady Stark,” Jaime greets your mother, chuckling slightly. “I’d offer you my sword, but I seemed to have lost it.”

“It is not your sword that I want,” your mother growls. “Give me my daughters back. Give me my husband.”

Jaime’s eyes then land on you. “I believe you’ve already found one.”

Mother then pushes you behind her, you stumbling slightly in response as her voice turns colder, harsher. “All my daughters.”

Shrugging his shoulders, Jaime sighs; “I've lost them too, i’m afraid.”

“Kill him, Robb,” Theon suddenly speaks with force and you can’t help the gasp that leaves your lips. Instantly, your widen eyes fall on the back of your brothers head. “Send his head to his father. He cut down ten of our men. You saw him--”

Regrettably, Robb’s next words fill you with instant relief. “He’s more useful to us alive then dead.”

“Take him away and put him in irons,” Catelyn orders, her heavy gaze never leaving Jaime’s.

“We could end this war right now, boy,” Jaime offers as he’s brought up to his feet. “Save thousands of lives. You fight for the Starks, I fight for the Lannisters. Swords or lances, teeth, nails, choose your weapons and let’s end this, here and now.”

Lips parting, you swallow thickly.

“If we do it your way, Kingslayer,” Robb begins, “you’d win. We’re not doing it your way.”

“Come on, pretty man,” Greatjon growls, tugging Jaime away. You watch as he’s pulled away, biting your lip as laughter and cheering echoes on around you. Laughter and excitement you just can’t rejoice in. You’re happy, beyond happy, to be back with your mother and brother but as you watch Jaime be led away, you can’t help the empty feeling in your chest.

A empty feeling you thought would’ve gone now that you were with your family, but was still there, it the pit of your chest. And it was because of Jaime. Because Jaime’s safety was unsure and there was nothing, rightfully, you could do about it.

Theon steps forward then, catching your attention. Robb can’t seem to mimic the smile on his face as he sighs. “I sent two thousand men to their grave today.”

“The bards will sing songs of their sacrifice,” Theon reminds.

“Aye,” Robb sighs, “but the dead won’t hear them.”

He turns to look at your mother, then you. As you meet his eyes, you nod softly, ignoring your own inner thoughts, encouraging him. That seems to give him the push he needs, stepping past Theon to face his army. “One victory does not make us conquerors. Did we free my father?” You frown at the mention of your father, shoulders falling as you envision the last time you’d spoken with him. “We saved my sister, yes,” you blink as Robb gestures to you, meeting his eyes briefly. “But what about the other two? Have we rescued them from the queen? Did we free the north from those who want us on our knees?

Pausing a moment, Robb let’s his eyes wander across his army. “This war is far from over.”

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lillydiana304 · 2 years

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the collection of wives

summery:when the play-boy CEO Mr. Barnes mets y/n at a gala, the daughter of shyla many mens mistresses, the man who has had five wives (now ex's) seems to fall to his knees for the girl who wants nothing to do with him. warrings: fulff, smut, angst, bad parenting, bucky was a player, mention of cheating (not on reader) mean ex's wives, pregency, birth, throughing up, innonce kink, daddy kink, breeding kink, snoby people, crusing, yelling, reader has a bad relationship with her mother theres more but i cant think of them right now... CEO!bucky, player!bucky x shy!reader, innoncent!reader, sweet!reader, brown eyed!reader

chapter one

the gala

chapter two

the run in

chapter three

take her on a date

chapter four

mother spoke

chapter five

Natasha, sharon, sarah, leah, and millie

chapter six

make up

chapter seven

the engagment

chapter eight

mother spoke...again

chapter nine

the test

chapter ten

i do's

sneak peak!

#bucky #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes #bucky angst #bucky x female reader #bucky fic #bucky fluff #bucky imagine #bucky smut #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky x you #james bucky buchanan barnes #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #ceo!bucky #winter solider x you #winter solider smut #winter solider x reader

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theredflagsjustlooklikeflags · 3 years

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can i get yandere tsukasa and amane with lil sis/bro? gn reader please! (not an bro x bro/sis kay?) it just that s/o often got bully and since they were the only siblings who got rebirth, s/o personality often like yashiro, innoncent, kind and always careless.

Of course! I love writing for these two!!

Yandere Tsukasa and Amane with a Little Sibling reader

TW: Yandere, Yandere Themes, stalking, death, manipulation, bullying and murder, and implied abuse.

Amane Yugi/ Hanako

He would be such a protective over brother.

Amane saw how Tsukasa tormented you when you were alive, so he swears he’ll protect his little sibling from anything and anyone.

When he found out you can’t see him, he was so disappointed.

Then an idea popped in his head.

He could have Nene get you to summon him.

So that’s just what he did

But once you saw him, you didn’t remember he was your brother.

He was absolutely crushed.

But at least he has you now

And that’s all he can ask for

He ends up manipulating you into making a deal with him so you two can stay connected.

Hanako will follow you around school everyday.

He worries about the fact your gullible, innocent and on top of it all careless.

Anyone could take advantage of that.

He’s seen the world, he knows how cruel people are.

He makes sure all the wonders know your off limits to interact with.

He needs to protect you.

Your all he has left.

What If someone hurts you

While he won’t let that happen.

Hanako’s your big brother.

He can’t let anyone near you.

He ends up doing everything and anything to protect you.

Even stalking you to make sure your safe

I mean it isn’t stalking if he has good intentions,

Right?

“Hanako-kun, can I ask you a question?”

“Anything for you (nickname)-chan.”

“Why do you keep following me?

“Uh....because your one of my best friends, I can’t let anyone hurt you.”

You trip?

He’ll be there to catch you.

When he finds out your being bullied.. while RIP them

He’ll give them the scare of their life.

Watch them wet their pants from how scared they are.

If one of your bullies goes too far he might end up killing them.

Tsukasa Yugi

Honestly Tsukasa is such a yandere

When you two were alive he would find your bullies and torture them.

He’s the only one that gets to play with you

When he found out you were reancarnate, he was ecstatic.

His best friend is finally back.

He can’t wait to play with you like old times

He forces Sakura to make you join the Broadcasting club

When he finds out you can’t remember he is a little disappointed but thrilled

Now you won’t be as scared as before

now he has a second chance.

He’ll convince you to stay with him during classes

You can’t leave him, every body leaves him.

Heck, Amane even killed him.

Tsukasa will act all innocent until he gets you wrapped around his finger,

Then, let the fun begin

It’ll be just like old times.

The more he grows attached, the more he can’t risk you leaving

One day he does something drastic.

“Your the only friend I have (nickname chan)-channn!!! I can’t risk you leaving me like everyone else.”

He killes you.

Now you can’t leave him.

Your his toy,

to break.

#tbhk angst #tbhk tsukasa #tbhk amane #tbhk hanako #yandere writing #yandere tbhk #yandere hanako kun x reader #yandere hanako x reader #yandere tsukasa #yandere amane #platonic yandere #jibaku shounen hanako kun #jshk #jshk hanako #jshk x reader #jshk tsukasa #tsukasa yugi #yugi amane

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under-the-cherrytree · 3 years

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heya! i don't really understand what do you mean by not writing lgbtq but i'm requesting teru, hanako, and tsukasa with s/o who is innoncent and naive, someone could give them a flower on table and they will love it even go such as far take care of it. (in japanese A flower is typically placed on their desk after a student has died, but if they are still alive the action would mean that someone demands their death. ) headcannon with oneshot as well please! also, gn! (they/them pronouns as i'm prefer that way)

Hanako, Teru, and Tsukasa when someone leaves flowers on their s/o’s desk❣︎

Warning: Violence, talk about death, death, a bit of yandere like behavor, Tsukasa-

A/n: OKAY I SAID THAT BECAUSE I MENT I WANTED TO WRITE FEMALE READERS X MALE CHARTERS PLEASE DONT COME AT ME SAYING I’M HOMOPHOBIC-

I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO COME OUT-

Anyways, enjoy and have a good day or night!

Red roses symbolize true love, romance, and desire.

You walked into your classroom, holding onto your school back. When you approached your desk, you noticed a small red rose sitting on top of it. Putting your bag next to your desk, you took the flowers in your hand looking for a name but didn’t find anything. You heard small whispers around the classroom and concerned looks shot your way.

‘Who would get me this..?’ You asked yourself. Your frown quickly turned into a smile at the thought of Hanako placing the rose on your desk. You had like 10 more minutes till class so you could spare some time. You happily ran out of the classroom and to old school looking for your boyfriend.

“Hanako!” You opened the door of the bathroom to reveal a slightly shocked ghost playing cards with the mokke.

“Y/n, shouldn’t you be in class?” He asked, not angry that you were ditching class since he would prefer it.

“I have a few minutes to spare, so did you put the flower on my desk?” You smiled. Hanako’s eyes grew dark, as he opened his mouth slightly thinking about his next words to say. He knew what it means when someone gets flowers on their desk, especially when they are still alive. He knew you didn’t understand what this meant, you were quite naive.

“No, Y/n… I didn’t give you the flower.” He said, sadness leaking into his voice like poison.

“Really? Well could it be someone hitting on me… it doesn't have a message on it” You held the flower and examined it. Hanako didn’t say anything as he stood up and approached you. He looked down at the harmless flower as he grabbed the stem and softly pulled it out of your hands.

“Y/n,” He started as he placed the flower behind him, away from you to see. “People place flowers on desks of those who have passed but if someone places a flower on a desk of someone who hasn’t passed, it means they demand you die.” Your eyes widened to his words.

“Die… someone wants me to die..?” You asked, shakily hoping it wasn’t true.

“I’m afraid so…” Hanako trailed off but cupped your cheeks, hoping it would bring some kind of comfort. “Hey, don’t worry, kay? I will find whoever did this, it will be okay. You just go to class and Hakujoudai will watch over you, I will visit you in class shortly.”

You nodded and walked out of the bathroom. Hanako looked at the flowers, examining it’s pretty color. It made him sick that someone would think so low of a human's life to demand them to die. It was your life, which only made it worse. His gaze only grew darker as his thumb brushed on the one thorn poking out of the stem.

“I will make whoever gave this to you pay Y/n…” He said as he walked over to the window, opening it. He sat on the window seal as he continued to watch the flower dance around his finger tips before it fell and landed on the ground outside.

He wasn’t delighted by the fact someone is demanding your death

Hanako was quite determined to find this person and shorten their lifespan a few

Or just teach them a lesson…

He wouldn’t want to kill someone but he wouldn’t let them off easy ether

He didn’t really want to tell you that someone was wanted you to die

He was very sad to tell you and will comfort you instantly

He wouldn’t want you to fear for your life after he told you

So he’s here to protect you!

He will stick with you during class to make sure you are doing okay

He will also look around to see if he can find who gave you that flower

He wouldn’t tell you though

Because even if it’s a month after the incident and you are over it, he isn’t

He will even ask Tsuchigamori if he can find out who it is

If Hanako does find out who gave it to you

Protective Hanako

“So you’re the one who demanded Y/n’d death... lets chat a little shall we~”

And lets just say they are coming back to class with a couple cuts and bruises and a big fear/respect for you

Hanako wont make the rest of their life easy

He would haunt them and also have the Mokke steal their stuff

What can I say, he’s just trying to protect his flawless s/o

Blue roses symbolize mystery and attaining the impossible.

You hummed as you walked down the halls to your class. You turned your head to see stares and whispering, which wasn’t that odd of a thing, the prince of the school was your bf so you were used to this but today was different. They looked almost sad, or disappointed, you couldn’t put your finger on it. You ignored it until you reached your classroom. You opened the door of the classroom to which you’re two good friends, Aoi and Nene turned to you with worried gazes.

“Good morning Aoi, Nene, did something happen?” You asked as you entered the classroom.

“Y-Y/n!” Yashiro stutters out “I’m sorry…”

“Sorry for what?” You tilted your head. Aoi then pointed to my desk which had a small blue rose laying on it.

“Oh!” Your eyes widened as you made your way over to the flower, picking it up and examining it.

“Hmm, could this possibly be some sort of confession? But everybody knows I’m dating Teru… and why a blue rose?” You put your finger to your chin, deep in thought. You knew it couldn’t be Teru since you walk to school with him each morning. It had to be someone else.

“Y/n, a rose on your desk means-” Yashiro was cut off when Aoi put her hand on her shoulder. Yashiro looked at the purple haired girl as she shook her head. Yashiro shut her mouth as she shakily nodded.

“Hey! What are you two whispering about!” You pouted “Do you know who gave me this or not?”

Yashiro quickly stood up, shaking her head frantically.

“N-no, sorry Y/n… we don’t know who placed the rose…” Yashiro smiled, which was obviously fake but Aoi’s smile looked like it had no worry behind it.

“Sorry Y/n.” Aoi chuckled.

“Alright then… I will take care of the rose, blue is a beautiful color after all!” You smiled “Aoi, can I use one of your pots or vases?”

“Sure,” Aoi walked over and handed you a small glass vase “Here! You can have it.”

“Thanks Aoi!”

You knew you had to tell Teru about this, which you were okay with. Teru trusted you and the rose didn't even have a label on it, so you couldn’t tell who it was anyways.

Once all your classes were over you rushed to the student council room with the glass vase and rose in hand.

“Teru!” You smiled as you slammed the door open.

“Hello Y/n!” Teru smiled at you.

“Good morning Akane-kun!” You smiled at the orange haired boy hummed in response.

“Look at this flower that I have Teru! Someone placed it on my desk this morning, I don’t know who… but Aoi gave me this vase to put it in!” You said, showing him the flower in it’s vase.

“Oh…” Akane groaned remembering the incident this morning.

“A flower on your desk?” Teru’s eyes darken but his smile stayed the same “It didn’t have a tag?”

“Nope!” You looked at the blue rose again “But I wanted to give it to you instead… Since I assume it was some sort of confession, I just wanted to say that I love you and not whoever gave me this… heehee kinda corny, sorry!”

“Not at all! I will happily take this rose, blue is my favorite color!” Teru placed the vase on his desk.

“Okay, well I have to get going, I told Yashiro I will walk home with her today! Bye Teru!!” You waved and ran out of the student council room.

Akane sighed, breaking the silence.

“You aren’t going to tell them?” He looked up at the older male.

“No, they don’t need to know.” He picked up the small glass vase. Removing the rose from it, he held onto it. As he walked to the window. He slowly poured the water out of the vase and onto some bushes outside. He smiled in amusement as he watched every last drop of water fall out from the glass container. He closed the window and threw the vase which Akane quickly caught.

“She said Aoi gave her this vase…” His eyes had stars in them. Teru glared at the boy before sitting down at his desk. He placed the flower on his desk, not getting in the way of his paperwork, so he could see it and he smiled. It was quite hard to tell, but that smile had more evil intentions behind it.

“Are you not made about this at all Teru-senpai? Someone wants Y/n to die…” Akane asked.

“Oh, a little.” Teru made eye contact with him “But I will ruin anyone who tries to hurt my darling~”

A bit of a yandere tbh-

Yandere Teru is honestly my favorite yandere of all time, he’s so underrated as a yandere

He becomes a bit protective over you

But you never noticed

He never even told you that someone wants you dead

He would never hurt you that way

He just wants to protect you

He does know that it can just be a jealous fan but that still doesn’t let them off the hook

If he finds who did it

Oh gosh

Teru will talk with them

A simple chat, no fighting

But this person will be a total outcast from now on

Like Teru will make sure whenever they step onto school grounds they step into hell

Teru will also mention that if they ever mention this to you, then they are in for a lot worse

Honestly, you never noticed

Purple roses symbolizes love at first sight.

“But yeah, Sakura totally loves me~” Natsuhiko said. He talked about how much Sakura loves him for the 100th time this week… simp.

“Have you ever thought… she likes someone else-” You were about to finish your sentence until you noticed something on your desk.

“NOT LOVE ME?!?! Are you insane-” Natsuhiko was interrupted when you put your hand on his mouth.

“Shh, what’s that?” You looked at the flower that was sitting on your desk. Natsuhiko placed a hand on the back of his neck, playful smile turning onto a frown.

“Oh Y/n… I’m sorry…” He said concerned.

“Sorry? Why are you sorry? This rose is beautiful!” You picked up the small flower. “I don’t think I've ever seen a purple rose before!” He was shocked by your excitement.

“R-right…”

“Why would someone place a rose on my desk… it makes no sense… Well whatever, class is about to begin so you should take your seat.”

He shrugged it off and just walked to his desk. You admired the rose for it’s unique color, as your fingers ran up it’s stem, making sure not to cut yourself with it’s thorn while you are at it.

Once the school day finally ended, you rushed to the broadcasting room with Natsuhiko.

“M’lady! We are here-” He was instantly met with a book to the face by none other than Sakura.

“Tsukasa! I have something to show you!” You walked around Natsuhiko’s lifeless body.

“Ooooo let me see!!!” Tsukasa matched your energy, as he jumped off the table and met you halfway in the broadcasting room.

“Okayokay!” You smiled “Tada!” You showed him the purple rose as his smile widened.

“A purple rose! I have never seen a purple rose before! Where did you get it??” He asked.

“I found it on my desk this morning! I don’t know who gave it to me tho…” You frowned makinging Tsukasa frown as well.

“On your… desk..?” Sakura turned to you, worriness in her soft gaze.

“Yeah. Is there something wrong with that?” You asked, but before Sakura could answer, Tsukasa grabbed your hands making you face him.

“Nothing at all! It’s such a nice flower, I wonder how they grow them!” He laughed.

“Guysss I’m still here…” Natsuhiko stood up, blood dripping down from his nose.

“Oh! Natsuhiko You have a bloody nose!” You pointed out.

“Maybe I threw the book at him too hard…” Sakura sighed.

“Y/n! You should take him to the nurse!” Tsukasa suggested.

“Oh, uhm, sure!” You rushed over to the simp boy, helping him up.

“Let's get you to the nurse!” You shut the door behind you and silence flooded the room.

Tsukasa’s grin only grew wider as Sakura looked at him concerned.

“You do know what this means right?” She asked.

“Of course I do!” He said in his normal childish tone “But I won't let anyone hurt my s/o!”

“Are you going to tell them what this means?”

“I see no point in that.” Tsukasa’s aura grew dark as he examined the purple rose.

“I will kill whoever gave this to them~” He said before squeezing the rose at the base, forcing the petals to fall to the ground. Sakura sighed, knowing there is nothing she can do when he is this way. He dropped the stem once all the purple petals had fallen.

“Clean this mess up…” He turned to the mokke, eyes pitch black. They quickly nodded and did as he said, picking every petal up and rushing away. Tsukasa sat on a table, smiling, waiting for you to come back.

“Tsukasa! Sakura! We're back!” You entered with Natsuhiko who was holding a box full of tissues. You ran up to Tsukasa, looking around for the flower.

“Tsukasa… where’s the rose..?” You softly asked as he patted your head.

“Sorry Y/n, the mokke took it!” He pointed at a group of mokke who looked more like they were in fear.

“Ohhhh of course they would steal it! It was such a pretty rose…” You sulked.

“Don’t worry Y/n! You are way prettier than that rose anyways~”

Hahaha yandere time

He is determined to find out who gave you that flower and kill them

It took him a while, but he will find them

Like he will show them no mercy-

There will be a missing student at your school

He will smear that mf’s blood all over the classroom

And once he’s done he will lay the rose petals all over his dead body

“This is what you get for wanting to corrupt my angle~”

Sakura knew that he killed him too, she just didn’t say anything.

Like she couldn’t, Tsukasa wouldn’t let her

He would never tell a word to you though

He doesn’t think its an important topic to bring up-

He will make sure no one does anything like that again

Even if he has to kill everyone in the school to confirm that.

#toilet bound hanako kun #hanako x reader #hanako kun #teru minamoto #teru x reader #tsukasa x reader #yugi tsukasa #tsukasa yugi #tbhk x reader #toilet bound x reader #tbhk #tbhk anime #jbhk

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Typhoon Lagoon | Natasha Romanoff

summary: you could say there’s perks of being yelena’s friend.

pairing: rich!bestfriendsister!nat x innoncent!reader

warnings; nat has a penis, fingering

MINORS DNF!

You were so grateful for the hospitality of the Romanoff's, they saw that your parents were in need of financial help so they offered you to be their pool girl. It was good money and you were free to make yourself at home. You didn't think five months ago you would be best friends with Yelena and getting the chance to finally enjoy the pool that you clean everyday.

Yelena was always nice to you. Always offering you beverages and snacks when she made use of the pool but the oldest Romanoff wasn't exactly as warm. She was the complete opposite, making your job extremely difficult. Yelena always told you that it's nothing personal and she is like that with everyone but you often catch her staring at your chest when you clean the pool, or lock eyes with her as she stares down at you from her balcony.

It wasn't a lie that you didn't think of what it would be like to have Nat touch you but you couldn't do that to your parents or Yelena. You weren't going too. But a simple glance won't hurt, right?

"Are you coming, babe?" Yelena shouted from the other side of the door. You were currently stuck in the bathroom, trying to tie the strings to your bikini top.

"Yeah. Just can't seem to tie this bikini together." You huffed, letting your arms drop and watching as your breasts bounced out of the hold.

"I'll just meet you at the pool then." Yelena said and left you stranded in an interlocking bathroom.

"I can help.." A quiet voice ran over your body, and your hands immediately went over your breasts.

"N-No. I have it." You stuttered, feeling slightly aroused that Nat has finally being nice. You were grateful that you had your back to her, otherwise you would be a mess.

"You do?" Nat chuckled, "Turn around and let me see the bikini then."

"I-I don't think you want to see it. It's a just borrowed from Yelena." You mumble, "I think you've seen it a hundreds times."

Nat slowly walked closer, trapping the air between your two bodies. You were unsure how close Nat was but when you felt her bulge up against your ass, you hitched your breath in and stayed quiet.

"It's actually mine." Nat whispered, letting her chin rest on your head and her hands found your waist. "You often steal your employers clothes?"

"Oh gosh, Nat. I'm so sorry. Yelena shoved them into my hands and told me to get dress. If I knew then I wouldn't of put them on." You rapidly say, unbeknownst to Nat replacing your hands.

Her grip on your breasts stayed exactly the way you had them. You were still rambling about how you needed this job to not even see the way Nat started to slowly massage your breasts, hearing your quicken breath slow. You let you body relax into Nat's bunched chest, and began to fully focused on the rhythm of Nat's hands.

"There's a good girl." Nat whispered, continuing the motion. "You ever had someone do this to you before?"

You let out a soft moan, causing Nat to press a small kiss to your shoulder. She made sure that you were nice and relaxed before turning you over so you were facing the mirror. Nat knew from your oblivious side that no one has ever touched you before. Something about that confirmation made Nat harder.

"Open your eyes, dolly." Nat said, "I want you to look at yourself whilst I show you what real pleasure feels like."

You obeyed her request, slowly fluttering your eyes open as you saw yourself in the mirror. The way Nat caressed your breasts made a tingly feeling grow between her bottoms. You were praying that Nat wouldn't want to take back her bottoms because if she saw the mess you made, you would be traumatised.

"Now that I have your attention, do you mind giving me back my bottoms? I really do love this bikini."

Your eyes widen and you shook your head, "I think I should just wash them."

"Why? It's not like they are wet?" Nat joked but judging by your reaction, she was intrigued. "Are they wet, dolly?"

Shaking your head, you watch as Nat's brow rose and felt your breasts drop as Nat's hand wandered down to your pussy.

"So if I just run my hands down to where your pussy is... I would find the fabric completely dry?" Nat asked, slowly using her hand as she rubbed the fabric into your cunt. She hummed, pretending that she couldn't smell your leaking pussy and went a bit faster. "You didn't ask my question, bunny?"

"I-I" You splatted out a moan and arched your back into Nat's chest, as she quicken the pace. Her circulating motions caused a havoc inside you. All this feelings that Yelena told you about, you were experiencing right now.

"You are fucking soaked, baby." Nat laughed, as she rubbed quicker hearing the juices tangled into one another. You looked down at Nat's movement but her other hand clasped your jaw, forcing you to watch through the mirror.

"You like this, little theif?" Nat whispered, as she pulled your bottoms down, "How about we give this desperate cunt a little attention?"

You nodded submissively, and let out a moan when Nat slid two fingers inside you. You always imaged what it would feel like to be fingered and you couldn't be happier that it was Nat doing it.

She let you get use to her thick fingers, aiding you to grind on them to help you adjust. Nat was surprised at how well you were taking her fingers, so she decided to go faster and make sure every inch of your pussy was getting the attention it needed. Nat's pasted only increased when she easily slipped in a third fingers, thrusting her fingers in and out of you lusting over how they would disappear and reappear afterwards.

The smell of your pussy lingered in the air and Nat's throbbing cock couldn't take the hold back so Nat started to grind against your ass. The moans that escaped your lips only grew louder, making Nat's job so easy as she slipped a forth finger inside you.

"Four fingers, little one? You take them so well." Nat praised as she found your spot, and forcefully yanked her fingers out before slamming them right to the spot feeling your pussy clench around her.

"You going to cum, little thief?"

You nodded and Nat continued her paste before a shot load of cum drenched her fingers and she still fucked your high wanting to get you tired enough that you would want to sit out on pool time with her sister. Nat could also feel herself cum, grinning as she never really got off fingering someone.

Once your high went and Nat removed her fingers, you sunk down to the floor trying to grasp what just happened. Nat found it cute that you were lost for words, it made her want to do it all over again.

"How you feeling, Y/N?" Nat laughed as she washed her hands, and grabbing a cloth so she could clean you up. She made her way to the floor, pulling you into her lap as she pressed the cool cloth on your pussy. A hiss escaped your lip but Nat just slowly rubbed your hips to make your mind wander somewhere else.

"T-Tired..." You sniffle, as you watch Nat clean you up. A slight of embarrassment filled your cheeks as you saw how much you came. "I-I'm sorry for making a mess, I just didn't know that I could-"

"that you could cum that much?" Nat ased, doing a double take to see if she missed any.

You nodded, watching Nat toss away the cloth.

"It's normal. I'm guessing that was your first time cumming so you were naturally going to drench my fingers. I know I'll be smelling you for weeks." Nat laughed and watched as you hid your face in her chest.

"I promise it's a good thing."

"Is it?"

"Absolutely. It just means that you will ready for another things." Nat wanted to just fuck you there and then but, she knew it was going to take a while to get to that level.

"There's more?"

"Way more."

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