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thecameronchronicles · 1 year

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Worth

TW: body image issues. Smut. Language. Severe angst. Happy ending!

SUMMARY: JJ realized why you broke up with him and sets out to prove your reasons as being invalid.

WORD COUNT: 2300

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Worth

He couldn't bring himself to understand why. Hours spent staring at his ceiling or life passing by just on the other side of a pane of glass didn't clarify it. To make matters worse, he would hear the echo of your voice as you parted from Sarah after dropping her off at The Chateau. Your eyes rising to the room he usually occupied before he caught the look of apparent indifference. As if the last six months meant nothing. As if you only ever thought of him as an outlet to your daddy issues. As if you validated why Kooks and Pogues should remain distant. But as he looked to Sarah wrapped blissfully in John B's arms, Kiara catching glances from Pope, the burn of how you'd broken up with him and constantly returned just out of reach. Just as the sweetest memories held as well.

The very same memories that could be as sensual as they could have been dominating. Fingers wrapped as you laid against his chest during the storm a week before it happened would be the same pairing that was thrust into the sheets an hour later. Your body often acting as a haven for his most wild of wiles you managed to take with a touch that corrected his raw carnality. But now he was left vulnerable for reasons he couldn't understand.

But a party at The Chateau would offer the chance to learn why. Nursing a countless glass bottle to his lips, he narrowed his eyes at you from across the scene. You'd debated even showing up as you knew the tension it would cause. But as he'd draped himself around every girl he could, you thought he had moved on. After all, why would JJ Maybank be stuck on someone like you when he had girls like Kie at his disposal. Effortless beauties with insecurities that paled against your own.

THIS having been the unspoken reason you left him standing in the center of The Chateau in telling him it wouldn't work. Trying to spare him. Trying to protect him.

"I'm gonna go..." You told Sarah as she pulled herself up from John B's knee.

"What?! No! You can't!"

Your eyes flashed to JJ, ignorant to how uncomfortable you had become in watching him flirt with everything with a pulse. Tourons. Pogues. The handful of Kooks that remained friends with Sarah after her breakup with Topper. It was relentless pain on your already bleeding heart.

"God, JJ is an idiot." You shrugged off her comment before returning inside The Chateau for your coat, having left it inside as you'd even helped set up for the night's festivities. You focused on the collection of jackets set in a pile on John B's bed, many of which were the same style. And yet yours had been easily identifiable as it was practically a second skin. You weren't even able to set both arms in the designated slots before hearing the floor creak behind you.

And you knew, it was him. He had a way of being present that the scent of the sea and the heat of his skin was equally palpable. It was what made him so intimidating to you-what also made you miss him so deeply. Or at least what had begun the reminiscent reasons as to why.

"Gonna leave without saying goodbye?" He asked, clearly affected by alcohol, but not enough to actually deter his speech or focus. Just enough to offer him the carelessness of confronting you.

"I shouldn't have come-"

"But you did...For Sarah, right?" He asked, unable to look at you as you felt as if this somehow validated your reasons. Not in his words however, but the way he seemed to look past you.

"I just want to go..."

"Just tell me you came here for her...that there wasn't some part of you that wanted to see me-" His ringed fingers collected at your arms had kept you inhibited from an escape, a touch that held such power to tempt you to remain.

"Just tell me one small lart-"

"It doesn't matter, JJ!" You finally snapped against him. The usual quiet and well mannered persona pushed to such a reaction.

"How can you say it doesn't matter when you single handedly made me believe in something I didn't realize could even exist?!" He took a step closer, shaking you to validate he held your attention.

"Maybe it didn't mean the same thing to you, but it meant everything to me-" You pulled yourself away.

"It meant everything to me too..." His expression softened before narrowing again as he recalled your words.

"Then why did you say everything you did? Do you really believe we're a lost cause? Because I keep catching you watch me and you don't exactly keep your distance."

"You're right..." Hope illuminated behind his expression, "I'll stay away." That hope obliterated. Falling to ashes at his feet as you finalized the jacket around your arms before ultimately leading towards the door. One sole over the threshold before he brought you back against him.

"I don't buy it. You came here because some part of you wanted to see me-"

"Tell me I'm wrong and I'll leave...I'll go forget you in someone else and-"

"That's why..." You explained as he sighed in confusion. Tears in your eyes once they finally met with his.

"You will find someone else. Be with someone who looks better and-"

"WHAT?!"

"I saw you tonight, JJ...with every single girl BUT Sarah. And I'd wage anything that if she wasn't with John B, she wouldn't have been excluded-"

"I just wanted to get a reaction out of you, I couldn't care less about any of them..."

"Until another one you mean..." His eyes sharpened to the point they were almost completely closed.

"What are you-"

"Anyone else, JJ! Anyone else who can stand next to Kie or Sarah and not feel twice their size! That can go visit you at work or be with you on the beach without having to be told they pity you or commend you for your charitable act of being with me-"

"Who the fuck said that-"

"It doesn't matter..."

"It does to me." He elaborated with a clenched jaw.

"They're right, JJ." Something rushed across his mind. An epiphany. But not one that brought him peace with closure. Instead, it bore something else. Something you'd never necessarily witnessed before.

"No they aren't-"

"Yes they are, they-" He surprised you with the sudden kiss made against your lips. The lips you'd dreamed of, missed, cried over. The same ones you had craved the second you kissed him for what you believed to have been the last time. And even now, in the attempt to prove a point, he had done so sweetly. Such kindness behind a kiss capable of such power. Yet, he refrained. At least until his hands rested at your ribs and you were taken against the edge of the bed.

"JJ-"

"Sorry princess, but you're letting stupid people affect your head..."

"What are you doing?" You asked as he hovered over you, beginning at your lips once again.

"I'm going to kiss every part of you that you're insecure about. So tell me..." He began to pry apart your ensemble. Clothing and layers you'd chosen to feel more confident, he pulled in the hopes of making you vulnerable. But as you tried, he could feel your tension.

"Focus on me. You know I'd never lie to you...And I am so obsessed with every...beautiful inch of you..." He began at your lips.

"Every inch .." His lips pressed softly at your lips and jaw as you became dissolved beneath him. Pliable and motivated by his ambitions for you, he was able to make you forget everything without much more than a touch. A breath in your ear, a look from across the room and those hurtful words from those who knew so little of the love you had for each other had mended.

"A little self love,sweetheart..." He kissed your stomach as you shuddered beneath him, unaware how he managed to make you so bare so quickly. A momentary hesitation to allow him further having been contradicted by the rise of his shirt from over his head.

"If only you could see yourself like I do...You'd never question anything again..." He moved back up to you, from the bone of your hip to your neck until he could pin your arms over your head.

"But I want you to look me in my eyes and tell me you didn't break up with me because you thought I wouldn't want you..." He pushed his body fully into yours, enough to feel his cock protesting against your former assumption.

"Because my girl-" Your face animated to the title. Of all the things you'd missed, his possessiveness of such saccharine commitment has been the most.

"Yes. My girl...is smarter than lying to me. So tell me why you said it wouldn't work. We both know it isn't because you don't want this..." He looked at the alce between you, "Pretty goddamn obvious I've missed you, princess." You blushed.

"Because you deserve better." He paused for a second, retracting from you completely before standing between your legs at the edge of the bed. His fingers slow at his buckle.

"Why would I need to look for anything better when I have the best?"

"JJ..." You moved to your elbows as he moved closer to the edge of the bed, keeping you flat.

"But you took something away from me. That leave I have when I'm with you...Because I don't love you because of your curves...your ass...your smile..." He bit his bottom lip as a smirk made his dimples quite prominent.

"Even though they are definitely not missed..." He hovered over you again.

"I love how you make me feel when I'm with you. How you love me...how you made me want to be the best for you...and if I have to remind you..." Your panties were only pulled to the side before his cock threatened your lower lips."

"How we feel together...." You gasped.

"Just in case you forgot." Your back arched immediately as his body curves to apprehend this extension. Hands to each breast as each nipple and mound was throughout appreciated with a soft tongue but threat of his teeth, you moaned his name.

"What if someone hears us?"

"I'm counting on it, sweetheart." He pulled himself over you as he set a few steady thrusts within you to keep you from distracting yourself.

"JJ..."

"I only wanna hear sounds with vowels, princess. You know I don't know too many of those other words Pope and you played on that game you both like-"

"Scrabble?" You teased as he kissed your lips until you were breathless. A prideful grin leaving you compliant.

"Starting now, sweetheart...I'll even make it easy..." He dropped his thumb to your clit, small circles making you utter a single "ah" before arching to the pressure given by his shaft making slow inserts.

"Perfect. Keep going, princess. Apparently I have to make my point and I don't care if it takes all goddamn night." His fingers fisted the sheets beneath you rather rapidly and tightly as his body rode against yours in desperation and necessity. All while you responded accordingly. Every rush of his hips made to your own would drive you deeper into the bed as your body moved and molded to him.

"Fuck..." He tensed over you, beginning to shake after your body began to wear beneath him. Aching thighs as he edged you both to prolong the moment, not a second or inch of your skin left without a confirmation of his love for your figure.

"I'm not coming until you see what I see..."

"I want you to come-"

"Then tell me you know...you know you're beautiful." But the words seemed wrong. Sour. As if they held two different meanings from what he wanted and what you could offer.

"We'll work on it...Then just tell me you're mine. Because I'll spend every second of every day reminding you if I have to." You nodded. This was an easy one.

"I'm yours."

"Again-" He hit hard into the end beside you.

"I'm yours, JJ!" You belted as that familiar pull and twist of heat from your lower stomach saturated his final thrusts as he found that release within you. His lips at a rest to your shoulder before he retracted and analyzed you.

"I expect you to dump my ass for being an idiot. But never because of thinking you aren't enough...trying to beat me to the punch or whatever. You are supposed to be the smart one between us, princess..." He teased before taking his shirt from the floor.

"Come on, there's a s'more with your name on it...Worked up an appetite, I'm sure..." You bit your bottom lip as your body still needed more.

"Or you could just bring back the stuff in here…"

"Why would I-" He beamed. "Oh..." He removed himself from the rook quickly before returning with the items.

"Where do we start?" You questioned as he pulled the marshmallows from the bag and to your lips.

"Anywhere I want..." He closed the door behind him, moving back to you again. Only this time without the angst of the tension formerly between you. A reconstructed connection now stronger than ever. Every inch of your body truly adored by him. Any cross word against you rivaled by his sweetness. Because he proved his love and devotion for you.

And in the times he couldn't, he just held you with such love that it silenced those hollow thoughts. His touch existing as a quiet reminder of what you'd always have.

The love of JJ Maybank.

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lokisprettygirl · 8 months

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Brokenhearted (Daemon Targaryen x Female Reader) (Non Canon Modern AU) (18+)

Read Chapter 11 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 12

Summary: Words spoken in anger are always cruel but often untrue.

Trigger Warning: 18+, Smut, Angst, violent thoughts, stalking, Discussion of mensuration and Pregnancy, bloodshed, flashbacks of abusive relationship, toxic masculinity, sexual abuse, Samantha, traumatic distressing content, Daemon is a big time smoker so if it’s something triggering don’t read it, alcohol drinking, mention of past trauma and therapy, cigarette smoking, possessive behaviour, violence, baby needs therapy, baby is trying

You couldn't make sense of it, you didn't understand why he was smiling like that. The pictures appeared to have been taken in the morning, so why hadn't he called you and told you about Samantha? After thinking about it for a few minutes, you decided to talk to him and see if he'd tell you about what had happened.

When you called Daemon, he picked up right away, sounding exhausted but well "Hey babe"

You composed yourself as you heard his voice. He didn't sound stressed or terrified, normally he seemed a bit vulnerable whenever he'd come across her.

"Hi…what are you doing I just got back from work" you rubbed your forehead with your fingers, you didn't want to accuse him of anything, pictures can be deceiving you understood that well but why wasn't he telling you about her? Why was he hiding this?

"I was out with Viserys for an event darling, I'm back at the hotel now, going out for dinner with the team" he said

"Ohhh okay ummm..how was your day?" he chuckled as you asked him a generic question.

"Alright love, how was yours?" He raised his brows as he asked,

"Goodd..well.. actually ..ummm when were you going to tell me about Samantha? That you bumped into her this morning?" You finally asked him, unable to hold your anxiety for any longer and there was a complete silence on his side for a moment before he finally spoke, you could tell just by the tone of his voice that he was upset.

"How..how do you know that?" He asked, you could also picture the typical scowl on his face.

"Why does it matter?" Shouldn't have said that.

"It matters to me..are you spying on me or something?" Your mouth opened in shock as he said that.

"Daemon –"

"Don't try and patronize me now.. I do not appreciate you keeping an eye on my every move.. I have had enough of that alright?"

Your eyes welled up as his pitch got higher.

"I am not keeping an eye on you ..I just asked you a question..I'm not lying am i?" you tried to defend yourself but you could sense he was already deep in his head now to reason with you. A conversation like this wasn't meant for a phone call, especially not with him.

"A question regarding something you shouldn't have known unless you were spying on me like that bitch used to..who told you huh? Did you talk to my brother?" He said all that in one breath, making you scoff in response.

"Daemon you're being unreasonable" he snickered at your response. This was going as bad as you had assumed but it was about to get worse.

"Yeah I'm being unreasonable..it's always me isn't it?"

The tears started to stream down your face as you hung up the phone once he had raised his voice. You knew that even if you called him back and tried to talk, the conversation would devolve into another argument, one of you needed to stay calm for this but you didn't have the energy for that right now. Instead, you turned off your phone, hoping to give yourself some time to process what had happened and to calm down before reaching out again.

As your phone turned off, Daemon threw his own in anger, shattering it against the wall. He cursed under his breath, feeling a storm of emotions coursing through him. Why did he have such a short temper? Why did he immediately jump to conclusions like that? You didn't deserve to be treated like that, especially not by him but then you jumped to conclusions as well.

As he joined Viserys and the rest of his team, he glared at him as well, his anger spilling over. His frustration was palpable,

"I need a new phone" he said to his older brother and received an exasperated sigh in response. Viserys called Daemon's assistant and asked him to buy a new phone for him asap.

"Why did you tell y/n that I met Samantha this morning?" Daemon crossed his arms as if he was stating a fact instead of an accusation.

"What are you talking about? The last time I saw her and had a conversation was when she was with you"

Daemon gulped at the response, if Viserys didn't tell you about the incident then who did?

"Besides you should have told her yourself" Viserys said to him, making Daemon realise that he had fucked up again, as soon as he got back to his room late at night, he took out the sim card from his broken phone and inserted it in the new one.

His legs were shaking constantly so he took out a cigarette and lit it up as he waited for you to pick up the call, he didn't want you to miss the flight two days later just because you were upset with him. He really wanted to see you and have you by his side.

"Heyy" you mumbled as you picked up the call and his words died in his throat, for a moment he didn't know what to say or how to fix this.

"Ummm how did you know darling? I just want to know..I'm sorry i snapped at you..you didn't deserve that but I just…I don't want to be trailed" his fingers brushed through his hair in frustration.

"You really think I'd do that to you? Do you really think so low of me Daemon?" He was speechless for a moment, he had allowed his past to ruin it again and he had hurt you with his words. All over again.

"No you won't, I'm sorry I made that assumption" you breathed in heavily as he said that.

"So are you going to tell me what happened this morning because I'm making a few assumptions myself, I don't want to think of you like that" you asked him in a straightforward manner and then he was silent again. His anger turned on and off like a switch.

"What do you mean?"

You put the phone down as he said that, clicked the pictures of the pictures you had received and sent it to him and you only sent the ones where he was smiling at her, another mistake, because it clearly came across as accusatory.

"I received them in the mail this evening..that's how I knew..maybe she sent them to me..infact I'm sure she did it..I'm not the one trailing you here daemon " his eyes teared up as you said that, he should have told you especially when he knew what Samantha was capable of doing, of course it was a trap, she never did anything that wasn't meant for hurting him. He should have known better, he was going to apologize but then you said something that made him snap again.

"Do you still have feelings for her Daemon..maybe there's a part of you that-" he cut you before you could finish your sentence. Both of you were just not in sync in this situation.

"Shut up y/n..how dare you say that to me now after everything i have told you about her?"

"I'm just confused and you are not helping "

"You know what I don't want to talk about this right now" he stood up, the urge to throw this phone was strong but he controlled himself.

"You don't want to talk about this?"

"I don't..I'm not going to justify anything, if you believe that I'm still obsessed with the woman that destroyed me than be it"

"Daemon.."

"Noo y/n ..just no..I shouldn't have called" he hung up after that. Didn't even listen to you, maybe you should have allowed him to speak before telling him that you thought he was still obsessed with his ex.

"Gods"

After minutes passed, you felt a heavy weight settle in your chest. You realized just how much your words must have hurt him. You had asked him if he was still besotted with his abuser, a question that must have felt like a slap in the face. But you had been so wrapped up in your own feelings that you hadn't stopped to consider his.

You suddenly felt terrible for asking him such a thing. Daemon had bared his soul to you countless times, and you had always been there to support him. He had trusted you with the most vulnerable parts of himself, and you had thrown it back in his face now. You couldn't help but think that you had betrayed the sanctity of that trust. You were supposed to be his angel.

You waited for his call but he didn't call again, you waited a whole day before you decided to call him yourself, you hated how anxious you felt about this, you didn't want a stupid misunderstanding to ruin your relationship with him but you had no idea what you were supposed to do if he wasn't even going to talk to you .

He did pick up your call but he was very standoffish, he told you that he was out and very busy, he asked you if you were okay and safe before he finally hung up.

For the next two days you both just texted ..you had to take the flight he had booked for the next day but you weren't even sure if he still wanted you there or not so the night before you called him again,

"Heyyy" you mumbled softly as he didn't say anything once he had picked up.

"Did you pack?" He asked you and your eyes teared up,

"Do you still want me to come?"

"Ofcourse I do, do you not to come?" His heartbeat sped as you questioned him.

"I do…I just.." your voice choked on your tears, you couldn't get the words out because you felt overwhelmed.

"Just come tomorrow, we will talk okay?" he said in a soft calm voice so you hummed in response.

He didn't say much after that and you spent the night twisting and turning on your bed only to take an early flight to Vegas.

What if he takes a step back again? What if he doesn't want to be with you anymore?

With all the troubling thoughts you reached his hotel and made your way to his room. As you knocked, he opened the door and stepped aside for you, wearing nothing but a robe. You were just looking around and didn't even have time to react before he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug. You felt yourself being pulled closer as he began to lay soft kisses on the side of your neck. You hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to react. You wanted to reciprocate the gesture, but you were still reeling from your earlier exchange.

He finally put his head up to look at you, your eyes were moist and so were his so he cupped your cheeks and rubbed his thumb over your skin in a gentle manner.

"I was on my run when I met her, I wanted to turn around and leave but I felt as if I wasn't able to move at all. You were right, she does affect me still..but not in the ways you fear–" Daemon spoke slowly, as if trying to pick his words carefully. You could sense the conflict within him, the struggle to tell you what happened without causing you further pain.

"I didn't mean that Dae ..I'm -"

"Shhhh let me speak" he pressed his thumb on your lips before you could apologize.

"Everytime I see her I see everything she has done to me. She then walked closer to me and embraced me tightly. I didn't stop her either and then she cried, she cried so much, she wailed as she told me that she missed me..that her life felt pointless without me. As she said that, I thought of my time with her, and I remembered that I used to feel the same way when I was with her, my life felt meaningless with her. When she pulled away I looked at her, finally i really looked at her and for once I felt above her. I saw how shallow and vacuous she was, without any depth or soul of her own and then i remembered how happy I was in that moment because I thought of you, us, our life together.. and that thought made me smile..that's all it was darling, you were the reason why I smiled. You made me smile even when you were not there with me"

As he finished speaking you couldn't hold back your emotions any longer. Tears dripped down your cheeks but his thumbs wiped them away, he leaned down to kiss you lovingly before he pulled away.

"You have been ignoring me for two days" The words were small and weak, barely above a whisper. Your voice cracked as you spoke to him.

"I have been trying to avoid the confrontation, to protect you from my anger, i didn't want to talk to you about all of this on the phone" he said to you but he knew his actions or lack of emotions had once again hurt you deeply.

"That hurt me..that feeling that you won't talk to me when you're upset.. that hurt me alot dae.. I have.. i have insecurities too..I get hurt too"

Tears rolled down his cheeks and he immediately got down on his knees to wrap his arms around your waist.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry.. I don't deserve you darling..I never did but please forgive me..one more time please?"

This is exactly how he used to beg her for forgiveness, the difference was that he pleaded with her so she wouldn't cause him any further pain. With you however, he was pleading not because he wanted to avoid punishment but because he didn't want to hurt you more.

You got down to his level and your arms wrapped around his neck as you hugged him tightly, you were still upset with him but you really needed to hold him, not just to comfort him but to be comforted by him as well.

"Don't ever do this to me again..if you're upset then fight with me ..but you can't ignore me like that ..you just can't," broken whispers filled his ear so he pulled away and placed his forehead down on yours.

"I don't enjoy raising my voice at you or saying words that prick at the edges of your heart"

"I know you don't..I don't either..but i have realized that I'd rather fight with you and make up then have you pretend as if I don't mean anything to you and that you can go for days without hearing my voice" you cried again and he couldn't stop his tears either.

"I can't ..I can't go days without hearing from you..i was only trying to protect you but I see now how foolish that was" he said softly as he kissed your forehead.

"I'm not a little girl Daemon, I can take your anger but I can't take your silence"

"Okay okay I'm sorry I will never do that again i promise..i promise" he whispered in your ear as he immediately picked you up and laid you down on the bed, his mouth latched to yours in utmost desperation..he wasn't perfect and he didn't think he'd ever be perfect enough for you but he has been trying and knowing that you were willing to stay by his side even after he had fucked up plenty of times was enough to make him want to change for better.

You deserved the man he used to be before she destroyed him, you didn't deserve the broken shell she had left behind.

"I don't see you as a little girl in dire need of my protection but I'm going to protect you anyway love..I'd never do anything to betray you" he said as he placed soft kisses all over your face.

"I didn't mean to accuse you of anything baby"

"I know…shhh I know it's okay..pretty angel it's okay" he cooed in your ears "Missed you love, I don't want you to leave" you tilted your head as you caressed his scalp with your fingers.

"I have to though..I'm sorry..i have missed you too baby"

"Mmmm Nooo stay..after the fight tomorrow..don't leave, stay with me..we will leave together after the finals"

"Daemon–"

"I'll find a job for you..If you want to work at the diner then I'll convince your boss ..heck I'll buy that fucking diner for you..I'll do whatever it takes..just stay with me please" he whispered between the small kisses so you cupped his cheeks and kissed him as lovingly as you could. His words brought a smile to your face.

"Okay..you don't have to buy the diner.. I'll stay" the smile on his face widened as you said that. There's nothing more he wanted in that moment than to have you stay with him.

"Besides i have to make it up to you"

"You do..I told you I'd make you grovel" you said sheepishly.

"Mmm make me grovel sweet girl I deserve that"

You smiled as he said that and cupped his cheeks to kiss him. You finally felt at peace, your heart no longer pounding in anxiousness and worry of the future of your relationship with him.

He had to attend a meet and greet event for the UFC so he left you by yourself in the hotel. You were in the balcony just enjoying the view when you noticed a woman down there near the pool who seemed oddly familiar to you.

You huffed and immediately went downstairs to confront her, she had sent that envelope to cause problems between you and Daemon and well you hated to admit it to yourself that it had worked in a way.

"You know i have never seen someone so shameless as you, it's like you have no integrity" you crossed your arms as you faced her, she had a binocular in her hands and you really wanted to grab it and bash her head with it.

"Did you get the pictures sweetie?" She asked you, a nasty smile curved her lips..

"Yeah and whatever you were trying to achieve didn't work ..you know he has moved on right? After what you had done to him you should have been rotting in a jail or worse be dead" the smile on her face faded as you said that. You despised her and you weren't afraid to tell her that.

"I had him first and he will always belong to me, I'd never leave him and if he can't be mine then I promise you ..I'll ruin him forever" she smiled again once she finished his words before she walked past you to leave, Daemon was right, it was as if she had no soul. Her empty threats didn't bother you though.

You just had to find a way to get rid of her once and for all.

As you made your way back to the room he was already there,

"Where were you sweetheart?" He asked as he approached you, you looked around the room and it was filled with several bouquets consisting of your favorite flowers.

"A stroll, you left me alone here" you didn't want to talk about Samantha especially after that emotionally heavy conversation you both had today because of her.

"That's rude of me to leave such a pretty lady all alone and cold in the bed isn't it??" He picked you up and you squealed as he threw you down on the bed.

"You can't… fight tomorrow " you reminded him so he groaned and squeezed his eyes.

"Is this how you're going to make me grovel?"

"Maybeee"

"Evil"

He kissed you sweetly before he laid next to you,

"Thanks for the flowers, I love them" he smiled as you said that.

"I have something else too"

"Let me guess..Another piece of jewelry?" He frowned in a playful manner at the comment.

"Am I so predictable in my gestures?"

"Yeah but I like that"

"Well I might just surprise you then…close your eyes"

"Fineee" you chuckled as you closed your eyes, he grabbed your arm and made you sit up, you heard his footsteps reaching for the closet and then he was back,

"Okay..open" you opened your eyes as he placed a sizable box on your lap. Looking at him sheepishly you unwrapped the gift. You gasped as you saw that it was a set of chef knives but they weren't some run of the mill knives you used in your kitchen, the handles were made from Ziricote woods and they were very expensive, again something you never would have bought for yourself.

"Daemon…" you smiled as you pulled one of them out and admired the handiwork and finishing.

"You like it?"

"It's beautiful" you felt awestruck in a way, you loved your job and to know that he wanted to give you something you'd use and cherish had warmed his heart. It was one of the most thoughtful presents you could have ever received.

"She is," he mumbled, his eyes never leaving your features as he adored how happy you looked by a set of knives. He wanted to spoil you with diamonds but they never brought such a smile on your face.

"Thank you really" you kissed him as tenderly as could. You knew he didn't like knives, you had noticed his discomfort whenever he was in the kitchen with you, they reminded him of times when she used to harm him with it all night long so him gifting this to you because you loved a good sharp knife was a big deal for you.

And Maybe you could use the knife to stab Samantha as well, win for all.

At night he took you out for dinner and you met Viserys, when Daemon was distracted he told you that there was something he wanted to discuss with you but you weren't supposed to involve Daemon in the matter, you had no idea how to feel about that, you didn't want to keep secrets from him but you had a feeling that whatever Viserys wanted to tell you was important and had to do something with Daemon. And Viserys would never say or do anything that would hurt his little brother.

Daemon was loved by one man the most and that was his older brother, Viserys had practically raised him like a father because their father had passed away when he was just seven.

"I know I'm not supposed to fuck you..but can you tease me a little? Get me all riled up?" He mumbled between the heated kisses so you sat him down on the couch.

"Mmmhm you know i enjoy teasing you baby..why do you want it though?" you asked as you unbuttoned his shirt and rolled it down his shoulders, fingers caressed the raised scars on his skin gently.

"Just so I'm burning for you all night and when I finally take you tomorrow after the fight ..the release would feel sublime"

Your hand trailed down from his chest to his abs and you finally cupped his bulge before you caressed him slowly over the fabric.

"Like that?"

"Mmmmm.. Yeahhh..torture me babe i deserve that" he mumbled softly, his voice was meak and low, you kept your eyes on his features as you didn't want to trigger him with a bad memory

"I don't want to torture you baby..you're my baby" you whispered before you kissed the soft supple bottom of his earlobe and a smile graced his lips.

"I know..It's okay..i desire it..you don't hurt me, you could never" his arms wrapped around your waist and breathing got heavier, placing his head down on the couch he took broken breaths in as your hand continued to stroke him slowly, the pleasure beginning to build in his core.

"That's good? You okay sweetheart?" You asked him softly and he moaned, his tongue slipped out to lick his own lips that were beginning to dry because he couldn't keep his mouth closed, your free arm wrapped around his neck and you pulled him closer to kiss him, lips to lips and then tongue to tongue.

"You are loved and cherished, you know that right?" You murmured against his mouth and he groaned before he placed his head down on your chest ..

"I'm cherished..by you?" He asked as if he couldn't even comprehend how adored he was.

"By me, by your brother, your mum and dad, all of those people who turn up for your fights and those who waited for you to return, everyone is so proud of you, so in love with you and most of all..mee..I love you"

"Mmmm darling " he spoke between his bated breaths, your fingers caressing through his neck heightened the sensation for him "Stopp please ..I will cum" you immediately stopped as soon as he said those words, you cupped his cheeks and caressed his face. Once he had calmed a little he pulled away to look at you. His eyes were teary,

"Promise me you won't give up on us, I know I'm not the guy you deserve–" you cut him off as he said that.

"Stop saying that please "

"It's the truth, you deserve to be loved better than this my love and I want to be better"

"Okay shhhh now..you are enough just the way you are, i have never been loved this way Dae"

It was hard to sleep that night for both of you, but especially him. He resisted the urge to hump against you like a horndog, you resisted the urge to ride him into oblivion.

The sexual frustration was evident the next day as he stepped inside the octagon, he took that frustration out on his opponent and bested him mercilessly.

After the fight while he was getting medical help Viserys approached you and then he told you something about Samantha that even Daemon didn't know, he had no knowledge of that night, he wasn't in his senses when it happened and now she was using it to blackmail Viserys.

Samantha wanted Daemon back in her clutches and she'd do anything to bring him back in her life, she was willing to ruin his career all over again. Turns out her threats weren't empty but you knew to protect Daemon and his dreams you'd have to step up instead of cowering down and giving her what she wanted. You'd never allow the love of your life to fall into her trap again, you couldn't imagine him being hurt again, especially now when he was learning to move on and heal from her abuse.

You were going to protect him and for that you were willing to do whatever it takes.

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buzzkillers · 10 months

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A little of you, A little of Me

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reader

Warning: non-con, power unbalance, implied smut, emotional manipulation, fuck or die (?)

He said it was a canon event. He was obviously lying.

Not like that mattered, in the grand scheme of things anyway. Everyone lied to you here, no one thought you were worthy of the truth. This wasn't your world after all and this wasn't your New York. So the rules were just a bit different, a little off.

You couldn't get a pass by just being you.

Nah, you were a played out parlor trick. Something that's been copied and pasted into far too many universes and dimensions. You weren't special. Your name might've not been Peter Parker but that wasn't enough.

You needed to be more. You needed to have something. Anything that would impress Miguel enough to see you as a threat; as someone not worth lying to.

Outside of that, what was there to say? You were just a variant.

Another younger spider person that life hadn’t trampled on yet in your attempt at a normal life. You weren't Ben Reilly or Jessica or that miniature spider from Earth 6-877. And if you wanted to be nice (which was rare) you'd say that your purpose was to look like you had purpose. Like you had any business being here at all.

Just someone to look at Miguel so he could rant and whine about anomalies and dimensional pockets as if any of that sounded sane.

Yet, against your will, you fell in line all the same. Under his gaze, your back straightened and your heart beated erratically while you at least pretended to listen. You had no other choice really. Blame it on being young, or a spider or simply being too naive to see the bad in good.

But when someone with enough confidence, bravado and well everything that made Miguel who he was, said something. It was almost to easy to listen to him, it was practically expected. What else were you going to do? Be stubborn, selfish? Ignorant?

Maybe that’s why Miguel O’hara terrified you.

You knew he was lying but you couldn’t help but listen anyway. In the grand scheme of things he was good at that. With precision and brute strength, he strung together a web of lies and sticky fibs that made you unable to leave. ‘Your canon event’ he had whispered to you in the darkness of his lair. (Cause what else would you call an office with only a computer as its light source)

He had said it so smoothly, so easily; With open arms and eyes wide enough to hide the glimmer of red sheeted underneath it. There was no light show this time, no complicated holograms of the dead parents and the venom symbiotes or the constant blood and death and lost children, no it was just him.

And somehow that was way worse, way more horrific and ankle biting for someone like you.

After all, Miguel was the world, the universe and you were just this thing. This small, crushable thing that backed away and flinched when he took a step too close.

Who couldn’t hide the panicked breaths and syrupy heat that pooled in your stomach. You were nothing beneath the man that created it all. It was a fact that made your ears stay perked up beneath the mask. You were you and he was everything. You should've just listened to him. Yet,

“I don't understand,” it was a statement that broke through all of the other bullshit that bubbled in the base of your throat. All the fear and confusion until you looked at him head on. At Miguel whose frame suddenly swallowed the very shadow of you; With his tall stature and big eyes that glowed in the dark, a new light source that only made you tense up.

A moth that was afraid of the light. That's what you were and you couldn’t help but place another foot back; stumbling like a gangly spider with no stickiness to its legs.

Miguel of course, stood tall and firm.

“I know it's a lot to take in, I didn’t want to be the one to tell you,” you frowned at that, another lie. So much so that your senses couldn’t help but ring a bit higher.

“Then why did you,” you blurted out, cause what else was there to say? Nothing it seemed because Miguel only looked down at you, forever down at you as if you were a kid.

As if you didn’t have a college essay due in a week and a date with your own Peter in another. Jesus, you paid taxes for crying out loud.

You weren’t a child, you weren’t Gwen or Pavitar or god forbid Peter B. You were fucking Spider-Woman, you could ask questions, you could ask why. But the longer the question lingered in the air, the more childish you felt and the more ridiculous you realized it was to question Miguel.

Suddenly you felt silly, even if Jessica was suspiciously not here and Peter was gone and everyone that littered the corners of this office of his was now non-existent.

To be honest, if it weren’t for the scuffs you heard beneath the floorboards, you might’ve been tricked into thinking that you were the only ones in this building, in this entire shitty city even.

The corners of your lips now trembled and your hands pulled at the spandex of your suit. You looked down. “I have a date next week,”

"it's gonna be our first one," it was a shitty protest but,

“And do you think that's worth the end of the multiverse?” He didn’t wait for an answer. He simply crowded you in and backed you up roughly until your feet twisted again with the other.

“Do you think your Peter would want everyone to die just so what? He can get his dick wet?” Your face twisted at that.

“Go fuck yourself," Cause nah you weren’t a push over.

Yet, you could only bring your mask halfway up to say it; enough for him to read your lips and see the way they sneered at him. He didn’t need to know that your eyes were firm on the ceiling the whole time.

“You know nothing about me, about him,”

He got closer, suddenly you were chest to chest. “I know that the Miguel in your universe is dead,”

“I know that in every version of you and every version of me there's an us, no matter how it happens, or how quick it is,” Bullshit, it was all fucking bullshit. But he said it with such confidence and reluctance, like the words were hard to think about, much less say.

“Listen, I’ll make it quick” he continued, a rough hand now on your shoulder. All that muscle that you built over the years now nothing beneath his grip.

Optimistically, some part of you thought he meant for it to be reassuring but your senses have started to scream and there was a tremble in your thighs that wasn't there before. This time, it was Miguel that pushed you back, your knees buckling into something hard.

“No, there has to be another way,”

“There's not—unfortunately” he added on, like it was an afterthought.

"Bullshit,"

“Did you even try?”

“Try?” he cocked his head, jaw clenched tight. “Trying means there's a possibility of failing, Spider-woman,”

“Are you willing to take that risk?” Are you? Have you ever? Of course, the words stayed stuck in your throat.

Buried and dead, all while Miguel looked at you with the intensity of someone who regularly gave false choices before solemnly he rolled his shoulders. Whatever he found in the tremble of your lips and awkwardness of your gait making him attempt something close to a smile.

"Listen, I'm trying to be nice," He sighed, his fangs gleaming beneath his lips. "Or do you think I want this? Want you?" And ok, ouch.

"Man, I just think this situation is fucked,"

"I mean, why does it have to be you," it could be any other varient. Any other Miguel. But the comment only earned you another childish look down.

Another sneer that said you knew nothing, he knew everything and you might as well just fall in line. The grip on your shoulders grew tighter. Beneath him you suffocated.

Above you, his eyes bled red and his fangs never looked so sharp. "The multiverse could collapse at any moment and you want conveniency?"

"I was just thinking-"

"And that's the problem,"

"You thought, and now we're debating the fate of trillions,"

"Are you really that selfish?" he spat and your eyes widened.

Selfish. You seized up at that word like it was poison and in a way it was. Selfish and Spider-Woman were antonyms. They fought constantly and neither ever won. Selfishness was a curse, a bane that wove itself into your skin until you dragged it out yourself. Pulling and pulling and pulling until you felt it kiss your underskin.

Selfish. Bile bubbled in your throat and your fingers tingled. He was lying. You knew this, you felt the truth sting at your skin, felt the pricks at the base of your neck and yet,

"Ok," you whispered. One word but Miguel didn't need you to repeat yourself.

“Ok," he drew out testedly, as if he was tasting his own victory.

"Then come on,” he gestured to something behind you; his expression still sorrow as if this was hard for him. “Bend over,”

“On your tippy toes and widen your legs,” God, he did not just say ‘tippy toes’.

‘Is that a part of the canon event too?’ you wanted to ask.

But to speak it meant to acknowledge what this really was. It meant that you couldn’t pretend that you ever had a choice.

Yet, your tongue still burned with questions, with the why,why,why. A list of snarky, back handed comments laid at the tip of your tongue. You had so many questions to ask.

And childishly you couldn't help but think that maybe you could change his mind, maybe you could convince him that this wasn't worth it. If only you used the right set of words, the correct cadence, an inspiring lilt to your tongue.

But Miguel O’hara was terrifying and big and all the doors were closed and there was only one source of light and-

You turned around and bent over, on your tippy toes.

Suddenly, a strong ache stretched from your legs and into your belly. Before eventually it twisted into your senses and made your head hurt and core heat up. Did your body know? Did it understand what was happening?

From behind you, Miguel's feet stayed stagnant, frozen in place.

It was an reaction that gave you half a mind to stand back up cause what if this was a joke? A sick fucking joke and everyone was about to come out of the corners and laugh and tease you for again being the dumbest of the spidermen before what sounded like the largest exhale known to man bounced off the walls and Miguel was directly behind you. A large hand pressed onto your back, as if he thought you were gonna escape, as if you could.

“One day you’ll thank me for this,” he whispered, while you ignored the way his breath went ragged, and the way his talons slowly spliced at the spandex of your suit.

Quickly, your cunt hit cold air and you shuddered violently. Miguel took another deep breath, his taloned fingers brushed against your cheek before gently, patiently he pulled the mask off your face. Your braids now splayed across the table.

"Now look forward, we're saving the world," then his suit completely dematerialized, and you widened your legs.

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derekscorner · 4 months

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Fated Rantings: Ground Zero

I finished Fate Zero

And what a ride that was. I don't even know where to start with all of this which shocks me because I went in knowing things would go to hell.

I started my whole Fate journey due to lore videos, curiosity and FGO so (just like the 2006 Fate Stay Night) I had a full grasp of what would happen. To be shocked anyway just goes to show that the cast and their dialogues sell this story.

There's a stark difference between hearing plot points and watching Gilgamesh slowly poke at Kirei's mentality. There's a difference between knowing that Blue Beard is summoned by a serial killer and seeing them discuss the nature of God.

And there's one hell of a difference between seeing memes of Iskander & Waver and seeing what is possibly the best bromance within Type-Moon.

I went into this expecting Saber to be a bit too idealistic and for Kiritsugu to be a badass only to leave it finding Kiritsugu the least interesting compared to everyone else.

Magus Killer Indeed

Now, I do not say that to imply that he lacks depth himself. Kiritsugu is unique in how he operates within his magic world and you're not supposed to view him as idealistically as Irisviel or Shirou do, he's a flawed man with a very fucked up history.

This man, like Shirou, wanted to be a hero of justice as a child. An innocent enough desire but one that was both never tempered in realism and was shattered by realism.

What I mean by that is that Kiritsugu is plagued by a paradox. Yes, the village being turned into ghouls and murdered was bad. Yes, Kiritsugu killing his own father because he felt that "he had too" is a very dark sign of his mentality even as a child.

But these things haunt him, they do not drive him. What drives him is his desire to be that hero. When his world is shattered he takes a dark approach to kill the few to save the many.

It's that pursuit that eventually shatters his goal with the realism of humanity. You can never truly save everyone, other humans will always ruin it.

But the realism that pushes him to try anyway is the grail. In this world the wish granter is real, tangible, thus the paradox. He fully believes the goal shattered by realism can be salvaged by the realism of the grail's existence.

He's usually so pessimistic and realistic in his approaches to the war and battles that it's almost jarring to see his character break once he learns that the grail can't just do anything. You can see that last bit of idealism in his soul die.

Worse, the grail taunts him. It can only grant a wish that a human themselves can understand. As an example;

you can't ask for fire if you do not know how fire operates.

Thus the grail shows him a way to grant his wish but that wish grants nothing. This is very crucial to his breakdown because the grail showed him in the purest terms that;

This is your way of saving others but ultimately it saves no one

That's the point of the boat example. No matter how many you sacrifice for the whole, the survives will further fracture. There will always be a minority and a majority, Kiritsugu's life was essentially pointless in the larger picture.

Now, it'd be too cruel to say his life had no meaning at all. He was willing to sacrifice his mother figure and mentor to stop an undead outbreak. He killed his father because he felt responsible for his actions and Shirley's death.

He had to have done some good, it just wasn't in the way he had hoped. The greatest tragedy here is possibly that he's unable to see it.

We the audience see it in those rare moments of him being a father to his daughter, to Shirou, or a husband to Irisviel. People were drawn to him and loved him and if he had stopped his pursuits for them he may have found a happier ending.

True Emptiness

Then there's this true demon of a man. For all the talk, the praise of their battle, and Kiritsugu's own foreshadowing, I expected a deeper connection between the two.

It's strange, you can't just bring up Kiritsugu's flawed mentality without mentioning Kirei's yet the two only physically met one time. It's fascinating because I expected a bigger grudge or more plot relevance to their dynamic.

Yet, at the same time, their lack of interaction makes the eventual fight more interesting because of where Kirei starts and where he ends.

Intriguingly, Kiritsugu pegs Kirei near instantly. He only had a mug shot and some info on his life but he could instantly tell that there was something very wrong with Kirei. He sensed the lack of love and emptiness and feared him the most.

In contrast, Kirei didn't know Kiritsugu as well as he believed. Half of his emotional journey is realizing that they're not as alike as he thought.

This is best shown in his battle with Irisviel and Maya. He assumes Kiritsugu sent them there to battle him and he can't comprehend it when that's not the case. In his mind he is fully incapable of understanding why those two women would choose to face him.

He can't comprehend the illogical actions love will drive one too.

That said, the far more interesting dynamic in Kirei's life is Gilgamesh. While Kirei fails in his assumption of Kiritsugu and lacks a full understanding of himself it is Gilgamesh who sees through Kirei instantly.

Their talks are some of the most interesting parts in the story because you can tell Gilgamesh is trying to make him realize his own nature. Gilgamesh has no grand reason for doing so, he's just bored.

For all the dorky shit Gilgamesh does, for all the moments of him being oddly good with kids, or a good king (in FGO) you can't forget that Gilgamesh defies morality. He's not above it he just does not consider it.

He seeks entertainment and Kirei is the most interesting thing there. A full grown man unable to feel yet subconsciously seeking too. The answer is always on the tip of Kirei's tongue. (he's in self denial)

It's truly fascinating to watch it unfold. This ancient demigod taking a mentorship-like role just so he can see what Kirei will do.

It's due to these talks of introspection and Kirei's other actions that I find it hard to see the duality of he and Kiritsugu. What ultimately awakens Kirei's understanding is watching Kariya's suffering.

Gilgamesh may point it out but that's moot. It's Kariya's motives that catch Kirei's attention most, it's the drama with Tokiomi that fascinates him, it's saving Kariya and using him later that makes it click for Kirei internally.

You could possibly argue the whole thing is Tokiomi's fault. He gave his daughter to the Matous and even if he was unaware of the torture she'd endure for years that- no wait.

He possibly went wrong the moment he schemed with the church. Watching the Tohsaka's and Kariya play out their drama awoke the monster that is Kirei but it was Tokiomi's fault Kirei was there at all.

It was also Tokiomi that summoned Gilgamesh....hmm there's a lot more to ponder there I guess but let's move on.

I can only praise the depiction of Kirei's awakening so far before it seems like I like his character or adore it. It's fascinating to watch but he's still a monster that shouldn't be walking among men.

The Best Fate Bro to ever live

I wanted to use the last section of this to talk about the best fucking boy. I do not care what anyone tells you, Iskandar is the best bro in the Fate universe.

The very first thing this man does upon being summoned is find a map. With the enthusiasm of a child he admires it looking for where his kingdom is now and seeing the world mapped out in whole.

There's something that is just genuinely pure about Iskandar in Fate/Zero. No heroic spirit is without questionable actions in the modern lens but this story does a good job of blending that by explaining Iskandar's motives.

He has a genuine love of seeing new things. That joy is so pure that his wish for the grail is to be reincarnated so that he can begin his conqueroring anew. I have no earthly clue how he thinks he'll be able to do that in a normal mortal body but no matter because I doubt he's thought that far ahead himself.

His patience in dealing with a prideful child is also second to none. His words are often full of small wisdom to the point I did not keep count of them all nor could I explore it all. He's always pushing his master to try new things and it takes root overtime.

It is very easy to see how Waver could become the popular Lord El-Melloi II in other materials. It all began here, regardless of timelines, there's usually a Waver that fought in the 4th Grail War with Iskander.

I'm not even sure what to write about Waver himself because so much of what made the impression was seeing him slowly changing due to Iskandar's influence.

In a mage society that belittles him for being "new blood" it is Iskandar that continually tries to open his eyes. That's highlighted best when Waver tracks down Caster easily using simpler methods due to his magical limitations.

He views it as bad but Iskandar makes a good point. To do something in a simpler yet equally relevant way (perhaps even better) is a talent worthy of praise. Waver doesn't recognize his own ingenuity nor does he realize that there's merit in someone who can think around their limitations.

It's the core of their dynamic and that moment when Waver goes from being his master mage to his subject is beautiful. That strong loyalty born over the story even saves Waver's life.

Gilgamesh spares him based on that undying loyalty alone. A far cry from where Waver starts.

Kingly Mentality

Before I lose myself in the praise I should point out that Iskandar is no fool. Yes, he rarely plans in Fate Zero and his pure love for the new and patience shapes his bond with his mage.

However, do not mistake that pureness for a simpleton. Iskander is simply straightforward to a fault. His greatest characteristic is that friendly straightforward nature he has.

He's the one servant that repeatedly stops to talk to the others, he's able to get them to talk when they normally wouldn't, and even when he expresses desire to take them into his army those present do not get that offended.

Gilgamesh, the king of arrogance, even begins to shrug this off. On some level he respects Iskandar's nature because he is true to himself.

Still, some do think his attitude toward Saber is bad in regards to the banquet of kings. Now this is tumblr which is bad for seeing what isn't there to begin with or it's twitter which has lost it's critical thinking skills long ago.

What do I mean by this? Simple, while Iskandar and Gilgamesh disagree they at least respect each other as kings. Similarly they disrespect Artoria as king but for differing reasons.

To Iskandar a king is someone who stands above men as a symbol of their ideals. Something to follow, a larger than life person to show them the way.

What lost Iskandar's respect for Artoria's kingship was her wish. Her desire to undo it all, even if for good reasons, is an insult to Iskandar. No matter how tragic he would not change one moment of his life because that would affect everyone that fought for him and with him.

He sees Artoria as a slave of her people and the ideals she was raised on rather than a king that's truly led and valued her men. It is here that some have issues.

We'll argue King Arthur another time, what's relevant is why Iskandar views it. The tragic thing being that he is not entirely wrong.

Artoria was raised to be a king, she was conceived in convoluted magic ways to be England's king, so when he says that he only "sees a girl who could not chase butterflies or fall in love" he is entirely correct.

I do not say that dismissing her choices mind you but she did sacrifice that normalcy regardless. Iskandar, as we've covered, enjoys life at it's core.

So what he sees in Saber is a girl who was denied life. She could not truly enjoy it which disconnected her from her people. He views it as sad and states that one reason for recruiting her into his army is to show her otherwise.

Now as to whether he could have is another topic entirely. What's important is that he can't respect her as a king because he sees a martyr not a king.

The Fate Route of the FSN justifies his views to an extent because Saber eventually finds some things she denied herself in Shirou. She ultimately just needed a chance to be a person and Iskandar wanted to help her do so.

There are some faults in his thinking, yes, but his intentions aren't negative nor his his disrespect of her kingship based on sex. He fully respected Saber as a king until he learned her wish.

Even after he respected her as a warrior and wanted to see her enjoy life...and cut down his enemies BUT STILL.

Conclusion?

Already? So abruptly? Kinda. This got too big to fit into one post and there's a lot I can't find a way to organically work in.

Such as Tokiomi's dumb ass making Kirei Rin's guardian when his wife is perfectly healthy and alive when he writes that will.

Or how Gilgamesh views Saber just as objectively and disrespectfully as you'd expect. His take on her kingship and sex is completely negative and objectifying, a contrast to Iskandar.

Hell the whole mutual respect and differences between Gilgamesh and Iskandar.

I also didn't get to the odd but unnervingly deep take on God between two mass murderers. (Caster & Ryuunosuke)

I definitely don't have it in me to cover Kiritsugu's family. Illyasviel is more of a FSN topic and Irisviel is hard for me to quantify. Her love for her husband and of the small things he showed her was beautiful though.

Oh well, ONTO PART TWO: https://derekscorner.tumblr.com/post/737301977761005569/fated-rantings-seiba-pt-2#notes

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dracoandthehounds · 4 months

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so for prompts: adult harry n draco are having an argument and harry calls draco "malfoy" and embarrassingly enough draco likes that

Ooooh this was so fun!!! Thank you so much for sending this in! Hope you enjoy :)

Names

Rating: M

“I can’t believe you sided with him.”

They were Draco’s first words to Harry as they apparated into the tight corners of their entry hall, spoken in a biting tone. Their coats were shed quickly, scarves tossed in only the general direction of the closet.

“I wasn’t siding with him,” Harry shot back, sighing. Because he wasn't. He’d merely pointed out that Theo had a point. That was all.

“Yes, you bloody well were,” Draco shot back. “Surprised you even chose to come home with me tonight. Should have just gone home with Nott, since you’ve got such similar opinions. A perfect sodding match.”

Harry sighed again and rubbed at his temples. He knew Draco was just being dramatic. He knew Draco liked to be dramatic in arguments, and with Draco, that there was no such thing as a minor disagreement. He should have been used to it by now. But he wasn’t. “It was just politics, and it doesn’t matter, and you know quite well—”

“It wasn’t!” Draco shot back as they entered the kitchen. “Didn’t you see the look on his face? He was bloody thrilled about his ringing endorsement from the Chosen—”

“Malfoy,” Harry shot back, the name coming back in instinct, some reminder of the days of their youth, when surnames were all they’d exchange, a refusal of the camaraderie to be found in their given.

And Harry flinched himself when he said it, sure he’d just made the argument worse, sure it meant he’d be sleeping in the guest room tonight. But he looked up and found pink clouding in Draco’s face, found Draco’s hands to have gone white-knuckled in their grip on the back of the barstool.

As an auror, Harry had been trained to look for the small signs. And Draco had plenty, no matter how much he refused to admit it.

For example, anger. When Draco was angry, he’d go stiff-upper-lip, cold cruel responses that rolled off his tongue like he’d thought them through weeks in advance. A million words spitting out at rapid-fire speed, mouth held in a permanent sneer, eyes cold and narrowed, always staring, like a predator watching their prey.

None of which were on Draco now. Draco’s mouth hung open, but silent. His cheeks were red, and his eyes were cast away. He held himself stiffly, muscles coiled, like he was preparing to run, not attack.

Harry knew these signs too. He’d seen them plenty of times, afterall.

He quickly replayed the past minute, searching for what could have caused this. Could have caused Draco to so quickly fall from anger. Into, well…

“Malfoy,” Harry repeated, testing.

Draco’s face coloured deeper, and he fully turned away this time. Harry watched as Draco bit at his bottom lip, working it between those sharp shiny teeth of his.

Harry closed the distance between them and grazed his knuckles against the back of Draco’s hands, where they still were gripped to the barstool. Draco flinched at the contact, but didn’t move, allowing Harry to touch him.

“Do you like that?” Harry whispered, his thumb grazing the inside of Draco’s wrists.

Draco didn’t respond.

“I asked if you liked that, Malfoy,” Harry repeated, unable to help the grin as the word fell from his mouth, easy and familiar again.

“No,” Draco shot back, a lie so obvious that it was almost ridiculous.

“Interesting,” Harry said, and grazed his hand up Draco’s arm now, Draco still refusing to meet his stare. He didn’t understand how this had gotten Draco worked up so quickly, how he could have possibly done that with only his name.

But Draco still didn’t move, and Harry could see the goosebumps that were rising in the trail of his touch. He could see the heavy rise and fall of his chest, the muscle in his jaw, jumping out and pulsing. The colour that was warming along Draco’s neck, one of Harry’s favourite places to kiss.

“Does it remind you of school?” Harry whispered, leaning in. He nipped at the edge of Draco’s ear, inhaled against his neck. “Remind you of me kicking your arse in quidditch, perhaps? Or does it remind you of eighth year, and that broom closet, those cold nights in January, when you’d have to be quiet—”

And finally, finally, Draco’s head whipped back, his stare meeting Harry’s. His hands shot out, grabbing Harry by his hips, and he shoved him back against the counter.

“You’re a bastard, Potter,” he said, then leaned in, crashing his mouth to Harry's, a kiss that was equal parts anger, and equal parts desperate need.

And when Harry’s name had fallen from Draco’s mouth, in that exact familiar tone, Harry didn’t have to wonder anymore.

#drarry #harry x draco #draco malfoy #harry potter #drarry fic #mini fic #requests #asks #req #completed request #snippet

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carmy + his ego "why didn't he leave it to you then?"

at first glance, carmy's ego is an unassuming background character compared to his other traits.

for an award-winning, globetrotting, celebrated chef, carmy doesn't carry himself with a sense of grandeur. his ego isn't as severe as his anger, or as detectable as the tension he carries in his everyday movements. but it is there, and at its worse it's ugly and out for blood.

you see it when carmy and richie are arguing in the walk-in. richie's in the middle of a tirade listing all of carmen's recent missteps and deploys the firm reminder that—"this is your brother's house. i was running it fine without you."

there's a pause. the quiet of the walk-in, even if it lasts only for a few seconds, is unnerving rather than tranquil. carmen stares at the floor of the walk-in, not unable but unwilling, to meet richie's gaze.

carmy coldy and rhetorically inquires, "why didn't he leave it to you then?" and that's his ego speaking. this is one of the rare times where carmy approaches confrontation head-on instead of retreating into himself, because he knows richie doesn't want to answer.

for a moment, carmen puts his doubts about his brother's love for him aside. right now, nothing else matters except for the fact that michael didn't choose richie - michael chose him. for the last couple of years carmen has existed as an outsider in his brother's world. richie was a part of michael's life in all the ways carmy couldn't be up until the very end, and still, michael chose carmen.

and carmy fucking relishes in knowing that. it's the one thing he can use against richie that really cuts deep. that line has always stood out to me and i think it's one of carmy's crueler moments, because he attacks richie in the same place where his own vulnerabilities lie.

carmy is intimately aware of the pain that comes from being cast aside by michael. to ask richie that question and lead him to entertain the idea of michael doing the same to him—that's pretty antagonistic behavior from carmen.

you see carmy's ego in smaller ways as well and it doesn't always come from a sense of pride.

when carmy and sydney first meet, one of the things she tells carmy is, "i know who you are."

as soon as the words leave her mouth, carmy tenses his shoulders back like he's ready to brawl. throughout their conversation carmy has maintained eye contact but he also shifts or nods along to what syd is saying, but now? now he watches syd with a glint in his eyes and a small tilt to his head, and he's still. and i don't know if it's the stillness of a startled deer hiding in a wooded underbrush or the hunter who just spotted it.

syd continues and says, "you were the most excellent CDC at the most excellent restaurant in the entire United States of America." and as she says it carmy looks down and makes an expression that's half smile, half grimace—unsure if he has the right to feel joy in his achievements.

you see his ego in episode eight, when the pressure of the kitchen is at its highest. when it feels like it's carmy against the world, you see it when he says "i told you that dish wasn't fucking ready." and "get the fuck off my expo, chef." and "why are you fucking with me?"

the restaurant before this moment was a team, motley and disorganized, sure, but things were starting to come together. carmy would use we instead of i—"we lose one service it could kill us." or he'd ask, not demand, things of his peers. he changes his vocabulary to use the word "whisk" instead of "monter" knowing that everyone might not understand what he means.

but when things get turbulent he shuts off, shuts everyone else out, and carmy's left barking orders and frantically wondering—why now, why me?

#carmy carries himself in such a multi-faceted way when it comes to his craft. he's so many things and when he's in conflict with himself #and his desires it's really fucking beautiful #the bear #the bear fx #the bear meta #the bear analysis #thebearedit #the bear spoilers #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto #jeremy allen white #s01e01 #gif #tvedit #tvfilmedit #mine

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Seeking comfort from an idiot

enishi yukishiro x fem reader

A/N: This is a quick wip on pair with the Addicting Taste lore but can be a standalone (if you squint). Here's a little comfort fic with my favorite idiot to soothe my monthly torture. Hope it helps yours a little too. Enjoy!

Part 2 😉

"Let me get this straight."

"Yes, Enishi," you say exasperated, a hand held to your forehead.

You were sat on the couch in his office, explaining the suffering ovary owners go through every month to him. He seemed utterly confused at every new piece of information you were telling him. He made a great effort in understanding your current predicament, despite asking the stupidest questions known to mankind.

"You just randomly bleed out every month?"

"Yes," you sighed a little annoyed.

"Willingly?"

"Oh my god, you're an idiot."

"What do you mean I'm an idiot? It's not my fault I don't know anything about these things."

The migraine brewing in your head was mostly because of your period, partly due to his stupid questions. There was no way this man was raised by a woman.

"I just explained it to you!" you yelled as he lifted his hands up in surrender.

You felt a wave of discomfort slowly crawl up your abdomen and sunk back into the couch hoping to alleviate it. The stiff cushions did little to help, making you more uncomfortable than they should have. Everything was making you sensitive and the only thing that would help was your bed.

"Enishi?" you called his name in a tiny voice only to get a hum in response.

"Bed," you say, making grabby hands at him. The simple word should have been enough of a hint about what you wanted but his brain didn't seem to catch the obvious.

"What about the bed?" he asked earning a groan from you. Your hormones were getting the best of you as you struggled to keep the murderous intentions inside.

"I want to go to bed," you say through gritted teeth as you repeated the grabby hands, adding a smile at the end. If you didn't hit the bed soon your insides would turn into a torture chamber.

"Then go-"

"You idiot, CAN YOU PLEASE TAKE ME TO BED-" you yelled but stopped as a big cramp wrecked your middle, making you crumple into a ball on the couch. You shut your eyes tight and gripped your abdomen trying to ride out the waves of pain.

He mumbled a few curses under his breath as he moved to your spot. Sliding his strong arms under your legs and securing your back, he lifted you up carefully trying to not make your pain worse.

He made a move towards your room as you leaned your head on his shoulder, curling yourself into him as much as you could. He felt weirdly warm today, a comforting heat radiating off his body. The sweet relief was short lived as another wave of cramps wrecked your body making you whine.

You hated feeling this helpless every single month, unable to do anything about it, except suffer in silence until the pain would subside by itself. Showing your weakness to Enishi of all people made you feel even shittier about yourself. He was the kind of person to brave through an injury no matter how painful it felt, so it was normal to feel a little mad about it as you asked him to carry you to your room.

He gently let you down on the bed and you turned on your side, gripping his hand as you sat him on the edge next to you. The pain was only getting worse and you needed immediate relief before you would pass out, freaking out a clueless Enishi even more.

"What can I do to help?"

"Nothing," you choked as a violent cramp was trying to dismantle your uterus.

He racked his brain for a solution until he settled on a forgotten memory of his sister. He was wandering aimlessly around the woods until he stumbled and fell, scraping his knee on a rock. As Tomoe patched him up, he recalled her saying something about warmth being the cure for almost all pain.

He wasn't sure if she meant it rhetorically or if it was actually a remedy he could use. Hell, he would try anything to put you out of your misery right now even if it sounded like a fable.

Doubtful if it would work, he took to rubbing your lower back in slow circles to create some warmth, waiting for your reaction. The action relieved some of your pain and you sighed in content, giving Enishi the confirmation that he was doing something useful. The more heat his palm generated, the more your cramps were decreasing in intensity. Maybe he wasn't that useless when it came to comfort as you thought.

The consistent rhythm of his hand lulled you and you were fast asleep before you knew it. Enishi smiled softly at your pouty face, puffing up against the pillow as a few light snores escaped you. He brushed a few stray hairs away from your face and hooked them up behind your ear. Grabbing a hold of your blanket he draped it over you so you would stay warm.

He wished he could do more for you. Seeing you in this much pain was driving him mad. He couldn't believe the fact that you were going through this every month. It made him admire your strength even more than he already did. He was sure as hell that if he was the one bleeding out every month he wouldn't be able to handle it.

A battle wound could heal within a few days. But this was a constant pain lasting for more than a few days, making normal everyday tasks become a struggle. No one should go through this kind of pain, especially you.

You whimpered in your sleep as his hand stopped rubbing your back. He chuckled as he turned back to his job, a small smile pulling at your lips in your sleep. You wriggled closer to him seeking the warmth of his hand rather than the blanket.

It seemed so easy to comfort you without doing too much but just being there for you. He was willing to do anything to help you during this time, no matter what you asked of him. If rubbing your back was what you needed he would gladly comply with it for as long as you needed him to.

Thank you for reading! As always, comments, notes and reblogs are welcome :)

#enishi yukishiro #enishi yukishiro x reader #enishi yukishiro comfort #enishi yukishiro x you #enishi yukishiro fluff #where do i get me an enishi too #i feel lonely now smh #kinda did it to myself

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What do you think of Fallen Leaves (as in, canon Fallen Leaves)? I'm pretty neutral towards him, but I'm curious to know what you think of him and why you decided to merge him with Hollyleaf. Also, does Hollyleaf ever regain a better understanding of Clanmew again since you mentioned she only half remembered it? Does she ever teach anyone the ancient language or nah? I can imagine kits begging to know ancient swear words.

i dont like jhim

BANGER idea, wasted. Ancient ghost in the tunnels??!? He drowned to death in an ancient ritual?!!? He has been unable to move on for a thousand moons ??!?!?!?!?!?!

Idk make him a lonely sadboy or something. No he doesn't try to drag people down. No there's no ghostly powers or anything. No he's not like a folklore ghost.

He just lives in the tunnels and Is Sad. Lame.

Erin Hunter LOVES coming up with cool ideas for characters and then doing nothing with those ideas, slowly turning them into boring ship material and cardboard background cats.

"We can't just do nothing with the ghost, idk. Hollyleaf is the closest female character. Ship it"

Do they have chemistry? No

but holly is a Girl and fallen is a Boy so that's good enough. Have him (ghost) nurse her back to health ig, people eat that trope up, no effort required.

It also frustrates me that this random ancient Softpaw's death made the entire Lake Society consider leaving their very bountiful home. "Oo it's been a hard year or something. Let's leave everything we've ever known."

Broken Shadow being dramatic about his death is also... fuck it I'm gonna be honest, it's annoying. I hate how women in this series are always more torn up than their husbands over dead kits, I hate how they needed to make Broken Shadow "insane with grief" and completely hysterical to drive home how sad this one, random, singular loss is

Honestly, I don't think there's a single part about Jay's Time Travel Adventure that I like. I'm seriously trying to think of one thing I enjoyed and I'm coming up with a blank. I like the vague idea of the cats leaving the lake I guess fgsdfgf

So, personally, I think there's 2 things you can really do here with Fallen. You replace/merge him with someone for a stable timeloop, or you replace/merge Rock with Jayfeather for a stable timeloop. Without that, being in the tunnels for so long doesn't matter.

Fallen could have been in there for 2 years or 200, nothing about him is legitimately old to contrast modern cats. He was waiting for someone who no one has any actual attachment to because her entire personality is being a crazy-with-grief mother.

Hell, you could replace Fallen with a weirdo who hates sunlight and it would fill the exact same role as Love Interest Who Doesn't Leave Tunnel.

He has the bland honor of not being as bad as Moth Flight but I'm sorry. I would squarely place Fallen Leaves in F tier. You can definitely make an argument that the idea of him is cool, but somehow that feels worse because he could have been GREAT and he wasn't.

SO INSTEAD I merged him with Holly! Because making this unnerving connection between Hollypaw and the tunnels, catching glimpses of a strange ghost, and interacting with her mother when she was young and wreckless is FUN imo and accomplishes a lot more about her whole arc coming to terms with the lie.

Naughty god goes into the timeout tunnel to be adequately wiggled, indeed

And YES she does eventually get a better handle on Clanmew again, it just takes a couple years. And 100% she teaches some kittens how to swear in ancient Lakemew.

#bone babble #I'm sorry everyone that today is just Bones Biting Jayfeather's Adventure sgfdgff

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Another Nine Analysis: Warped Senses And Tragedy

Yay, another Nine analysis! It's been a while, huh? But I have more thoughts about him I need to write out so here I am. So now let's begin.

Alright, so let's start with the fact that while the other variants are devoid of the things that represent them (empathy for Amy, and Honor for Knuckles), Nine's is actually not only enhanced but WARPED in a more twisted way.

Amy's lack of empathy is shown through Rusty (a robotized Amy) and Thorn (while she wanted to protect the Jungle she didn't try to understand or find common ground) and Knuckle's lack of honor is shown through Dread.

But Nine is rather different. Yes while he didn't stay and help the Rebels, and abandoned them, he choose to save Sonic instead. In fact earlier during the battle between the Rebels and Dr. Deep, I noticed that he only helps Sonic during the battle. He's the first one to notice Sonic's in danger and stops to help him, but only him, he doesn't do it for the others. Watch closely at how Nine contrasts against the others in the fight.

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The others help out each other, but Nine only helps Sonic. I thought it was an interesting detail, and it also proves my theory. Not to mention he's surprised when Sonic saves him and pleased when he learns about a high five.

Another thing is how he chooses to abandon the rebels, choosing to save the shard, the shard that took Sonic. He once again chooses Sonic over everyone else.

The battle during the Rebellion, once again, Sonic.

I disagree that Nine isn't loyal, that he's a Tails that lacks loyalty, but a Tails whose sense of loyalty that's starting to become deluded and damaging towards others and possibly himself. A dedication and commitment that does more harm towards others and himself than it helps. A self-destructive and dangerous obsession.

He's only loyal towards Sonic, he's only dedicated to Sonic, he's only attached to Sonic, he only smiles with Sonic, and no one else.

If Nine wasn't loyal or committed to Sonic, then why did he wait weeks for Sonic, and why did he come back for Sonic?

It's understandable why too, to him Sonic is a person from another world who gave another version of him a life he always dreamed of. To him, Sonic is his only friend, the only person who accepts him for his Tails, the only person who gave him a reason to let his walls down. So it's understandable that he'd only care for Sonic.

Unlike the others, Sonic can bring him something he dreamed of, unlike the others Sonic was bright and bubbly and not yet damaged by the horrible world around him, and unlike the others, Sonic is the only one who can make his heart melt with that unrelenting optimism and blinding faith and allow another in.

Unlike the others, Sonic gave him something to live for, to fight with blood and sweat for.

A WORLD and LIFE to hope for.

It's no wonder the poor kid latched onto the first person who showed him kindness and affection. Before Sonic meet him, he probably hasn't made contact with anyone in YEARS after he fought back his bullies.

Just look at his face after he tries to ignore Sonic in the top left. His face softens, and with the slightest bit of hesitance asks what else they did in this wonderful dream world just out of reach of his gloved hands.

Which makes my next thought worse.

Guys, you'll hate this but...

I don't think Nine's going to get his happy ending. It'll most likely be very bittersweet at best.

DON'T GET ME WRONG, HE DESERVES THE WORLD! But the world he wants can't ever be achieved without Sonic. Sonic, just wants to get home no matter what. A home that isn't Nine's. A home Nine can't ever go to.

Nine wants Sonic to stay, being unable to be happy in a world without him. Sonic wants to go home, being unable to be happy without his FRIENDS. Like he said earlier in the pilot, his FRIENDS make Green Hills HOME. Which makes it clear he won't be happy living in the Grim.

Both of them have opposite goals, goals that can't be achieved at the same time. This is originally mentioned by @animatedjunkfood, but I agree that the Grim scene reflects this extremely well with its visuals.

Look at the sky, a strong blue, starting light but darkening as the sky gets further and further away from the sandy bottom, stars twinkling with lost dreams. The ground is deep orange with grey crystals shooting out of it, crystals a faded grey reflecting shimmering hope reaching to grasp the sky to come true, never making it.

On the distant horizon, there's a light gleaming from the distance, somewhat reminding me of a rising sun.

I think there are three things this represents.

It might be reflective of Sonic and Tails' relationship. Sonic, while better on the ground always lives carefree, running like the wind, sometimes resulting in being easily distracted. Tails, who can fly, ironically is the more grounded of the two using his tech and being more focused.

Sonic is the sky and Tails is the earth. That's how it's always been.

But this could also reflect Nine's dream. Notice how the sky is blue like his eyes and Sonic's fur, how the ground is orange like his fur, and how the grey crystals reflect Nine's tails. But what's missing?

Emerald green. The emerald green of Sonic's eyes. This isn't the world he wants, it's what NINE wants. Hence why green isn't anywhere present. It's not HIS ideal world.

Lastly, and my favorite, this could reflect their different goals and how they can never be achieved simultaneously. Nine wants this world to be home, hence why the ground is orange. Sonic however wants to go home, a place beyond Nine's reach, which is reflected wonderfully through the blue sky that twinkle with stars. Stars are often thought of as dreams and hope, which makes sense, as Sonic can bring Nine that.

Another thing I REALLY like is how the grey crystals could reflect Nine's mechanical Tails, reaching to try and grasp Sonic, to grasp that happy dream, the earth reaching out for that sky of sweet hope.

But the ground and the sky can never touch...

Ouch...

#more sonic prime!#sonic prime #nine sonic prime #tails nine #oh nine...#poor sonic...#they BOTH need hugs #they both need therapy #nine the fox #miles nine prower #nine deserves to win no matter what #nine needs a hug #sonic needs a hug #sorry if i made any of you sad #but this IS sad #sonic prime spoilers #sonic prime nine #Youtube

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Wenclair - Mine- Chapter 3

"I wasn't finished"

"okay" Enid gulped visibly

Wednesday would never admit it. In fact, she was willing to take every last second of what just happened to her grave and then along with her down to the fiery depths of hell to be buried for all eternity. She was speechless unable to speak her mind as she would usually

So quite simply put ... She chickened out. She couldn't tell Enid it would ruin everything or worse open her up to more supposedly uncomfortable intimacy that she was actually comfortable with when it came to the werewolf girl

And yet ... She still couldn't speak. She still couldn't come up with anything to say that wasn't her confession of feelings.

The Blood Red moon lit the sky between cascades of clouds behind them but neither girl was bothered by this anymore as they stared at eachother.

"Wednesday?" Enid questioned still in shock from the physical contact she had received from the girl. And the staring and silence was becoming odd even for Wednesday Addams.

"Let's..." Wednesday diverted the conversation " Let's go for a walk" she decided. "The fresh air will clear your head" she would

"fresh air?" she questioned once again "Wednesday were outside right now" Enid gestured around her the piercing cold air somewhat burning her skin.

"The air up here is nothing compared to the gloomy fog that we could be inhaling in the forest that surrounds the grounds" Wednesday made the excuse so easily as this was something she truly believed anyway.

"Are you asking me to go on a moonlit walk with you" Enid took the opportunity. She had too no matter how miserable she was about not being "A real Lycanthrope", as her mother would say, talking to Wednesday always cheered her up. And trust the morbid irony was not lost on Enid but it was still try if you could believe that.

Wednesday raised her eyebrows and tilted her head

"I suppose I am" she spoke and Enid's breath hitched in her throat.

"well-" Enid was interrupted by the distant echos of dozens of wolves shifting to howl at the moon. She removed herself from Wednesday's grip and paced towards the edge of the balcony.

"Enid ignore-" Wednesday swiftly moved towards the girl as if floating to reach her side like a true guardian angel.

"Wednesday I can't!" She turned around frustrated at the girl " You don't understand!" It came out harshly as a loud growl escaped her lips. Her claws retracted as they usually do when a sudden burst of emotion catches her off guard. Wednesday pulled back understanding what it looked like when someone did not want to be near another person.

"Enid" Wednesday raised her hands in defense "calm down" She said smoothly and direct.

Enid's body felt like it was on fire though, a slow burn coursing through her veins, the sound of howls dulled as her ears were being tortured by a high pitched sound.

"Oooooooowwwwwwwwww" Enid howled as her ears grew quickly into that of a canines.

"ENID!" Wednesday yelled now rushing towards the girl swiftly grabbing her hand. Enid's body was in excruciating pain her eyes watered as she snapped her head down to look at Wednesday. Her touch caused the wolf to freak out insatiably along with the shift it was almost unbearable

"MINE" Enid growled her eyes burning into Wednesday with the fire that was radiating throughout her body. Wednesday was taken aback and retreated from the girl with a few steps "wha-" she wasn't sure how to respond.

Wednesday's eyes widen in response, she wasn't sure how to react. She stared a mixture of curiousity and concern as Enid's nose and eyes grew from her faces her claws sprouting fur and her eyes darkening.

Mine? Wednesday thought to herself. Oddly she was not angered by the term just confused and unable to form a solid plan on what to do now.

"AAAAAHHHHH" the blonde haired girl screamed dropping to her knees, breathing heavily, low growls evaporating from her mouth unevenly. "Wednesday!" she pleaded looking up at the Raven haired girl a tear slowly falling from her face. Enid couldn't think all she could do was feel. The physical pain from her body shifting and the unnerving realisation that her mate seemed to be the trauma ridden girl watching her wolf out for the first time ever stood in front of her was too much. Her wolf needed Wednesday but Enid couldn't do it she had to get out of there and she panicked.

Wednesday shook her head ever so slightly as if to shake the thoughts from her head and rushed to her friend's side. But Enid's bones began to break and what would usually be a sadistically satisfying sound to Wednesdays perverse ears became the one sound she could not stand.

She felt hopelessly useless watching as Enid turned into this terrifyingly beautiful creature and her eyes glazed, a tear threatening to escape.

Enid's transformation was finally over she rose up on her newly formed legs, tilted her head and howled loudly at the deep crimson coloured moon that lit up the school,reflecting powerfully off their spider web window glass.

As she stood there panting heavily her eyes shifted towards Wednesday who was staring mouth agape

"Mate!" A voice screamed inside her head " She's Mine" it continued as the new werewolf settled her breathing.

"Not Wednesday! It can't be Wednesday!" She cried and let out another howl as Wednesday tried to approach her. Not because she didn't want her, in fact she had been confused about her affections towards the dim girl ever since she met her. But this was terrible because out of everyone the universe could have picked she picked the one girl that Enid could not have. There was no way Wednesday would love her in that way and the thought of being rejected was more painful than the shift she had just experienced.

"Enid" Wednesday spoke her eyes almost translucent as if fighting back the urge to cry.

But the girl just dropped her head and backed away Wednesday noticed this and could see where this was going. She was going to leave.

"Enid please don't-" Wednesday reached for her but this caused the wolf to jump back turn on her hind legs harshly and hopped up on the balcony ledge. She howled once more before leaping onto the rooftops and trailing her way down to the ground.

Her brain had been sent into overdrive, her blurred vision and dark eyes swirled as visions of Wednesday flew through her mind at a rapid pace, one that her actual form matched as she took off into the woods.

Wednesday breathed in deeply watching Enid run from her, leaving her in the one moment she knew she was needed most.

She took a moment to process what happened but didn't seem to deduce much other than Enid was not okay to be running through the woods alone on her first ever shift.

"Shit!" Wednesday muttered.

So without another thought she turned on her heels and headed quickly towards the door chasing after her girl.

I did not proof read this chapter so I apologise for any mistakes but I accidentally hit post ... So you know signs from the universe and all that. (Edited just to let you know)

#Wenclair #enid sinclair #wednesday addams #wenclair mine #wenclair fanfic #wenclair mine chapter 3 #wednesday x enid

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thecameronchronicles · 1 year

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Baby Daddy: Three

TW: FemxFem, smut. Language.

SUMMARY: After a failed attempt to make Rafe understand you aren't at his beckoning call, you decide to make it clear.

WORD COUNT: 1900

ORIGINAL CONCEPT

Anonymous asked:

Omg- would you consider writing one more installment of baby daddy before you leave is :’)

Baby Daddy: Three

He left you three nights ago. Edged. Pulsating. And unable to get off without his hands or his voice. Neither of which he was offering you. To make matters worse, he offered to take your son to school before fingering you in the parking lot and making you say you were his before leaving you again. His cum stained your hand your entire ride home with only a reminder of how much control he had. Once washing him off, you came up with a plan.

It took twenty minutes to get ready and only half as long to get to his office. But where you were expecting his sheepish assistant, who you caught staring at your breasts one too many times, you found a new girl. All plans seemed to be out the window until you noticed the way she looked at your chest as well.

The epiphany came and you leaned on the desk, learning her name.

Scarlet.

"How long did you say he would be?" You asked as she led you to his office as you noticed her eyes on your legs. Growing more nervous every second with you. Her nipples perky and tempting beneath her blouse.

"He usually takes about an hour for lunch...it's only been about ten minutes."

"Can I ask you something, Scarlet?"

"Of course!" She blushed with how quickly she answered.

"Are you fucking him?"

"What?! N-no-"

"It's okay if you are. I mean, I get it. He's suave and has a tongue that..." You arched your back and ran your fingers up your thighs at the idea.

"Makes a girl sorry she dumped him..."

"I haven't. I swear..."

"No?" She was honest. But turned on. "Do you want to?"

She bit her bottom lip. Her eyes cast to the side as you stood and began walking towards her.

"I don't blame you, Scarlet. He's sexy. Successful. Single..."

"He's in love with you..."

"Makes one of us..." You lied. You loved Rafe in your own twisted way. One of those being the seduction of his assistant all to make him understand.

"You ever think about him outside of work?" You asked, running your hands over her naked arms as she swallowed hard.

"You can tell me...it's just girl talk..."

"I think about..."

"Yes?"

"Him coming to my desk and eating me out..." I grinned, "While you watch..."

"Oh?" She nodded as you brushed over her nipples.

"So you want to come for me then?"

"Oh my God..." You twisted her nipples as she gasped.

"It's okay...you're a beautiful girl, Scarlet. But are you a good girl?" She nodded.

"So if I touch your little pussy, you'll be wet for me?"

"You don't even have to, I'm dripping right through..." She lifted her skirt to show you.

"So you are...poor thing...let me help..." You were slow to start. A palm against her clit as you walked her to the edge of Rafe's desk. Her hands shuffled papers as she rode hard against your hand as she created her orgasm.

"Be good for me, scarlet. Come for me..."

"I'm not quiet..."

"Even better." She erupted with whimpers of ecstatic chaos before holding your hand to her.

"Oh my God!" Horror filled her face. "Oh my God...oh my-" You were suddenly between her legs as those worries turned back into ecstasy.

"How about you give me one more and we see how good of a girl you are on your knees for me?"

RAFE'S POV

Why wasn't she home? She was always home midday! Was she on a date after I wouldn't let her come the last three times? I palmed myself behind the red light at the thought. Having to hire an assistant who wouldn’t be interested in me just to keep from fucking her between romps with my ex. My hand, however, was not so lucky.

Shit.

One pump.

Two pump.

Fuck. The thought of her face when she was close. The sound of her-

Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven.

HONK!

I pressed hard on the gas, teasing my phone to my ear where she ignored my call. She better be half naked in my office or my cock was gonna be stopped raw with how hard I was gonna make myself come in honor of her edgings.

I stormed through the office. Using the elevator before watching a few curious employees angling themselves towards my office. My assistant was fired when I saw her again for letting anyone in my office without permission.

"Fuck!" The exclamation made my blood boil.

That bitch!

I expected Topper. Maybe even the Maybank kid I hired as custodial crew as his wandering eyes always caught my girl. But not this...

"Just like that!" She ordered Scarlet as I stood in wait to my ex girlfriend being eaten out by my assistant. The sight made me so fucking hard that I nearly came three times before I acted.

"Get back to work!" I howled, slamming the door before she turned to face me.

"Mister Cameron!" Scarlett gasped before she was buried back between my girl's legs.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Coming all over your fucking desk...what is this? Three times? Might be four...she's soooo..." Her back arched as I saw the evidence. Cum stained contracts and I groaned at knowing what I missed.

"You like her between your legs?"

"I think the fact I've already come that many times should be...Fuck! Yes! Like that!" I took Scarlet's hair, wrapping my fingers tightly to guide her against my girl.

"Rafe-"

"I make you come. No matter how hard this makes me...and I'm fucking stone..." I paused, considering using both of them for me. Both bent over my desk. Both available. Kissing each other. Fingering each other as I took turns on their-

"Fuck..."

"Hurts doesn't it?" I scoffed realizing what this was.

"You playing with me, baby?"

"She is...and she's even better than you..." I forced Scarlet harder into her snatch as she cried out in ecstasy.

"Yeah? That better?"

"So much!" I noticed how scarlet was using her own hand and I captured it and sucked in the fingers.

"Pity. Because nobody is as sweet as you..." Scarlet ignored the insult.

"Leave..."

"Don't you dare...oy God!" She moaned as Scarlet fingered herself faster.

"Get the fuck..."

"Rafe! Please! She's so good...."

"Yeah?" Before you could come, he took the back of Scarlet's neck and forced her to take his dick. Fucking her face, yours pulled open in awe. The way her eyes watered made you understand the beauty he commented on watching you do the same.

"Shit, you weren't kidding! I think I could come..." Suddenly you were jealous of the way Scarlett smiled. The game was no longer fun as it was a challenge. Climbing off the desk, you took his cock from between her breaths and took over. His eyes rolled as he pulled your hair, the second you found a rhythm, he deprived you of him.

"No baby...she might be even better...fuck! She doesn't fight me...and she doesn’t even gag." Your eyes narrowed as you pushed her away completely and sucked him down.

"Fuck baby! That's it. You want my attention? She was willing to cry for my cock ..what would you do?" You tasted his release when slowing to take him completely.

"Look at me when you choke on it." He scoffed. "Thank you, Scarlett, you're dismissed." She nodded. "Oh...and you're fired."

"But-"

"Leave!" He hissed to the depth you took him. Hollowed cheeks and eyes rolling to the moans made of your name.

"Do you see what I do for you? Now I have no assistant...I'm gonna be behind now because you're such a little whore for me..." He yanked you to the desk, bending you and thrusting only once as he buried himself to the hilt. The pain was excruciatingly erotic and made you tremble as his hand wrapped to your front. Your clit begging as you nodded.

"I should make you spend all day on your fucking knees while I have to work...Shit, I still might...but I need to fuck this pussy and get my load inside you-" He began, rough and direct. Stretching you as you could scream.

"They already know what you're doing...don't hold back-" He growled as you moaned without care.

"If they could only see you right now..." He paused. "Matter of fact..." He pulled you to his door. The plague glass would be enough to make out your silhouette as he pushed you against it. Fucking you and fingering your clit as you could both here mutterings on its rivaling side.

"Bet you're making them so fucking hard right now....give them a reason to be...right now!" You were taken hard against the glass.

"That's it.. let them hear you..." He slapped your ass. Hard. Hard enough to send you completely against the glass and stiffen. Again. Three times.

"Yes!" You cried out as he pulled your hair.

"I'm fucking coming...oh God...take every fucking drop in that tight little cunt ...come on...take it! Yeah yeah yeah...." He pulled out immediately, lifting you back to the desk and fingering you hard enough to make the squelch audible through the door. He covered your mouth.

"Listen..." The sound of his fingers was the only thing he allowed. "Fuck, I'm already throbbing again..."

"Rafe!" You muttered into his hand.

"Squirt or I'm taking that ass..." He began to press to the tight hole and your eyes rolled.

"Ooh...you want me to?" You bit your bottom lip.

"Oh fuck...come right now...right now and you'll get me there..." You tremors between sobs but he pulled you upwards, fucking his fingers harder as you squirted against him.

"Keep fucking coming...oh yeah..."

"I can't!"

"You will!"

"Oh God!"

"I'm your fucking God, you call my name...you soaked my cock...you have my fingers making you come. You say my fucking name...come on..."

"Ra-"

"Is it too good baby? Am I too deep? Feels so fucking good don't ir?"

"Oh God...I'm gonna..."

"Yeah?"

"Fuuuuck...oh baby..."

"Do it "

"Ahhhhhhh! Rafe! I'm coming!"

"Yes the fuck you are...oh shit....look at that...oh damn..." His forehead rested against yours.

"Oh my God..."

"Did that go how you thought? Is that what you wanted to have happen?" You glared. "Because next time you feel anyone between your legs, you'll find their last breath to be making you come. Because it was hot enough to watch. But nobody else gets to see you come."

"Rafe..."

He dragged you by your hair until you were on your knees beside his desk. "Now you're gonna blow me all afternoon, making me come until I fucking say. Gotta lot of work to do without an assistant."

"Did you make her do this?"

"Would you be jealous?" You wanted to fight it, but you couldn't do it, you only nodded.

"No baby. I've only come inside you...and I plan to all night. So shit the duck up and swallow me. And don’t think I’m paying you a fucking dime.”

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applebloomer1 · 1 year

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I absolutely adore the relationship between error and pj in loyal servant

Oh, I'm going to do a deep dive about this one...

The relationship between Error and Paperjam was both fun and heartbreaking to write. Primarily because their story isn't one that gets a truly happy ending. Its not a "I'm going to completely change my personality and be a better father, and everything will be perfect." sort of ordeal.

Error loves PJ, but he is unable to express it. He's too wrapped up in the reputation he's made for himself to believe he's capable of being a father. He says; "I left. That's what I did for you, PJ. That was the only thing I could do for you." Which is a testimate to how he cares but believes his child is better off without him. In his mind, being around would only make things worse for PJ.

On the flipside, Paperjam never understood this. They grew up believing that the only reason either of their parents were distant and/or downright cruel was because of who they were as a person. They're too much like Ink, or they're too much like Error. That definitely helped to breed PJ's desire to find balance. The desire to destroy the other gods didn't truly stem from hating what their parents fighting did to others, but more so what it did to them. In their mind, the feud between Ink and Error was to blame for their lack of family ties.

To hear Error tell them that's not the case flipped a switch. It told them that the reason he wasn't there wasn't because he hated Paperjam's very existence, but because he was afraid to hurt one of the few things he loved within the multiverse. His hands have caused pain and suffering throughout the entire multiverse, so how was he supposed to use them to be gentle and kind? He wasn't sure, so he kept his distance. It was out of love.

Then theres my boyfriend's reason for liking the dynamic.

Error tells them: "You are like me." And: "It was for your own good. I had to keep you away." which could also be read as Error's way of trying to prevent PJ from ending up like him. Error believes himself to be this source of evil. Everything he's done has been for a selfish and cruel reason. If Paperjam were to see him; were to look up to him, they might just end up the same way. He doesn't want that for Paperjam.

He became especially hostile towards Paperjam during the whole Book of a Thousand Souls incident, possibly because of some thought process along the lines of: This is something I'd do. I left so you wouldn't become this way. Why are you still being this way? Why aren't you better than me?

Point is, Error has a very difficult time with expressing love. Him telling Paperjam that he only wanted what was best for them is probably the closest he'll ever get to sounding like an actual father, which he notes in the story.

When Error admitted these things to Paperjam, they stiffen and go quiet yet still end up with watering sockets. There's so much relief and pain that it overwhelms them. All they ever wanted was to believe that somehow they were loved. And Error finally made sure that they knew it. Perhaps not in the way PJ hoped, but it was clear enough for them to understand. They know Error loves them, and thats that matters to PJ. Anything else is a bonus.

....Sorry I like talking about characters. Asks like these will get long responses out of me.

#loyal servant #ask #paperjam sans #Error Sans #rant

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blind0demon · 1 year

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In Sickness And In Health

Summary: Kenshi takes care of his partner who wouldn't stay in bed no matter how hard he tries to convince her to, so he tries a different approach.

Pairing: Kenshi Takahashi x Vesper Cammeron

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Word Count: 4,2K

Author's Note: This contains the events happening after Mortal Kombat Snow Blind with my favorite ship and I'm happy to finally get it done.

The old door opened with a squeak as Vesper walked into the small hut. She sighed in happiness that she could finally get outside and take a look around the small village where she resided but her joy didn't last long when she noticed Kenshi standing a few meters away from her with a sour look on his face. Damn it, she could've sworn that he'd return later than her and wouldn't have noticed her disappearance, but she was wrong. "Did I give you permission to get out of your bed and especially leave the house? What were you thinking?" He lectured her like an angered father that just found out that his daughter left house arrest.

The woman growled in irritation and slammed the door behind her to lean her back against the wooden surface. "Nothing has happened to me, doc. It's just a short walk around the street to improve my health" She explained carelessly but he only shook his head in disappointment. "The only way to improve your health is to rest and listen to the real doctor who knows best how to treat you" Kenshi said and walked over to her to put his hand against her forehead to check her temperature. She was a demon so her body heat was always higher than one of a human, but the man got used to it and was able to tell whether she had a fever or not and to his relief, she didn't but it was still higher than usual.

"See? I'm as good as ready to kick some Black Dragon ass and pay them back for losing my limb" Vesper shouted in excitement and pretended to fight the man in front of him while he tilted his head with an awkward smile to her vigor. It was a pleasant difference compared to a few weeks ago when she was lying in bed, unable to move a muscle as her organism was fighting for its life. Even if they won the battle against Kano and his army, they didn't leave unharmed with the girl suffering the most. He also caught a few injuries himself, a few of his fingers missing but it wasn't as bad as losing a hand like Vesper. It was hard to sit by her side and wait for her state to get better but at least they found a doctor in time to help her and give them a temporary place to stay. Days moved by as she slowly recovered from the excessive blood loss and high fevers caused from the wound getting infected but she was a fighter and giving up just wasn't an option.

He ordered her to sit on the bed while he uncovered the bandages covering her injury to inspect its progress in recovery and put some ointment on the skin. She tried her hardest not to let him know that it caused her slight discomfort but it had to be done to make her feel better. All this time, she kept staring at him while he did his work. By this time, it was evening so the orange rays of sunlight kissed his skin which only made him look even more attractive than he already was. Despite being blind, he could still sense her gaze lingering over his body as her cold blue eyes kept drilling into him but he got used to the feeling of being watched.

She was his girlfriend after all, he couldn't just tell her to stop even if it crept him out sometimes. "Are you still mad at me?" Vesper blurted out, breaking the silence, her legs carelessly swaying in the air. "No, I just don't want you to get worse" He responded honestly, finishing up his work and covering the wound with clean material. "Fuuck, I just can't sit here all day and do nothing. Seeing the same four walls is driving me nuts already. You follow me, right? When you lost your sight, you didn't just give up and do nothing either" She started bragging angrily, hoping for him to understand her as he tried to wrap the bandage with difficulty as her body kept on moving as she talked.

It was true that he wouldn't let his injury destroy his future and he fought through many obstacles to come where he is now and there were many times where he wanted to give up. However, he wasn't alone. He had his friend, Kuai who helped him train and learn how to survive without eyesight and he had Vesper. Maybe she wasn't as good of a teacher as the other man, but she still tried and Kenshi appreciated it non the less. She was that one spark of joy that always shone through the darkness that covered his surroundings and gave him the reason to move on, so now he wanted to be the same for her when she needed him the most.

"I know, Vesper. Just seeing you in pain made me realize how much I care about you and how quick I could lose you" Kenshi confessed, before finishing the task and smiling up at her. She didn't say anything for a while and just looked at him, seemingly touched by his words. It's not often when they talked to each other about personal feelings as both tried to make themselves look tough and confident. The world wasn't a place that accepted weakness so they had to adjust. Especially her. As a demon, she was born in a different world, surrounded by death itself where each day was a struggle of survival which greatly desensitized her.

She later became an assassin for a man who only saw her as a tool to use and kill whenever he pleased. Now, she was free but the scars of her past were still there and letting themselves know each time she woke up and each time she went to sleep. Sometimes Vesper wondered if she truly loved the boy, if she was really capable of feeling these types of emotions.

After a moment, she put her hand on his face and rubbed her thumb against his skin with a smile. "Thanks for taking care of me, I know that I sometimes may be a pain in the ass so I think you deserve a reward for your hard work" She said and leaned in to give him a smooch on the lips, before parting away.

"Aww, you didn't have to, but I wouldn't mind another" He answered with a devilish grin and put his hands on each corner of the bed to lift himself up and return the gesture. The demon chuckled into the kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck to keep him even closer than before. His grip tightened as she lightly bit his lower lip, causing him to gasp. Vesper used that opportunity to slip her tongue inside and explore his mouth while her nails trailed over the back of his neck, giving him goosebumps. Sneaky girl, he thought to himself and kissed back, dragging his wet muscle over her forked one.

Too invested in the activity, he didn't even notice himself basically pushing her whole body on the bed, as she held tightly onto him with no care in the world either. Perhaps he will forgive her for getting out of the room without asking, just this once. Kenshi could feel her legs pressing themselves against his hips in excitement while she showed no signs of stopping, not until the last bits of air left her lungs. They continued this tantalizing game till they parted away, both trying to catch their breath. The man could feel her familiar piercing gaze lingering over him once again as she panted, her arms still resting on his shoulders.

"Well, that was nice. I will go make dinner now" He said matter of factly and began to walk away. "What, no!" She protested and took a hold of his wrist, enabling him to leave. "As much as I'd like to make out with you further, you're supposed to rest, so stay here" He said sweetly and yanked his hand away from her grasp. Vesper growled loud enough for him to hear, but he didn't budge against her stubbornness. She just looked at him as he walked away, her sharp pupils now dilated like the one of a cat watching its prey. They often made out with each other and that was always about it but this time, it wasn't enough. She wasn't the type to take no for an answer and little did Kenshi know, you don't turn your back on a predator.

The woman swiftly lifted herself off the bed and ran over to him and before Kenshi could realize what was happening, his back hit the mattress with her on top of him. "What the… I told you not to teleport me, this creeps the hell out of me!" He said angrily but she only laughed at his pitiful position as she sat herself comfortably on his abdomen. "Should've known better before you decided to date a teleporter" Vesper teased. He should've also thought before he chose to go out with a bratty teenager in the body of an adult that was surprisingly older than him. Sometimes he wondered if he really was younger than her.

"You know, screw all that medicine. I think I know just the right thing to make me fully stand on my toes again" She whispered seductively, her hand tugging at the corners of the man's shirt, clearly letting him know what she wanted. Kenshi gulped in nervousness as her weight pressed his body further into the bedsheets, enabling him to move away. "Maybe we should wait till you fully recover. I don't think you're completely sane at the moment" He answered, attempting to escape the situation by pushing her off of him but Vesper took a hold of one of his palms before leaning against his face.

"I'm more than sane right now and I'm certain that I've been waiting way too long for this moment to arrive" She growled but realized by the look on his face that she might have gone a little too far. In most of her previous relationships, having intercourse was the only thing that kept her and her partner together so even if Kenshi didn't ask for any of that before, she still felt obligated to do it, even if she didn't have to. It still lingers behind her head sometimes but now she just wanted to get closer. To straighten the bond they already had. Her grip on his hand eased up as she straightened her back to look away in shame.

"Look, I love you and I really feel fine now, so why not do it?" The woman asked and waited for a moment as he seemed to think for a while before lifting himself off the pillow and sitting up in front of her. "It's not that I don't want it, I'm just worried that I might hurt you if you're not fully healthy" He confessed, stroking her damaged arm as he spoke. "That's not what you said when we first met" Vesper said with a grin and he shook his head in embarrassment, rubbing his temples at the memories of their meeting. He was an arrogant fighter, seeking to challenge anybody who seemed worthy and he just happened to encounter the girl who was well known for her outstanding performance in illegal fights.

Little did he know that she just barely escaped with her life from the Black Dragon and was covered in wounds and bruises. Despite that, he still challenged her and even mocked her as she refused at first but eventually agreed to battle him. She obviously lost, still weak from her breakout but he couldn't care less at that time. "I know, but I was selfish and thought that nothing bad could even happen to me before I've lost my sight. I can't afford to lose you as well" Kenshi said. "I understand" She murmured and pretended to feel sad for him to maybe change his mind.

He couldn't stand being around her when she was unhappy and decided to give in, even if in the back of his head he suspected that she wasn't really upset. "Fine, just tell me when you're feeling any type of pain, okay?" The man sighed in resignation but smiled as she immediately looked up at him with sparks in her eyes. "My charm does work after all" Vesper laughed and pressed her lips against his in a heated yet quick kiss while circling her arms around his neck. "You're mine now" She whispered possessively in his ear and started to leave open mouth kisses on his neck, enjoying the small noises and gasps coming out of him

She was still careful to avoid the burn marks that he got in the battle even if they healed a long time ago. Kenshi took a hold of her hips and settled her closer to him, feeling her body warmth radiating on his own. It was intoxicating and he loved it as he ran his fingers across her sides, occasionally gripping them harder as she bit him. Her sharp canines occasionally nibbled on his skin, feeling the heartbeat pulsating in his arteries. The woman knew that with the jaw strength greatly outgrowing the one of a human, she could rip his flesh apart without any effort and end his life within seconds.

Her excitement only grew when she had to resist the carnivorous urge to sink her fangs into him. And he's the one worried that he could hurt her, she thought with menace. Kenshi moved away from her and tugged at her shirt in a silence request to take it off. She obliged without a second thought and lifted her arms up for him to do his thing, before taking his own as well. "I could stare at that all day" Vesper commented, eyeing his exposed body and biting her lip. As expected, he was well built with each muscle begging to get marked by her. "Can't really say that for myself" He joked, pointing at the bandana covering his eyes.

"You don't have to, feel free to touch me whenever you want if that will help you visualize me" The woman said with a smirk and guided his hands to her neck, letting him feel the texture of her skin. It wasn't soft but rough, dried by the constant exposure to the hot wind and scorching sun throughout the years. From what he remembered when he was still able to see, she had black symbols that looked like tattoos on most parts of her neck and shoulders and he ran his fingers through them. Vesper told him that they were a type of seal that kept her looking like a human and prevented others from exposing her true form.

They emitted a weird aura, strong enough for him to tell whether he was touching them or not. He heard her gasp, as his hand ran down her neckline but stopped as the piece of fabric covering her chest stood in his way. He moved his arms behind her back and unclasped her bra, throwing it on the flood. Before the woman could say anything perverted at his action, the man pushed her on the mattress and settled himself on top of her. "Hah, think you can tame a demon?" She snickered, lifting herself on her elbows. "We will find out, won't we?" Kenshi answered and leaned in to give her the same treatment he got a while ago and began sucking hickeys on her neck while his fingers roamed over her heated skin.

He made sure to map every single little scar that bared her skin, traveling his hands up her exposed breasts. Vesper let out a moan when he pinched one of her nipples, experimentally twisting them between his fingertips to listen to her reaction. Each small gasp that left her mouth went right into his hardening shaft that rubbed uncomfortably against her clothed sex as he worked on her. She had noticed it too and thrusted her hips upwards, earning a surprised groan out of him. "Someone seems more excited than they said" The woman teased.

"And someone should speak for herself" He retaliated back and silenced her by putting more force on her sensitive flesh, rubbing it just the right way for her to lose her mind. Kenshi felt her legs lock themselves around his waist and pressed him closer to her, making it harder for him to focus on working on her while he was just centimeters away from her covered entrance. Screw that, he thought to himself after a while and straightened his back, leaving her on the bed panting for air. Vesper was prepared enough. His hands moved to his pants and he took them off of himself while the girl watched with a smile slowly growing on her face at the little performance.

"Now, that's a meal I wouldn't mind digging into right away" She commented, her eyes glistening at the sight of the man's throbbing erection just begging to wreck her insides. "Oh, shut up" He growled in embarrassment, fed up with her specific way of talking and helped her take the rest of her wardrobe off of her. She did feel a bit awkward with her body fully exposed at his mercy but the uncomfortable feeling quickly rushed away when he spread her legs open with his hand, the sensation of lust quickly returning back. The woman bit her lip as he teased her entrance with the tip of his manhood, making her even wetter than she already was.

Kenshi enjoyed the state he brought her to, her breathing growing rapid with each passing second of this torture as the muscles underneath her skin trembled in his touch as he firmly hold her thigh. He let himself wait for the pressure to become unbearable, enjoying the building up feeling till he wouldn't take it anymore. "Fuck me, please" Vesper whined, taking a grip on his shoulder to get his attention. She would never beg him for anything so it only showed how much power he had over her just with his light ministrations. "Very well" He answered, barely able to contain himself as well and pushed himself inside her and let out a shaky groan as her walls hugged him tightly.

The demon cursed out at the feeling of his flesh tearing itself through her insides and forcing her body to adjust to him. Her hand clawed at the sheets beneath her body as she shut her eyes, enjoying the mix of pleasure and pain while her partner waited for her to get used to him. Despite the small discomfort, she won't wait for it to disappear, she wanted to claim the price for all the suffering she had to endure and finally have him. Moreover, the pain felt great, as long as she experienced it, it was a sign that she was alive. She rubbed her fingers against the nape of his neck, signalizing in a silent motion that she was ready and he nodded, slowly rocking his hips against her.

He felt just as good as she expected when she daydreamed about their sacret encounter, sick in her bed that was not moving in sync with the boy's thrusts. Her clouded eyes kept drifting over his body, from the sight of his abdomen muscles contrasting each time he pushed himself further against her, to his face, trying to take in all the emotions he felt. A smile crept on her lips and she lifted herself up to hungrily kiss him, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him closer to her. His taste felt intoxicating, only increasing her animalistic need for him as she forced his lips to part and explore his wet cavern with her forked tongue.

She left him little to no air to breathe, too occupied with the ecstasy ripping through her system each time he slammed his shaft into her. Her fingers ran through his short dark hair and tugged on the roots as she occasionally moaned in his mouth. They stopped at the fabric wrapped around his head and covering his eyes so she went out of her way to take it off. However, before she could do that, Kenshi took a hold of her wrist to stop her. "I don't think that's the best idea. They're covered for a reason" He breathed out with a grimace on his face.

"I've seen worse, besides, you don't have eyes and I don't have a hand. It almost feels like we've been built for each other" She answered sarcastically, causing him to giggle and let her slip the bandana off of him. She let her fingertips trail over the scars covering his eyelids and trace the damaged skin while she pressed little kisses on the side of his face. The demon cherished him like a treasure that could disappear at any moment so she held him even closer as if to make sure that he wouldn't leave. "You're the best thing that ever happened to me" He said in a heated whisper while his hips frantically thrusted against her.

She couldn't help but stare at him in disbelief as she'd never heard anybody say this to her before. In the past, she was the opposite of his words, taking away other people's lives and only causing pain. She grew up to believe that she could do no good, let alone make someone truly happy. The boy was slowly changing her, making her feel emotions that she thought were long gone. Now, she wasn't just fucking him for the pleasure, she really felt like she was making love to a person who cared for her and wanted to protect her. Each caress against her skin, each kiss and word of affection created a warm feeling in her chest that made her feel emotional to the point where she might start crying in a second.

Vesper could sense her eyes starting to swell and tears forming in their corners so she blinked a few times, trying to get rid of them and not look weak in front of her partner. Instead, she attempted to focus on the buzzing euphoria in her system each time her insides were penetrated by the man's member. By this time, he was sliding in and out of her with no effort, only adding to the approaching climax both of them awaited. Her body felt as if it was set on fire, not knowing if it was because of his continuous thrusts or the fever but she couldn't care at that moment.

Her fingers clawed at his back as he sucked her neck, feeling his muscles tense underneath his skin. Eventually, the demon couldn't take it anymore and reached her finish, instinctively biting hard on his shoulder to the point where her fangs drew blood but damn, it felt satisfying. Kenshi growled in pain but didn't scold her, too busy chasing his own release and drunk with the feeling of her walls tightly hugging him. It didn't take long for him to end either and he swiftly pulled out of her before painting her stomach with his fluid, trying to catch his breath as he hovered over her.

"Shit, that was not bad" Vesper commented after a while and the man smiled and laid himself on the mattress next to her. "If this will keep you in bed and rest now, then I'm glad that I helped" He said and started playing with her long hair, lazily twirling them between his digits. "No way I'm getting out of here till morning, you as well" She smirked and wrapped her arms and legs around his body and pressed her face to his chest, ready to resist if he showed any signs of protest. "Dinner won't make itself, honey" The boy sighed but couldn't bring himself to push her off of him, not just because he felt tired but also because everything felt so peaceful at the moment.

He was still coming down from his high and having her so close to him felt too soothing to let go. Nothing bad would happen if he stayed like this for a few more minutes. Vesper didn't say anything snarky anymore and just listened to his calming heartbeat while her finger traced the bite mark on his shoulder, smearing the blood over his skin before taking it in her mouth. It tasted different than usual blood, sweeter to be exact. She did feel sorry for hurting him but she didn't regret biting him. At least everyone will know who he belonged to now.

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my-worst-nitemare · 8 months

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Beg For It

Summary: You've been a bit of a brat, but Jake will still give you what you want...if you ask nicely.

A/N: I got carried away with this one 😅

Warnings: begging, mean dom jake, sub!reader, slight brat!reader (key word slight), gender neutral!reader, rough sex, sir kink, light spanking, choking, face slapping, unprotected sex + jake cums inside reader (wrap before you tap folks), doggystyle, degrading, hair pulling, everything is consensual!!

Word Count: 1,514 (OH MY)

AO3 Link.

NSFW under the cut, 18+ minors dni.

You had known exactly what you had done, yet you refused to admit it. You and your boyfriend had been out on a date at a nice restaurant..until you decided to tease him. Now here you were, pinned up against the wall. One of Jake's hands restrained both of yours whilst the other wrapped around your throat. His body was pressed against yours, voice snarling in your ear.

"You want to fucking tease me baby? Is that what you want?" He squeezed the hand on your throat and you let out a quiet moan. You smirked at him and looked away, the ceiling suddenly becoming incredibly interesting.

Slap.

"Fucking answer me, brat." The moan you let out was embarrassing. Your hands now free, you rubbed against the spot on your face Jake had hit. He squeezed your throat tighter and pushed you further into the wall, your now free hands coming to wrap around his wrist.

"Here's what's going to happen..." Jake grasped your hip in his other hand, "I'm going to correct your bratty behavior. Understood?" You moaned at his voice, nails digging into the hand around your throat. You nodded, but that wasn't enough for Jake.

"I need words darling. I said, understood?"

"Yes sir, I understand." You moved your hands to his ass, squeezing it slightly and whispering in his ear, "But what if I don't want to behave?" Jake frowned, dragging you across the room and sitting you

"Doesn't matter what you want. You are going to behave, you know how I know that?" You shook your head. He moved one of your hands onto the front of his jeans.

"You feel me, baby? You feel how hard I am?" You nodded rapidly, "You know how I'm going to get you to behave?"

"Sir-" You were cut off as he hit you again across the face again, grasping your jaw and turning your face towards him.

"Well, you want my cock don't you?" You nodded once again, pushing back against him in an effort to mess with him more.

"Guess what, darling?" Jake's voice was dripping with anger (which you honestly found damn attractive) as he looked down on you. "You're not getting it."

You whined, lips forming into a slight pout as you realize your bratty behavior had backfired.

"Why so upset, baby?" He tucked your hair behind your ear before fisting it in his hand and tugging, nearly dragging you up from the bed to meet his face, "Sad that being a brat didn't work the way you wanted it?"

"I just- I just wanted attention," you moaned.

"You want attention? Well you've certainly gotten my attention now..."

"I want your cock so badly-" He yanked your hair again, effectively cutting you off.

"Quiet, slut. You're already in enough trouble, don't make things worse for yourself."

"But, sir-" He let go of your hair and you landed roughly on the bed.

"I'm going to turn around count to 20. By the time I'm finished I expect you naked and bent over this fucking bed. Then I am going to spank you for your misbehavior. If you can take it, you get my cock. If you don't, I will edge you and then leave you here, unable to cum. Do you understand?"

You bit your lip, contemplating on whether or not to listen. But after seeing Jake's stare, you decided you'd had enough and uttered the words he desired to hear.

"I understand, sir."

"Good. Now go." Jake turned around and began counting. A smirk could be heard in his voice as you stripped yourself of your clothing and eagerly bent over the bed. He finished counting and turned around.

"Well, looks like my little whore decided to be good for me huh?" He ran his fingers down your back, causing you to shiver.

"Sir..."

"I said be fucking quiet!" He slapped your ass and watched as you squeezed the sheets, biting your lip, "Look at that. You can be a good fucking whore for me." He laughed, rubbing the spot where he hit you.

"Now, stay still. The only words I want to hear out of your fucking mouth are the number we're on and 'thank you, sir' afterwards. If you mess up we start over, understood?"

"Yes sir." You struggle not to moan, leaning your head against the sheets.

"What's your word if you want to stop?"

"Pineapple."

"Good. Now count." Jake lifted his hand and brought it down on your ass hard. You fisted the sheets, uttering out numbers and "thank you sirs" as his hand came down again and again until you were a mess on the bed. You drooled onto the sheets, barely able to get out the words as Jake spanked you.

"Good." Slap. "Fucking." Slap. "Whore." He punctuated the last word with a huge slap on your ass, smirking at your pleasure filled reaction.

"There we go. That wasn't so hard was it?" He rubbed the spots he had hit once again, "You took it so well, honey. You behaved perfectly for me."

"Please..." You whined out, your eyes welling up with tears.

"Calm down for me sweets, you're alright. Do you need a break?" You smiled at Jake's caring nature, but shook your head.

"Sir, please, I want your cock!"

"Let's see..." He pet your hair once again, kissing your cheek, "No." You whined loudly at the refusal.

"Please, I've been so good!" Jake smirked at your needy behavior, bending down to whisper in your ear.

"Beg for it."

"Please, sir! I've been so so good for you, please I just want your cock in me!" He hummed once again before kissing your cheek.

"Alright darling. Hands and knees." You eagerly moved onto the bed as your boyfriend stripped himself down. You bit your lip as you heard Jake's clothes come off, the clank of his belt following shortly after.

"Please hurry!" You heard him chuckle as he positioned himself behind you, "Sir, why aren't you-" He thrust forward slightly, effectively cutting you off as you released a loud moan.

"Are you going to be good for me?" You nodded rapidly fighting at the urge to push your hips back into his. He placed one hand on your back, slowly entering you while whispering dirty praises into your ear.

"That’s a good slut." He waited for you to adjust until you started pushing back against him, desperate for friction. One hand held your hips while the other one yanked your hair once again. “I thought you were going to be good?”

You nodded your head and lay still as Jake seated himself inside of you. When you were finally relaxed, he leaned over you and whispered into your ear, “Now be good and stay still.”

With that he thrust forward and began fucking roughly into you, causing you to moan and squeeze the sheets as if they were a life line. Your cries echoed through the room and although he had barely started it just felt so good.

“There we go…now doesn’t that feel nice, sweetheart?” You were so lost in the pleasure that you could only moan in response. You felt your knees start to shake as Jake hit that spot that made you lose it.

“No no no, stay up for me pretty,” He said, hips hitting into yours harshly, “be good for me.” You pushed yourself up with all your might but you couldn’t and eventually you collapsed onto the bed. You could barely register the hand snaking around your throat and pulling you back upwards.

“I thought,” Jake thrust forward roughly, balls hitting your ass, "you were going to be good for me?" he snarled. You were unable to answer as you continued to cry out. You could feel your orgasm getting closer and you shakily reached down to touch yourself to soothe the ache.

Jake smacked your hand away, wrenching both of your arms behind you and thrusting harder.

"You cum on my cock or you don't fucking cum at all." You whimpered and nodded, moans spilling from your lips as you were being roughly fucked. Your noises grew louder and higher, signaling that you were close and Jake could tell.

"You want to cum, baby?"

"Yes! Please sir, let me cum I need to cum please I need it-" before you could finish Jake removed the hand around your throat. He reached down to touch you in time with his thrusts.

"J-Jake-"

"Cum for me, honey," he whispered into your ear, "Fucking do it!" You let out a final scream, leaning back into his touch as your boyfriend fucked you through your orgasm, his own following shortly. He held your hips, fucking into you a few last times before cumming inside of you.

After laying there for a few minutes, he pulled out of you and helped you up to your shared bathroom.

"Guess I should make you jealous more often huh?" you smirk.

"Don't make me punish you again, sweetheart," Jake replied, opening the shower door, "now get in the shower."

"Yes, sir."

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