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nanaminokanojo · 11 months

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Honey, Oh Sugar, Sugar

JJK men as your sugar daddies and what happens when you tell them you're breaking things off cause you've secretly fallen for them and "breached" the contract. Or me just being hung up on the whole concept of sugar daddies cause I don’t wanna work anymore and I need Nanami in my life.

MASTERLIST

NANAMI

'I can't see you right now.'

Those words glared at you, sharp black slashes that marred the white backdrop of your screen. They may not carry much weight without context, but they broke you a thousand times weighed on you like the sky had fallen over, crushing you as you heard the voice behind the words, making you regret every other choice you've made so far.

They blurred out as tears started to flood your eyes, falling on the device in your hand, but the pain they caused didn't fade in the least. If anything, you felt exponentially worse, enough to make you wish for death. It was more for the fact that you knew it was your fault, a result of your weakness and lack of prudence, your over-estimation of yourself and biting off more than you can chew.

Still, how were you to know back then? How the fuck were you supposed to know that things would end up making you feel as miserable as you did? How the fuck could you have been able to tell that you'd be wishing to tear yourself away from the only thing that seemed to make your life make sense?

If you were told that gods existed and walked in Prussian blue button-downs and khaki shorts as they surveyed their domain from the balcony of their private beach houses, you wouldn't have believed it. But Nanami Kento came into your life in that same exact form, a stoic, tall blonde, ten years your senior, successful in all his endeavors but always too busy for anything.

Nanami Kento was your best friend's neighbor – at least at their beach-front rest house. It was funny how he was supposed to be this well-known yet aloof individual in the community. And yet, the moment you were introduced to him, he purposefully made a way to be around you where you fell into easy conversation with him. Your friend told you their neighbor hardly ever stayed at his summer retreat for longer than two days, popping out one day only to be replaced by the caretakers who would then tell them that "Nanami-san had an emergency business trip." On top of that, he never really showed up when your friend's parents would invite him for whatever, consistently declining politely, but because of you, he finally honored one of their invitations.

However, it made you wonder what he found so interesting in a university student like you when his life was so much more exciting, being the founder of his own company. He was a bachelor at thirty two, and he's got everything figured out while you were in the final year of your higher education, and you still didn't know what to do with your life.

The reason became evident when you met him again after insisting that you should before you parted that evening at the beach, even leaving you his calling card.

How your conversation went from how his work was going and how your studies were to his proposition for you to be basically his sugar baby was something you couldn't fathom at that time. He just went on about coming clean and expressing his real intentions, then later asked you to think about it before dishing out a conversation about how the two of you should meet again to draft the parameters of your arrangement. Nanami later apologized, smiling apologetically for startling you – the biggest understatement of the century – adding that he wasn't one to beat around the bush.

"I hope I didn't scare you away," he said when dropping you off to campus.

A week later, you signed a contract with him, and then he kissed you, taking your breath away instead of shaking your hand to seal your pact. Everything went smoothly. It seemed a good idea back then. Boy you wished there was a time when you could have been more mistaken in your life.

You let out a mirthless laugh as you realized you were at the end of the rope regarding Nanami. You cannot handle it anymore when, for the past half year, you've been putting off talking to him about the state of matters from your end. You know you're breaching your agreement, which is a testament to the reality of your liaisons. You failed at keeping it emotionless, evidently, and every single time you think about coming clean and facing rejection, you felt like cowering in fear.

You already know how binding those agreements were. Nanami had been clear about what he wanted, and you also agreed because you thought you wanted precisely that – an arrangement without commitment, one you can easily get out of without issues. He would not want you if he knew the truth, and although it took far too much strength and courage to accept it, you managed. But now that you have finally decided to speak to him, he tells you he can't be there. Then again, you didn't even have the right to demand his time.

It came in a cocktail of emotions when you realized you didn't want his money or anything else he had to offer. You only wanted one thing: his heart. Too bad it was off the table. It's not something he offered to ever be in your contract.

You hated yourself for being weak, for opening up when you should have remained frozen even towards him. But you couldn't help it when your heart started confusing his caring side for actual feelings over his usual acts of reminding you that he was still the older one between you and actually had the responsibility to take care of you whether you've got an arrangement or not.

You sure as hell didn't regret the perks that came with it – trips to any place you could name, things you get with just one word, and the amazing love-making that came with it. Nanami was a great lover. It never just felt like sex in a transactional manner. It always showed how much of a sensitive soul he is, how much he cared for you. But it's not exactly in the way you wanted it.

"I like you, and I enjoy your company, but being me, this is all I can offer at the moment."

Those were his words, and though it's not explicitly written in the contract, you knew it was over when you started perceiving him as the center of your universe. That was no good, and maybe he knew, considering how he had been "too preoccupied" when you said you wanted to talk. Suddenly, he didn't have time for you, but you wanted to tell him of your decision to end matters in person. He deserved that, at least. Nanami was just too good, and you didn't want him to do the guesswork.

That same night, you walked out of the luxury flat he rented for you, packing a bottle of wine, which you ended up drinking at your best friend's house.

You woke up the next day, still groggy from all the alcohol you drank, to the sound of your best friend speaking angrily to someone in hushed tones. She was telling someone off and threatening them about answering if something ends badly, but then you hear your name.

"Y/N's a really sensitive person underneath regardless of what she says," she tells whoever she is talking to. You don't hear the response to her statement, but there was a long pause, and then you hear the front door open and close with her declaration to give this person their space.

It wasn't long before the guest room door opened, and you found yourself face-to-face with Nanami. You motioned to get up, but he shook his head and sat beside you on the bed.

"Why did you leave?" he asked, straight to the point as always. You didn't expect anything less, but you couldn't look him in the eye as you said, "I can't do this anymore."

Much to his surprise, you started crying the moment you spoke. It was so atypical of you to show him any kind of weakness, always so independent in your actions and words that he felt useless at times, so he found the need to reach out and hold you.

You flinched. "Please don't."

Nanami sighed, running his fingers through his usually perfect hair. For the first time, you notice how it's not fixed the way it should be and how he has dark rings under his eyes, his cheeks a bit sunken. He looked at you, expressions unfathomable, but you saw how he clenched and unclenched his fists.

"Why not?"

His question angered you, that much he could tell, and it was obvious how you were trying your very best to calm down. You sat up and he felt the need to brace himself for whatever you will say.

"I'm ending this...this..."

"Arrangement," he supplied for you, to which you nodded, the sting of that word evident on your face. "Yes, that."

He nodded in understanding, but he stared you down with a pensive look on his handsome face, and you wanted just to run before you fell even harder. "May I at least know why?"

You bit your lower lip, looking elsewhere but him as your eyes filled with fresh tears. You didn't know how on earth you were going to explain it to him in detail, but as he gave it to you straight and simple, you thought it best to do the same. It would be self-explanatory anyway.

Wringing your fingers, you all but whispered, "Kento, I'm in love with you." When he didn't speak, you started rambling on about how you knew things wouldn't change if you said it and that he's got more important things to deal with over your "childish feelings" but that you can't help it.

"Say that again," he told you.

"What?" You didn't realize he had moved closer, his face merely inches from yours and his other arm caging you on your spot.

"The first thing you said. Say it again." He sounded commanding as he was used to, but then he let his forehead rest on your shoulder, feeling defeated. "Please?" he said, sounding small, unsure.

You wiped the tears off your face, sniffling. You've resigned yourself to the bad outcomes of your actions. "I'm in love with you."

"If that's the case, wouldn't you want to be with me?"

"Because you said you could only offer me this arrangement."

At that, he looked up at you, cupping your face with his hands and staring you straight in the eyes, eyes you couldn't lie to. You were somewhat surprised that he didn't have a single clue as to what had been ailing you as perceptive as he was. Then again, maybe you were just too good at hiding it until you weren't, everything hidden behind the smokescreen of your physical intimacy and the pretty smiles you would offer his way.

"Be honest with me. Did it ever feel like it's just that?" he asked cautiously, groping for words.

This time, you couldn't hold back and began tearing up again, your anger finally rearing itself on the surface. "That's exactly the problem!" You pried his hands off of you and stood up. "I can't figure you out, and I don't want to be confused anymore. We had an agreement, I know that, and I'm sorry, but it hurts too much knowing you can give me anything I ask for but not what I want the most."

He also stood up, invading your space and pulling you towards him. He wasn't about to just lose you, not without a fight. Nanami made you look at him, his arm around your waist tight as he commanded your attention but still gentle and giving you your leeway to run if you wanted. You, on the other hand, didn't need much restraining nor convincing as you found yourself looking into his eyes and wanting nothing but to be close and be able to hold him, own him and all that he is, love him, and love him hard, love him over and over again, surrender your heart and let him have you even if you knew he could never give it back.

But all your notions were dispelled with a few choice words. "You never asked."

"I – what?"

"The thing you want the most that you claimed I can't give you. You never asked for it."

Ah. You chuckled without humor. Of course, it's on you for not asking. "Because I can't! That's not how it works. It's not my place to ask. I've no place of that nature in your life."

"Really now, Y/N?" Nanami looked stung, annoyed even, when typically, he wouldn't even show you a disapproving look at your worst behavior around him.

"It's okay. This is on me." You stepped back from him, resigning yourself to the idea of not seeing him again and saying goodbye. "And I know you're busy, so don't worry about me. I just really wanted to tell you personally, at least. I'll be fine."

"I won't be..."

"Stop it! You said so yourself –"

"I said 'at the moment' back then if I remember it correctly?"

You shrugged. "Kento, you don't have to hyper-analyze what you said back then. Don't stress –"

At that, his expressions changed, and he appeared manic, so different from his calm and composed demeanor. "This is stressing me out."

"I'm sorry."

"I love you."

You shook your head. Pity was the last thing you needed, and hearing those words in such a context, even less so. "No, you don't."

"Yes, I do. You can't just assume things like that. And though I detest confrontations like this, I'm prepared to be in conflict with you for it if it means you stay with me."

You smiled ruefully at him, coming closer to hug him, holding onto whatever you could while you still had time, taking in the way he smelled, the way his hair felt against your palms. "You're really too nice. Don't say things like that even if you feel bad for me. You don't have to."

Nanami sighed again, looking absolutely tired, but had it in him to smile despite your words. "Y/N, I just got the shovel talk with your best friend after I told her I love you – rather graphic, too – and you're telling me you don't have a place in my life? I would not even be here if you didn't matter to me. You, of all people, should know that I don't waste my time on things I don't find worthwhile, but I am here, am I not?"

You felt your heart thundering in your chest as you minced his words, unable to process everything at the moment, but you found yourself overwhelmed with joy that your feelings weren't one-sided. "You are."

"But you're right, so let's end this arrangement."

Swallowing hard, you nodded.

"Let's make this the real thing without agreements and roles. What do you say about that?" He tilted his head to have a closer look at you.

Everything be damned, but you were taking your chances. "Okay," you whispered.

"I love you. I'm in love with you, too. If it's my heart you want, you can have it. It's yours. All yours, my sweet."

You bit your lower lip, fighting a smile as you glanced at him from under your lashes, not trusting yourself to speak.

Nanami leaned his forehead against yours, closing his eyes as he held you closer. "I love you," he repeated.

"I know."

He chuckled. "Now you know. But that's not what I want to hear, Y/N. I said, I love you."

Instead of a response, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him close as you stood on your toes to claim his lips with yours, your toes curling as he reciprocated in kind. This one felt different, not like some sort of transaction or a thank you for the things he provides for you. It felt like the real thing...like love.

"Then I love you, too."

TOJI

"She's an associate, Y/N. Stop being such a brat," Toji tells you the moment he arrived at the penthouse where he was housing you a good hour after you stormed out of the party he was hosting. You looked over your shoulder to find his tall, broad form leaning against the doorpost, arms crossed and...smirking.

"Or are you doing this on purpose 'cause you want daddy to punish you, hmm?"

You scoffed as you angrily wiped your tears, entering the walk-in wardrobe and slamming the door shut. You just wanted to be away from him, be able to think without him influencing your thoughts. If Fushiguro Toji was a drug, he'd most certainly be heroin – absolutely addictive with slim chances to none in terms of recovery, but you still wanted more, more, and some more. And you fell right into that trap, very much aware of it all.

You were a budding freelance journalist who got into a tangle with his organization after a wrong lead. He had been nice to you on the get-go, the understanding and very accommodating kumicho letting Miss Nosey off the hook. You kept running into him after that until one drunken evening at one of his clubs, where he had to rescue you from a guy who couldn't take no for an answer.

He drove you home, and instead of getting out of his car, the two of you got talking, and he started showing you pictures of his adorable son. And after fucking you senseless in that same car, he offered you an arrangement you thought you couldn't refuse at that time.

Slowly, you found yourself weaving into Toji's complicated life and seeing beyond just the ruthless gang leader who showered you with everything and anything he could give. The sky is the limit where Toji was concerned, and he was outrageous about the presents he would give you. But that always came with a catch. He took as much as he gave, probably more, and he was possessive of you. It wasn't healthy how he could do whatever the fuck he wanted while your rewards came with limitations attached to them.

Still, you stayed and got lost in the maze that was the workings of his mind and his personal life, which was just about his little boy. You instantly fell in love with Megumi and, in the process, with Toji himself. You know that now without a doubt, and it scared the living daylights out of you.

That realization came gradually. At first, you chalked it up to just a physical response, inducing chemicals in your head that gave you the illusion and delusion of emotional affection. What's love got to do with it, right? At first, it was little things like wanting to see him at the most random times of the day, missing him, and such. Then it escalated into incremental degrees of possessiveness, which you thought was fair given his inclination to call you his, be that in words while he's balls-deep in you or the way he would suddenly hold onto you with those large hands in the presence of others.

And quite frankly, you seemed to have picked up on that habit the wrong way, learning to reciprocate in the same way. It was messy business at best, but then again, it started just as messy.

The thought and reality of it hadn't felt as real as it did when you saw another woman clutching just as possessively at his arm. It seemed innocent, but seeing those blood-red nails brushing on his muscled arms as if their owner had any right to do it or had probably staked their claim made your blood boil, and your heart break. All the while, in your head, you were repetitively saying, "He's mine. I had him first."

You're in love with him, and that's a fact. Because why else would you be having such intense emotional outbursts over the fact that he was dangling another woman in his arms? It's a fact you didn't want to face anyway. He's supposed to be your sugar daddy, nothing else. It came with its perks, but you're human, and Toji is irresistible in more ways than one and never limited to just how he satisfies you physically. You loved him, his son and everything that he is included.

And you thought it had to stop. He didn't see you that way.

You emerged from the wardrobe, pulling a suitcase behind you, and suddenly, tension filled the air as Toji straightened to his full height, sapphire eyes shifting between you and the luggage.

"What are you doing?" he asked. Gone was his playful mood from earlier, replaced by something darker. He wasn't expressive, almost always looking bored out of his wits, and his facial muscles only rearranging in minute details to convey change, but it was enough to tell you to be on guard.

You walked towards him, mustering all your courage as you said, "I think we should end this."

"Because you're jealous?" He arched a brow at you. "I already told you –"

You shook your head, reaching up to touch his cheek, smiling as you traced downward before running your thumb against the scar at the side of his lips. While it made him look like a hooligan, you always thought it was a part of his charm. "That's hardly the issue here. As cliché as it is, it's not you; it's me. Thank you for everything, Toji. Give my love to Megumi."

At that, he chuckled. "And you expect me to just sit back with that sorry excuse? What do you take me for?"

Your eyes flashed in anger at the way he was undermining the circumstances. "Toji, I'm serious. It may be a sorry excuse for you, but it's not the same for me."

He stepped closer, looming over you. "So, speak up. Do I look like I'm playing here, sweetheart?"

"I...I can't..."

"What now?" He smirked, but you saw hurt cross his features, making you hesitate. It was too late when you realized you were stuck between a hard place and Toji, literally and figuratively. Your back hit the wall, and a second after, he slammed a palm just beside your head, staring you down. "I'm just a lowlife so I don't even deserve any proper explanation, is that it?"

"What? No! That's the last thing on my mind!" you retorted.

"So what? You're done writing your little reveal-all piece on me, so you're cutting me loose?"

How dare he, you thought. You were faithful to your agreement with him, and not once did you ever think of betraying him like that. Again, you were overwhelmed by the intensity of how you felt for him. You shook your head, trying to hold it in when your feelings were close to slipping out of your lips from the tip of your tongue. You didn't like the way he was looking at you as if you murdered his son and only family, but why were you making him angrier?

"If that's what you want to think, then fine."

"So fucking tell me, woman!"

"You should know by now that your intimidation tactic doesn't work on me," you told him dryly.

"You really are my woman," he says proudly, almost love-struck, but you weren't about to buy it.

"Let me go."

"And if I don't?"

"You wouldn't like what I will do, Toji."

"Oh, is that so?" Toji wasn't a patient man, but he always took his time with you, and that trait of his was proven to you for the first time when, in the next moment, you found yourself upside down after he hauled you onto his shoulder and easily carried you to the bed.

Before you knew it, you were on the mattress, but upon realizing what he was about to do, you started beating him on the chest with your fists, tears spilling out of your eyes. It was futile, you knew that, but you still wanted to get away from him. He easily pinned your hands down, silencing your protests with his lips as he took possession of yours. And just like that, you were docile as a kitten under his mercy and the heat of his touch.

"Do you still wanna leave me?" You just glared at him, your lack of response making him grit his teeth and tear the dress you were wearing off of you.

"Toji, what the – mmph!"

Again, he swallowed your words, his hands roaming over your now naked body. He pulled back only to say, "I'm giving you a chance to talk now, darling. Don't waste it." He then started kissing your neck, going lower and lower, the sounds he was making distracting you. "I'm listening, Y/N. And don't give me another bullshit excuse."

Your misery mingled with the carnal pleasure he was pulling out of you, coming in rivulets of tears as you half-sobbed, half-moaned at the way he was touching everything his hands could reach while he ground his crotch against yours.

"Toji, please stop," you pleaded, and he did, flashing you a pained look. For the first time, it seems that he was showing you the real person behind all the facade, the version of Fushiguro Toji exclusively reserved for Megumi.

He sat on his haunches, looking down at your vulnerable form as you covered your face with your arms and continued to sob. "I-I'm sorry..."

"No. I'm sorry," you answered between deep draws of breath. You weren't crying because of what he was doing. It was more for the fact that you were hurting him as much as your arrangement was hurting you. "But what the hell can I do?"

He hovered over you, prying your hands away from your face as gently as he could and peppering your face with kisses. "What is it, darling? Come on, tell me."

"I broke our agreement..." You looked away from him.

He eyed you quizzically. "And how did you do that?"

"By falling in love with you." You finally met his gaze. "I know you said our liaisons will not go beyond just what we really are to each other, but I couldn't help it. I care for you and Megumi, so much so that I want to be a genuine part of your lives. And it's not my place to ask, so I'm sorry."

To your surprise, he laughed, like really laughed, and you haven't felt so embarrassed in your life after pouring your heart out to him. You wanted the whole place to crumble into a pit and take you with it.

When he was calm enough, he said, "Fucking finally!"

"What?"

He sighed, leaning down to kiss you on the cheek. "Do you know how long I've waited for you to say that to me?"

You paled but at the same time, you felt your face getting hot, realizing what he meant. "You knew?"

"From the moment it happened, yes. You think you can just walk out on me like that?" He shook his head. "Don't act like you don't know me at all."

"Y-you –" You didn't know what to say, getting up halfway only to be met with a scorching kiss that left you breathless.

Toji undid his pants, letting his cock spring free, and then lifted you onto his lap, holding you close. "I knew you were made for me the moment Megumi's eyes lit up the first time he asked if you were gonna be his new mommy."

"He did?" you asked in muffled tones against the crook of his neck.

"So what do you say? 'Cause I was dying to say yes." He kissed your temple, and underneath, you could feel him preparing to align himself with you.

You pulled away, holding his head between your hands as you looked at him in disbelief. "You were?"

He rolled his eyes. He really wasn't good at this. "Yes, darling. Now, are you still gonna leave me? Us?"

You pouted. "You're not just using Megumi to make me stay, right?" You gasped when he nudged your entrance, knowing he's got you in the bag. "I won't even let you near my son if I didn't want you as much as I do. But I got the best wingman, no?"

You just stared at him in disbelief but he prompted you by thrusting upward and breaking you away from your reverie, a high-pitched moan ripping out of your throat.

"Come on, Y/N. Decide so I can love you as much as you want me to." He grinned deviously at you. "Not that I plan to do otherwise if you decide to go."

"And if I go anyway?"

He smirked. "I don't know, love. I'm yakuza after all."

"Is that a threat?!" You smacked him on the chest, earning you a chuckle and a kiss to your forehead. "Yes. Can I love you now?" he asked and you swore he looked just like Megumi when he would beg you for goodies. So, how can you say no to that?

~*~

GOJO

"Where have you been?"

The silence you expected to arrive to at the penthouse was broken the moment you walked by the vast living room. You almost dropped the red heels you held when you heard that familiar voice echo through the room, quiet yet deadly.

You visibly froze before turning around to see the owner of the voice. He looked upset, those usually bright orbs of aquamarine having turned into cold, hard gems as they regarded you. The darkness of the room that surrounded him like a miasma didn't help in quelling the tension in the room. If there was one thing Gojo Satoru hated, it's when he is disobeyed, and you flouting his orders and going out to party wasn't an exception. Sure, he doted on you and always showered you with gifts and affection, but being part of his world meant you needed to follow strict rules in exchange for the lavish life he provided for you.

You knew you should not have gone anywhere apart from your university and the place you called home. You knew you should not have given his men trouble by thinking you were at home after you snuck out, but you thought, why not? Gojo wasn't supposed to be back until the following day anyway, "Negotiations," he called them. You didn't want to feel alone in such an empty space, which was becoming more frequent as of late. You understood where he was coming from, but at the same time, you refused to and you wanted to act out.

Choosing to aggravate his foul mood further, you shrugged and attempted to walk past without saying anything, but you effectively stopped when he said, "Stop right there. We're not done talking."

Veering to look at him with the coldest expression you could muster, you retorted, "I went out with my friends. What's the big deal?"

He stood up from his seat, evidently pissed off at your attitude. "I thought I told you. It's dangerous, Y/N. I'm just trying to protect you. What if something happened to you?"

"They're your enemies, Satoru, not mine."

"It doesn't change the fact that they will hurt you if they can!" He had such a menacing look on his face when he was angry which you thought never belonged with those easy smiles and generally perfect visage of his. Someone so beautiful being shrouded in darkness was a violation to nature, and Gojo was just so.

"Well then, maybe I shouldn't have gotten together with you!" you shouted back, throwing your expensive shoes on the floor, imagining it was an extension of him you wished to hurt. "I could be in danger; I understand that. I'm not stupid, but I never cared for any of that as long as I have you, but you're never there! Why should I stay put when you tell me to?"

Gojo was evidently taken aback at your outburst, not believing that this was the welcome he gets after being away. At the same time, he felt guilty and deserving of your harsh treatment of him, feeling his heart sinking at your words. "You'll be safer that way," was all he could say.

You smirked at him, shaking your head. "And lonely. You forgot lonely." You shrugged, walking away from him. "I'm tired."

Having ended up in the bathroom where you found solace from Gojo, you leaned your arms and propped your chin on the rim of the huge tub, staring at the city lights through the glass walls. It seemed like a good idea to get tangled up with an older male who wanted to take care of you at your darkest moments, having been fired from your job and thrown out of your apartment which made you resort to sleeping in your car.

That's how you met in the first place, making the mistake of parking around the outskirts of the city, hugging a can of pepper spray in your sleep when Gojo and his men decided to make an exchange at the empty parking lot of the warehouse nearby. Safe to say, it went awry when men started to pull out guns.

He took you home after his right-hand man spotted you in the car when your phone lit up at the wrong time. At first, he was suspicious of you, thinking you were an asset for an enemy clan. You were probably traumatized or in utter shock when your first reaction to him after seeing him break someone's neck a few yards from your car was to tell him he was beautiful while also shivering at the thought of how easily those gloved hands could murder you.

Gojo had been straightforward from the get-go, never hiding his intentions the moment he thumbed at your chin, forcing you to behold his beauty in all its glory which was just a bonus with how gentle, kind and caring he was towards you. And you clung to the dark angel who offered you a comfortable life away from the dangers of the streets, even offering to pay for your studies when he found out just how well you did in them. It seemed you were embroiled in more danger than you anticipated, however.

To say that you didn't know what kind of life you have entangled yourself in would be a lie. You knew just what kind of person Gojo Satoru is, his pretty hands and his very name stained in blood. The tattoos that adorned his beautiful alabaster skin were a dead ringer of just what kind of clan he belonged to, and it didn't help that he was surrounded by ruffians like a lone rose in a sea of thorns all the time.

They called him The Prince, even his enemies, and what a fitting name, at least to you with whom he showed his better side and true self underneath the emotionally constipated yakuza overlord that he is. But that was the very thing that broke your heart.

You had an agreement. Blatantly put, you are his pet, and he is your owner who poured money on trinkets he thought would make you happy in exchange for favors. That's it. You give him your body, and you get to have him for all those moments he is available. You wouldn't deny that it was an economically good proposition and beggars probably can never be choosers as was the case for you, but you never anticipated just what a lonely existence it would be on top of it being dangerous when you were deemed his weakness.

What a laugh. You weren't his weakness, not even remotely close. It was all for naught when your life is being put in line because of stupid assumptions his enemies resorted to. You will die if you don't toe the line according to Gojo's standards, and for what? They'd probably think they hurt him, but really, they're just giving him an excuse to go on a rampage, which will be for reasons vastly different from their thoughts.

But more than anything, the most significant matter at stake was your heart, if not your sanity. Letting that information out during your outburst was a faux pas on your part, and you emotionally prepared yourself to leave the kind of life Gojo granted you in the first place. You've fallen for him, and that wasn't a good thing when he made it clear just what purpose you served for him.

The sound of water droplets from the faucet was suddenly interrupted by the glass doors sliding open to accommodate Gojo, who had already changed into a fluffy, white robe, shedding it off as he approached you. You didn't acknowledge his presence and merely watched his reflection through the wall. That didn't deter him from coming into the bathtub behind you and pulling you close.

"Would you please look at me, sweetheart?" he asked, his melodious voice making every fiber of your being tense. He wrapped an arm around you, his breath ghosting over your nape. "Did I make you that upset while I was away? I'm sorry, my pet."

His apology always came with a catch. You didn't have to enumerate them when you're only supposed to understand.

"Still mad at me? What does my Y/N want, hmm?" Gojo started placing kisses on your shoulder, moving upwards to your neck, but before it could cloud your judgment, you moved forward, gently taking his arm off of you, much to his dissatisfaction. He sighed, letting you have your space. "What's the problem?"

You hugged your knees to yourself, feeling the coldness of the air when you lost contact with him. "It's not something you could fix by kissing me." As if on cue, you absently scooped some soapy water and rubbed it over the areas he touched.

Being the brat used to having his way, Gojo scoffed. "Are you literally washing away my kisses?" It's just like him to ask about the trivial things when he feels like it. He reached out to touch you when you didn't answer but stopped when you flinched. He immediately turned serious, the air around you becoming charged with tension. "Y/N, will you please tell me what's bothering you?"

"You are."

"What?"

You leaned your forehead on your knees, feeling vulnerable to the whole world as you calmed your inner turmoil and tried to put in words how you felt, how things would end by your hand before he casts you away.

"I breached our contract."

Silence followed your words, and those mere seconds of pause felt like an eternity as you feared the worst. But then he said, "Will you elaborate on that?"

You lifted your head, throwing it back as you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. "I know I don't have any right to be demanding things from you, least of all hold it against you when I miss you in your absence."

"You miss me?"

"But I have no control over how I started feeling the way I do, becoming more pronounced whenever you're not with me. We had an agreement, I know that, but because I broke it, I guess I'll have to take it upon myself to end this."

"End what?" He straightened up, his blue eyes filling with dread. "What – what are you talking about?" He sounded angry this time but like that of an animal cornered as opposed to being the hunter.

You looked at him from over your shoulder. "I'm leaving you, Satoru."

A mix of emotions started to take shape with every nuance in his expression, as if he could not make up his mind about how he would feel about what you just said. For a split second, he looked at you as if you had obliterated his whole being, but then he calmed down, massaging the point between his blue eyes.

"I'm sorry, but I can't do this anymore. I know my role, and I should just walk away before it gets out of hand."

"What role?"

You laughed without humor. "I am, in essence, just your sugar baby, Satoru. You give me things that you see fit. I don't get to demand anything from you."

"Is that how you see yourself?" His tone was scathing but calming at the same time. It makes things easier for you.

"Let's not pretend anymore, okay?"

"So what exactly are you telling me?"

"Do I have to spell everything out for you?" you asked in exasperation, your tears finally dripping from your eyes.

He let up on the harsh expression on his face upon seeing them. "Y/N, baby, don't cry. Please. I just need you to explain. I deserve at least that when you're telling me you want to –"

"I love you, Satoru." You smiled at him through your tears, the most sincere one you gave his way since you realized how you felt.

"You do?"

"I don't regret it regardless of the consequences."

"Y/N, I'm confused."

You didn't address that. Gojo was probably one of the most brilliant people you knew, but it was always easy to feign ignorance, regardless of that. Without addressing it, you motioned to get out of the tub, wondering where you'll start with packing, but then almost everything you owned was technically Gojo's. It would be easy, you thought.

"Anyway, you know now. I should go."

Gojo wasn't having any of it. He stopped you, pulling you towards him. "You just told me you love me, and you're leaving me behind?"

You blinked. "Am I...not supposed to?"

Gojo smirked at you. "What makes you think you can just walk away now that I know?"

You sank into the water, creating splashes in your wake. You didn't know how to feel about that. It was a choice between succumbing to that false sense of security you learned to accept during the three years you've been with him or relief over the possibility that he reciprocated your feelings. However, before you could even decide, Gojo chose to addle your brain by leaning in and taking possession of your lips, giving you no choice but to melt and submit to his touches.

It was passionate as usual, setting every ounce of your existence aflame while his hands roamed around every inch of your skin, marking his territory. You appreciated that about him, not holding back and giving you what you wanted without inhibitions, but you've always accepted that what you wanted the most, he could never ever give. You've resigned yourself to that fact, and yet, whenever he touches you, you are convinced otherwise because his actions always contrast his words. You hated how hope started to grow in your chest, and although he quickly turned you on, you fought against it and pulled away from him.

"N-no. Stop."

"Why?" He looked at you, kiss-drunk and dazed.

"I can't do this anymore. I'm not going to force you to be beholden to me." You inched backward. "Just let me go."

Gojo clucked his tongue, sighing profoundly and covering his face with his hands in utter frustration. "What have I done?"

You shook your head. "It's not your fault."

"No..."

It was your turn to reach out to him, forcing his hands off of his face as you kneeled before him. "Satoru, you can hardly be blamed for how I feel. It's okay. I am not mad at you."

"Yeah, but I sure as hell am mad at myself." He let you take his hands but immediately reversed roles and held your hand in his. "Oh, Y/N. My sweet, sweet Y/N." His broad shoulders drooped down. "It's my fault why you're doing this right now for making you feel like you had to toe boundaries with me where your emotions are concerned."

"We signed a contract..."

He lifted his hand to tenderly graze your cheek, his icy blue eyes showing that misplaced warmth you've become familiar with even when he made someone beg for mercy. Gojo Satoru always shone brilliantly amid the darkness that surrounded him. You gravitated towards that light no matter how twisted it was.

"This is my doing."

"No –"

"But it's true." He smiled sadly at you. "I know what I am, and I am so deep in it that nothing could right the wrongs I've done. That contract was supposed to be a shield for you against me, Y/N, not the other way around."

"What?" Now you're confused.

"The moment you called me beautiful despite seeing what you did all those years ago, I knew I had to have you with me to have someone to see past the fear I instill in anyone who crosses paths with me." He shrugged. "I didn't want you to feel like you had to feel for me, nor did I want you to feel responsible for anything that involves me. I'm not so cruel that I'll subject you to that, but it's too late, no? I put you in danger, and you don't owe it to me that I am protecting you or giving you everything I thought you would want while keeping a safe distance. Turns out I've hurt you more."

You were taken aback, to say the least.

"But I do care for you more than I can admit or fathom." He beamed disarmingly as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "I am in too deep, and maybe I should just accept that I do love you."

"Satoru..."

"I love you, Y/N. Words are cheap, and it may be too late, but I really do." He placed his head on your shoulder as he embraced you, holding you tight, skin on skin. "But if you want to leave, I will let you. I will not be selfish and ask you to stay with me. I want you to do whatever you think is best for you without thinking of me."

Laughter wanted to escape from your throat, not because of mirth but from relief. But with that came the realization that you weren't free anymore, not where Gojo was concerned. He's setting you free, but the lock to your prison wasn't his to hold in the first place. You held yourself captive to him in the first place, locked yourself in, and threw the key away. Knowing he reciprocated your affection towards him just sealed you in a reinforced vault, dunked into the deepest trenches of the ocean that was his warmth. How the hell were you supposed to leave him now when you mistakenly thought you were grasping at straws when he was shackled to you all along?

Shrugging, you wrapped your arms around him, shaking your head at your foolishness. At this point, saying you didn't know what you were getting yourself into is a big, fat lie, and it was probably one you will never make the mistake of doing anyway, unable to deny yourself of what you wanted...what you needed.

"You really are a piece of work," you muttered.

"What did I do?" he whined like a child. In such moments, you almost always forget he was shy of a year to a decade older than you.

You chuckled, returning his words to him. "What makes you think you can just walk away now that I know?"

Gojo's head snapped up, now wearing a cheeky grin as he regarded you, his hands climbing up the back of your thighs before cupping your bare ass. "Is that so? I'm letting you do what you want, Y/N."

You scoffed. He's back to his usual self, toying with you, but you see the subtle difference in how he deals with you. "I am doing what I want right now."

"Going once..."

You relaxed in his hold.

"Twice?"

"No."

His expression turned dark, eyes hazy with lust as he drew you closer, making you sit directly on his half-hard cock. "You can't complain after this, you are aware, my love?"

Ah, the sound of that endearment rolling out of his tongue was music to your ears. Winding your arms around his neck, you leaned forward and ground your hips against his, relishing the soft groan that escaped his lips at the pressure. "Where do I sign?"

He pointed at his lips. "It's a lifetime agreement, mind you."

You wasted no time sealing your new pact, crashing your lips against his, a kiss that was sloppy at best, excitement and a mix of love and lust heavy on your tongue as you sought his, reveling in the taste of him which felt like the first time. Gojo was almost always dominant, but he didn't seem to mind that you were taking the lead this time, asserting your claim over him, unable to resist now that you've both gotten what you wanted from each other.

"Lucky for you, I don't want out."

~*~

I had fun with these. Wonder if I should do Geto, Sukuna and Choso as well... A little treat to quell the time I'm taking off of writing my ongoing Gojo smau cause I lost all my fucking files. Yay, me!

PHOTO/IMAGE/GIF/FANART/ANY MEDIA CREDITS TO THE RESPECTIVE OWNERS.

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Wizarding World

James Potter

Due to the sheer size that is my accumulated collection of James, he had to get a whole post for himself. The prick.

Remus Lupin

Angel by @rosaline-black

You're Losing Me by @astonishment

i thought that i was dreaming when you said you loved me by @mangomonk

i caught myself by @mangomonk

shy!reader and remus meet by @luveline

Born a Party Girl by @lizpottersworld

Not so Secret Admirer by @kquil

it'd be an honor by @patrophthia

skirts by @flwrbo

Beyond Rumours by @ladylokilaufeyson5

Comfort Zone by @bruh--wtf

green with envy by @sombernstarless

if i ever talk to you that way by @vxntagedior

protective james by @of-many-fandomss

Prettiest girl at Hogwarts by @kitkathockey

over the influence by @bruisedboys

Remus takes shy!reader shopping by @bruisedboys

an encounter by @lovableapocalypse

paparazzi by @lushaletta

mouse by @siriuslovebot

Dear Prudence by @once-upon-an-imagine

Regulus Black

Green and Silver by @futurewriter2000

fools in love by @sarahisslytherin

nobody knows what i see by @cupidddd-d

Manipulating Death by @morganalatina21

She a Fighter by @stylesparker

picnic by @morwap

Sirius Black

Sweet Rubish by @shadowbriar

two ghost by @bellatrixscurls

Sirius Black x slytherin!reader by @moonstruckme

"did sirius black just wink at you?" by @ginevrapng

sirius black is such a slut for attention by @ddejavvu

Right Where You Left Me by @in-my-feels-probably

play stupid games, win stupid prizes by @perpetuallydaydreaming

sycamore girl by @patrophthia

apparition accident by @mediocre-daydreams

sleepy by @luveline

flowers by @robynlilyblack

and we run by @evermoreal

it's the hair by @ddejavvu

call it what you want by @velvetcloxds

dote on me by @yellow-berrys

you're not comfy by @siriusblacksjacket

Hourglass by @ancient-vivarium

a little piece of heaven by @kquil

Newt Scamander

Two of a Feather by @valkyriepirate

Happenstances by @valkyriepirate

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m0chisenpai · 2 days

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Louis x reader x Armand

The reader is a witch and she meets Armand and Louis and Claudia when going to watch a vampire play. They are mesmerized by her enchanting presence, wondering what and who she is

superstitious

˚｡⋆ louis de pointe du lac x black!fem!reader x armand

˚｡⋆ platonic!claudia x black!fem!reader

in which the missing piece fills the gaps

author note: We're gonna play with the idea that Louis has somewhat integrated into coven life

Another night of plays. And a new role for Claudia. A nod to the past, Claudia plays the maid to Marie Antoinette who witnesses both affairs and murders of the king and queen.

The role is silent, but it is better than falling out a window every singe night.

As always, Louis assumes his usual spot, watching his sister perform while his companion sits above. There is peace between all three. And at the same time, a feeling of lonesome resides. Like there is something missing.

Until that evening when she enters.

Armand smells her before she even steps foot intot he theatre. It is rich, it is new. It almost smells familiar of his previous years abroad. Whoever os here, their blood sings to his dead heart. It begs for him to consume it, to be bathed in it.

Had an ancient one found their way back? He looks down into the seats. Soldiers, husbands and wives, students fill the house. But he sees nothing.

Louis catches Armand's gaze, he sees his gaze, 'what is it?'

'Something is here. An ancient thing or being. i don't know what it is. But there is power in it.'

"One ticket please." the dressed up vampire hands the young woman her ticket which she holds between gloved hands. She feel out of place in her softer colors against the dark theatre, but she alwayd did stick out.

"Vampires pretending to be humans pretending to be vampires," you whisper to yourself in awe finding your seat. "How dramatic, Prudence was right."

The act begins. Murder marks the end of all the scenes and your laughter is like a bell in the vampires ears. Armand searche but cannont find you nor can Louis pinpoint your presence. But it is intxoicating.

Then the final act happpens. The vampire troupe feast on the woman and silence fills the theatre. But you stand in loud applause shouting your praise in french. And it is as though the world ends when all three look upon you.

How your eyes shimmer in praise, how your pearly white smile lights the room. Claudia freezes witht he blood dripping. Trying to remember your face as the curtains pull shut. Armand watches as you look up, nodding your head giving your appluase to him now.

But Louis, oh he wants you then and there. But the crowd keeps him from meeting you in the aisles as you file out.

"Oh sisters it was wondrous as you said!" you whisper in awe as you tie your scarf looking in to the mirror of your flat.

"Did I not tell you it was a delight, though in their early days they were more shakespearean I suppose they choose to cater to their English crowd now."

"And did you see the leader? is he not handsome!" Your fellow sister Urydice exclaims moving Prudence aside to stand in front of the mirror.

"He was..beautiful." you shyly whisper and the girl squeals.

"Oh you must approach them! you must!"

"Enough girls return to your chambers."

"Yes Mother." you whisper your goodbyes to all the girls until she sits in front. Your leader,t he mother of your group. She is old and wise, but no age touches her compexion. Her hair large and thick is braided back and you realize how much you miss your mother.

"My darling," she whispers with a smile on her lips. "Be safe. These vampires have power. and they have numbers. Until we have arrived you are to not engage them."

"Yes mother," you bow your head and press a to your pointer and middle finger pressing it to the glass and as soon as she does the same all that is left is your reflection.

You should listen to her, but you don't.

and as you shed your robe to slip into your bed. The golden eyes that watch from your balcony disappear into the night.

That next night you sit at the cafe writing letters to your scattered sisters. Some in english, three in french and the one in italian.

"You're not from here ma'am? Haven't heard italian before," the young girl sits in front of you.

"No, I am not. But Italy is not my home." You sip from your glass of coffee.

"I must say you are an exceptional actress. The breath was taken right out of me."

"Thank you, years of practice led me here."

"From...America?" you guess.

Her eyes widen as does her smile, "how'd you know?"

"Southern accent. Heard it growing up."

"Claudia, what'd I tell you but disturbing folks?"

Yiu hate to admt how the man who joins you both at the table makes your eyes widen. Your cheeks feel hot as his gaze settles upon you. You seem to have som eaffect because he is no longer chiding at the girl.

"No, she is fine sir. Just some simple conversation is all" you tilti your head "your daughter I am assuming?"

"Ah well...yes" he fumbles his words.

"How sweet," you smile at the two now bundling your letters to drop at the post. "I should be taking my leave now. It was lovely to speak to you both."

"Claudia," she quickly shakes your hand.

"Louis."

They wish you could stay. But you toss the necessary amount by your cup and leave the two behind to watch you walk down the stony path.

One night turns into two, then three when you return again it has been a week. A week of you tryig to avoid that theatre, but they calll out to you at night. "Come, come to us." But the leader requests your presence tonight.

One of the women leads you to where he sis. The only empty seat beside him is where you situate yourself.

"When did he turn you?"

"Don't have a creator." you whisper, eyes remaining on the stage. They flicker to Louis who looks up, giving you a smile which yu quickly return along with a wave.

"You know we are not human, yet you yourself are not one ofus," now his head turns to look at you. "But you do not smell like one. And your presence..it is unusual."

"I smell?"

"Nothing like the boys of war I can assure you, it is not unwelcoming" Armand can not help the smallest of smiles when he hears your sigh of relief. "But I must ask you again. What are you if not human?"

You hesitate, remembering the words of your mother. "We are not human. In the past humans maddeneed by thoughts of God and satan killed us one by one. They stopped it from being publicized but they still hunt us to this day."

"You're a witch?"

"We refrain from calling ourselves that," your hand rests against a necklace. The very one all of you share. "We are scattered across the world to avoid any more unnecessary murders."

You pause to clap for Claudia smile as she grins up at you at the end of her act.

"Will you be in France for long?" Armand asks once you sit back down.

"I would like to be. Rome was for a moment. And I am not sure I wish to return again to Greece." Armand returns his gaze down to Claudia and Louis both steal glances at him. Anticipating.

"If you stay here, I can gurantee your safety."

Claudia adores you and spends any moment she can. Taking you to Madeline's shop and around the city and theatre while Louis walks around the city with you, taking shots of you facing the moonlight or along the river.

Armand shows you artwork from the world.

Each of them can not help but feel you fill the gap in their hearts.

They feel dizzy just being in the midst of your presence.

Then one night, as you sit atop Armand's lap. Louis hand settles at the back of your neck to look up at him. Your bare chest heaves as Armand lays kisses upon it. There is somethign electric in the air, something magical,

The candles burn brighter with each kiss. Flickering with your breathing, as though they are breathing with you.

"Stay with us," his voice a whisper. Your eyes remain on his. He whispers it again, "join us."

Your mothers words are drowned from the two.

"Yes, please." Armand lets a soft hiss as he bites into the juncture of your neck while Lousi bites into the other side. And it is liek liquid fire fills your vein and fills theirs.

It is as though you are bonded to them in that moment.

Theirs for an eternity.

#iwtv #iwtv series #iwtv x reader #armand x reader #louis x reader #louis de pointe du lac x reader

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Ratonhnhaké:ton x irish/native M reader (commission)

1050 words 🤍

You always looked up to Ratonhnhaké:ton, both physically and admirably. I mean what more could someone want? Tall, handsome, strong, protective, and sharp as a coyote. He was everything you dreamed of and more, and despite only knowing him for a few mere months he already occupied your dreams nearly nightly. Even your waking hours weren't immune to his visage in your wandering imagination during a hard days work on the homestead.

While Warren and Prudence took care of the farm and the livestock your job was to care for all the working animals. Train the guardian dogs, tend to the horses and plowing steer, even care for the sole messenger hawk that Achilles has. It's not particularly difficult but it does have you traveling around to different parts of the homestead all day. Plenty of travel means plenty of time to wistfully daydream about his beautiful black hair, strong build, and sunkissed skin. You could imagine him so well it felt like you could reach out and touch him.

“Good afternoon (Y/N).” Ratonhnhaké:tons voice ripped your attention from your imaginary paramore to the genuine article.

“Oh! Good afternoon Ratonhnhaké:ton!” You quickly reply, slightly startled by your lack of awareness. You looked down at him as you're perched on your horse. He looked irritated. “Is everything okay?”

“Everything is fine. The mission was a success at least.”

“You sure?”

“It's not a big deal.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out his beaded armband, or at least what was left of it. The threads were cut and a good chunk of the beads were missing completely, the rest was barely holding together because of the weaving. “It got cut in a fight.”

“May I?” You held your hand out to Ratonhnhaké:ton and after a moment of hesitation he neatly dropped the broken beadwork into your palm.

“Do what you want with it. I can not mend it and it's too much trouble to return to my village to get it fixed.” Although his expression remains neutral there was a hint of sorrow in his voice. Knowing his history it wouldn't surprise you if whoever made the band has passed. It felt like a dart to the heart thinking about it, but you had an idea.

“When are you leaving the homestead again?”

“A few days at most. Why?”

“Come by my house tomorrow night if you have time. I'll make you a good meal before you go.” You smiled warmly and he simply nodded.

“If I am still here I will.” It was rare for him to actually accept any invitation from anyone on the homestead, but you had a good feeling about this time. You waved to each other as he began walking back to the manner and you rode to Warren's farm.

One day later and to your excitement there was a knock at the door. You almost tripped at you rushed to answer.

“Ratonhnhaké:ton, welcome!” You open the door and beckon him to come in.

“Thank you for having me.” He came in and stood in the foyer awkwardly, something clearly on his mind.

“It's my pleasure, really.” You tilt your head a little. “You look like you want to ask something though?” He stared at you for a long moment before responding.

“Why do you call me that.” His voice was quiet, almost cautious.

“Call you what? Ratonhnhaké:ton? Oh no, did I pronounce it wrong, I'm sorry!” He shook his head before you could continue.

“It's not that, it's just… you know you are the only one on the homestead that calls me by my name. Why? Why not call me Connor like everyone else?”

“Ratonhnhaké:ton is a good name. It would be a shame not to use it. I can stop if it makes you uncomfortable though.” In all honesty you liked being the only one to use his real name. It made you feel special, like you knew a piece of him that others didn't.

“...Do as you wish. I was just curious.” A slight tint of red kissed the tips of his ears. It was cute and made you smile.

“Oh! I have something for you!” You excitedly ran to the other room. Ratonhnhaké:ton followed but kept some distance between you two. A habit he picked up because people found his stature intimidating.

Grabbing something small off your workbench you returned and confidently closed the distance between you two. “Hold out your hand.” He complied and held out his hand with his palm upwards, his eyes widening when a familiar texture fell upon his fingers. There lies his beaded armband fully restored. His disbelief was clear but so was his gratitude.

“How did you do this?” He stared at the beads as he rolled them between his fingers. He could tell which ones were new but the color difference was minimal, almost undetectable.

“My great grandfather was native and he taught me when I was very young.” You smile fondly of the memories.

“You are native?” His eyes shifted from the armband to you.

You couldn't help but laugh at his question. Not that he was wrong to ask given your fair complexion, but you simply found it humorous he still thought he was the only native on the homestead. “I am. I know it's difficult to tell by looking at me but that is because the rest of my blood is Irish.”

“I didn't know.” He stared at the beadwork in his hand before reattaching it to his coat. “Thank you. This means a lot.”

Your smile spreads from ear to ear. “I'm happy I could help!” You shift your weight as a way to fidget. “I know you don't stay for long but will you stay for dinner? I made stew.”

“I would like that.” His expression softened slightly, he looks almost relieved. It's hard to imagine someone so big could be scared of anything, but as his eyes softened you realize that sometimes fear can take many faces and forms. You couldn't help but wonder if you could alleviate some of his anxieties, or if he would even let you. Perhaps with time, but for now you are content just being a little closer to him.

#a degenerate writes #ratonhnhaké:ton #ratonhnhaké:ton x reader #male reader #commission for a friend of mine 🖤#🤍#assassin's creed x reader #assassin's creed

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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 11 months

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“Flesh and Blood”

Part Seven, and the end - A new beginning

Pairing: Prince Aemon the Dragonknight x Fem. Reader (Northerner /House Stark | Third Person POV)

Themes: Soft / Happy ending

Warnings: Canon Targaryen incestuous marriage (Daena x Baelor) | Mentions of alcohol use

Word count: 2.5k words

Summary: A new era begins as Daena is anointed as Baelor’s queen.

A/Ns : Inspiration for Daena’s anointing was drawn from Anne Boleyn’s coronation. The painting is Queen Elizabeth I portrait in her regnal glory with Justice, Mercy, Prudence and Fortitude supporting her majesty.

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The day of Daena’s anointing dawned bright and golden and crisp.

Riotous cheers carried as far as the Godswood and beyond it. It was as if all of King’s Landing was at the gates to the Red Keep. It pleased Aemon to think the people all looked forward to the festivities. It frightened him as well. He was to aid both the Lord Commanders of the Kingsguard and the Gold Cloaks while they escorted the queen to the city square for her anointing, and no one could afford to be negligent even for a moment.

There was a knock on the door. “Enter,” he said, and he looked at the ornate chest in his hands. The time had come to give his wife her gift.

“You sent for me, my lord.” Lady Emma walked into the chambers he shared with his wife, the silks of her robes rustling softly with each step she took.

“You look glorious, my lady.” Aemon greeted her with a kiss on the cheek. “And I have a favor to ask of you. I was hoping y/n would wear this for the day’s festivities, and since she is still in the bath, I wondered if you could pass it on to her and offer my excuses.”

Emma sniffed and lifted the lid, so curious was she to peek at its contents. Her eyes widened when she saw what lay within. “Is this truly a gift, my lord?” She asked shrewdly. “Or is it a bribe?”

Aemon flushed and looked away. “My lord father hoped it would serve as a bribe, ” he confessed. “An overture of sorts to flatter the future Mistress of the North and convince her to continue with her marriage. I, on the other hand, wish to give it as a gift. These jewels once belonged to my mother. It would honor me to see y/n wearing them.”

She nodded. “I cannot truly blame your father, and I understand. I will be more than happy to give them to my niece. Now go,” she urged, when the Red Keep’s bell chimed six times. “The queen is expecting you, I hear.”

Aemon drew himself straight and said his farewells. He smiled when he heard laughter ringing in the bath chamber. Syrena was regaling her sister with her journey to King’s Landing, of all the wondrous sights she saw, and of all the dashing sailors that caught her eye. They had been awake late the night before, talking and talking to no end, it seemed. He did not mind. His wife seemed all the happier now that her sister was here.

And she will need to savor these moments, he thought to himself. They will be few and far between once Cregan yields to the Stranger, and she has to rule the North after he has gone.

He passed the room y/n once slept in. Marna and Lyanna made use of it, for his wife now shared his featherbed after she returned with him once they were all done with the hunt. The dragon and the maiden tapestry had been safely put away for the journey back to Winterfell. Y/n thought of having it hung in their shared chambers after they arrived.

Uther was seated in the entry hall, alert and impatient. “You are looking very much like a knight and lord today, my lord.”

His armor was new—heavy plate enameled in crimson and black, with a cloak of the same colors trailing behind him. A three-headed dragon, also enameled in a deep, rich red, rested on the crest. Aemon was silently grateful that it was already autumn. He would not have been able to endure the rigors of the day had the anointing ceremony taken place during the height of summer.

“Kinsman,” He clapped Uther on the shoulder. Y/n’s cousin was resplendent in a parti-colored doublet of black and silvery-grey. His hair had been shorn for the occasion. “Your mother’s work?” He observed. Uther had longer hair when they arrived and made themselves comfortable in the tower he shared with y/n. If Lady Cerwyn did indeed cut his hair, she must have done it the night before.

Uther made a face. “Mother was insistent we all look our best this morn,” he complained. “Now I am but a shadow of the creature I once was without my glorious locks.”

“The ladies will all mourn such a loss, I am sure.” Aemon suppressed the need to laugh when Uther glared. “Will I see you at the queen’s breakfast?”

“Of course you will." Uther fussed with what remained of his hair. “Go on, kinsman. I will make certain the others are not late.”

Flags and bunting, all in black and red, and all bearing the three-headed dragon of House Targaryen, fluttered in the wind. More would be found all over the city. Little bells that were strung up with the flags tinkled whenever a gust of wind rose. Aemon looked around and found the Red Keep a hive of activity. Servants ran to and fro on behalf of their lords and ladies, and the High Septon was heard imparting final instructions to his own retinue. They would walk first, ahead of the Queen and her guard. Members of the court and their guests would follow after.

Daena was still seated by her silvered looking glass when Aemon came upon her in the Maidenvault. Her sisters fussed over her, fixing her hair, her robes. Daena looked the image of a queen this day. She was dressed in a parti-colored gown of black and crimson velvet, and her robe was black and crimson velvet as well, richly embroidered, and lined with ermine. Her golden three-headed dragon pendant hung heavy on a golden chain. Aemon bowed deeply.

“Your grace,” he said. “You wished to see me.”

Her sisters curtsied, made their excuses, and left with the maids. Once the queen was satisfied that they were alone, she closed her eyes and sighed.

“I am trapped,” she wailed softly. “All my life, I have dreamed of such a moment, and now I feel like I am about to be locked into a golden cage for the rest of my days.”

“Is it because of Baelor?” Aemon probed doubtfully. “Do you not want to endure all of this because of him?”

“No,” Daena sniffed, and she brushed the back of her hand over her eyes. “Yes. You do not know how wretched I feel every night I convince myself to lay with him. And I cannot do anything about my fate until I have given him a son, and your father succeeds in convincing him to renounce his vows to me.” She turned to face Aemon, her eyes full of unshed tears. “It should have been Daeron escorting me through all of the feasts and frolics. I could have been happy with Daeron. Tisn’t fair.”

Daeron was the husband you yearned for, and Baelor was the husband you received. “It is not,” Aemon agreed. “But you must endure. At least for a little while. At least until you have given the king a son. Then you will be free of him and can live your life with whomever you choose for your next husband.”

A streak of daring flashed in her violet eyes. “True. Perhaps I could keep someone waiting in the wings, so to speak. Perhaps someone could aid me in providing the throne with an heir if Baelor is unable to fulfill his duties.”

“Your grace,” Aemon said sternly. He understood what she meant and liked it not. “Take care with how you conduct yourself. The last time someone thought as you did, the realm plunged into a civil war, and our dragons all died. I implore you not to walk down the same path our grandmother did. It could lead to the ruin of our family. Besides, what you propose is treason.”

Daena pursed her lips. “Gods be good, but you sound so much like your lord father,” she muttered. "Oh, very well. I will conduct myself in a manner befitting a queen until I have been safely delivered of a son.”

“Good.” Aemon was full of doubt. Daena was restless and, at times, too brash and willful for her own good. Still, her conduct during the feast of the warrior and the hunt showed otherwise. He finally decided to keep faith in her, at least for the time being. “Keep your sisters with you. Their future husbands’ will not refuse the honor of having their wives attend the queen as her ladies-in-waiting. Now tell me, where is the king? Why is he not here to lead you to the small feasting hall?”

“Baelor is at his prayers,” Daena explained, then sniffed again. “He refuses to be seen until he has to welcome me after I return from my anointing. It will be your father escorting me about until then.”

Seven save us all. The nobles will talk about this; Aemon was sure of it. He wondered if Baelor had even considered the folly of such an act. His kinsman was supposed to escort his wife everywhere to show one and all that she was his true and lawful queen. If he did not, the rumors were certain to start.

The people will either think him unfit to rule, he mused, or suspect Daena has sullied herself in some way, hence his refusal.

“All the more reason to comport yourself accordingly and win both the court and the small folk to your side,” he counseled. “It will make a regency go easier for you if you do.”

“That is what your father said as well.” Daena picked up a square of white silk and dabbed her eyes. “Ask my sisters to come back in. I will not go out with puffy eyes.”

When the bell chimed eight times, Aemon was seated beside his wife while they all broke their fast on honey cakes and gammon steaks, rashers of crisp bacon, freshly baked bread and the finest fruits of the season. There were pitchers of mead and pitchers of ale and pitchers of water for anyone who had a thirst. Aemon glanced at his wife. Y/n looked splendid in her dress of white silk slashed with cloth of silver. A gray crescent diadem of stiffened damask sat neatly amidst her hair. The jewels he gifted her glinted in her ears and wrists and throat. She thanked him profusely, then flushed when he ran his thumb along her cheek.

In a matter of a few weeks, y/n had changed. Her eyes were brighter, and she looked more content now. Even her appetite had improved, her maid told him. It pleased him no end to see her so happy.

“How is the queen?” asked y/n. “Is she well?”

“Overwrought,” Aemon replied. The truth will have to wait until much later, when they were alone and in bed. He did not want the other guests to hear. “And regal. Her mother and father would have been proud of her, had they lived to see this day.”

“Uther wants to fight in the melee again. He thinks he will win a second time." There would be jousting and plays, and even a Dornish camel race, as part of several days of celebrating. Wagers had been placed, and the purses offered were quite heavy. Knights from the previous month’s tourney had stayed on for the next round of jousts as well, with even more knights pouring into the city to add to their number. Already, there was talk that this tourney would be the greatest tourney in an age. “Aunt Emma likes it not.”

“She is his mother; of course she will not like it,” Aemon replied, taking her hand. He gave it a gentle squeeze. “And I hope I will see you when I joust?”

“Of course,” y/n flashed him a radiant smile. “I have been looking forward to it for days now.”

Aemon brought her hand to her lips. Serena, who had been studying them both with a careful eye, cleared her throat and said, “I hear women have been allowed to participate in the archery contest?”

“Yes.” Aemon flushed, then smiled warmly. “And all because of the queen. Her grace was insistent on adding her name to the list. An exception was made and any woman with skill could partake if she wished.”

Serena clapped her hands with glee. She was going to add her name, Aemon was certain of it. Her sister had been praising her skills as a huntress for a while now. “Would you be partaking as well, wife?” he asked.

“Not this time,” y/n sipped the last of her wine and replied. “I would like to just watch.”

“Fair enough.”

While the breakfast was light and full of good humor, the procession into the city square was somber. A magnificent carriage drawn by white draft horses caparisoned in black and crimson moved along at slow pace while members of both the Gold Cloaks and the Kingsguard rode on either side of it. The crowds parted and cleared a path whenever the procession neared them, all shouting good wishes at the queen.

If there is any jeering, it would be from the dissatisfied few that no one would hear. His cousin being so well-received was a good omen. Aemon kept pace with Lord Commander Hardyng. The High Septon walked ahead of them, his attendants swinging gilded censors full of incense. It felt like hours had passed, but no one grew weary. Excitement was thick in the air. The cheers grew even louder when the procession neared the city square and the carriage stopped so all could proceed on foot. Viserys alighted from the carriage first, for he had to bear the Valyrian steel diadem that had once belonged to Rhaenys, first of her name. Daena followed, her sisters holding onto the edges of her train. Pages garbed in scarlet silks walked on either side of her, holding a canopy of crimson velvet over her head. The rest followed.

A dais and a wooden throne crafted especially for the occasion loomed ahead of them. Aemon helped Daena up the steps, then took his place beside her sisters and kept a watch on the crowds that had gathered to witness the spectacle. The High Septon offered prayers of blessings and gratitude to the Seven and the queen, then bid her to kneel before him. Daena bowed her head and gracefully dipped into the cushion before her. When the High Septon said the vows, she repeated them loudly and clearly enough for all to hear.

“I will do my utmost to aid my husband and our king in his duties to the realm,” she then declared. “I pray this day will lead to a new beginning, a new future, and one that will enrich this realm and all those who dwell in it.”

Then she closed her eyes, and consented to be blessed with the seven oils. She kept still while the diadem was affixed to her hair. After, she took the High Septon’s hand and rose to wave at the crowds that had waited all morning in the square.

Whatever her fears may be, she does not show them now. Aemon took his place beside Lord Commander Hardyng again, this time for their journey back to the Red Keep and a sumptuous coronation feast. He closed his eyes, his thoughts on y/n the entire time.

A new beginning had come upon them as well. And he was grateful for the opportunity to share it with her.

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Halloween 2023 Event Information

Halloween 2022 Masterlist

Halloween 2023 Masterlist

Only 283 of 364 request slots left for the Halloween event :)

1. "Every human needs a vampire."

David (TLB) x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: @shadowcatgirl09

- Notes: N/A

2. "I'm protecting you. Because that's what we do. We keep each other safe."

Bonnie Bennett x Male!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

3. "So this means you're a werewolf?"

Malia Tate x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

4. "Well, I’ll be a mortal. And I'm in love with you. And I don't care that you're a witch."

Prudence Night x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

5. "If you're coming for my friends, you're coming for me."

Scott McCall x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

6. "Magic finds balance. I'm not supposed to be here."

Allison Argent x Male!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

7. "Simply knowing you existed wasn't good enough for me. I needed to have you. To keep you for myself."

Nick Scratch x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

8. "Only you can make me feel complete. I'll whatever it takes to get you back."

Tyler Lockwood x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

9. "I am not having sex in a graveyard."

Kol Mikaelson x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

10. "Hello, Pumpkin. Want to roll around in the hay bales with me?"

Peter Hale x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

11. "You ate all my candy so now you need to give me something sweet to make up for it."

Jason Stackhouse x Reader

- Requested by:

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12. "You like me in this costume? Admit it."

Eric Northman x Reader

- Requested by: @schinug

- Notes: N/A

13. "You could just spend the night with me and see what happens."

Eric Northman x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

14. "Oh, no. I’m a single adult, and I kissed another single adult. What’s gonna happen?"

Peter Hale x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

15. “(Hermione Granger) doesn’t need a car, they have their broomstick.”

Hermione Granger x Male!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

16. "AHHHHH! The black cat I was holding turned into a person."

Kol Mikaelson x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: (reader being the cat? 👉🏼👈🏼)

17. "A crowbar... dynamite... cyanide. As if we'd run out."

Alfie Solomons x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

18. "Aren’t you tired of resisting? Just admit that you want me."

Alfie Solomons x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

19. "I am very naughty but in a very nice way

Alfie Solomons x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

20. "(Alfie Solomons)? Why is my name on this gravestone?"

Alfie Solomons x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

21. "Thanks for hiding away with me."

Bonnie Bennett x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

22. "A party in the cemetery on Halloween just seems like a bad idea all around really."

Bella Swan x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

23. “I went to that Halloween party everyone was going to. I was wearing this costume because I wanted to impress you. I went room to room looking for you. I saw you kissing Nancy. I knew you didn’t like me the way I liked you.”

Steve Harrington x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

24. "Please (Michael) please tell me you didn't get bit by that thing while you were trying to save me."

Michael Emerson x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

25. "Am I dead? Is that why I keep ending up here?"

Bonnie McCullough x Reader

- Requested by: @shadowcatgirl09

- Notes: N/A

26. "It's creepy that you're so excited about this."

Meredith Sulez x Male!Reader

- Requested by: @shadowcatgirl09

- Notes: N/A

27. "I care about very few people in this world. A small handful of vampires and you."

Elena Gilbert (books) x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: @shadowcatgirl09

- Notes: N/A

28. "I feel safe here. With you."

Tyler Lockwood x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: shy female reader

29. "They were in my room! I bet they went through my stuff and touched everything with their creepy serial killer hands."

Stu Macher x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

30. "He looks like a serial killer."

Billy Loomis x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

31. "If I’m the killer why didn’t I kill (Character) when we were alone together?"

Billy Loomis x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:

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32. "You’re not going to turn me in are you?"

Sirius Black x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

33. "(Y/N) got stabbed! They were trying to protect me. They can't be one of the bad guys."

Allison Argent x Male Calavera!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

34. "(Character) might have the power of foresight."

Bennett x Male Reader x Prudence Night

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

35. "Are you sure that's a real spell?"

Jacob Black x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: Fem witch reader

36. "Are you having trouble sleeping too?"

Bonnie Bennett x Male Claire!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

37. "Help me! Before I disappear!"

Sophie Deveraux x Male!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

38. "(Ambrose Spellman) has been turned into a (Cat). I don’t know how."

Ambrose Spellman x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

39. "Never. You have nothing to fear from me"

Captain hook x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

40. "I am very naughty but in a very nice way."

Dean Winchester x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

41. "Aww poor little vampire. Do you need someone to teach you how to feed?"

Theo Raeken x Fem!Reader x Rebekah Mikaelson

- Requested by: @nervousfandom

- Notes: N/A

42. "[Character] is dead. Unless you're hanging out with a ghost you must have lost your mind."

Regulus Black x Reader

- Requested by:

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43. "After this? You mean nothing to me."

Potc Commodore Norrington x fem!reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

44. "I'm not mad anymore."

Dorcas Night x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

45. "Somethings out of whack."

Madison Montgomery x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

46. "I bet you lost some sleep thinking about me."

Josie McCoy x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

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47. "I'm not mad anymore."

Rodolphus Lestrange x Reader

- Requested by: @achromaticerebus

- Notes: N/A

48. "(Character)? Why is my name on this gravestone?"

Death of the Endless x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

49. "Is there a spell that can make you stop crying"

Tom Riddle x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

50. "You're not going to kill me?"

The Handler (from The Umbrella Academy) x reader

- Requested by:

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51. "Do you really think a fast car and tight jeans are going to impress me?"

Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

52. "Hasn't anyone told you. Second hand smoke kills."

Peter Pettigrew x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

53. "Did I say something to upset you?"

CAOS Caliban x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

54. "It's not the size of your fangs, it's how you bite."

Severen Van Sickle x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

55. "You're a vampire, sweetheart. I don't think you'll ever be okay again."

Severen Van Sickle x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

56. "(Character) you are my friend and I could never bring your life to an end."

Severen Van Sickle x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

57. "After a century or two, I might get to like you. Too bad you won't live that long."

Severen Van Sickle x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

58. "Boo! I’m here to haunt you with Halloween fun!"

Dwayne (TLB) x a short female reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

59. "Tell me… tell me you want me."

Tyler Lockwood x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

60. "If I look like I’m green with envy it’s your fault."

Malia Tate x Male!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

61. "Trick or treat! You’re something sweet I want to eat."

Dwayne (TLB) x female witch reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

62. "I'm not going to let that happen."

Bella Swan x male vampire reader

- Requested by:

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63. Halloween moodboard: Daphne Blake

Daphne Blake x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

64. "Are you trying to turn me on? Don’t worry it’s giving me some ideas on what to do with you."

Reggie Mantle x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

65. "Hello, Pumpkin. Want to roll around in the hay bales with me?"

Midge Klump (Riverdale) x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

66. "I gift you with bruises and hickies and you hide them so no one can tell that I own you."

Sweet Pea (Riverdale) x reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

67. "If I knew it would be this easy to get you all over me, I would have taken you to a haunted house sooner."

Dwayne (Lost Boys) x reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

68. "If I give you a ride then you have to ride me as well. That's the rules of my car."

Billy Hargrove x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

69. “I'm the world's most dangerous predator. Everything about me invites you in. My voice, my face, even my smell. As if I would need any of that… as if you could outrun me… as if you could fight me off. I'm designed to kill.”

Eddie Munson x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: where he comes back from the upside down but... changed. Everything looks too perfect. Vamped ?

70. "You're a vampire, sweetheart. I don't think you'll ever be okay again."

Eddie Munson x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: where he accidentally turns her as a vampire. And mocks her for reasons

71. "a little witchcraft, I suspect"

Geralt x Reader

- Requested by: @gatefleet

- Notes: N/A

72. "(Amy) doesn't like dressing up for Halloween. No one tell her I tricked her into dressing up like that guy from the movie we saw"

Amy Santiago x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

73. "(Fiona) took dirty pictures for me. I keep one in the car for emergencies"

Fiona Gallagher x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

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74. "We're playing spin the bottle at a halloween party. What are we kids?"

Michelle Jones Watson x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

75. "If I give you a ride then you have to ride me as well. That's the rules of my car."

Howard Stark x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

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76. "If I pretend to be your date, will you fuck me?"

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

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77. "excuse me for being too forward but your lips make me wonder what the rest of you would taste like"

Daisy Johnson x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

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78. "(Peggy) looks like she'd be really mean and into kinky sex but actually they're really nice and only know one sex move"

Peggy Carter x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

79. "(Reader) looks too cute in her costume. I'm going to have to do something about it"

Daisy Johnson x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

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80. "I just saw (character) naked! I’m not going to be able to think about anything else for a while." with Character being the Reader?

Daisy Johnson x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

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81. “(Character)! Get up please get up! Don’t die!”

Carlisle Cullen x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

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CAOS

You broken me

Angst

Summary: PB and AS had keep you a secret from the world. You had enough and broke up with them. Now they wish they can turn back time

prudence blackwood x ex lover x ambrose spellman

PSA- didn’t proofread it was too sad

There were days at the academy where you felt alone. It’s been 6 months now that you have been dating the witch and warlock and they still didn’t want to make it public. They would always hands on each other and or kiss and you would sit right there acting as if you had nothing to do with it.

At first, when they told you that they wanted to keep quiet, you didn’t think much about it. But the the longer it went on, you just felt like their dirty little secret. It was not fair to you. They would be all over each other in front of you in FRONT of other people. But if someone was to come up to you asking you, you would end up with the slice treatment from Prudence and Ambrose would just look disappointed. It wasn’t far.

The two nights before the Lupercalia you were all in the Ambrose bed you in the middle. After getting done devils tango. You got up grabbed the first shift to put on and used the bathroom. Washing your hands and waking back out. The two were whispering to each other.

“What are you two talking about over there” You walked back in and sat at the end of the bed. They both have a look on their face, and you could make out the look.

Ambrose was the first to break the moment of silence. “Uh was we just talking about the Lupercalia” he started with. “So what about it?” You asked “Well I know we talked about all 3 of us doing it together” he kept talking about it but it made you feel uneasy. “And we were hoping you can sit this one out” Ambrose finished out. “What do you mean? A month ago you promised we would”

You can feel the tears slowly falling out. This isn’t the first time they broke a promise. Prudence had crowded into your side, putting her hand on your shoulder. “ I know we did but” “But what Prudence? You guys always do this to me” You kept your voice low and steady. Since being with them, you have practiced talking while crying. Somehow it would always be you doing the crying because of them.

“Babe if you can just listen to our reasoning, you will understand” Ambrose came closer to you two but that’s not what you want. You started to get up slowly and put on your clothes. “Hey, hey now. Where do you think you’re doing” Prudence didn’t look like it but the sound of her voice panicked. “I thought we were having a sleepover?”

“You two can, am going home” one hand on the door handle. You feel someone's hand on yours. “No, you’re not. You are going to stay here and -“ “No I am not. I want to go home and sleep” “You can sleep here with us!” Prudence was now starting to show the panic. “Why would I?” “Why would you not?” For the first time in a while, you can hear Ambrose in the back.

You couldn’t take it anymore, and you didn’t understand why you told it to go on for so long. You had enough, you were tired of it all. You just wanted to go home. “Am done for the night, so let me hand go, now” Yet again, your voice was low and steady. “Not until you listen to us. So sit down”

You didn’t look at them. You just said a little spell under your breath and her hand was off of yours. You fast-walked down the stairs and put your shoes on by the door. You could hear the two coming. But then you saw Sabrina out of the corner of your eye. “Hey, I didn’t know you would be here” “Don’t worry, you won’t see me here again. Goodnight Sabrina” They gave you a ring a while ago. You knew they used it to locate you. You slipped it off your hand and gave it to Sabrina. You didn’t want them trying to find you.

“Here, I want to give this to you.” You grabbed her hand and put it on her right hand. You saw her put it on. “Wow, you want me to have this. It looks meaning” Sabrina had been a very good friend to you since she got to the Academy, so you hoped she didn’t think much about it. She didn’t even know about the 3 of you. You saw Prudence and Ambrose on top of the stairs. You hugged Sabrina and said goodnight. You just wanted to get out of the house and away from them.

That night you went home, not the Academy. You lived in the next town over. Riverdale. You took a shower and went straight to sleep after. The morning your parents didn’t even know you went home. You knew you needed an excuse to “stay home and play sick” you just needed your space. And your mom did just that. She called Father Blackwood and told him you came down with a stomach bug.

You didn’t go to school for two days and you knew they were trying to contact you. Back at the school, they wanted to talk more and get you to understand them. But what was there to understand?

They found out that you gave Sabrina the right and wasn’t happy, mostly Prudence. But more upset that they couldn’t find you.

You wanted to end the “relationship”. And you were going to do just that. You had two days to yourself and then back to school. Not even being about to walk in your first class, someone grabbed your arm and pulled you into the empty room right across. You almost fell but Ambrose had got you before the floor did. He held you into him. You saw Prudence shut the door.

“Where the hell have you been, you went MIA on us.” Prudence was not having it. She went straight to the question. You could feel Ambrose's hands holding on you for dear life but you stepped out from it and fixing your outfit you had picked out. “We have been worried sick about you. And the little trick with the right, it wasn’t funny” You can feel her anger in every word

“You have nothing to say?” You looked down. “Am done” Your had thought everything through. You were going to break up with them at The Spellman home. And tell them you can all still be friends. But that all went out the window at the moment.

“What do you mean you done” Ambrose spoke out. “Am done, I can’t do this anymore. The hiding, the sneaking. Acting like am always the third wheel in front of everyone. Am done being y’all secret” You kept it all together. The days you were gone were spent crying your heart out. You had no more tears to give.

“You can’t surely mean that love, am sure we can talk about this” Ambrose spoke out but you weren’t having it. “But I do mean it. This, as isn’t working anymore. Am breaking up with you. This is me deciding for myself. And I know my worth, and this isn’t how I should be treated. You broke me!” But by the time you were done talking. They both had tears in their eyes

“Please say you don’t mean that? Please Tell me you're not going through with this!” Prudence y’allied out at you. You never in your years of knowing her seen her this mad. “Are you sure you wanna be yelling, don’t want people to know about me, right?” You wish it wasn’t this hard for them to let you go. It was clear, everything was clear for you now.

“We can give you some space and talk about this again, okay?” Ambrose stepped closer to you with every word. You could tell he was trying, trying to make you rethink everything. But you couldn’t, you were ready to go out and dance with whoever you wanted. Talk to whoever you want. Go on dates with someone(s) and hold has with that person(s) out in public without them feeling like they had to hide you. You wanted to be loved, not just in the dark.

“Respect my decision, mine.” They knew you weren’t gonna back down. You were never the type too. “We will respect your decision,” Ambrose said at last “You can’t be letting her do this!” “I am and we will. She just told us she isn’t happy. We need to let her be happy Pru”

There was nothing for you to say. You walked to Ambrose, gave him, and kissed him. You could feel him pulling you in more, knowing this would be the last time. When the moment was over you walked up to her, the woman you thought you were gonna be with till the day you die. She didn’t wait for you to say anything. She walked into your arms and kissed you. The kiss had so much love and passion. You didn’t want to let go but at the end of the day. This is for you.

No one said a word when you opened the door and walked out.

#poc #black reader #caos imagines #ambrose spellman x reader #prudence blackwood image #ambrose spellman #prudence x female reader

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bookgeekgrrl · 7 months

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My media this week (25 Feb - 2 Mar 2024)

nancy is the superstar of this show. she's in it for 5 seconds, drops the best line, steals the scene

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

🥰 What I Used To Be (thepinupchemist) - 117K, stucky, omegaverse trauma recovery fic - a relatively light tone, mostly escapist fic focusing on the recovery, not dwelling overly much on trauma details, kidfic but I really dug it

😍 The Adventures of Amina al-Sirafi (Amina al-Sirafi #1) (Shannon Chakraborty, author; Lameece Issaq & Amin El Gamal, narrator) - just gonna KJ Charle's review bc she's better with words than I'll ever be: "Good god, this was incredible fun. Absolutely cracking. A sort of take on Sinbad but with more historical accuracy (apart from the demons, marids, etc), with a middle-aged retired lady pirate getting the crew back together to take on a Frankish coloniser/sorceror/baddie. It's just fabulous exuberant fun." I cannot wait for more!

😊 The Werewolf Companion (MargaretKire) - traumatized derek hale, intriguing larger worldbuilding, hot, wet, messy sex that really leaned into the 'definitely not human' aspect of werewolf fucking without going full xeno. super enjoyable

🥰 My Man Jeeves (Jeeves #1) (PG Wodehouse) - our intro to Bertie & Jeeves 💖 [via Serial Reader app]

💖💖 +50K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

A Fine Cure from Fennel Seed (Lucius Parhelion (Parhelion)) - original work, 10K - absolutely delightful amuse-bouche of an original fic; short, hot, slapsticky hilarious, set in the '30s

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

Matt Berry and Peter Capaldi read a FIERY letter exchange

Hot Ones - Quinta Brunson

D20: Adventuring Party - s3, e1-5

D20: The Unsleeping City: Chapter II - "The Mystery of the Haunted Subway" (s7, e3)

D20: The Unsleeping City: Chapter II - "We Need to Talk About Cody" (s7, e4)

D20: The Unsleeping City: Chapter II - "Trouble at the Tunnel" (s7, e5)

D20: The Unsleeping City: Chapter II - "Collaborators" (s7, e6)

D20: The Unsleeping City: Chapter II - "Parade of Peril" (s7, e7)

Ghosts (US) - s3, e3

Um, Actually - s9, e1

D20: Fantasy High: Junior Year - "Fracas at the Frostyfaire Folk Festival" (s21, e8)

D20: Adventuring Party - "I See Your Butt Plug and I Raise You a Fist" (s16, e8)

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

Up First - The Sunday Story: The Diaspora's Troubled African Dream

How To! - How To Let Go of a Friendship

⭐ Switched on Pop - Beyoncé's Country

The Sporkful - Gary Gulman’s Ice Cream Joke Was A Cry For Help

Overinvested - West Side Story (2021)

Consider This from NPR - How The Underground Railroad Got Its Name

⭐ It's Been a Minute - Da'Vine Joy Randolph on 'The Holdovers' and becoming a matriarch

⭐ 99% Invisible #438 - The Real Book

⭐ Vibe Check - Be Forreal!

Pop Culture Happy Hour - Wendy Williams

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Jerry’s Hat Museum

Short Wave - Is It Possible To Feed To World Sustainably?

Decoder Ring - The Gen X Soda That Was Just "OK"

Off Menu - Ep 228: Ray Winstone

⭐ Twenty Thousand Hertz+ - All About That Bass

I Said No Gifts! - Oscar Montoya Disobeys Bridger

Throughline - The Right to An Attorney

The Assignment - Polyamory Is Having a Moment

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Black History in Plain Sight with Places Editors Jonathan and Michelle

Short Wave - Could Dune Really Exist? What Scientists Think of Our Favorite Sci-Fi Worlds

What Next: TBD - The Supreme Court Takes on Content Moderation

Dear Prudence - Am I a Bad Father If I Don't Want to Acknowledge My Kid Publicly? Help!

Welcome to Night Vale #243 - Lost and Found

You're Dead to Me - The Inca Empire

Today, Explained - It’s Shotime!

It's Been a Minute - Three ways to think about journalism layoffs; plus, Aaron Bushnell's self-immolation

Consider This from NPR - Are We Alone In The Universe?

99% Invisible - Roman Mars Describes Santa Fe As It Is

Under the Influence - Seeing is Believing: The Power of Demonstration Commercials - Part 2

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

CREDITS: Carole King

Chromeo Radio • Party

Pop Radio • 1990s

"Easy" [Commodores] radio

Steely Dan Mix • Focus

'90s Dance

Billy Joel Radio • 1980s

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pr0wlerpunk · 4 years

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𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡♡︎

𝑅𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑂𝑝𝑒𝑛♡︎

(You may send in requests but idk when they’ll be finished)

Prompt List

Updated: 1/8/23

Only doing x reader at the moment

Will do: Smut, Angst, Fluff, Poly, etc.

Won’t do: Rape, SA etc.

Nothing that involves bodily fluids/harm,(scat, piss etc)

Unless it’s specified as a kink (ex. Somnophilia, Blood play, Masochism, Dumification etc.

(Dm me privately if you have a request with one of these and I’ll see if I’m comfortable with it or not!)

Jus bc they don’t have their individual masterslists (ex. Mortal kombat masterlist) doesn’t mean their requests aren’t open, you may request anything you see on this list!

Bands

Metallica🎸

Queen

Games

GTA5

The last of us(games)

Until dawn🕕

The Quarry🛶

Mortal Kombat🗡

Apex legends🔫

Detroit Become Human🤖

Movies

Spider-Man into the spider verse/across the spider verse🕷️🕸️

Rio🍃(1/2)

Avatar🌿🌊(1/2)

The princess and the frog ✨

Jurassic World🦖

The Voyeurs🔭

All the bright places👩🏼‍❤️‍👨🏽

Justice league🔱

Suicide Squad 1-2🐀

Marvel🦸‍♀️

Black panther🐈‍⬛

Harry Potter franchise🪄

IT🤡

Let it Shine🌟

Celebrities

Jordan Fisher🐟

Daveed Diggs💋

Justice Smith🍀

Rami Malek👑

Tyler James Williams🧟‍♂️

Jason Momoa🔱

Tenoch Huerta🐍

WWE

Smackdown🔵

Raw🔴

Plays

Hamilton🎭

Hamilton cast🎭

Shows

Chicago fire

My babysitters a vampire🩸

Black lighting

The last of us(tv)

Criminal minds🫡

Ink Master🖋

The Umbrella Academy☂️

The Challenge🪢

The Sparrow Academy🐦

TWD🧟‍♂️

The thundersmans⚡️

Caos🧌

(the reader can be human, MorningStar(Related to Lucifer not Sabrina), demon, witch, vampire, and Hobgoblin or any other mythical creature you might want)

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starrywatermelon · 4 years

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Fandoms I write about/people I write about

The Mandalorian

Din Djarin

The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Caliban

Sabrina Spellman/ morningstar

Nicholas Scratch

Prudence Blackwood

Ambrose spellman

The Umbrella Academy

Diego Hargreeves

Allison Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Five Hargreeves

Black Mirror: Bandersnatch

Colin Ritman

Stefan Butler

The Outsiders

Ponyboy Curtis

Sodapop Curtis

Darrel Curtis

Dallas Winston

Johnny Cade

Keith Mathews/ “Two-Bit”

Sherri Valance

Steve Randle

I am not okay with this

Sydney Novak

Stanley Barber

Dina *insert last name*

Stranger things

Robin Buckley

Steve Harrington

Nancy Wheeler

Billy Hargrove

Jonathan Byers

Miraculous Ladybug

Adrien Agreste/ Chat Noir

Marinette Dupain Cheng/ Ladybug

Luka Couffaine/ Viperion

Harry Potter

Golden trio era

Harry James Potter

Hermione Granger

Ron Weasley

Ginny Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Luna Lovegood

Cedric Diggory

Oliver Wood

Draco Malfoy

Pansy Parkinson

Fleur Delacour

Marauders era

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

James Potter

Lily Evans

I will NOT write

* Yandere

* Any type of non-con

* Smut

*Ships (character x character)

I will write

* Headcanons

* Prompts if you send them <3

* Small imagines based on songs

* Au (ex. Old timey au)

My work will usually be gender neutral. Requests are almost always open, unless I specifically state they are closed 💜

You can find more characters here

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sweetiecutie · 2 years

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Pairing: Loki Odinson x fem! Reader

Warnings: NSFW, size kink (I mean, this man is literally 6’4🙄), tummy bulge, bit of overstim, cumplay if you squint

A/n: sorry for being inactive bubs, my sister got in a bad fight w/ her boyfriend and he left the country and took all their shared money savings with him, refusing to pick up his phone, and it was pretty fun to watch. Hope you enjoy this writing💖

Loki was stressed and tired. Tired of always having to maintain the image of calmness and prudence suitable for a member of a royal family. Of his father always underestimating him, instead preferring the older of his two sons. Of said older son aka his brother Thor, overly confident in himself and his abilities which always leaded to him getting into big troubles, at the same time throwing tantrums at every smallest inconvenience

All he needed was some stress relief and you happened to be more than willing to help him out. That’s how you ended up huddled on his huge bed, body rocking with every brutal thrust of his hips, dick plunged deeply inside of your quivering heat, writhing orgasm after orgasm from your shuddering body

You’re laying on your back with Loki settled comfortably in between your opened wide legs, strong hands firmly pinning you down to the mattress, keeping you in one place. Your skin is shiny with sweat, you can feel Loki’s cum drying on your thighs and chest, bringing a slight shriveling feeling but you couldn’t care less. You run your fingers up his sides lovingly, caressing his soft skin with light touches. Your hands come up to man’s shoulders, resting there, digits play with his silky black hair

- Keep your hands up, - Loki rasps breathily in between deep thrusts, forcing his huge cock inside your squelching pussy, slipping out until only the tip is left inside and then slamming his whole length back in. His grip on your hips is firm, long pale fingers dig into the plushy skin, surely leaving dark marks in their wake

- But I wanna touch you, - you whine weakly, lips jutting out into a little pout as you look pleadingly at your lover

Ferocious rutting of Loki’s hips comes to a halt; tall man crouches over, his face is hovering right above yours intimidatingly, noses almost touching as his dark obsidian eyes glare into yours coldly, his long silky hair frames his thin features, stray locks fall down onto your cheeks and neck, tickling sensitive skin there

- I said keep your hands up, - Loki says quietly, putting heavy emphasis on each word. His voice is low and husky, sternness of his tone almost makes you shrink as long-haired man keeps staring down at you admonishingly, daring you to defy his order

You swallow heavily, doing as you’re being told, putting your hands off your lover’s broad shoulders, obediently resting them on a mattress right above your head. Loki hums in approval, resuming the jutting of his hips, plunging his dick in and out of the snug sheath of your cunny. Delicious drag of his throbbing shaft against your velvety walls makes your back arch up in pleasure, eyes flutter closed at the strong sensation

- Good girl, - black-haired murmurs sweetly, thin lips curl into a mischievous smirk and the quick change of his demeanor makes you mind go fizzy, the bottom of your stomach tingles slightly at the praise

He hooks his hands under your bent knees, yanking you towards himself what causes his dick to nudge deeper into your sopping cunt; thick cockhead hits your cervix just right, stretching you out to your limit. You let out a wail of pleasure, eyes rolling back into your skull

- Fuck, doll, just look at that. You’re so small, barely fit me in. I can see my cock moving inside that pretty pussy of yours, - Loki murmurs softly, airy chuckle leaves his throat. His right hand lets go of your hip, resting on your belly instead, slim fingers trail abstruse patterns on the silky skin, causing goosebumps to break out

You rise your head a little, peering down at where your bodies connect and you finally understand what he is talking about. On your lower stomach, right beneath your navel, there is a distinguishable swelling forming every time Loki ferociously slams his cock in your drooling pussy, his fingers tracing the outline of his dick in your tummy. He notices your intense gaze and buries himself inside you to the hilt, stilling his thrusts and staying motionlessly, allowing you to have a better look at what is going on

You mewl thickly when Loki presses his thumb especially hard against the bulge, your head falls back onto the plushy mattresses and man resumes his movements, slanting his hips into yours deliciously, balls hitting your ass with loud smacking sounds that rock the air of the chambers along with your breathy moans and cries of pleasure

You feel your orgasm quickly approaching as Loki’s dick drags along every sweet spot inside of your pulsing walls; the hand that was previously massaging your tummy slides a bit lower, deft fingers rub and toy with your swollen clit, making you thrash in heavy pleasure underneath himself. You grip on the sheets above your head, still not daring to move your hands from their position, thighs wrap around man’s lean torso, seeking some kind of support

Your stomach tightens as you get nearer and nearer to your release and finally, the dam within you breaks, flooding your whole being with a mind-blowing pleasure. It feels like pure electricity surges through your body and your tired muscles shudder violently, making Loki guffaw in excitement, planting light smack to your left thigh

The sight of you falling apart on his dick along with the hectic clutching of your walls pushes Loki closer to the edge; he keeps pummeling your squelching hole, chasing his own release, overstimulating your sensitive body with wide meaty thrusts, making you tremble underneath his bulky form. He pulls out, finishing himself in a few final strokes, releasing his perky cum all over your pubic and quivering pussy with a low groan

Loki swipes the head of his cock over your puffy glistening folds, smearing and smudging his cum all over them, making you jolt harshly at the contact with the overly sensitive nub of your clit, mean chuckle tumbles through his chest at your pathetic cry, your thighs tremble uncontrollably on each side of his body

He leans down, connecting his lips with yours in a lazy wet kiss, tongue slipping in your mouth easily, tangling with yours in a messy dance. You finally decide to move your hands from their position, resting them on top of Loki’s nape, drawing him in even closer to which he happily complies, almost laying on top of you

He breaks your kiss, a shiny string of your shared saliva connecting your lips. Your body sores from multiple rounds of sex and Loki runs his warm hands down your sides, resting them on the concavity of your waist, fingers softly rub your skin there. Black-haired peers into your eyes lovingly, mischievous smile tugs the corners of his lips upwards and he rasps breathily agains your lips, his words bring blush to your face:

- C’mon sweets, one more time. I know you can give it to me🤍

Likes, reblogs and comments are highly appreciated, they inspire me on creating even more content for you💖

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Your Punishment to Bear (Lucifer x Reader NSFW Oneshot)

Your Punishment to Bear (Lucifer x fem!Reader)

Lucifer thinks that you've grown too comfortable here; it's time to remind you of your place.

**HEED THE TAGS**

Tags: Angry Lucifer (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Mean Lucifer (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Demon Form Lucifer (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Rape/Non-con Elements, Extremely Dubious Consent, Exhibitionism, Non-consensual Exhibitionism, Bondage, Non-Consensual Bondage, Impact Play, Spanking, Non-Consensual Spanking, Punishment, Sex Toys, Anal Play, Spit Kink, Spit As Lube, Forced Orgasm, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Dacryphilia, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Dirty Talk, Degradation, Unsafe Sex, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, No Spoilers

Read here or on AO3.

You know you’re in trouble—like really, really in trouble—as soon as you see him.

The moment he snarls your name, voice low and seething and deadly, you realize you’ve made a mistake. The moment you see violet smoke coiling around spiraled horns and jet-black wings, you realize you need to run away, to hide and pray he doesn’t find you. The moment you’re pinned back against the bookcase in his office, the moment you feel the shelf digging into your spine, you realize it’s too late.

“Lucifer-” you gasp, wincing as he fists his hand in your hair and forces you to look at him, to stare fearfully into ruby red eyes that are blazing. “I-I can-”

“Quiet,” he snaps, and you flinch. “I’m not interested in hearing your excuses right now. I’ve had enough of your antics these last few days.”

He spins you around and tears off the ribbon tucked underneath the collar of your uniform. “Clearly,” he hisses in your ear. “You’ve forgotten your place.”

He twists your arms behind your back, using the ribbon to secure your wrists together. “Shall I remind you?”

“L-Lucifer,” you whimper. “Wait, I-I’m sorry.”

“I said be quiet,” he slides a piece of silky fabric over your eyes—you think it’s his tie—and cinches it tight, plunging you into darkness. And then he’s lifting you up, throwing you over his shoulder with no regard for your spluttered protests, your struggle to wriggle free of his grip, and you start to realize you really, really fucked up this time.

It had started out innocently enough. Well, as innocently as anything involving the Avatar of Sloth and the Avatar of Wrath could start.

Belphegor: Our objective is to harass Lucifer.

Satan: Yes. He always looks so calm and composed, as if he’s above everyone and everything, but we’re going to twist that expression of his into a look of shock, panic, and fear.

Belphegor: When we carry out a job, we’ll do it skillfully and with prudence, so he doesn’t know it was us.

It was only small things, at first; little inconveniences that steadily grew larger and larger, more and more embarrassing, as the fifth and seventh brother became increasingly frustrated by the lack of response. Somehow, you’d been roped into it, convinced to sneak into Lucifer’s office because you were one who was most likely to get away with it, if caught.

Little did the any of you realize that Lucifer’s composure was cracking and finding you skulking around his office, doing his brother’s bidding, was the last straw.

You have no idea where you are now, carried through too many slamming doors and sprawling hallways to really tell.

“Stop squirming,” he spits, swatting your ass with a gloved palm.

“Luci, please,” you whine. “Let me down. You’re-”

He spanks you again. Harder this time. So hard you jolt in his arms and cry out. “Quiet.”

He drops you down onto a high-backed chair, grabbing your face with one hand.

“Open,” he commands, squeezing your cheeks together until pain demands your mouth pop open and he forces a gag between your lips, one that fits between your teeth and pushes your tongue flat.

You beg him to stop, muffled by the gag, and arch your back, try to sit up, to wrench your arms free, to force your way out of the chair as he secures the gag in place.

“Quit whining,” he says, prying your knees apart to tie them, spread wide, to the arms of the chair. He ignores your whimpers, your distorted pleas, and rucks your skirt up around your waist, dragging the tip of his gloved finger lazily down the crease between your underwear and your thigh before hooking it underneath your panties and pulling them to the side.

Panic and humiliation squirm in your stomach; you cry out, but it sounds so lewd with your mouth full like this. You hear him spit, feel it hit your bare sex, hot and wet, feel it slide down around your clit, down towards your entrance, and something between a shriek and a moan escapes your mouth.

He laughs, condescending and mean. “Of course, you'd like this,” he says, and then you feel something cold prodding your hole, swirling around in the heady mix of Lucifer’s spit and your growing arousal. “Filthy little human whore.”

You moan then, when he presses it into you, when you feel your walls clench, then give way, when whatever it is settles against that spongey spot inside you and starts vibrating. Your head falls back against the back of the chair, and your back arches while pleasure burns down your nerves.

He spits again, lets it dribble down past the first toy to your puckered hole, pressing a finger against it. You jolt—clench and try to squirm away, only for your eyes to roll back as that presses the vibrator tighter against your walls.

“Relax,” he murmurs, grabbing your hips with one hand to still you while he pushes in deeper, works you open slowly with one, then two fingers.

Your cheeks burn, flushed scarlet from the addicting swirl of embarrassment and arousal coursing through your veins, breath uneven and gasping, still so noisy, even with the gag. He admonishes you for that, teases you for all the broken moans that leak past your gag, the drool that pools at the sides of your mouth, that oozes down your chin.

He removes his fingers and starts to push something else in.

“Relax,” he says again, pushing past the thickest part of it, where it sinks in suddenly, tearing a groan from your throat as it settles into place.

“Now, you’ll stay like this until I’ve decided you’ve learned your lesson,” he says, sounding wicked. “Be a good girl for me, won’t you?”

He stands, his touch retreating from your skin, and panic overtakes you. You struggle, buck and writhe, begging unintelligibly, shaking your head back and forth.

He hushes you, from somewhere behind you. “I’m not going far.”

Just as you start to calm down, as you start to relax into the pleasure, you hear a door open. Feel horror flood through your system as the idle chit-chat of the other six brothers grinds to a screeching halt.

“Lucifer, what the fuck—” that’s Mammon.

A playful ‘Oooh,’ which can only be Asmo, at the same time someone else, Levi, you think, clears his throat, choking on his own spit.

“Should we, uh, come back later?” that’s Beel.

The vibrator inside you hums louder, has your back arching, has you moaning as burning shocks of pleasure shoot straight to your core. You’re sick to your stomach, embarrassed beyond anything you’ve ever felt, legs spread so wide, stuffed so full, and absolutely fucking dripping.

“Nonsense,” Lucifer smirks—you don’t need to see him to know he’s smirking, to know that Satan and Belphie are seething. “It’s nearly time for our meeting anyways.”

The vibrations increase again, buzzing harder, faster, and the pleasure coils tighter and tighter. You shake your head frantically, mumbling and moaning and drooling past the gag. You don’t want this. Don’t wanna fucking cum in front of all seven of them.

“Oh,” Diavolo’s voice cuts through the panic. “Well, this is quite an unexpected sight.”

And then you’re fall over the edge of the fucking cliff, peaking fast and hard. You writhe in the chair, try to close your legs and hide the way your walls clench and spasm, the way your hips jerk helplessly, the way your cum soaks your panties—but you can’t move—can’t do anything other than sit there and take it.

“Shall we begin?” Lucifer asks.

Your head falls back, but the vibration doesn’t stop.

You struggle to keep quiet, to stifle the ragged moans and gasps that spill from your, struggle to stay present. You don’t know what they’re talking about, don’t know how long you’ve been here, can’t focus on anything other than the feeling of being wound too tightly, too quickly, too many times.

“Fuck, Mammon—” Belphie spits. “Put your fucking dick away, you scumbag.”

“Whaaat?” he whines. “Listen to her. I can’t fuckin’ help it!”

You lose track of time, lose track of everything other than the pleasure searing through you over and over and over—devolving into a babbling, begging, whimpering mess. The voices fade away, and your mind grows hazy, then blank, drool soaking the front of your shirt.

Then you feel hands on your skin, bare fingers dragging along your thighs, and you jolt. Shake your head back and forth and flinch away, nerves singing with twinned pleasure and pain.

Lucifer hums, pulling your ruined panties to the side to tug on the vibrator buried in your cunt, and twists it, thrusts it in and out before removing it completely. Laughs at the strangled whine you let out.

“What a fucking mess,” he teases. “Do you think you can cum one more time for me?”

You shake your head frantically, whimper when you feel something else prod at your entrance, something thick and hot and hard, and then it’s sliding inside you, sinking deep inside you with one fluid thrust. You hear Lucifer grunt, flinch when his hands grab onto your hips, when his fingernails dig into your skin.

He fucks into you, drags you up and down the length of his cock.

You don’t bother protesting. Can’t find it in your empty little head to do anything other than clamp down on his dick and roll your hips against his, whining, drowning in the stretch and the burn, crying as tears soak through the blindfold.

“Is it too much for you?” he mocks. “Is it too big?”

You nod weakly, head lolling backwards.

“Too fucking bad,” he hisses, thrusting into you harder, faster, thumb toying with your swollen clit. “Next time you think it’s funny to fuck around with me, I’ll fuck you in front of the entire goddamn school.” he grunts, forcing you closer and closer to the edge, and you can do nothing but wail, throat scratchy and raw, thighs clenching, eyes rolling back. “Have you begging for my cock in front of everyone.”

‘S too much, ‘s too much, ‘s too fucking much—

“Gonna bounce you up and down on my cock,” he pants, hips snapping against your own, stuttering and erratic. “Fuck—gonna make you cum over and over, make sure they all know who you fucking belong to—”

You cum again then—and he does too, pumping you so fucking full, watching with satisfaction as it leaks out of you and onto the chair.

He removes the gag from your mouth, massages the sides of your jaw, and kisses you, soft and slow, licking into your mouth when you open for him.

He hums in the back of his throat, breaking the kiss just to whisper against your skin.

“Have you learned your lesson yet?"

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dreamlandcreations · 2 years

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Billy the Cat drabbles

cursed warlock!Billy Russo x witch!Reader

After you killed that evil… witch you took her poor, abused familiar. The prettiest black cat you’ve ever seen. He helps you with your magic and makes you laugh when you feel down.

Billy definitely wants to let you know he is not just a pet. Eventually. Until the right time comes he wants to enjoy every minute he can spend with his beautiful witch. And the cuddles, he loves the cuddles.

note: for the moodboards I used Prudence from the Chilling Adventures of Sabrina but in the drabbles there is no reader description so read however you like

• Billy Russo masterlist • Main Masterlist • Moodboards masterlist•

• Skittish kitty • Bon appetite • Bath time • You are safe •

• Mornings • Magic • Nap time • Naughty kitty •

• Friends • Foes • Doctor • Cursed •

• Mine • More • Trust • Fight •

• original moodboard • • moodboards masterlist • • moodboard challenge masterlist •

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bonniebird · 1 year

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Halloween 2023 Event Information

Halloween 2019 Masterlist

Halloween 2020 Masterlist

Halloween 2021 Masterlist

1. "Every human needs a vampire."

David (TLB) x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: @shadowcatgirl09

- Notes: N/A

2. "I'm protecting you. Because that's what we do. We keep each other safe."

Bonnie Bennett x Male!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

3. "So this means you're a werewolf?"

Malia Tate x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

4. "Well, I’ll be a mortal. And I'm in love with you. And I don't care that you're a witch."

Prudence Night x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

5. "If you're coming for my friends, you're coming for me."

Scott McCall x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

6. "Magic finds balance. I'm not supposed to be here."

Allison Argent x Male!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

7. "Simply knowing you existed wasn't good enough for me. I needed to have you. To keep you for myself."

Nick Scratch x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

8. "Only you can make me feel complete. I'll whatever it takes to get you back."

Tyler Lockwood x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

9. "I am not having sex in a graveyard."

Kol Mikaelson x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

10. "Hello, Pumpkin. Want to roll around in the hay bales with me?"

Peter Hale x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

11. "You ate all my candy so now you need to give me something sweet to make up for it."

Jason Stackhouse x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

12. "You like me in this costume? Admit it."

Eric Northman x Reader

- Requested by: @schinug

- Notes: N/A

13. "You could just spend the night with me and see what happens."

Eric Northman x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

14. "Oh, no. I’m a single adult, and I kissed another single adult. What’s gonna happen?"

Peter Hale x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

15. “(Hermione Granger) doesn’t need a car, they have their broomstick.”

Hermione Granger x Male!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

16. "AHHHHH! The black cat I was holding turned into a person."

Kol Mikaelson x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: (reader being the cat? 👉🏼👈🏼)

17. "A crowbar... dynamite... cyanide. As if we'd run out."

Alfie Solomons x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

18. "Aren’t you tired of resisting? Just admit that you want me."

Alfie Solomons x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

19. "I am very naughty but in a very nice way

Alfie Solomons x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

20. "(Alfie Solomons)? Why is my name on this gravestone?"

Alfie Solomons x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

21. "Thanks for hiding away with me."

Bonnie Bennett x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

22. "A party in the cemetery on Halloween just seems like a bad idea all around really."

Bella Swan x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

Steve Harrington x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

24. "Please (Michael) please tell me you didn't get bit by that thing while you were trying to save me."

Michael Emerson x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

25. "Am I dead? Is that why I keep ending up here?"

Bonnie McCullough x Reader

- Requested by: @shadowcatgirl09

- Notes: N/A

26. "It's creepy that you're so excited about this."

Meredith Sulez x Male!Reader

- Requested by: @shadowcatgirl09

- Notes: N/A

27. "I care about very few people in this world. A small handful of vampires and you."

Elena Gilbert (books) x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: @shadowcatgirl09

- Notes: N/A

28. "I feel safe here. With you."

Tyler Lockwood x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: shy female reader

29. "They were in my room! I bet they went through my stuff and touched everything with their creepy serial killer hands."

Stu Macher x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

30. "He looks like a serial killer."

Billy Loomis x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

31. "If I’m the killer why didn’t I kill (Character) when we were alone together?"

Billy Loomis x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

32. "You’re not going to turn me in are you?"

Sirius Black x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

33. "(Y/N) got stabbed! They were trying to protect me. They can't be one of the bad guys."

Allison Argent x Male Calavera!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

34. "(Character) might have the power of foresight."

Bennett x Male Reader x Prudence Night

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

35. "Are you sure that's a real spell?"

Jacob Black x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: Fem witch reader

36. "Are you having trouble sleeping too?"

Bonnie Bennett x Male Claire!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

37. "Help me! Before I disappear!"

Sophie Deveraux x Male!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

38. "(Ambrose Spellman) has been turned into a (Cat). I don’t know how."

Ambrose Spellman x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

39. "Never. You have nothing to fear from me"

Captain hook x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

40. "I am very naughty but in a very nice way."

Dean Winchester x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

41. "Aww poor little vampire. Do you need someone to teach you how to feed?"

Theo Raeken x Fem!Reader x Rebekah Mikaelson

- Requested by: @nervousfandom

- Notes: N/A

42. "[Character] is dead. Unless you're hanging out with a ghost you must have lost your mind."

Regulus Black x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

43. "After this? You mean nothing to me."

Potc Commodore Norrington x fem!reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

44. "I'm not mad anymore."

Dorcas Night x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

45. "Somethings out of whack."

Madison Montgomery x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

46. "I bet you lost some sleep thinking about me."

Josie McCoy x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

47. "I'm not mad anymore."

Rodolphus Lestrange x Reader

- Requested by: @achromaticerebus

- Notes: N/A

48. "(Character)? Why is my name on this gravestone?"

Death of the Endless x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

49. "Is there a spell that can make you stop crying"

Tom Riddle x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

50. "You're not going to kill me?"

The Handler (from The Umbrella Academy) x reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

51. "Do you really think a fast car and tight jeans are going to impress me?"

Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

52. "Hasn't anyone told you. Second hand smoke kills."

Peter Pettigrew x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

53. "Did I say something to upset you?"

CAOS Caliban x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

54. "It's not the size of your fangs, it's how you bite."

Severen Van Sickle x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

55. "You're a vampire, sweetheart. I don't think you'll ever be okay again."

Severen Van Sickle x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

56. "(Character) you are my friend and I could never bring your life to an end."

Severen Van Sickle x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

57. "After a century or two, I might get to like you. Too bad you won't live that long."

Severen Van Sickle x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

58. "Boo! I’m here to haunt you with Halloween fun!"

Dwayne (TLB) x a short female reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

59. "Tell me… tell me you want me."

Tyler Lockwood x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

60. "If I look like I’m green with envy it’s your fault."

Malia Tate x Male!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

61. "Trick or treat! You’re something sweet I want to eat."

Dwayne (TLB) x female witch reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

62. "I'm not going to let that happen."

Bella Swan x male vampire reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

63. Halloween moodboard: Daphne Blake

Daphne Blake x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

64. "Are you trying to turn me on? Don’t worry it’s giving me some ideas on what to do with you."

Reggie Mantle x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

65. "Hello, Pumpkin. Want to roll around in the hay bales with me?"

Midge Klump (Riverdale) x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

66. "I gift you with bruises and hickies and you hide them so no one can tell that I own you."

Sweet Pea (Riverdale) x reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

67. "If I knew it would be this easy to get you all over me, I would have taken you to a haunted house sooner."

Dwayne (Lost Boys) x reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

68. "If I give you a ride then you have to ride me as well. That's the rules of my car."

Billy Hargrove x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

Eddie Munson x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: where he comes back from the upside down but... changed. Everything looks too perfect. Vamped ?

70. "You're a vampire, sweetheart. I don't think you'll ever be okay again."

Eddie Munson x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: where he accidentally turns her as a vampire. And mocks her for reasons

71. "a little witchcraft, I suspect"

Geralt x Reader

- Requested by: @gatefleet

- Notes: N/A

72. "(Amy) doesn't like dressing up for Halloween. No one tell her I tricked her into dressing up like that guy from the movie we saw"

Amy Santiago x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

73. "(Fiona) took dirty pictures for me. I keep one in the car for emergencies"

Fiona Gallagher x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

74. "We're playing spin the bottle at a halloween party. What are we kids?"

Michelle Jones Watson x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

75. "If I give you a ride then you have to ride me as well. That's the rules of my car."

Howard Stark x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

76. "If I pretend to be your date, will you fuck me?"

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

77. "excuse me for being too forward but your lips make me wonder what the rest of you would taste like"

Daisy Johnson x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

78. "(Peggy) looks like she'd be really mean and into kinky sex but actually they're really nice and only know one sex move"

Peggy Carter x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

79. "(Reader) looks too cute in her costume. I'm going to have to do something about it"

Daisy Johnson x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

80. "I just saw (character) naked! I’m not going to be able to think about anything else for a while." with Character being the Reader?

Daisy Johnson x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

81. “(Character)! Get up please get up! Don’t die!”

Carlisle Cullen x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

#halloween2023 #halloweenmasterlist #halloweenmasterlist2023

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 years

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Hue and Cry IX

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), mild violence, male-iinduced anxiety

This is dark!medieval!Bucky Barnes x reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: The first day of the tournament arrives.

Note: My pupper had surgery yesterday and it was my longer day of work for the week so lots going on. Also had some bad Chinese but managed to get this out before it came back up. Feel better now and I'll have a shorter day today.

Thanks to everyone and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

Lord Barnes’ mood did not improve in the days leading up to the first of the tournament. It grew colder in the capital and many feared the events would be cut short by an early winter. You didn’t care much either way. You had no interest in the sport or much of anything. You just abided the duke and in those times he left you alone, you laid in a void.

His want of you didn’t wane nor did your despair or the disgust you felt when he touched you. It was one thing to be a servant, to be a tool, a means to an end, but what he used you for now seemed little more than torture. He delighted in what he did, in how he made you suffer. Those times you remained unmoving and unfeeling angered him the most.

You dressed in yellow that morning. The horns announced the beginning of the tournament as you made your way to the stand amid the sea of guests. The wives, daughters, sons, mothers and fathers of those who would compete. You were out of place as you climbed the wooden steps between the benches and a green sleeve shot up to wave to you.

“Dearie!” May brushed past her husband to stop you at the end of their seat, “here, with us,” she insisted, “we did save you a place.”

“Oh, you didn’t have to do that,” you said quietly. You hadn’t seen her or her family since the night of the feast. Since Barnes had…

“I can’t have you sitting alone,” she trilled as she pulled you along with her and sat beside Lord Benjamin who bowed his head and issued a gentle greeting. “And I always longed for a daughter, you know? Peter’s a good boy but so troublesome. I did try to persuade him not to enter the lists but he just never stops.”

“The boy’s old enough,” Benjamin said, “when I was his age--”

“You married me,” May cut in, “a foolish decision indeed. He is on the roster for today. Sparring. I fear he might not make it past the early rounds but so long as he is not hurt.”

You nodded and covered your hands in your sleeves. Even with the fur-trimmed cloak Barnes allotted you, it was crisp. Your matching cap barely kept the cool air from your cheeks. Your leg shook from more than the cold as you recalled that Barnes was set to compete with the sword as well.

“A fine cape,” May commented as she touched the edge of your cloak, “with sleeves even.”

You looked down at the fawn-coloured garment that only allowed a peek of the canary yellow beneath. You fidgeted and kept your eyes on the field, “a gift,” you lied, well, maybe it wasn’t a lie, or maybe you’d bought it in sweat and tears.

Another horn blew and she quieted and clapped as all looked to the center of the arena. The wooden stands were hung in all shades of silk, the banners of each house, high and low, covered the rafters. By the end of the day, only one would remain. Lord Barnes’ blue and ivory flapped opposite your side and Benjamin pointed out his family's slender red and black crest amidst the panoply.

You were thankful for the distraction, not for you but for them. You didn’t know how many lies you could conjure or if you could keep the false smile on your lips. You clamped your hands together and watched a man in gold stroll out to the centre of the stadium with a cone to project his voice. You stood with May and Benjamin and the rest of the onlookers

“Fine ladies and gentlemen, princes, paupers, and everything in between, we welcome you in name of King Samuel to the Games of Goblets. For each competition, the victor is to be prized a goblet to bear as a symbol of his prestige. For the ax-throwing, bronze inlaid with amber, for the bow-and-arrow, silver set with citrine, for the melee, gold set with sapphire, and for the joust, a fine piece in gold set with opal and ruby.”

The crowd applauded and shouted. The man waited for them to quiet again, “This day, we begin with the melee, on the morrow, the axe, the next day, the arrow, and on the final day, we ride!”

Again, the audience grew rowdy and you were deafened by the cheers. The man laughed at the excitement and held up his hand for a final lull.

“Without further delay, let us begin. In our first round, the lower lords and the untested, before the second where they shall meet our season veterans, and so on…” he gauged the fervent tension of the people, “you will see me again upon the finale and perhaps you will be surprised by whoever stands with me.”

Again, the stand quaked with the energy of the people. You would have liked to sit but you stayed on your feet, afraid to draw unwanted attention. The first pair was announced but you didn’t watch. You stared at the sky or a rippling banner but had no interest in the games.

You only stopped to look as Peter’s name was called out and May grabbed your arm. She squealed as her nephew came out decked in his used armor, beaten out from its former user’s wear, and he unsheathed his sword to face his opponent. When the handkerchief was dropped, you were as stunned as his fellow competitor and the crowd by his swiftness. You’d never seen anyone move so fast, and in at least twenty pounds of armor.

The crowd awoke from their awe and cheered as his sword beat against the other man’s suit with tinks and tunks. It was like a bell, ding, ding, ding. It wasn’t until the other man was on his knees that the spar was ceased. Peter was declared the plain winner and sent on to wait for his next engagement. May wiped away tears of joy and Benjamin grumbled his approval.

You smiled, just a little. You were happy for Peter. You’d seen how joyful he was, he was likely dancing behind the curtain right now.

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It wasn’t until the second round that Lord Barnes was introduced. He walked out fully armoured like any other combatant but his left arm was permanently bent, a shield strapped to it as he gripped his pommel in his right hand. He showed his steel and faced his match. He dealt hard and heavy blows until his opponent was on his back.

You shuddered at his unboasting victory as he wasn’t even patient enough to hear himself declared the winner. You touched your cold cheeks and puffed into the bitter air. The bodies around you warmed the stands but you were chilled to the core.

Peter appeared again in the second, then the third, fourth, and to his aunt and uncle’s delight, he soldiered onto the final. To your fear, he was to meet Lord Barnes. You tried not to squirm, not to show how nervous you were for Peter. You thought of running down and begging him to withdraw but what could you say? If anything, you’d both be worse for it.

As the last two banners were presented to the crowd, you sensed movement to your right. A familiar head of blond hair approached and the tall duke pushed past the row of people along the bench. Lord Rogers smirked as he came close, his sweaty hair drooping down his forehead from his last bout, the one he’d lost to his closest friend.

“Ah, I found you,” he said, “lady.”

You felt May peek past you and you gave a meek “my lord” as he stood close. He looked around you at the older couple.

“You have friends,” he stated, “please, do introduce us.”

You looked down and chewed your lip. You turned slowly to May and Benjamin, the latter peering past her only as he was torn from his fixation on the field.

“Lord Benjamin and Lady May Parker, baron and baroness,” you rubbed your hands together nervously, “Lord Steven Rogers, duke of Astrens.”

“Oh, we’ve heard of him,” May chirped, “my lord, it is an honour.”

“Indeed,” Benjamin agreed, “my lady, you did not inform of us of your lofty friends.”

“She is modest,” Rogers intoned, “we met by chance, really, through a common acquaintance.”

“You were skillful on the field, it is a pity you were bested,” May said.

“Very pitiful, I did put some gold on you, Lord Rogers,” Benjamin added, “alas it was a fine showing.”

“Wasn’t it?” he turned to stand with his arm pressed to yours, much too close for your liking, “however this one should be intriguing.”

“It’s our boy,” Benjamin said, “and your friend, my lord.”

“Perhaps you’d take another bet?” Rogers countered.

“I’ve lost enough this day,” Benjamin snorted, “I’d rather watch and be pleasantly surprised than paupered.”

“Prudence is wise but always so boring,” Rogers mused.

As the lower of the lords, Parker was announced first and you were saved from more uncomfortable banter by the man in grey. Rogers nudged you and bent as the introductions went long as the man with cone went into detail about the day’s fights all the way to the present match.

“I did look fine out there, didn’t I?” he whispered, “good form, even if I did lose. Barnes is in a mood and we both know that makes him… unpredictable.”

You lowered your head, “my lord.”

“You are quiet since last we met,” he remarked, “perhaps your thoughts linger on how else to use your mouth?”

You squirmed and stared at the competitors as they awaited their signal. Rogers laughed and stood straight as he focused on the field in kind. He played with your sleeve and tugged your arm down. He caressed the back of your hand and stepped even closer.

“When he wins, he might just be cheerful enough to share in his celebrations, hmm?” he said under his breath.

The gold cloth was dropped and the two men circled each other, eyeing their opponent cautiously. Barnes was the first to act but was evaded by the younger man. He didn’t not falter however as he swung again. Peter rolled under the strike and met it with his own steel, batting it away so that it nearly struck its holder.

Barnes dodged that time, then the boy spun again. They danced around each other, both swift, both calculating, both determined. Steel met steel but never that which clothed the fighters. May grabbed your other wrist as she held her breath.

Barnes laid a hit across Peter’s chestplate that made him stagger but he turned it into another lithe evasion. He snaked around the higher lord and hammered his false arm. The shield cracked in half and Peter ducked again.

Barnes was angry as he stabbed out. His blade was shoved away again and Peter jumped over the foot that tried to trip him up, a true achievement in armor.

You realised as Barnes laid a flurry of blows at the air that he was angry. The crowd silenced as the realisation fell over them and they watched as time seemed to slow. The duke was losing and he was enraged.

Peter jabbed the other man’s chest plated with his sword then hit his true arm. The sword bobbled in Barnes’ grip but he regained his hold on it. Too slow as Parker struck over and over, throwing him off balance, and sweeping him off his feet with a low lunge.

As Barnes clattered onto his back, the breath went out of him and every other person in the stadium. The man in grey shook away his shock and finally stepped forward.

“Our victor!” he grabbed Peter’s arm and raised it, “the Lord Parker!”

May hopped up and down and hugged her husband. Steve tutted and shook his head. Your eyes clung to Barnes as he sat up, forgotten in the dirt. His left arm was stuck at an angle away from his body and he reached up to force it back down.

Peter offered him his hand and was ignored. Barnes sheathed his sword and offered a curt bow before he exited. Rogers’ hand crawled up your arm and he gripped you. “Well, looks like we both will suffer his loss.”

For once, he spoke the truth.

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