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archermind · 6 months

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seen your post abt suggestions for a spencer reid fic, this has been marinating in my brain so pls bare with me. <3

spencer reid x aarons daughter! reader

maybe he forgets his lunch, and his daughter brings it in? or something along the lines of needing a tutor? ill take ANYTHING. bonus points if its fluffy and smutty

feel free to change anything!!!

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Arousal Theory

Spencer Reid x Aarons daughter!reader

Description: You are Aaron Hotchner’s only daughter. It is safe to say he is a little over protective of you. You have never been able to bring a guy friend home without your dad profiling them and scaring them away. The one guy he never thought to profile was his own co-worker, Spencer Reid.

Word count: 2,500 approx.

Content Warning: fluff and light smut, light choking, hair pulling, fingering, small age gap.

y/n/n = your nickname

Author note: omgomg! I'm so glad someone sent this request in! Don't worry anonymous, I too have had this scenario brewing in my head. I loved your suggestion, thank you for submitting it! I hope i have done your idea justice <3

You hated your dads job. Mainly because he was too good at it. Every boy you were ever remotely friends with, you weren't anymore. All because of Aaron Hotchner. Each time you invited a guy to your house, your dad kicked into his professional shoes and took it upon himself to profile the poor boy. No guy was ever good enough for you or some of their characteristics unnerved Hotch.

This was the reason why at 22 years old, you still had never had any romantic relationship. The most romance you received lately was with a $20 lovehoney sex toy you bought in a valentines sale. Now that is romance. Your days were spent scrolling through tumblr, ao3 and erotic ebooks - yet every time after finishing the romance novel that piqued your current interest, you felt like sleeping on the highway. You couldn't help but think… ‘If this is my life at 22, I'm going to be the lonely old cat lady by the age of 25’.

It was a casual Saturday, you stood within the kitchen as your cat purred lapping in and out of your legs as you prepared her food. You weren’t really a sociable person. You mainly spent your days studying, preparing late dinners for your dad and caring for your cat - cookie. It was the main reason you didn't stay in dorms for college, you couldn't stand others. Other people your age were out drinking or hooking up. You just simply didn’t have the energy to go out to a party every week.

Your feet padded along the tiled floor as you made your way to the fridge. Opening the door, you let out a gasp. Your dad had forgotten his lunch. The BAU day can get pretty long and you know your dad often gets so caught up in a case he forgets to eat. You grabbed the tub, a basic lunch packed inside of it. You lightly stifled a laugh, seeing your fathers poor excuse of a ‘nutritious’ lunch. Opening the tub you pulled out an apple, some crackers and cheese, along with a small sandwich. Enough to fill a five year old… not a hardworking, criminal catching 43 year old man.

Luckily, you had cooked too much cheesy spinach pasta for lunch. You packed Hotch a generous amount. Before putting it into a lunch bag, grabbing your keys and heading out of the door. After two tries of twisting the ignition key for your car, it suddenly kicked into motion. With winter approaching, your old beat up car was struggling. The drive wasn’t too long fortunately. Getting a space in the small Quantico parking lot was your greatest problem.

You made your way through the reception area of the building, confidently walking towards the elevator. However, you were abruptly stopped in your tracks after seeing the ‘out of order’ sign. You sighed making your way over to the stairwell. You saw someone entering through the stairwell door and realized the doors to the stairs were key card accessed.

“HOLD THE DOOR PLEASE!” you yelled, running towards the boy who held the door.

“Sorry, but you have to have an access card to be allowed through” the boy spoke, gesturing to his key card.

You squint your eyes to read his name before responding with a coy smile.

“Well actually… spencer.” you smiled at him, “i have to just quickly drop off my dads lunch, so could you be a sweetheart and just let me through?”

He shifted anxiously as you battered your eyelashes at him, trying your hardest to persuade the older boy.

“I guess so..” he responded, looking your impatient demeanor up and down “what floor are you heading to?”

“Floor four” you stated quickly as you rushed toward the steps, spencer hot on your trail

“That's good because I actually am too!” Spencer gleefully responded as you hummed in surprise.

You were slightly short of breath by the time you reached the fourth floor. Spencer however was still just as energetic as before. All throughout the walk up the stairs, he rambled about which tourist attraction has the most steps in the U.S after you made a single complaint about the elevator being out of order.

“Here we are,” spencer opened the door “who is your da-”

“Y/N/N?” Hotch exclaimed, coming up to you with his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Hey dad, I came here to bring you lunch… you forgot yours” you pointed out with a laugh

“Oh? I didn't realize” he gratefully took the tub from your grasp, “i see you have met Dr. Spencer Reid”

You and Spencer both looked toward each other. You gave him a polite smile and then nodded sweetly to your dad.

“I was just talking to Spencer this morning about how you could use his extensive knowledge to support you in your studies” he spoke confidently, yet.. You found yourself on the verge of protesting. As you opened your mouth, Hotch began again…

“He already said yes.”

Great.

You anxiously bit your nails and paced just behind the front door, awaiting the moment Spencer would knock. From the moment you both met, you thought he was handsome. The way his brown soft looking curls were all laid messy. The way his honey brown eyes stared focused on every point of your face, as you spoke. It made you want to know him more. Everything about Dr Spencer Reid intrigued you.

A knock broke your train of thought- or more like your fantasy imagination about your dads Co-worker. It sent a shock through you. You shook your arms attempting to get rid of your nerves. It is just a 26 year old man coming to help you study. Nothing else… nothing more. You gave yourself one last look in the mirror to check if you looked good - to study of course

You death gripped the handle of the front door and pulled it open to see Spencer stood there. He wore a hat, gloves and scarf to help protect him from the cold brittle air. It made you feel terrible for leaving him that extra few minutes in the cold. You smiled at him, motioning him to come into your home.

“Hotch told me you were studying psychology” he questioned, walking into the dining room.

“Uh… yea i am” you followed him through to the dining room, “would you like a hot chocolate?” you questioned him.

“I actually don't like hot chocolate” Spencer stated, giving a soft smile to lessen the harsh deny of your polite gesture.

“Neither do i…” you bit your bottom lip as you looked at him blushing. “Coffee?”

“Please,” Spencer smiled.

As you added the sugars into the coffees, you heard cookie meowing from the dining room. You grasped the coffees, making your way back to spencer. To your surprise Cookie had jumped onto Spencer's knee and began kneading his leg, purring. You placed the coffees down and laughed at her kitten-like attitude for Spencer, a random stranger. Until you saw how uncomfortable Reid was. You quickly shoo’d her off of him.

Time passed, the studying was long and quite boring . Spencer helped you create numerous flash cards to help you study and you both went through them. While studying, small talk was going on - you enjoyed getting to know Spencer. He was such an interesting person that you wished to know him more and more, deeper and deeper.

“I have an idea, for each question on these cards i guess right you get to ask me a question?” spencer suggested

You smirked in response, it was a good trade. He got to tutor me and I got to question him.

“Okay” you grinned

The questions were basic. ‘What is your favorite part of your job?’, ‘Who is your favorite co-worker?’, ‘what is your favorite book?’. You were actually making an effort in answering these silly little cards. However, you were never asking the questions you really wanted to ask… more about his personal life.

“What is the arousal theory?” Reid asked

“to be the physiological state of being aware, alert, awake or attentive” you spoke confidently

“Correct!” he shouted

“Okay…” you spoke slowly and playfully

you thought long and hard about what you wanted to know about Spencer, your mind immediately going to the one and only thing you were desperate to know. Although it was wildly inappropriate to ask your dad’s co-worker, you just couldn't help yourself.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” you spoke mumbled and shy.

“No.” he answered sharply, “do you- uh… have a boyfriend?” he blushed.

It was new year's eve and you were currently dressed in a silver satin dress. You felt confident but nervous as you stood beside your dad, hugging a tub of home baked cookies on the doorstep of Rossi’s house. He had invited hotch and you over to his annual new year party. You knew Spencer was going to be there hence why you dressed at your best.

Little to your fathers knowledge, you and Spence had grown closer and closer. Although you both were nothing serious. You could feel the tension between you both with every brush of your hands, sip of coffee and longing stare. You couldn't be more grateful for your weekly study sessions, you were gaining more marks on each essay and exam - all thanks to spencer.

Walking into the party, you were engulfed in hugs from Hotch’s co-workers. Everyone was so kind. You listened to the group of friends laugh and joke. Yet, you couldn’t help but notice Spencer was missing from the large tight-knit group. You glanced around the room, in search of the man you were obsessed with. You couldn’t help but worry that he wasn't here at all.

“I'm going to go grab a drink” you informed hotch before rushing off into the crowd. You were in search of a beverage and a smartass man who took up every inch of your thoughts. You pushed past small crowds making your way to the drinks table. Your eyes scanned the room, still no sign of Reid.

“You look beautiful Y/N” a voice whispered in your ear.

You jumped slightly at the hot breath on your neck sending shivers down your spine. You smiled instantly knowing exactly who it was behind you. You quickly spun around and threw your arms around his neck, giving him the tightest hug. He smelled good and you found yourself sinking further into his arms for longer.

“Should we get away from the crowds” you asked him, looking up at him, remembering a discussion you had about his hate for big crowds during a study session.

He nodded and swiftly guided you through Rossi’s home and up the stairs to a bathroom. You giggled as he closed and locked the door. You loved sneaking around to have some privacy for whatever it was going on between you both. It made you feel special and giddy for the tall boy who you had grown so close to. Spencer now towered over you as he stepped closer, placing his hands on your waist and lifting you onto the giant bathroom counter.

The room was silent but the tension was thick. You licked your lips as they went dry from anticipation for anything to happen. You stared up at him as Spencer tucked a stray strand of hair that fell in front of your face behind your ear. You have never wanted a man more and it was a lot for you to admit. You felt vulnerable under his touch and gaze. You and Spencer searched in eachothers eyes, looking for any indication in each other's stare if you both felt the same way.

You found yourself leaning into the temptation and to him. Spencer was quick to close the gap. You both kissed passionately and slowly, enjoying the moment that had been a long time coming. You smiled as he pulled away.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long Y/N” he blushed at his confession

“I wish you didn’t wait so long Spence”

You kissed him again and felt his hand go to your neck, applying light pressure. You moaned at the contact. Slowly Spencer began to pepper kisses along your jawline. You hummed at his actions. You felt yourself grow with more need for him. Both of your breathing became heavy as your lust and want for each other grew stronger. You felt Spencer's hand trail up your thigh as his tongue played with yours in a heated make out. You pulled away and looked down as his hand grazed your clothed pussy. You were soaked for him and ready for his touch but so hesitant. You didn’t want this to be a one time thing, no matter how much you wanted this.

“Is this okay Y/N?” Spencer questioned you concerned for the worried look you held in your expression.

“Yes Spencer p-please” you whined needy, pushing the negative thoughts away.

Quickly Spencer pushed your panties aside, you gasped at the sudden touch of his cold fingers against your heat. He began stroking small circles on your clit causing your head to fall back from the pleasure. He bit back a smirk at the reaction you had for his touch. You whined as you felt a finger brush near your entrance.

“You have to be quiet baby” he spoke gently, shushing you before plunging his fingers into you.

You moaned in response and then Spencer clasped his spare hand over your mouth to try and muffle the reaction coming from you, not wanting your father and his boss to know what you both were getting up to in his co-workers bathroom. He kept the pumping of his fingers at a steady rhythm as his thumb massaged circles on your clit. Spencer's hot mouth went to your neck biting and sucking at the skin. It seemed your entire body was sensitive for him. Every touch, kiss, and word from him caused an elicit reaction.

You began to ride his hand and fingers faster as you grew closer to your finish. While he sped up the thrusts of his fingers, you could hear the countdown to new year about to start. Spencer knew you were about to cum and instantly knew what he wanted from you.

“You only cum when i want you to” spencer growled his order into your ear

your legs and body began to shake from the overwhelming knot of pleasure in your stomach. Your body writhed and wriggled against the counter as his thumb applied pressure to your sensitive overstimulated clit. You were a mess, dripping with arousal.

10… 9… 8… 7… 6… 5… 4… 3…

“Hold it Y/N!” Spencer grunted

2..

“Look at you such a good girl Y/N” he praised, stroking your hair out of your face but grabbing a fistful and pulling your head back to look at him….

1…

“Cum for me!” Spencer begged as he watched you come undone from his touch.

You whined from your climax. Trying your hardest to gain the full ability of your mind as it was going wild from your overstimulation. Spencer kissed your forehead as your chest heaved up and down. You smiled letting out a light laugh.

“Happy new year Spence” you smiled into his kiss

“What a way to come into the new year Y/N”

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darlingsfandom · 6 months

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Being in a age gap relationship with Jim (delinquent season) and he is a perv & a little bit pathetic

We LOVE pathetic men around here 🥺💕

It was wrong! Very wrong. Jim was married, not happily but still married. He shouldn't be thinking about you. You're his neighbor. You've barely said two words to him since you've moved in next door. He often finds himself thinking about the day you moved in eight months ago. You were watching as some movers brought in the heavier stuff , sitting all pretty like on the porch swing with your legs crossed. Did Jim go say hi? No. He stood watching from his kitchen window. It wasn't until the next day when you were checking the mail that Jim came to meet you. He found out your name, where your from, that he's literally double your age and that you have a cat named Dumpling. And for eight long months Jim watched your every move.

Now here you are standing in front of him and his wife talking about how you've adjusted to the town while having a nice spaghetti dinner. Jim shouldn't be paying that much attention on how you slurp a noodle.

"So... any men around catch your eye yet!?" His wife let out a little laugh and so did you.

"Uh not really... just still focusing on myself you know? Don't want to rush anything." You we're lying through your teeth. Truth is you did have on eye on someone... Jim! Yeah we double your age and married but you knew Jim wanted you.

"You're right! It's good to focus on yourself and know what you like." His wife gave you a smile before sipping her wine. "If you'll excuse me... ladies room." She left , leaving the two of you alone. You sat there with a smirk on your face as you watched Jim stir in his seat. Your foot trailed up his inner thigh and press gently in his crotch. You licked your lips at him before getting up out of your seat , walking up to him and placing your hands on his shoulders.

"It's been a week Jim." You pouted at him.

"I know sweetheart, but she's going out of town tomorrow." He touched your cheek gently.

"Then listen carefully.... as soon as she's gone, you're coming over and fucking me or I swear, I'll give you blue balls from hell! Got it?" You cupped his face and smirked before quickly returning to your seat.

A few seconds later his wife returned with a smile that was faked. "How did you enjoy dinner?" She asked politely as you placed a paper towel on your plate.

"It was delicious . Jim's a lucky man." You smiled and gave her a wink as she blushed. Both of you helped clean up after dinner as Jim excused himself to the bathroom. You noticed the hard on straining against his pants as he ran in there.

"Probably all the wine." His wife laughed as you handed her the rest of the dishes. You helped wipe up the table as she washed the dishes and loaded the washer. Just as you went to talk her phone rang and she quickly asked you to tell Jim she had an urgent call. You made your way into the bathroom because Jim being Jim and rushing in there didn't lock it.

"JESUS CHRIST!" He jumped as he heard you enter the bathroom. "My wife is home and you know we can't ..."

"Shut up! She had an urgent phone call apparently and you're in here fucking your fist thinking of me." You we're fed up with the situation. You didn't being a secret but maybe you were fed up because usually you two could sneak in a quickie during the week but it's been a week and the most you've gotten is seeing Jim jerk off through the window.

"Then fuck... finish me off please!" He gave you a pout and how could you stay mad? You walked up behind him , laid your chin on his shoulder and jerked him off fast. It felt good to hold his fat cock again but it wasn't enough. You watched as his face twisted in pleasure as a silent orgasm hit him and his cum shot into the toilet.

"That's a shame, should've been shot up into me!" You kissed his shoulder before letting go of his cock and walked out of the bathroom with a sour look on your face. Jim followed shortly behind. He was wrapped around your finger and in too deep with how much he needed you.

#cillian murphy blurb #cillian murphy smut #cillian murphy x y/n #cillian murphy x fem!reader #cillian murphy x reader #Cillian Murphy as Jim #emsblurbs

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peachyloveswriting · 1 year

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Kyle x reader who has social anxiety?

CLUB CELEBRATION --- Kyle Brovloski

SUMMARY: Kyle drags you to the club for Kenny's birthday but you're not very thrilled.

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Stan and Kenny are standing outside waiting for Kyle and I when we open the front door. Kyle smiles and greets them with a hello while I softly wave my hand. Reaching back Kyle intertwines our fingers before tugging me along beside him. "We're ready to go now?" He asks as he makes his way to his friends sides. All turning, we walk down the sidewalk towards Kenny's truck. It's still on, waiting for us while snow falls all around.

"Yeah. Night out at the club for your birthday Kenny." Stan claps him on the back and smirks at him. "Hell yeah!" Kenny retorts.

We all pile into the truck, squished closely together while Kenny shifts gears awkwardly in front of Stan's open legs. I'm squished in-between Stan and Kyle, my thighs pressed tightly together. I'm surprised they wanted me to come with, especially to a club. Kyle didn't want to disrespect me by going alone which I would've been completely fine with. But he begged for me to go. I didn't want to go for a good reason, being around so many people is nerve wracking. Even just sitting with so many people now is enough to unsettle me. Of course I know these people so I feel comfortable being here and chatting, however the public part is going to kill me.

After the longest ride to the club in the next town over, we file back out onto the snowy streets and make our way towards the entrance. Kenny's the first to make his way to the door, holding it open to the rest of us. "Let's get fucked up tonight, yeah?"

The guys around me cheer before pulling me into the chaos that is the club. Bright lights flash all around and loud electro music rumbles in the background. All around is the loud chatter and shouts of the visitors all around us, their bodies all merged together on the dancefloor. I can feel the tension building, all the half naked women grinding against guys making me nervous. Kyle drags me to an empty booth table. "We're going to go grab a drink. Want one?" He asks.

"I'm supposed to be the designated driver. Remember?" I respond. He stares at me before nodding and leading the guys off towards the bar. I'm left alone in my seat, everyone's walking around the table with purpose. Each one of them eyes me strangely as they pass. It must be strange seeing me sitting here all alone. They probably think I'm weird cause I'm not dressed inappropriately or drinking. That feeling grows unsettling on my shoulders. Setting my hand on the table top I pick at my nails before eventually pulling out my phone as a distraction. It feels like Kyle should have been back by now but trying to get through a crowd would take a while. So I try to keep still, dating the urge to jolt up and look for him by bouncing my knee.

"Excuse me ma'am." I hear over the noise. I glance over to see a tall slender lady with barely any clothes covering her body. She's absolutely drop dead gorgeous. "Are you here alone?" She quires.

My stomach drops and I open my mouth stupidly to speak. I'm not here alone, I'm with friends is what I want to say but nothing comes out. "Ma'am?" She repeats.

"Ah. She's with us." Kyle scoots from behind her and slides into the seat with me, he holds a beer in his hand and takes a sip of it before smiling at me. She nods, observing the other two as they sit down.

"Right. Enjoy your stay." She moves along to the side and disappears from sight. Small chatter between the boys begins to pick up but I sit silent in my corner. The occasional laughter calls for even somewhat relevant smiles or fake huffs of laughter, otherwise i don't say a word. This whole situation is rather uncomfortable and being brought here with so many people watching is horrible. I'm not terribly focused on the conversation at hand until Kyle nudges me.

"You well them what happened babe." He urges me. My stomach churns and a cold cavernous hole opens up inside my chest. I feel so small, everyone's looking right at me while I look on like a deer in headlights. I give a nervous smile.

"I'm sorry. What are we talking about?" If only the floor could open and wallow me whole, I'd gladly never come back. Kyle's smiles falls and his brows crease. 'Well, ok. Let's move on shall me?" He suggests to the others. Very softly his hand slides around my waist and softly squeezes my side. I figure it's a way of reassurance, just to show not to be worried but my heart is already pounding in my ears. Suddenly it feels like the middle of summer and the moisture is choking every breath.

"I'm going to step out for a bit." I whisper into Kyles ear. He looks and smiles with a nod, sliding out of the seat to let me past. All three watch me as I rush around the corner, my small bag slung around my shoulder. Shoving past a small group of people and towards the door, sporadically I shove it open and step into the cold night's air. Taking a deep breath and looking up at the cloudy sky my eyes flutter. The streets are empty around me, save for the few stragglers. Walking towards Kenny's truck, I extend my hand to the door handle. It shakes harshly like a leaf in the wind, something I hadn't noticed until I stepped outside. Firmly gripping the handle I pull it open and toss my bag inside. The quiet around me is reaffirming that no one is watching, I'm alone.

I hop into the passenger side seat an settle in with my legs out the side. The wind blows softly around the truck, the wind somewhat finding it's way into the truck. I shudder. In my rush to get outside I sadly left my jacket inside and now that I'm out here I'm not going back in for a bit. Just the though of going back in makes my stomach churn with unease and nausea creep up my spine. The door to the club opens and a younger couple exits, I find myself hoping that it's Kyle coming to find me though I doubt he would try. he was already having such a great time with his friends and I don't want to ruin that. Pulling my phone from my pocket I stare at the blank screen, there's no notifications. It's always dry, but I want so badly to text him. Even just staring at our messages I can't gather the courage to bother or faulter his mood.

Nervous, I start typing the first words of what I want to say. Abruptly his voice startles me. Shouting, my phone slips from my hand and falls to the floorboard screen up. Kyle leans down and picks it up, carefully studying my words.

With a hand over my chest, I scowl. "Kyle, why would you do that? I nearly had a stroke!" I fuss. The scare makes my chest ache and body shake with adrenaline.Giving the phone back to me with a soft smile he chuckles. "Didn't meat to. You forgot your coat, I was coming out to give it to you before you got cold but, looks like I'm too late." He points out.

Turning the phone off and sliding it back in my pocket, I hum. "Well thanks Kyle, that's sweet." His gloved hands slide over mine, the warmth is stark in contrast. "Scoot over, let me get you warm." He takes the folded jacket from his arm and places it around my shoulder before sliding me over. I turn quietly while he slides in beside me, an arm eventually comes to rest around my shoulder.

"What if someone sees?" It feels weird to be so open about this sort of thing even with really no one around. Though my question might seem stupid just thinking of other people watching again makes my whole body ache.

Kyle looks at me inquisitively. "What would that matter?" he counters. I shrug and look at the floor board. I know it doesn't matter but my nerves are so shot already that I'm not sure I can handle much more. His arm slides down to my waist and pulls me closer before he grabs my other hand with his free one. "Why'd you come out here?"

I sigh and a white cloud leaves my mouth. I feel bad for pulling him away from his night out with his friends even though he came out here just because he wanted too. "I just needed fresh air." I raise my gaze to meet his. "I hate crowds."

A sympathetic frown tips the edges of his lips down. "Is there anything I can do?" He asks. Just like before when we were inside his hand reassuringly squeezes my side. I shake my head. "No. It's just social anxiety, I hate being in places like this." The though of all those people watching and judging me makes me shudder with discomfort.

'I'm sorry. I didn't know." He hums softly. his genuine disappointment bring amusement to my face. Chuckling, I shake my head and smile up at him. "Don't be sorry. It's not you're fault. I can't help it."

A glimmer in his eyes lights up and he grins at me, leaning forwards to press his forehead against mine. His warm breath fans my face as he speaks. "I know. I just feel responsible for you." Very quickly he kisses my forehead and engulfs me in a warm and safe hug. Smiling softly, I hide my face in his shoulder. "Thank you, for being worried."

Kyle pulls back to look at me again. "Don't, I'm supposed to be worried about you. we're dating." His reassurance makes the hold in my chest slowly closes, bringing with it the warmth of a fire.

I snort, resting my hand on his bicep gently. "I'm thankful anyway. I didn't meat to kill the mood though."

"Kill the mood?" He repeats. I nod sheepishly. "You didn't kill the mood. If anything you made it awkward without you there." He whines. 'You should come back inside with me, we can come back out whenever you like." He offers.

Looking down at his hand covering mine, I hum. "Sure." Knowing I didn't ruin anyone's night or cause any problems eases my nerves. AT least now that Kyle knows I won't be going in alone to deal with it myself. He'll be beside me to keep me grounded, so I'm not alone.

#kyle broflovski #kyle broflovski x reader #south park headcanons #south park x reader

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jpmarvel90 · 9 months

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A Daughter Like You

Masterlist Nat Masterlist

Relationship: MamaNat x 16 yr old Reader

Summary: An arguement between mother and daughter could turn deadly.

Word Count: 3917

Y/N's POV:

You'd think that being the daughter of THE Black Widow would have Its perks, but you'd be wrong. I love my Mom, she's always protected me and given me the best life she can, but there is so much pressure that comes with that. I'm expected to be just as good as her in combat training and she trains me extra hard to make sure. If my grades even slightly dip below an A, I'm scolded and made to do extra work to make up for it. But I've always sucked it up because I know she's always wanted the best for me.

That's until these last few weeks. It's like she doesn't have any time for me anymore. She's stopped training me and always uses work as an excuse to not hang around with me. I feel like she's slowly pushing me away and it's starting to affect my school work. I've been struggling with maths for a while, and I knocked on my Mom's door to ask for help. She's always taken the time to help me in the past. I lightly knocked on her door as I heard a sigh followed by a harsh "Come in".

I slowly enter her room and see her hunched at her desk. "Hi Mom, I was wondering if you could help me with my homework? I just can't seem to get my head around trigonometry." Without even looking up at me, and still typing away at her laptop she pushes me away. "Not now Y/N, I'm busy with work. You know not to disturb me when I'm working." I feel a small twinge in my heart, slightly hurt at her words, and turn to walk out the door. "Right, of course. Sorry Mom." I try to hide the tears that are starting to form in my eyes.

I shut her door carefully and run to my room locking it behind me. What have I done wrong? For weeks she has ignored me and scolded me for interrupting her. Did she no longer want me? Was it because I was 16 now and she considered me old enough to not need my Mom? All I know is that this hurts. I miss my Mom.

A week later and nothing had changed. I had gotten a D on my Maths exam and I was dreading telling Mom. I was hoping that she wouldn't remember and ignore me like she has for the past couple of months. But luck was not on my side. The first time she wants to talk to me is about the one test I screwed up on. "Y/N how did your test go? I hope you're keeping up with your good grades." Mom, stalked into the living room and stood across from me, arms crossed against her chest. "uh, well about that. I was struggling with a couple of the topics and I, uh, I got a D." I rushed out scared of her response.

There was a silence before she dropped her arms down by her side with a huff. "A D Y/N? Come on, I've raised you to be better than that." "But Mom,-" "No buts Y/N. This is unacceptable. My daughter does not get Ds! You need to get yourself together young lady. For punishment I'm not allowing you to attend Homecoming this weekend." I just stood there in shock. She had no empathy at all. "Mom, please, it's one test. I was struggling and I did ask for your help but-" Well that was the wrong thing to say. She turned with such fury to stare at me. "Are you trying to blame me? I'm sorry I've been busy with work but this is all on you. I thought I brought you up better than to come up with excuses for your own mistakes. Jesus Y/N, surely you're not that stupid?!" Her words cut through me like a knife. Each one said with such intent. Before I knew it my mouth was talking without my brain knowing.

"You cannot be serious right now Mom. You've barely spoken to me for the last 2 months! You don't train me, you don't help me with my school work and you certainly don't seem to want to spend more than a minute in the same room as me. I've done everything you have ever asked of me, made every sacrifice. So what is it Mom, am I no longer enough for you? Because you have been no more of a Mom to me these last couple of months than anyone else in this building!"

My heart is racing, and I can feel tears stinging my eyes. Then I feel the hot tingling sensation on my cheek as my Mom's hand slapped me. "Perhaps I would want to spend time with you if you weren't a needy, pathetic teenager!" I gasped as the words came out of her mouth like venom. I could no longer stop the tears as they fell down my face. In that moment I saw a flash of guilt across her face. "Y/N, I, I didn't mean that, I –" But before she could finish I turned on my heel running to my room, almost knocking Wanda over as went. "Watch out there Y/N/N!" she called, but I didn't stop to apologise. I got in my room and locked my door, falling to me knees and letting out my sobs.

After a couple of hours I woke up, I must have cried myself to sleep. I look to my phone and see it's 11pm. No messages from Mom and she hasn't come to check on me. She must really have meant it. In a split second I made the decision that I need to leave. Mom clearly doesn't want me around anymore so I'm not going to stay whilst I'm being made to feel shit about it. I grab a duffle bag and throw in clothes and items to get me by for the next few days. I had plenty of money saved up so I didn't need to worry about that.

Once I had all of my stuff together, I took one last look at my room before heading out. I managed to get out of the compound without being detected. I considered taking one of Tony's cars but I knew they would be able to trace it. That's if anyone even noticed I was gone. Walking was my best option to stay hidden from them.

I started to make my way to the closest hotel that I knew. In hindsight I should have got a cab. It was now 11:30pm and I was very aware of being out on my own. I knew I was getting close and made the most stupid decision to cut down the ally way to get there quicker. "What's a pretty young girl like you doing in a place like this?" I turned and saw a man about 40 walk out from behind me. I could smell the alcohol on his breath from 10 feet away. I turned to run as quick as I could, only find his hand take a tight grasp around my bicep pulling me around viciously.

"Well I think you need to be taught some manners there Miss!" He slurred his words as he launched his left hand across my face knocking me to the floor. "Bitch get up!" he spat. I tried to pull me self to my feet only to be meet with a fist to my jaw. I tried to stand again this time taking boot directly to my head knocking me out cold.

Nat's POV:

I can't get Y/N's look out of my head. Why did I say that, why did I slap her? I didn't mean it. I'm stressed with work but that is no excuse. I'm so shocked at the words that so easily left my mouth that I don't move when she runs off. It's not until Wanda shakes me that I come back to my senses. "Hey Nat, are you and Y/N ok?" Wanda says, concern evident in her eyes. I can't bring myself to tell her the truth. "Uh we just had an argument that's all." I lie. "Do you want me to go and check on her?" Wanda asks still holding my hand in hers. I shake my head. "No I should go. But I think I'll let her cool off first and take her out for breakfast in the morning to talk." I hesitate before asking Wanda a question I don't think I want the answer to. "How has Y/N seemed to you these last few weeks?" She pauses and takes a moment to think. "I had noticed she hasn't been her usual bubbly self. I hadn't seen the two of you training or hanging out at all so thought she was working on her schoolwork, for these exams she's got at the moment. She was really struggling on her maths revision. I tried to help but she is way smarter than I am" She chuckled at the last sentence before asking "why is something wrong?".

As I nodded my head I felt Wanda brush her thumb across my cheek wiping away tears I hadn't realised were falling. "I've screwed up Wanda." Was all I was able to get out before I started to sob into her arms. She sat and held me whispering sweet things to me to help me calm down. "Everything will be ok Nat, Y/N adores you. Whatever it is that was said between you will be forgotten by tomorrow." Oh how I wished that were true.

Timeskip to the morning

I had barely slept all night just repeating the awful words I had said to my daughter, in my head. I waited until it was 8am and decided to go and wake her to talk. I walked up to her door and paused before knocking. "Y/N honey, it's me. Can I come in?" I waited but no response. I knocked again, a bit louder this time. "Y/N, please we need to talk. I need to apologise." Nothing. I reach for the door nob and turn it walking into her room. I look to her bed and it's empty. "Y/N, are you in the bathroom?" I call before knocking and find that room also empty.

As I enter her bedroom again, I notice that her draws are slightly open and most of her clothes are gone. In that moment panic fills me. I rush to her bed and pull out the box I know she keeps her money in. Shit, it's empty. "JARVIS where is Y/N?" I call out trying not to let myself complete break. "Miss Y/N left the compound shortly after 11pm yesterday. She has not returned". I can't believe it. Why didn't I just come up after her yesterday. I've forced my baby to leave.

I run out of Y/N's room to Wanda's next door, banging to wake her up. "What the hell Nat?" Wanda says half asleep. "It's Y/N, she's gone! She's taken her stuff and left late last night! I've fucked up Wanda, I've lost her!" I start sobbing, I can't lose by baby girl. Wanda is suddenly awake throwing on a pair of sweatpants and a hoody as she comes out of her room. "Come on, we'll find her. Let's get Tony to check all the CCTV that he can, and we'll head out in the car and try and find her. Is there anywhere you can think of that she would go?" Wanda taking control is helping me to calm down a bit as I think of the logistics of finding her. "Uh maybe she's gone to a friend or a local hotel?"

I take out my phone and try calling her again. Straight to voicemail. "Ok well you call her friends and I'll talk to Tony, we'll meeting in the garage in 20 minutes ok." Wanda pulls me into a tight hug before running off to find Tony.

We spent all day looking for Y/N and we couldn't find her anywhere. Tony had checked all the cameras he could and all he could find is that she left by foot. I was so anxious, I hated that she knew how to go off the grid, just like I taught her. I was just hoping she would make a mistake and we'd find her. The whole team spent the night in the living area trying to find anything. They were as desperate as I was to find her again. She may have been my daughter, but they all treated her as their own. I was stupid to not realise that the only person she wanted was me. I don't think I'll ever forgive myself for the way I hurt her. I know that she won't!

It was about 5 in the morning when my phone rang with a number I didn't recognise. I looked up at Tony and started to feel the fear start to grow. Had she been taken? I hadn't even considered that, I just assumed she had ran. "Nat, answer it. I'll trace it." Tony said giving me a small smile. "Hello?" I answered cautiously. "Is that Natasha Romanoff?" The mysterious voice on the other end asked. "Yes, that's me." "Hi, I'm Holly Goodall, I'm a nurse at New York – Presbyterian Hospital. Is your daughter Y/N Romanoff?" My heart stopped and I felt like the world had just fallen out from beneath me. "Y-Yes she is, is she ok? What's happened?" I rise to my feet in panic as I feel Wanda wrap an arm around my waist. "Y/N has been admitted after being found in an alley way severely beaten." My ears started to ring, and I couldn't hear anything else. All of the team's eyes were on me. "Ma'am, are you still there?" I hear from down the phone. "I'm on my way."

I hang up and fill the team in. We rush to the hospital as quickly as we can. I'm sat with Wanda in the waiting room for the Doctor to come and speak with us. She has my hands in hers trying to keep me calm. But I'm very aware that she is also scared as tears quietly fall down her face. I squeeze her hands and smile at her in thanks for the support she's given me. I honestly would have been a mess if it wasn't for her.

I see a tall doctor walking to the waiting room as he called for us. I shot up from my seat still gripping on to Wanda's hand. "How is she?" we ask in unison. "Your daughter is very lucky to be alive. She has a broken arm and internal bleeding, as well as a nasty concussion and brain bleed. We don't believe she'll need any further surgery so we will monitor her over the coming days and hopefully she'll be able to head home by the weekend to finish her recovery there. If you'd like to follow me, I can take you to her." I smile at the doctor and let out a breath. Tony catches up to me and whispers in my ear, "give me the word and I'll get her transferred back to the hospital wing at the compound."

I pause outside the door taking a deep breath before I enter. Wanda is still with me holding my hand tight. "You should go in on your own. We'll wait out here and I'll send Steve to grab somethings for you both." I nod and pull her into a tight hug. "Thank you Wanda. I couldn't have gotten through today without you!" She leaves a small kiss on my cheek and gives me a nudge towards the door.

What I see breaks my heart as I open the door. My beautiful daughter led in bed, her arm in a cast, her body and face battered and bruised with stitches holding together a deep cut across her forehead into her eyebrow. I stare at her knowing that all of this is my fault. My baby could have been dead and it would have all been my fault.

I pull up the chair to the side of her bed and take her hand in mine. I take in every little detail, each bruise, each cut, all of the wires connecting to machines. How could I let this happen? Y/N is my whole world, how did I let work cloud that? I still hear my words, from that night's argument, ring around my head. I don't think she'll ever forgive me.

After an hour or so, Y/N starts to stir and I bolt upright grabbing her hand, brushing her hair out of her face. She winces as she tries to sit up. "Hey baby girl, stay still ok, you need to lie down." I gentle encourage her to lie back in her bed and take a seat on the edge of her bed. I can see her eyes darting around the room trying to adjust to her surroundings before they land on me. "Y/N Honey, I'm so sorry for what I said and did. I didn't mean any of it. I let work get the better of me and lost focus of what my priorities were." I state calmly whilst rubbing circles on the back of her hand. She looks at me emotionless "I thought you were brought up better than to come up with excuses for your own mistakes. Surely you're not that stupid?" Like a dagger to my heart, she repeated the words I had so viciously used against her two days ago. "Y/N please, I'm so sorry. Just talk to me?" I can feel tears threatening to escape as Y/N turns in the bed facing away from me. "I can't do this Mom, you don't need to pretend anymore. Please just leave." I can hear quiet sniffles and I know she's trying so hard to be strong right now.

"I'm not leaving you Y/N. I'm your Mother and you're hurt." "Well, you didn't want me as your daughter two days ago. I'm sorry I was such a disappointment to you. I just wish you knew how hard I tried to make you proud. Now please just leave." I hesitate, the decision I make right now will either make or break us. "I have always been proud of you Y/N. You are the best of me, the only thing I've ever done right. I'm not going anywhere. I don't care if you ignore me, but I'm going to stay here and show you how much I love you." I don't get a response, but she doesn't push for me to leave so I take that as a good sign.

Tony had arranged for Y/N to be transferred back to the compound and Bruce took over her care. Her internal injuries were slowly healing and by the weekend he was happy for her to move back to her room. I had barely left her, only going to eat or shower. She still wasn't talking to me but still allowed me to stay. I hoped that once she was feeling better, we could talk again and start to mend our relationship.

Wanda and I helped get her settled back in her room and I started to set up a makeshift bed on her sofa. "What are you doing?" Y/N asked whilst getting comfortable in her own bed. "I'm setting up a bed so I can stay." I respond. "I'm fine, you don't need to watch over me." She had such a harsh look on her face. It was quite intimidating with the cuts on her face. Thankfully Wanda steps in. "Bruce said that someone has to be with you if you don't want to be in the hospital wing anymore." It was a lie but one that Y/N accepted. "Fine" she huffled whilst turning in her bed to sleep. I gave Wanda a thankful smile. "If you need anything give me a shout." She gives me a brief hug before leaving.

I led on the sofa staring at the ceiling wondering if my daughter would ever forgive me. Just as I was about to drift off to sleep, I hear Y/N start to toss in her bed, slight mumbling as she did. I sit up and observe her but before I could comprehend if it was a dream or nightmare she suddenly called out. "NO, please don't hit me. STOP! PLEASE" and with that she shot up, breathing erratic and sweat forming on her forehead. I jump up and pull her into a tight hug. "Shhhh, it's ok baby, it was just a nightmare. You're ok. I'm hear." Gently rocking her back and forth I try to calm her. "But you weren't Mom. You weren't there for me."

My heart broke. I couldn't do anything but hold her tight and help her to calm down. No words I could say in this moment would make everything better. I just had to be there for her. After she had calmed down I unwrapped my arms from around her and stepped out of the bed. But I felt her hand grasp on to my wrist. "Can you stay? I don't think I can sleep on my own." It was barely a whisper but I heard it. I lifted the cover and opened my arms to allow Y/N to cuddle me. She didn't hesitate and snuggled her head into my neck. I gentle rubbed her back helping to calm her.

"This doesn't mean I forgive you Mom. I love you but you hurt me." She looked up at me from my chest and made eye contact with me for the first time since we've gotten home. "I know baby. I wish I could take back what I said. There was no excuse for it. I love you more than you'll ever know but I know I haven't shown it recently. I promise that I will win back your trust. I'm not going anywhere." Her eyes darted between my own looking for confirmation that I was telling the truth. I hope she saw it. After a few seconds she sighed and snuggled back into me eventually falling back asleep. "Goodnight my angel, I love you." I whisper before succumbing to my own sleep.

For the next couple of weeks, I did everything I could to prove to Y/N that I loved her and I was sorry. I took time off of work to help her fully recover and made sure I spent time with her. At first it seemed like I was only allowed to be her mother when she was struck by her nightmares. I would hold her each night and quietly hum to help her feel safe and to fall back asleep. Over time as her nightmares reduced, she started to let me do more for her. It took time, but eventually she was actively choosing to spend time with me rather than me forcing it.

I will never forget the day I almost lost my daughter from my own stupidity. It became the fuel to my fire to ensure that I proved to her every day how much she meant to me and how much I loved her. Once she forgave me, I knew I would never allow her to feel like she wasn't my world again.

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aphroditelovesu · 1 year

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Yandere Rhaenyra Targaryen Headcanons (General)

‘‘You don't need to be afraid, my love, I will always protect you.‘‘ - Rhaenyra Targaryen.

❝🐉— lady l: Your Majesty, Rhaenyra Targaryen 🙇‍♀️ 🙇‍♀️. I finished another one of the HOTD saga and this one was from My Queen (😍😍), I hope you guys like how it turned out. Soon I will post more about the ASoIaF universe in general! Good reading and sorry for any mistakes, feedback are always welcome! ❤️

❝tw: yandere themes, obsessive and possessive behavior, described violence, dub-con, slight NSFW, overprotection, torture, murder, blood, jealousy, and unhealthy relationships.

❝🐉 pairing: yandere!rhaenyra targaryen x gender neutral!reader.

Rhaenyra Targaeryen is the epitome of the word "possessive friend", if that makes any sense. She is a great and loyal friend, the kind you know you can tell pretty much anything to and she will always keep all yours secrets because she knows you will do the same for her. She is a possessive and attention-seeking friend, and all of this only gets worse after Alicent's marriage to her father and the princess' feelings for you grow stronger and stronger. You have become everything to her, the only person she loves so much. You are Rhaenyra's entire world, hers alone.

One of the princess's strongest traits is her pride and her stubbornness and they are two that no matter how much time passes, they will never change. Rhaenyra took an instant interest in you when she first saw you in the halls of the Red Keep, they were both children and she knew she wanted and would get close to you. And so she did. She approached you when no one else did, for you being of a lower birth, of a vassal house, didn't make you interesting to anyone, but suddenly all eyes and whispers turned to you after the princess clung to you.

Rhaenyra demands your presence constantly, since you were friends until she became Queen, she wanted to have you always by her side. She won't take no for an answer and she can and will use her privileges as a princess, Your Princess, against you if necessary. She won't be deprived of you, she won't, and if someone tries to tear you two apart, she's going to have to deal with her fury.

You are her best friend, confidant, and possibly lover. Rhaenyra trusts the world to you, it's you she looks to for advice and comfort when needed. Needless to say, you have a great deal of power over her, but it's not like she cares. Rhaenyra is willing to do anything you ask, as long as she doesn't push you away. The only thing Rhaenyra isn't willing to do for you is let you go, even if you begged her on your knees, she'd still say no. You belong to her, beside her.

Rhaenyra will drag you into all kinds of situations possible, from the funniest to the most uncomfortable, if you complain to her about it, she'll just say, ''Nothing matters as long as we're together'', she puts a lot of faith and trust in you. One of her favorite activities to do is flying Syrax with you behind her, hugging her tightly. Feeling her arms around her waist while her eyes are closed and her head on her shoulder leaves her in pure ecstasy. She knows you're afraid, but she pretends she doesn't notice her discomfort, because it's just another excuse to have you clinging to her. And believe me, Rhaenyra takes every chance that presents itself to have you hold tight to her.

Nyra's possessiveness is overwhelming and very dangerous, you are hers and hers alone and she will never share you with anyone. Everyone is well aware of her obsession with you and no one is foolish enough to try to seduce the Princess/Queen's love. The few who dared were never seen again, some say they were burned by Syrax and others say Rhaenyra had them brutally murdered and put their heads on stakes to set an example of what would happen to those who dared to cross her, but there are few really reliable sources. The only true statement is that everyone who dares to flirt with you doesn't end up hitting it off in the end. Rhaenyra has great esteem and love for you, she loves you more than is considered healthy and she has no boundaries and no qualms when it comes to her feelings for you. It is known that Rhaenyra would kill every one of her suitors with a sadistic smile on her face, that she would burn them alive for you to see how far she is willing to go for you.

Along with her uncontrolled possessiveness comes overprotectiveness as well. To say she is overprotective is an understatement, she is much more than that. She is paranoid and acts crazily when you are in danger, shouting orders to maesters regardless of the injury inflicted on her. No wound will be treated lightly, and those who inflicted it on his beautiful skin have become dragon food. She doesn't care if she's going too far, you're all that matters to her and she won't let anything and anyone take you away from her. You are hers to keep and protect.

You are one of the few people Rhaenyra would be willing to give up her claim to the Iron Throne for. Although it's pretty obvious to everyone that she wants to be the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, she still fears losing you the most. You are the princess's entire world and just the thought of you leaving her drives her crazy. If you asked, Rhaenyra would run away with you and drop everything. If it was anyone else, the answer would be no, but it's you, her love and her obsession. There's nothing she wouldn't do for you and if it becomes necessary to relinquish her throne for you, then so be it. She knows that she can face anything as long as you are by her side.

Rhaenyra is pretty bossy when it comes to taking you. She picks you up wherever and whenever she wants, of course, always with your consent. She loves taking you under the stars, hearing you moan her name as she explores all of your erogenous zones. She is very unlikely to follow the traditional and romantic path, unless you really prefer it that way, otherwise it is very likely that she will take you hard, whether using her fingers or riding you, either way, she will make you see the stars while she is above you. Definitely fond of nicknames like ''Queen'' or even less traditional ones like ''Mommy'', Rhaenyra will go wild when she hears you call her that, as she likes control and having you completely submit to her will doesn't makes her feel nothing but the purest pleasure. She is very skilled at using her tongue and will love to lick or suck you, wanting to show her skills to you.

In a more platonic way, she will still be possessive and protective, but in some ways more tolerant of you. By having no loving feelings towards you, Rhaenyra will be less suffocating in her obsession. She will still monitor them and force them to stay by her side, but they will have more freedom than before. You could do anything you wanted as long as it didn't involve something that could hurt you. The freedom you think you have is nothing more than a sham, as she or someone she trusts will always be lurking around you.

She is still ruthless and can turn cruel if necessary and is necessary when you are in danger. Rhaenyra will spare no effort and resources to destroy all her enemies. Some dare say that the nickname ''Maegor with teats’' came about because of you, on account of the atrocities committed by her when it comes to you. Scruples is not a word that exists for her if you are involved, cruelty will be met with cruelty. You are a pure being, in her view, and no harm should be done to you.

You are the most precious asset she has, no one can take you away from her. You were born to stay together and die together and if that order is not followed, everything she fought for will be in vain. Rhaenyra loves her family more than anything, but she loves you more so if she has to sacrifice them to save you, that's a price she's willing to pay, no matter if you hate her after the harm he's done, as long as you are alive and breathing in front of her, everything will be done without remorse. Rhaenyra knows this fight for the Iron Throne could cost her everything she has, but she would never forgive herself and be the same if the price were you. You can never leave her, you are the only one who understands her, who comforts her and who loves her, her greatest source of strength and inspiration in the face of so many tragedies. For you, Rhaenyra will do anything and you know she will win this war with you by her side. Ask her what you want, if you want the Seven Kingdoms, they will be hers, because for you, there is nothing she won't do.

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the-fiction-witch · 4 months

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Mrs Dawkins P6- 10

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Sweet + Flirty

Series: Mrs Dawkins

P1 - P6

I sat on the piano bench as I gently played the song in my songbook. Miss Hardcastle walked back and forth as she listened to me play.

"You're speeding up. Somewhere else you'd rather be?"

Yes! At my desk drawing! or painting! or anything other than here! "No Miss Hardcastle," I answered as I slowed down,

"Enough." She demanded so I stopped, "The masters can only be mutilated so long." She sighed holding the bridge of her nose, "Come on." She demanded,

I nodded and got up, so we headed out of the music room and I followed her along to the largest room of the house the large hall. She led me to the centre of the room where I stood as she paced around me.

"Now, once your debutante dance with your father, you shall?"

"Wait silently for any potential suitors."

"Partners." She corrected, "A young eligible man approaches?"

"I shall greet him," I courtesied, "Offer a smile?"

"A small one. A wide smile is a sign of a willing girl, and we don't want you to look too willing now." She said,

"Yes, Miss."

"He will bow to greet you," She said as she stood in front of me and bowed as a gentleman would "He shall offer a hand," she said as she offered her hand to me,

"I shall offer a hand,"

"Which hand?"

"The right?" I asked, offering her hand right hand.

"You offer the opposite, left if right, right if left," She corrected,

"Yes, miss." I nodded, she had offered her left so I offered my right,

"Gloves will be on when approaching a young lady, if not you are to request he puts them on."

"But won't I already be wearing gloves?"

"He is to wear his own when dancing with a lady, it is etiquette."

"Yes, miss."

"He shall kiss it, One kiss on the knuckle bridge. No lower, No higher." She said as she faked a kiss on my hand "Then?"

"He shall ask to dance."

"He shall, a man does not simply take the hand and begin he must ask a lady for her permission."

"Can I refuse?"

"No."

"Then isn't asking irrelevant?"

"It is the proper thing."

"Then I shall hold his hand, he shall take my waist-"

"Waist not hip, never hip. he takes your hip?"

"I correct him."

"If he still moves his hand?"

"I politely thank him for his intentions to dance but fetch father."

"Good, Your other hand?"

"On his shoulder."

"His jacket." She snapped as she forced my hands like I was dancing forcefully she moved my fingers "Pinch, you pinch his jacket you do not hold him."

"Yes, Miss."

"Now step two it." She said,

I nodded and began my steps,

"Good, very good. Stiff backs and always room you should be able to fit a plate between you." She reminded, "he shall lead with grace and care as if leading the most tentative of ponies"

"So I'm a horse?"

"Do not be smart Y/n."

"Yes, Miss."

"We do not criticise our partners, with words or expressions."

"If they can't dance why are they coming to the ball?"

"To witness your debut. Some men have two left feet that is the truth of it, but always we smile kindly." She said, "We do not correct him, this is not the time for a dancing lesson," She said, "You are to dance gracefully, there will be no jumps, no fast spins, none of this dipping madness, it is only an excuse for hands to be in places they shouldn't."

"Yes, Miss."

"We can allow a small twirl and perhaps more but that is all, you may be the debutante but we do not want too many eyes." She explained, "We do not whisper. unladylike to be whispering secrets in the ears of our dance partners. We are mindful of others on the floor, and we do not! ever! give kisses."

"Yes, Miss." I rolled my eyes a little,

"You may speak polite conversation is a given when dancing but we do not whisper, we do not shout and always mindful of a gentleman's conversation. No gentleman likes his ear being talked off."

"And if they have nothing important to say?"

"Then dance in silence." She said, "And when the dance is over?"

"I bow again and smile,"

"Good, he shall thank you for the honour and leave to go elsewhere in the party."

"May I speak to him after?"

"No, unless your father approaches you with him."

"When how am I to recall those who interested me?"

"You remember their names." She said, "You may only leave the dance floor on occasion to drink and converse will fellow ladies, but a lady does not cross the ballroom unattended you must ask your father."

"How will I know where my father is?"

"He shall be watching always."

"Yes, miss."

"Go may return to your room." she said, "I will deliver your invitations to your room and you are to sign them all and make sure you have a list of all your invitees to check when you get your replies."

"Yes, Miss." I nodded, as I fixed my dress and headed to my room.

I sat bored out of my mind, I listened to the gentle breeze as it blew on the windchime that hung outside my balcony.

I took an eggshell card from the tower, set it on my writing desk's mat, and I read the words written across it.

'You are cordially Invoiced to Miss Everset's Debutante Ball, Miss everset is to formally be debuting at her debutante Ball, Sunday 21st Starting at 9.30 pm, Please be prompt in your replies and we hope you join us for what is sure to be a spectacular evening.'

and a line for me to sign,

I dipped my pen in my inkwell and signed my signature across the bottom before I blew my breath across it drying the ink, I picked up my perfume giving it a spritz before adding it to its pale blue envelope addressed already to its recipient, I sealed it with wax from the pot and stamped it with the family crest before finally adding it to the other pile of completed invitations,

This went on for what honestly felt like hours and hours of mindless work.

And as I worked finally doing the last one leaving me with two or three spares just in case, And I... spotted my drawing. I pulled it out and looked at my sweet drawing of Dr. Dawkins.

I blushed a little and hid my drawing away, I grabbed one of the spare cards signed it, spritzed it and set it in a blank envelope writing the address myself,

'Dr Dawkins, Port Victory Royal Hospital'

Sealing it up as I had all the others, I was a little worried I knew I shouldn't just invite anyone, my father had planned this so meticulously so I hid the invitation in my pocket and scampered through the house to my father's office.

I pushed the door open slowly, it opened with a high whine, seeing his office inside was fairly dark with the fire burning, the walls filled with books, and his desk in the centre. He worked away with papers and such, littering his desk, not even looking up at me.

"Father?"

"Yes, my sweet?"

"I've uhh I've finished my invitations."

"Good, we'll pop into town and drop them off tomorrow," he said as he inked his pen,

"I uhh I had a couple of spares,"

"Yes you should do dear I made sure to have extra in case of errors, damage, or just forgetting someone," he said,

"I uhh Could I make one up?"

"For?" he asked looking up at me finally,

"For the doctor, who looked after my hand?"

He smiled wickedly a moment "I don't see why not,"

"Thank you!" I smiled going to run back to my room.

I woke to the usual sounds of bird song as they fluttered back and forth in the bright sun, the moment I knew of the day my smile grew so wide. I bolted out my bed and into my bathroom, I ran myself a hot steaming bath. Once the water was high enough I turned off the taps and climbed in, I grabbed my soap and scrubbed myself making sure every inch of me was heavily scrubbed. I hummed as I did making sure to get my every crack and crevice. Once finished I jumped from the bath and wrapped a towel around myself. I dried myself off and changed for the day ahead

I took my stockings and pulled them up to my thighs, I took my bloomers and pulled them up to my waist buttoning them up tight, I took my underdress and slipped it over my shoulders tugging it down to my ankles, I took a pair of black boots and laced them all the way up. I took my corset still laced from yesterday and clipped it on having to breathe in a little to do the last few up but it meant I didn't need someone to lace my corset for me, I walked down my wardrobe and ran my hand across the rail of dresses. I picked out my cutest little lilac dress with black lace and thrills, I pulled it out and slipped it on giving it a good adjustment to let the built-in crinoline sit as it should. I did up the few buttons It needed. I moved myself to my vanity, I sat on the chair and looked at my reflection, I brushed my hair and pinned it back. I did some very minimal make-up to match my dress and I adjusted my ribbon to make sure the bow sat as it should.

Once finished I gathered my bag and added all my invitations to my bag before I went to the dining room where my father sat with his breakfast. I took my seat and sipped some orange juice.

"You look very pretty this morning, my sweet"

"Well, we are dropping off invitations today, I thought I should look my best" I smiled as my breakfast arrived just some toast and jam, "Thank you," I smiled to her,

"Good girl, yes we will go and drop them off after breakfast." He nodded as he ate,

I smiled so very excited as I ate my toast and jam.

I smiled as I stood and waited outside a local house, as my father went inside to deliver the invitation to my ball, after his meeting we went around town and delivered the invitations, I was not allowed in the houses of course but still it was nice to see the town. I stood just away from the streets under my black lace parasol.

"Ahh, Good Day Miss Everset."

I glanced to my side confused as to who would know my name, but I smiled widely as I saw him,

"Ohh Good Day Doctor Dawkins," I curtsied with a wide smile, I did stop myself and lessen my smile as I didn't wish to look 'too willing',

"What a pleasure to see you," He smiled, as he stood much as I saw him last but now with an added textured jacket and hat,

"It's a pleasure to see you too, What brings you out into town today?"

"Ohh Just doing the rounds," he smiled as he raised his arm to show his doctor's case filled with tools, "Yourself?"

"Just in town with father,"

"Aww, You're a very nice girl to accompany your father to town," He smiled,

"Yes, Well we have had a busy day, I was going to pop by the hospital later actually,"

"You where?" he asked, "You hand giving you trouble?"

"No, no, I uhh I have something for you,"

"Ohh? What a coincidence," He chuckled, "I happen to have something for you too."

"You do?" I smiled rather excited,

"I do, shall I go first then?"

"Yes Please," I smiled as I tried desperately to hide my blush,

He smiled for a moment, he set down his bag and moved closer so close I could smell the metallic scent of blood and his slightly woody aftershave as he put his hands over my eyes, "Closed." He warned so I smiled and closed my eyes as he asked, I felt him move his hands away and gently felt a weight around my neck "And Open." He said, so I opened my eyes and saw the pearls around my neck.

I gasped, "My pearls!"

"The very same," he smiled as he came around to see my face,

"but how?" I asked so overjoyed to have them returned to me,

"I have my ways, little lady," He winked,

"Thank you so much! I don't know how I could ever repay you, Doctor Dawkins."

"You're very welcome Miss Everset," he smiled, "Don't worry about repaying me, I'm just happy you have your necklace back,"

"Thank you, Doctor Dawkins." I blushed

"You're quite welcome," He smiled, "Now? what's this you have something for me?"

"Ohh yes!" I nodded, I opened my handbag and flicked through the invitation envelopes finding his and I handed it over, "For you Doctor Dawkins,"

"oh? what's this?" He smiled as he happily took it, he opened the envelope and read the small card "An Invitation? To your debutante ball?"

"Yes," I nodded,

"Are you sure?"

"I am, I asked my father if I could invite you myself,"

"You did?"

"I did." I blushed,

"Aww, that's very sweet of you Miss Everset." He smiled, "I'd be delighted to attend."

"You would?"

"Absolutely, You will see me there I promise"

"I shall expect your reply in the post then,"

"But I'm here right now? Can't I just tell you?"

"I wish you could," I sighed, "But it is proper."

"Alright, Fair enough little lady." He nodded, "I will get the reply sent as soon as possible,"

"I look forward to receiving it, Doctor Dawkins"

"If it's alright with you Miss Everset, Jack. Jack Dawkins."

I blushed twiddling my parasol a little "Ohh, Alright Jack. Y/n, Y/n Everset."

"Pleasure," he smiled as he took my hand and kissed it, "I look forward to seeing you on the twenty-first, You think I could get a dance?" He winked,

I couldn't help my giggle, "Perhaps, you'll have to ask me then."

"Perhaps I will," He smiled, "You have a good day Y/n."

"You too Jack," I smiled,

He tipped his hat politely and took his bag with him as he carried on with his journey, I blushed so hard at such a thought, that we had spoken almost privately, that he was coming to my ball, and that he may ask me for a dance.

"You alright my sweet? your cheeks are flush" My father asked as he came out the house,

"Just fine father, I think the heat is getting to me," I lied,

"Alright well you can go sit in the carriage if you like I'll deliver the rest of your invitations,"

"Yes father," I nodded,

He lead me to the carriage and left me there to deliver the rest himself, the moment I saw him leave I couldn't help but slightly squeal with excitement.

I smiled as I sat on my chair, and I hummed to myself. My hands coated in pain, my dress protected by my white smock that too was smattered and splattered with paint stains. As I painted, guiding and gliding my brush across the cavus building the various colours with my watercolour paint. Miss Hardcastle stood behind me looming over me in the drawing room, one of the few places I was allowed to paint.

The room was small with cream walls and art lining every inch, easel's, pads and other such materials littered the room with a grand window to the garden, I often spent time here as whenever I could I convinced Miss Hardcastle to allow me time here, and if I wasn't here I'd be in my room doing much the same, I drew on the cavus the figure and shapes and had begun to add the watercolours to fill out his sweet intricacies, as soon as one dried I'd move on to the next even adding highlights and shadows to make him seem like an illustration as he belonged in a storybook. All while my other hand plaid with my string of pearls around my neck as I had worn them every day since Jack had returned them to me.

"You should make the blue lighter," She recommended,

"That's how dark I'd like the blue" I told her, as I did my best to stay within the lines I had already sketched or if I was to leave the lines do it in an artful watercolour way,

"Yes, Miss," she nodded,

I continued with my painting making sure to add more grey to my white,

"The white should be clean,"

"No, He needs a dirty shirt," I answered as I went on with my painting,

"Yes, Miss."

"don't add a green tie it will muddy the blue waistcoat."

"He likes his green tie," I argued as politely as I could,

"Yes, Miss."

I smiled as I finished with my paint and grabbed my pencil adding sketch lines and detail mostly to his face making sure to sketch his strong jaw, his youthful cheekbones and his deep chocolate eyes, my focus on his face so intense I was biting my lip as I sketched over my paint even stopping my humming to better focus.

She coughed, "Do you and the easel need a moment alone Miss?"

"No," I sighed moving back a little and calming myself down,

"Does he have a name? You're muse?"

"Humm?"

"Does he have a name, Miss?"

"Ohhh uhh..." I blushed, "No, he doesn't have a name."

"Anyone Inspire you then?"

"No, no just ... from my head." I lied,

I mean, I was drawing Jack.

But I'm not telling her that, she'd tell my father and I'd never be allowed out of the house again."

"You sure? You've been very... Specific? No one Inspire you, perhaps in town?"

"No, I uhhh I just imagined him." I lied, "Perhaps from one of my books."

"so nothing I need to inform our father?"

"No, nothing at all." I answered, "Just an artist's Imagination." I lied,

"You'll have to change when you're done." She said, "You have paint all over your dress."

"Yes, Miss." I nodded,

"And you'll have to remove your ribbon, you have paint on that too-"

"No!" I yelled it echoing across the room, "I- I will wash it myself."

She seemed taken back but she nodded, "Yes, Miss."

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namelessalessandra · 1 year

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The prince of my heart

Arthur Pendragon x reader

Plot: you were forced to marry Arthur Pendragon but not everything goes according to plan until…

Angst with happy ending

Warnings: none I think but if you find any, tell me and I’ll add them

Plus English is not my first language so there could be some mistakes

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When I was told that I would marry Prince Arthur Pendragon I was so happy, I had heard so many good stories about him, his courage, his loyalty, and I was sure that mine would be a happy marriage, that I would be envied by every lady in the realm. Then came the wedding day, I was woken up at dawn so I could prepare myself perfectly, to match the beauty of my soon to be husband. I crossed the aisle to reach him in front of all the imported members of the kingdom with trembling legs and an excited smile, and for a few moments, as they made us husband and wife, Arthur smiled at me sweetly. For a moment I really believed I had realised my dream. Until, immediately after the ceremony, during the banquet, I realised the looks he directed at his half-sister's servant. Gwen, over time I had learned that to be her name. Arthur spent only a few nights with me, to carry out his task as a husband, and the rest of the time he took refuge in his royal tasks, ignoring me altogether. I had learned not to let it hurt me, I had become friends with Morgana and we spent a lot of time together, chatting, reading, walking. She had the foresight not to put me and her servant in the same room at the same time, not because I could do something unpleasant, but because she cared about my suffering, and had the sensibility of not throwing in my face that my husband was in love with another. A woman who had nothing in common with me and whom I could never replace. No matter how hard I try, bringing him food when I know he doesn't have time to reach the room to sit at the table with us, no matter how hard I try to understand him, help him, to take away the burden that weighs on his shoulders, due to having to carry the crown one day. The only answer I get, in return, is the humiliation of seeing him smile and chattering amiably in public with Gwen. The same Gwen who now pours wine to him, blushing at something he's telling her, but that I, despite being by her side, can't hear.

-Do you like the party, dear husband?- I decide to ask, when the brunette walks away from him. Arthur turns to look at me for a single moment before returning to enjoy the show of the dancers in front of us while nodding his head

-A lot, wife. Thank you. Although I have to admit that I don't understand why you may have organised all this, when in the village many complain that they don't have enough food to feed themselves- his words hit me like blades. Merlin, who had approached us perhaps to say something to his master, freezes on the spot and takes a worried look at me. Sometimes it happened that he found me in some secluded corner of the castle, so as not to be seen while I was crying, and tried to console me. I sketch a smile at him looking at me with pity, holding back my tears and clearing my voice.

-This is why I asked for a party to be held in the village as well, so that everyone can celebrate the endeavours and successes of their future king, and can eat as they deserve. Now if you will excuse me I'm very tired, I think I'll go to rest- I just answer, I move the chair away and, without him deigning me of a look, I leave the room. One of the first things I asked, after understanding Arthur's feelings towards Gwen, was to have a bedroom of my own. My husband did not discuss my application at all and had me prepare rooms where I could stay, and where he comes to visit me when he has to fulfil his task. Over time, this room has become my refuge, and days happen when I don't go out at all, letting Elizabeth, my personal servant, bring me food. When I close the door behind me and lean against it to take deep breaths, I hear the sound of footsteps and then a hand knocking.

-(Y/N), it's me, dear. Open the door- Morgana's voice comes to me muffled by the wood, I hurry to dry my cheeks moistened by the few tears that escaped me and effort a smile as I open the door. She hugs me, right after closing the door behind her.

-Arthur is an ungrateful fool. Tomorrow I'll talk to him and you'll see if he won't bring you more respect soon. All the ladies have heard his answer and are doing nothing but comment- she whispers to me angrily, as she passes a hand through my hair to untie them from the hairstyle I had prepared specifically for him.

-It's all right, Morgana. There is no need for you to talk to him- I murmur away from his arms, before finding myself bent in two by pain, with broken breath.

-(Y/N), what's going on? I call someone right away, I'm going to call Gaius- exclaims the alarmed brunette, I try to tell her that there is no need, that in my condition it is normal, my mother always told me, to prepare me and not be scared, but from my mouth comes nothing but a moan of pain. Morgana, therefore, helps me sit on the bed and runs out. A few minutes later he returns followed by Gaius, but my pain is waning.

-I would still like to carry out checks, if it's okay with you- proposes the old man, and although I try to refuse, the princess insists that my health be checked and so some time later Gaius is confirming what until now for me was a hypothesis that I was hiding behind wider skirts.

-You are pregnant, my lady- her words are followed by a shocked verse of Morgana looking at me excitedly. With my heart in my throat I sit down

-I ask you, please, not to tell anyone. Not yet. I'll think about making the announcement. Please- I ask letting my gaze swing from one to the other. They both nod, understanding, and let me rest.

The next day I decide to stay in the room all morning, Elizabeth brings me food and Morgana comes to visit me to keep some company. She asks me to join them for dinner and I don't want to disappoint her. So I get ready, wearing one of my most beautiful dresses and, slowly, I walk to the room where we will eat. As soon as I enter I have just enough time to hear voices arguing before hiding so I can listen. The parlour is still empty, except for Arthur, Merlin and Morgana.

-What do you want me to tell you, Morgana? We are married and I do my best with her, but I still don't know her so well- Arthur's voice is annoyed, I hear the sound of wine being poured and then Morgana talking.

-You could at least stop the rumours that are going around, you are the prince and she is your wife. You should bring her more respect- scolds him -if you knew how sad she was last night for how you addressed her, after spending the whole week organising that stupid banquet, also taking care that the people received part of the food so as not to upset them- she continues, stubborn. Arthur sighs and, before things can degenerate, I decide to fake my arrival as if I hadn't listened to anything.

-(Y/N), what a nice thing to see you. Tonight you look great! - exclaims Morgana, the first to see me. Merlin gives me a smile as Arthur turns to look at me and stands up coming towards me.

-I apologise for my behaviour last night, (Y/N), I should have been nicer to you- he turns to me as he moves my chair to make me sit down. I smile at him, pretending not to know that his words are only due to the half-sister' request, and I take a seat. When Uther also reaches us, we eat in silence. Morgana, sitting in front of me, throws looks at me smiling. She wants me to make my announcement but I don't feel ready yet.

-I think (Y/N) wants to announce something- she says out of the blue, I incinerate her with my eyes when everyone's eyes are on me. With my heart in my throat I rest my cutlery next to the plate and clear my voice, but when I open my mouth to speak my head starts spinning quickly and, when I try to get up, I lose my balance and fall. Arthur grabs me in time, preventing me from hurting myself and everything becomes very confusing.

I open my eyes again to find myself in a room that is not mine. I look around confused. I remember my head spinning like crazy and then everything went dark. I try to get up, recognising Arthur's room.

-Easy, you're still not strong enough to get up, Gaius said to be careful. That in your condition you shouldn't get tired- it's my husband's voice the first thing I hear, a few seconds later it appears in my field of view. Between his hands he has a tray full of food and puts it on my legs before arranging my pillow and asking me how I feel. As an answer I move the head up and down, scrutinising what's on the tray.

-I asked the cook to prepare your favourite dishes and brought them to you so you don't have to get out of bed- explains noticing my obvious confusion. I mention a smile before murmuring a thank you and drink some orange juice. Silence reigns for a few moments.

-Why didn't you tell me, (Y/N)?- Arthur asks while I'm chewing some meat. Judging by the sunlight it must be early afternoon. I feel disoriented and I would like to burst into tears in front of his disappointed look, so I down mine.

-I wasn't sure until the night of the party. When I returned to my room, an illness struck me while talking to Morgana and Gaius came to check my health. He gave me the confirmation and... I was thinking about the right way to tell you, the perfect opportunity. I didn't want to bother you as with the party- I murmur in a low voice, Arthur doesn't answer me right away, in fact he takes his place by my side, on the free side of the bed. Hunger has passed so I move the tray away but he puts it back on my legs.

-I'm sorry, I was insensitive. Ever since we got married, I've done everything to keep you away from me, hiding behind my duties, because I was afraid. I remember my father's suffering when my mother died, she accompanied him for much of my childhood, and even now when someone appoints her, sadness can be seen in his eyes. I didn't want us to bond sentimentally because I'm terrified that what happened to them could happen to us, I was convinced that if I kept you away... we could become friends and nothing more- he confides and when I look up, in the middle of his speech, I meet his gaze full of regret and sadness.

-But with Gwen you don't seem to be so terrified- I comment, playing with a piece of bread next to the meat still almost completely intact. Arthur watches me confused, for a few moments.

-Gwen?- he questions, in fact, before he widens his eyes as if he just understood and bursts out laughing. Is he making fun of me? With red cheeks from humiliation I take the tray off my legs again and get up, but he immediately stops the laughter, gets out of bed and runs to my side to stop me. When I try to push him away he grabs me by the arms and, taking advantage of my momentary weakness, imprisons me against his body.

-Please don't leave. There is nothing between me and Gwen. Believe me- he talks with his face a few centimetres from mine, my breath breaks, I look him in the eyes and I would like to believe him. With all my heart. But I can't.

-Don't make fun of me, Arthur, I see the complicity between you, and I hear how the women of the realm talk about you when they think I'm not listening. It's already quite humiliating like that, I don't need you to lie to me shamelessly- furious comment, I try to squirm again, but Arthur blocks my arms behind my back and, in doing so, our faces come even closer. I hold my breath, feeling my stomach upside down.

-There is nothing between me and Gwen, (Y/N)- he repeats, without taking his eyes off mine. I feel the mattress pressing against the back of my legs but I don't fall on it because Arthur is holding me against his chest. The intense look chained to mine, his fresh scent enters my nostrils, while the sun coming in through the window surrounds him almost as if he were an angel.

-So why are you always with her? You talk, laugh, why do you do with her what I would like you to do with me so much? Why do you let them talk about me in the realm like the unsuspecting stupid and betrayed wife? - I ask, breathless for the discussion but also for the closeness. Arthur breathes deeply before answering.

-I didn't think you listened to the rumours- he just murmur, with a bitter laugh I take advantage of his loosening his grip on me and forcefully push him away so I can leave, but he grabs me from behind, clutching me from the waist. My back against his chest, as he shakes my hands to hold me steady and weaves our fingers over my belly, where right now our baby is forming. He puts his forehead against my neck.

-Believe me, there is nothing between me and Gwen. She feels something for Merlin and I'm helping her conquering him- he murmurs against my skin, his warm breath gives me chills -and she helps me, because it's since you became my wife a month ago that I've been constantly torn between keeping you away to protect you and running to you to hold you in my arms, even if only to breathe your scent, which is so good. When you asked to have your private rooms I was about to deny it, I didn't understand why you wanted to stay away from me. Gwen explained to me that it was my behaviour that hurt you and, despite asking me to talk to you and clarify with you, I didn't listen to her and I was a fool. Please believe me if I tell you that there is nothing between me and her- add slightly tightening the grip around my body. I let myself go slightly against him, leaning my head back against his shoulder. I close my eyes, holding back tears of relief. It's not true that he loves Gwen.

-Can you forgive me? I promise that from now on I will spend all my time winning you back- he whispers moving his face from my neck and starting to leave kisses along my cheek and on my temple. I turn around in his arms and open my eyes to look at him. He is already looking at me, full of hope.

-You will put an end to the rumours that go around about us- I start talking, he nods. -And when we are in public you will never talk to me again like at the party- I add, he nods leaning his forehead against mine, murmuring a series of "I promise you". I place one hand on his chest.

-When I do something for the palace, I always strive to help the people as well. I would never have let them starve while we were feasting- I still talk, he squeezes me from the hips and inhales my scent

-I'm sorry, I was a fool- he murmurs against my ear, then leaves me a little kiss. -Will you go back to share the room with me?- he asks right after, a trembling breath escapes from my mouth.

-Yes, I'll be back to share the room with you. But until the baby is born, you will never leave me alone. I'm terrified- I whisper letting my fingers slip through his hair. He raises his face to look at me again and smiles.

-I will never leave you again, even when the baby is born. I promise- he whispers and waits for me to give him consent before kissing me. For the first time, since the wedding day, our lips meet in a sweet, delicate way, full of feeling, instead of hasty, during a relationship that once concluded will take us even further away. Arthur squeezes me against him, moaning in my mouth, and smiling in the kiss.

-But now eat, we don't want what happened last night to happen again, don't we?- he asks when he gets away from me and helps me get back to bed. I see him walking towards the door and I frown.

-Where are you going?- I ask when he is on the threshold, he turns to me without stopping smiling

-I’ll order to prepare your things to come back here. Then I will come to you and help you eat, you're still weak. And I will warn my father that for the rest of the day I will be here to take care of my wife and our future baby- his words warm my heart, and my stomach fills with warmth especially because he really does. He orders the servants to prepare my things, talks to his father and then comes back to me, letting me lean against his chest and feeding me slowly, until I eat everything he had brought. Since then the rumours circulating in court have ceased, and Arthur and I make up for lost time by being together every moment when he is not committed to his duties. Finally everything is fine.

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cherryc1nnam0n · 1 year

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can i please request a loki x insecure plus size reader?

Oh my gods! You read me like a book, I literally crave this all the time. I am a plus size person so I will reflect a lot on this.

Thanks for the request, remember they are open!

Beautiful | Plus Size!Reader x Loki

Summary: As a princess you live to high standards and surrounded by perfect bodies, feeling like you're not deserving of love, Loki shows you otherwise

Cw: Insecurity, fatphobia, dysmorphia, rude comments, rude mother, fluff, comfort, angst, body worship, slight innuendos, talks of sex and slight NSFW

"Princess Y/n, your mother is waiting for you in the dinning room." Your maid said as she snapped you out of your thoughts

"Oh, I'll be there shortly" You said to her with a small smile, the maid nodded and walked out of your room

You eventually stood up, ignoring the reflection on the mirror, the one that you always avoided because of your larger body and how you didn't seem to find yourself looking good in any dress you wore

"Ugh finally you appear young lady, I'm starving- don't serve her too much, she needs to cut calories" your mother said to the server, making him give you a way smaller portion

You sat down and stared at the food, the smell was amazing but you didn't want to eat, not after what your mother said

"Remember tomorrow we are traveling to Asgard, your sister has her engagement party and we have to be there, I prepared a dress for you, hopefully the corset will fit you tight" you huffed, looking down bashfully "What? It's the truth, no one will curt you if they see you like that"

At the end you didn't even eat anything, you felt too self conscious about your body and how as much as you tried, you couldn't lose weight, accepting the fate that your destiny was to die alone, fat and alone

The next day...

Travelling to Asgard was tiring enough, but listening to your perfect sister talk about her perfect fiance and his perfect physique was even more tiring, along with the horrible comments about your body from your mother was enough to make you wanna jump out the carriage

Finally at Asgard, you were taken inside the beautiful castle, it was all so elegant and magical

"Queen Rhoda, it's always a delight to have you here" Queen Frigga said to your mother, saluting her old friend as always, with a huge hug and a bright smile "Mory, good to see you again sweetie" She said to your sister, who after saying her greetings excused herself to go see Thor, of course she did "And you must be Y/n, dear you're so beautiful" you smiled at her, muttering a quick thank you at the kind queen "Let's get you to your rooms shall we? You must be exhausted"

While walking through the halls your mother and the queen were talking about the kingdoms and how things were going, you suddenly stopped walking when a male voice was heard, you peaked from behind the queen to see no other than the Dark Prince, Loki, God of Mischief himself, talking to his mother when his eyes travelled to you

"Who would this beautiful lady be, mother?"

"This is Princess Y/n, daughter of Queen Rhoda" you went to curtsey but he stopped you

"Please, no formalities, were both royalty"

You smiled at him and he had a mischievous grin on his face, something flashed in his eyes, you quickly looked away

After what seemed like an eternity of silence, your mother interrupted saying she needed to rest to you continued walking, looking back Loki was fixated on you, making you hide your body with your arms, not wanting him to look at you

The next day...

"No, no, no, suck in your stanch lady! Gosh you really don't want anyone to look at you don't you?!" Your mother snapped making the corset tighter around your figure, making tears almost fall your eyes

"I can't... Breathe..." You barely said

"Pain is beautiful my daughter, if only you were like your sister" she said before getting out of your room, leaving you feeling even worse than you did before

The night had been a torture, everyone celebrating the engagement of your sister with the future king of Asgard, your mother throwing looks at you and the dress, gods the dress was killing you, all you wanted was to rip it apart and go to your room and sleep, but no, you had to stay there receiving looks from people

And looks from someone else too, Prince Loki had been looking at you from afar, grinning at you everytime you looked his way, finally he approached you

"I must say you look exquisite tonight my lady" he said grabbing your hand, placing a kiss there

"Well, thank you my prince" you tried to retrieve your hand from his but he held it tight

"I must say the dress is beautiful but... I'd rather see it on my chambers floor" he said looking straight into your eyes, making you look away

"Prince Loki, I should go now"

"Why my dear? The night is young, so are we" he circled you, taking in your frame, quickly hugging your body you wanted to bury yourself into a hole "Don't be shy now, let me see you"

"I-I want to go..."

"Sure dear" he grabbed your hand and walked you to your mother and his mother "Mother, Queen Rhoda, if you excuse us, I would like to take Y/n to a walk around the palace"

Your mother gave you a look that you couldn't read, surprise? Amaze? Confusion? You didn't know

"Sure Prince Loki, I'm so glad you're taking a liking of my daughter, she doesn't attract many" your mother said casually, that hurt you even more

Your breath hitched and Loki heard it, smiling fakely at her he excused you both out, walking out the ballroom he spoke again

"How are you feeling princess?" You sighed, feeling like you might cry

"Awful, I want to dig a hole and cry there, I feel like a whale in a cute dress and I, you, I just-" a sob escaped your mouth, he turned to look at you, stopping your walk

"A whale? What are you talking about princess? You are beautiful" he kissed your forehead "And no one can tell you otherwise"

"But... I'm fat, greasy and no one will ever love like this" those were your mother's words towards you and your body

The truth was, she loves you yes, but since your father left for another woman, she became insecure, transmitting all that to you through the years, she was obsessed with having perfect daughters that would marry important princes and have perfect families and children

"Princess..." He brushed away your tears "You are beautiful, look at you, you are a princess, the most beautiful creature I've laid eyes on, it would be a privilege to well, court you" he brushed your hair away from your face "If you let me, I will show you a new perspective on yourself, on your body, you deserve to be loved, to be ravished, to be fucked out of your senses until you forget your name" you gasped at his words "If you let me..." You closed your eyes and nodded, he gave another kiss to your forehead "Allow me to show you what love is like, what I can do to show you that love and make you feel it, you won't regret it, and after tonight, you'll belong to me and I'll take you away from your mother and you'll be happy"

"How do you...?"

"I am a god sweetheart, can't lie to me, I see through you, your insecurity comes from your mother and has to stop, come with me princess and I'll show you how loved you are"

You smiled at him, seeing nothing but honesty in his eyes, nodding again he walked you to his chambers, were a long night of passion and love making awaited you... Along with so much love... More than you could ever imagine...

#loki marvel #loki imagine #loki odison x reader #loki x reader #loki laufeyson #loki smut #loki x plus size reader #loki x you #loki friggason

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comicaurora · 1 year

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With Dainix as a Red Lantern, what Corps do you think the rest of the cast would be a part of if any?

I could answer this with my thoughts, but I think it's more interesting to put this out as a discussion question. And it gives me an excuse to talk about wacky DC lore!

For those who don't know, the general gist of the lantern corps is that they are intergalactic organizations that harness the power of "the emotional electromagnetic spectrum", meaning every emotion has a color and if you have enough of that emotion and a corresponding lantern ring you can get powers from it. It started, obviously, with the Green Lanterns, and was Care-Bear'd out from there. The colors and their corresponding Vibes are:

Red - Rage. Red lanterns are pissed off all the time and are almost always evil. In the comics they're a lot more hardcore, like "straight-up blood magic" hardcore, but in cartoon adaptations they're basically just glowy and mad. Green Lantern: The Animated Series introduced a heroic red lantern, Razer, who serves as the good guy's edgy, grumpy lancer with a heart of gold. Basically all the others are jerks.

Orange - Greed. There is only one Orange Lantern at a time because they're too greedy to let anyone else share the power. That's basically their whole deal. More of a gimmick villain than anything. Apparently comes in lego form.

Yellow - Fear. The oldest of the bad-guy lantern corps. Unlike most of the Lanterns, it's less important that a Yellow Lantern feel fear than that they cause fear, which is totally cheating. The problem is these guys fight the Green Lanterns, whose whole deal is they don't respond to fear, which means they're kinda doomed from the outset. The absolute funniest thing to ever happen with a Yellow Lantern ring was this:

Green - Will. Not an emotion, but they came first so they're allowed to break the theme. Green Lanterns are powered from sheer heroic willpower, which is why they are basically always good guys. They have the ability to use their lantern rings to construct anything they can imagine, but they're all boring motherfuckers who make boxing gloves or guns, which is why the best Green Lantern is Kyle Rayner, an artist.

Blue - Hope. These guys have the power to bolster nearby Green Lanterns, which makes sense - easier to hold onto willpower when you have hope backing you up. Depending on the story they can also nerf nearby bad-guy lanterns. The Flash has been one of these, but surprisingly Superman has not, which feels like a huge oversight.

Indigo - Compassion. Pretty small and niche, mostly just introduced as a plot device in the Blackest Night storyline. Their actual tangible ability lets them mirror the abilities other Lanterns, which is a cool way to make compassion a unique power. Unfortunately their lore is basically "they are all sociopaths incapable of feeling emotion without their lantern rings, which are used to 'cure' them, and this is fine. also they are 'tribal' and wear body paint and fight with sticks. this came out in 2010." that aside, cool concept I guess??

Violet - Love. The "star sapphires" can channel the power of love and decided to make that everyone's problem. Oscillate between being good guys and villains of the week depending on how much that writer hates Hal Jordan's girlfriend. They were the Token All-Lady Lanterns for a while until they were recently confirmed to be co-ed, they had just been operating on the assumption that only women are capable of Real Love while men must be Mistrusted or Controlled With It, because despite being an intergalactic civilization composed of thousands of different alien species and cultures, apparently '60s earth gender essentialism was receiving the Emotion-Reading Power Ring Seal Of Approval for millennia. Whenever Wonder Woman gets a lantern ring it's one of these.

Black - Death. Also not an emotion, but whatever. These guys are smart, mean zombies. As they got more powerful in the Blackest Night super-zombie apocalypse story, any superhero who had ever died and been brought back became a Black Lantern, which is totally cheating considering what franchise this is.

White - Life. ALSO not an emotion, but the vibe of these guys is that they're like all the other lanterns combined into their truest, purest form, in the same way that white light is a mix of every color. Almost like the concept of trying to draw hard delineations between human emotions is a losing battle! I think you're only allowed to use this one if you're in the last 95% of your limited run and the bad guy really needs to die already.

Ultraviolet - Being A Huge Bummer. I guess someone decided the lantern corps needed ninjas. Representing "invisible light," aka most light, their emotion is "all negative emotion", which is somehow distinct from rage, fear and greed. What I like most about DC comics is how none of the writers agree with each other about literally anything.

#asks #fanart prompt #DC

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granills · 2 years

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Ice around Fire - Daemon Targaryen x Stark!reader

4. Indomitable Creatures and Her

Only between the shadow of each tree could two silhouettes be seen standing in the dim fall morning sun. Weak shoestring lines of sunlight cascaded down through the evergreen canopy to irradiate the setting dew on everything from blades of grass to hewn logs left to rot or leafy branches of bushes.

Lady Alicent asked you to take a walk in the garden and share her thoughts regarding your brother. To your amazement, they were forming a relationship that did not predict the worst. Cregan was now reminding you of a little boy who finally got his sweets and was joyful almost every time the conversation went about Alicent Hightower. You led her along the path beside a Weirwood tree, taking her under the arm.

"I feel so flurried confessing that I indeed like him too, Lady Y/n."

"It is natural to feel that way, Lady Alicent. Cregan only vents about you." You said softly.

Squeezing a book in her hands, Alicent looked at you dreamily, a pink blush colouring her cheeks forthwith. She was just like Cregan, joyful enough to shift the aura around her, and make the birds sing again like on a spring morning. Reaching the long terrace strewn with flower bushes, you took a moment to admire the city.

"Today is a good day." The sound of approaching steps made both of you turn towards the intruder of the silence. Alicent hurried to bow her head looking at her feet.

"Good morning, my lord." She said.

"Lady Alicent. Lady Y/n." Daemon bowed his head.

"My lord." You repeated after Alicent.

Without a word, Daemon silently looked over at you occasionally looking past you, at the scenery. Squinting her eyes Alicent clearly saw the condition you were in, how tense the air got in a few seconds. Faintly smiling to herself, she cleared her voice and said, "I must hurry before my Father leaves. Thank you for your company, Lady Y/n."

She smiled at you pointedly. "My lord" was the last thing she uttered to Daemon before disappearing behind the garden trees.

Daemon followed her with his gaze until she was no longer seen and turned back to you. "You should put something on over your dress. Preferably a mantle."

"Is there a reason?" Eyes scanning over him, you raised an eyebrow in his direction.

"You might need it while riding a dragon." He revealed.

"Excuse me?" You studied him sceptically but his words caught you off guard, "A dragon?"

"I want you to meet Caraxes." His eyes gleaming.

"Absolutely not." You frowned.

"Yes."

"No!"

"Why?" He asked almost pleadingly.

You pulled at your bottom lip and tried to avert your eyes, "Because I am terrified of them."

"You? Fearless woman with sword skills better than anyone I know?" He cocked a playful eyebrow over in your direction.

He waited ready for you to make a snarky remark. But it never came. Either you were tired or you were waiting to pop off with something he did not want to hear. You lowered your eyes.

He blinked to focus on your face but mostly all he could feel was the faint touch of fragility that you radiated in that moment. You shook your head taking less care to see him slink his way closer to you. Taking your hands into his, he unintentionally pulled you closer to him.

"He will not do you any harm, unless I say so."

"Don't you know the legends? A dragon will not let anyone on himself except for Targaryen." Your ability to control your anger less refined than him.

"I know the legends, because I invented them." You finally looked up to see his focused expression on you.

"Trust me, Y/n." He said, eyes stuck on you. The offer that often lingered in your mind since the day you met him. Unaccustomed sorrow welled up in your stomach. Almost like heartburn you knew standing in the middle of the castle nearing noonday, you couldn't just choke it down. Squeezing his hand as a sign of a long-awaited answer, you slowly nodded.

"My father will have your head, if he burns me alive." You muttered conservatively to Daemon.

Blessed with a genuine smile, Daemon whispered. "He has a name."

***

A sudden eruption in roars before unsettling silence filtered down on the ground of the Dragonpit. Eyes guided towards what caused the disturbance, you caught a glimpse of familiar reason. Now with everything swelling up to a head, you did not realize you were ready for it.

A red, huge, lean creature landed a few feet away from you. Astonished by the size of the dragon, you could not help but envision this creature in battles. He was formidable, fearsome, and experienced. The Dragonkeepers stood behind you, whereas Daemon approached Caraxes. Palms touching the rough skin, he brought his forehead closer against the dragon as a mother would soothe her child in tender touch, sealing the display of affection.

"Give me your hand." Daemon's fixed look separated from his dragon and he gazed out at you.

Tearing your eyes away from Caraxes you looked at Daemon, not a single muscle twitched on your face. "He will not like me. I'm cold."

"What a concurrence. He is fond of cold-hearted women. Come here." His voice accompanied with a deep roar behind him.

Shoulders set back, face lifted forward you approached the two reasons of your unrest, footsteps crunched under the dry gravel of the Dragonpit. You raised your hand up in the air and brought it closer to the skin of Caraxes when Daemon's hand clasped over yours and pressed it against the dragon's face.

Your shoulders remained still, letting your gaze look up at the light brown eye of the dragon that was looking directly at you.

"Don't tremble. He feels your fear." Daemon's voice came beside you.

"Thank you, Daemon. Now that you have said that, I absolutely feel safe." You muttered to him.

Even standing in front of your greatest nightmare, you did not hold back to give a snarky response to the other dragon.

Disregarding your response, his eyebrow shot up, the idea peaking interest in him. "Are you ready?"

"For what?"

"To see the King's Landing from such view that no any man could ever show you."

Helping you to get on Caraxes' back he turned to warn you to hold on tighter and noticed halfway that your arms were already wrapped around his body momentarily you'd gotten up on the dragon. Pulling him to your embrace and squeezing him tightly. Caraxes swayed in his place before taking off to the clouds but you made sure to shut your eyes immediately.

"Don't forget to open your eyes occasionally." Daemon smirked before petting the dragon's back.

#ice around fire #i am spoiling you #daemon targaryen x stark!reader #daemon targaryen x reader

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shortstrawberry · 2 years

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Yandere headcannon for the Arcane ladies!

Vi is your average parenting yandere. Having grown up as a parent for her younger sister, it's only natural.

By personality Vi is a fun, caring person who will absolutely spoil you rotten. Expect to be coddled by her.

On good days she will take you out to fun little dates where she'll make you try all kinds of wonderful street food. She'll also take you to arcade and pretend to lose at the last minute just to see you smile.

On bad days though, Vi is dangerous. She has a temper that can scare even the most hardass cops. And with that muscular built with scars to show for all the fights she got into, it's best if you don't do anything that can tick her off.

Just be a nice, submissive little thing for Vi and she'll adore you. Try to resist or disobey her, and you'll know that she isn't any less crazy then her sister.

Caitlyn is the kind of yandere who wants to know everything about you. And by everything, I mean everything.

She will totally use her cop privilege to find out everything about you. You can expect her to make regular rounds around your neighborhood, all under the guise of doing 'regular' police rounds.

Eventually it won't be enough to just know everything about you from a distance. She'll find some excuse to approach you. Maybe she'll pull your car over as a cop just to talk to you? Or maybe she'll knock on your door for a routine visit?

Caitlyn is the analytical and slow type, so she will not rush anything with you. She'll go nice and slow, starting with befriending you. Sooner or later she'll have you wrapped around her pinky, and you'll be the one to ask her out on a date.

Caitlyn is probably the chillest among the arcane ladies. She is sane enough to respect your boundaries. But do keep in mind that is fiercely protective, and will not hesitate to gun down anyone who she deems as a threat to your well-being.

At last we come to Jinx. She is the most dangerous of the three. Manipulative, stalkery, batshit crazy, you name it. Jinx has every yandere trait in her pack of cards.

For Jinx, it's going to be love at first sight. And since she has absolutely no impulse control, she is going to snatch you away immediately. You are comfortably sleeping in your bed and whoosh. You are waking up in her warehouse.

Jinx does want to make you happy, so she will bring you anything you desire. You want that fancy dress? She'll rob the shopping for you. You want ps5? She'll raid the Sony itself! You ask and you shall receive.

The only thing you can't get is freedom. Jinx has major abandonment issues, owing to how everyone in her life has practically left her. Just the thought of you leaving her will send her into a psychotic break.

(And that's it for now! If you have any requests for me please send it my way and I'll see what I can do about it!)

#yandere #yandere female #arcane #yandere headcanons #arcane caitlyn #jinx arcane #vi arcane #yandere jinx #yandere caitlyn #yandere vi #arcane headcanon #requests open #wlw

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dunefeather · 2 years

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Hi! Here i am again 🙈 i would love to make a request for a Gurney x reader imagine! The reader and Gurney love eachother but haven't told the other yet. Gurney is hessitant because he is older and reader is hessitant because their past relationship was not so great. So maybe Gurney comes back from a fight hurt and the reader takes care of his injuries, they talk and finally confess their love for eachother. Some smut at the end please!😊 Hope everything is alright!

Here it is ! Thank you for requesting ! 😊

Secret Unveiled (18+)

Gurney Halleck x F!Reader

Content : smut, protected sex, medical exam, love confession, mutual pining, friends to lovers, age gap, fluff, angst.

Gurney Halleck is no stranger to you and this little light in your eyes each time you welcome him in the infirmary, whatever the reason. It was simple for him to find some explanation : a guard hurt during his duty, he happened to walk nearby and decided to visit you, or a quick meeting with the staff to ask for any improvement needed.

This man is proud of his missions and achievements throughout his life. To be fair he is even pretty satisfied with his ability to keep himself in shape despite his age. Of course years are showing but he keeps discipline and physical condition at heart. He is respected, listened to. Sadly he doesn't have anyone to share his life with. He may not be the most romantic soul of this castle - and would never equal Leto Atreides' level around Lady Jessica - but his loneliness had started to take a toll and it got worse around you.

"The day you tell me you trained with live ammunition I won't even be surprised," you sigh, "I guess this soldier was upset for some reason ?"

It's hard to focus around you. Gurney feels ashamed of this attraction he feels whenever you come into his eyesight or - even better - when you get to touch his bare skin to heal him. A part of him wants to show off around you but is afraid of crossing the line that would condemn him to being seen as a creepy old man. With all his experience and years of restraint and sacrifices in many aspects of his life he should be able not to shudder at soft feminine hands on his bare chest. He is no longer the young soldier that could have an excuse of falling for the first cute nurse he sees after a traumatic accident.

"No live ammunition I promise," he chuckles, "not as long as you could do much worse as retaliation."

"I don't know who would have to fear this the most, you or the idiot that would have accepted to obey that kind of orders."

It feels good to have someone to share a few laughs despite the bruises your are examining. He likes your stern eyes.

"I hope you would take care of that idiot then, there are days where teaching them not to listen to everything they hear is more difficult than others." He admits.

"So they have to learn to obey at everything but at the same time to anticipate what could get them into troubles ?"

"Of course."

Gurney tenses up as you push him gently to seat onto a table, a few shameful thoughts crossing his mind as you make him lean backwards a little to take care of some wound. You are standing there in your white dress, face invisible as you are leaning towards him. He hopes he lost enough blood during that stupidly dangerous training not to show you any unexpected excitement down there.

"I am going to apply some balm on your belly and ribs." You mumble before walking to the right. "some serious bruises that are going to get pretty painful if we don't do anything."

He wants to show off so badly. Humour will help him to get more comfortable and stop thinking about inappropriate details.

"You can tell me if you want to touch you know," he jokes with a cocky tone, "enjoy it for as long as I still have a body."

"Then spread your legs Warmaster instead of bragging." You chuckle as you come back at the spot right in front of him. "I need room to treat your silliness."

Shit. You're not making things easier do you ? Gurney decides to look up at the ceiling, his knuckles turning white as he grabs the corners of the table firmly to distract himself from your insanely close presence. He'd love to have a beautiful girl like you bent over that same table, or even better in his bed. How many times he came back to his quarters like a stray dog beaten up by strangers and only wanting some kind touch in a safe place ?

He swallows hard as he spreads his legs for you to get closer, and attempts to think of something else than his inexistent sex life. He's a grown ass man, he can deal with a cute nurse with no problem. Yes but with an interesting cute nurse that's different.

"Do you want me to give you some painkiller? You look like much more in pain than when coming in." You ask with worry clear in your voice when you rest your hand on his forehead. "Do you have any other injury ?"

"Not that I know of," he replies.

"Mh. Adrenaline must have been erased by your body now, you should feel any wound that could have escaped your attention."

"I'm fine. Old man joints."

You snort at this and he regrets the precise moment when you remove your hand from his forehead.

"Gurney, you are not that old," you scold him.

Your head is lowered to the area around his belly now covered with bruises. It's certainly his imagination but the way your fingers hold that tissue covered in transparent balm over his skin feels sensual to him. The cold substance sends chills down his back. Slow circles, very little pressure... and that low wet sound feel all too good despite the slight pain.

"I am that old. But thank you for denying the truth." He whispers.

"Nah. Look at you. Still a healthy Warmaster able to resist a mine with no major problem."

The softness of your gaze is hypnotizing as well as this grin. He had always heard that younger women were a danger to weak minds and he has to admit that more than that you are the only one weakening him that way.

"I had a special protective outfit on and the mine was disfunctional."

"Still. That's quite impressive."

"You wouldn't have said that if I had lost a leg. You would be screaming at me."

"I'd be crying you mean." You say with an offended tone as you lower the tissue to right above his waistline. "No way I let you get rid off your old man joints like that as you call them. I'd do it expertly without any pain."

He shouldn't laugh like that and soon enough he regrets it as his belly hurts all too much for his comfort. You stop applying the balm and grab his bare shoulders themselves covered with bruises here and there. He likes you what the hell can he do against that fact ?

"So I have old man joints." He taunts you as you cross your arms.

"Oh shut your mouth and stop being silly," you smile brightly, "you are lucky it's a small day or I'd have kicked you out of this infirmary a long time ago. You are a strong old man fully capable to overcome big bad bruises."

He wants to kiss you hard, to taste your lips and the saltiness of your skin on your throat. How blessed must have been the men that were part of your past. Having you saying their name with a panting voice must be a delight.

How long has it been since the last time he saw a naked woman ? Especially one like you ? As young as you ? He forgot how satisfying and beautiful it looks, with a face still relatively innocent yet capable of those feline stares.

"Are you hurt anywhere else ?" You ask sheepishly before turning around to walk hastily to your first aid kit.

Uncertain, he pounders whether or not he should tell you. He doesn't know what that balm could do to his sensitive parts. After all they don't hurt anymore. But after all you are a nurse, and humor sounds like something perfect to deflect any uncomfort between you.

"Hm... well I felt some pain down there as I fell onto a rock." He admits with a grimace as he remembers the atrocious pain it sent throughout his body. "But I'm doing better. Don't worry about it."

"Are you alright ?" You ask with an embarrassed grin. "I can check if you feel like it could have gotten wounded. Did your outfit get opened under the shock ?"

"Maybe. I don't know, I wasn't really thinking about my outfit at the moment. And I know... well last time you talked about a guy you appreciated so I don't want to make things awkward if you come to talk about the Warmaster's crush nuts to him."

He is ashamed at how impatient he is to get your answer, and at how proud he is as you chuckle and release the tension of your shoulders.

"Don't worry I take care of my patients' privacy. And that guy is part of the past anyway. Like all the others."

The faint crack of your voice make him both guilty and happy. Of course everything had to end up with those idiots. They don't deserve you. Honestly he does think he does, but you must have other goals in your life.

"I'm sorry for you. You sounded like you appreciated him at least a bit."

"I did. But you know how the soldiers are when they see a nurse taking the role of their mother when they were little kids." You laugh as you shake your head. "They get attached, make you hope a lot with the bright light in their eyes and... well they are adults so they have different priorities than children and suddenly it's not the maternal side that interests them and... and they leave."

How can anyone treat you like shit like that ? That brief sadness and uncertainty over your face shouldn't exist. It makes him angry, it's as simple as that.

"You are a wonderful woman they would run up to the day we get at war." He grumbles with a stern look. "They are cowards that think of themselves as more important than they are. The day you meet someone deserving your attention you'll know it."

"Thank you." You smile softly as you rub your thumbs against each other. "But don't worry about me."

"You are charming. I'm pretty sure you already have all the men at your feet trying to seduce you."

"If they could be as interesting as you are it would be much better."

"I beg your pardon ?"

It's unbelievable how little it takes to make him feel as light as a feather despite his exhaustion. A boyish grin forms on his lips as he witnesses you all flustered but trying to stand your ground.

"For an old man you are interesting. Don't get too confident." You half scold him with a huge smile.

"It's good to know. Finally you acknowledge that you can tolerate me."

"Of course I tolerate you, it's even nice of you to visit us so often."

"How could I not to when there is the most beautiful nurse of this planet right there ?"

"Stop it I swear." You laugh out loud.

"You are pretty attractive I would be a liar of I pretended the opposite. If I were a young soldier I would fall in love, not use and throw away as they do."

"Well... I don't consider you as old. So I guess you are young enough to fall ?"

"I'm still young enough for this." He confirms.

You are a bad actress pretending to look for something but It's so good to feel that ego boost after a depressing morning.

"So," you start again with a low voice when you turn around, "does it hurt ?"

"Yeah."

"Do you need some medication ?"

He nods and the nibbling on your bottom lip activates something on him. Not enough to harden at the mere thought of you seeing his manhood, but enough to convince h that he won't be able to repress his body instincts for long.

"Stand up and take your pants off please." You instruct as you get another tissue ready.

His heart is pounding and his boots reach the ground, his calloused hands undoing his black belt to keep it open around his waist. He feels that electric shock so maybe it wouldn't be a useless exam.

"I'll have a look and tell you whether or not you need a fecundity test, it could have affected your..."

His eyes don't leave the back of your head and he grins at the slight jolt you have when his pants reach his ankles, the metallic sound of his belt reaching the ground making his state obvious. His black boxer is the only thing separating his private parts from you and it's thrilling.

"Well. Let me see. Describe the pain."

You turn around and walk up to him, hesitant eyes glaring at his confident ones.

"Electric shocks in my testicles under some motions." He states calmly. "I got it at my penis as well but I don't have any pain."

"Do you still feel them ?"

"I do."

"Alright. Lower your underwear."

Gurney loves the way your eyes widen so subtly as they lower on his manhood. It sends a pleasing warmth in his belly, his hips ending up. You like what you see.

It gets even better when you kneel down, a pair of rubber gloves on his thighs to make him spread them. Your head is only made of hair from his point of view, and really dirty things start to find a way to his mind.

"You have a pretty bad bruise on your right testicle, up to your waistline." You say breathless.

"No wound ?" He purrs ?

"No wound."

His eyes close by themselves as he knows he is fucked the second your hands start to press his balls slowly. Really precise circles at some spots. His pubic hairs react at the goosebumps your touch create, and he gets ecstatic at how well you manage to keep your voice still despite his erection starting to show and his balls still holding the seed he has dreamt of making you swallow for months.

"The left one looks correct." You say absentmindedly.

"I'm sorry for... you know." You says with a smile as he stares at the wall before him.

"It's natural." You chuckle. "It's... all natural... may I touch it ?"

"Yes."

He silences the moan forming in his throat as his feels the rubber pressing his hardening shaft. It has nothing to do with masturbation, he does understand you are testing his sensitivity but by the Gods it feels both frustrating and relieving.

"Is it alright ?"

"More than alright." He whispers.

Fuck it if that makes him look like a pervert. He is tired of pretending you don't arouse him. He hasn't had sex in an eternity, the girl of his dreams is there after a mine explosion that could have cost him so much more than a pubic exam. He is not complaining.

"A bruise there." You say quietly as your finger brushes up the right side of his shaft. "All the way up to the tip, it follows the vein."

Gurney swallows hard as you keep caressing the same area a dozen of times, much more than necessary until his erection rests on his belly. You get up, your hand still brushing this side and your eyes demanding his attention with a clear desire lightening them up. He want to fuck that pretty mouth, to claim you as his from behind, to taste your wetness.

"Is it misplaced to desire you as much as I do right now ?" He asks as you let him cup your face.

"Do you actually think you are the only one having such thoughts ?"

Your thumb now circles around his tip, your hand wrapped around his warm and throbbing flesh. It does hurt a little due to his bruises but he isn't complaining.

"I'm flattered you think of me this way." He admits as his hands go down to the thin skin of your neck.

"Do you think of me as... some fresh flesh, or as... more ?"

It's enough to make him grab your wrist at the sudden heavenly sensation threatening him to come already. He can't let himself do that despite how tempting it is under your now playful smile.

"More. Definitely as more." He whispers as your thumb keeps on taunting him.

"Are there... feelings ?" You ask with begging eyes.

"There are feelings. Yes there are feelings. Strong ones. They've been there for a while."

Gurney doesn't let your kiss go as soft as you intended it to be. He devours you and you follow his guidance faithfully until feeling his tongue against yours, his chest covered in balm staining your white dress as his strong arms press you against him. You are burning too, fully reactive to the tension eating him up from the inside.

"I need to..." you whisper breathlessly.

Your sentence gets cut off as he lifts your dress up to your waist then forces you to sit on the table, them takes the fabrics off. His lips are busy kissing and nibbling your neck, his hands conquering any spot of bare skin available.

"Gurney fuck I need some protection I can't... I can't do it like that..." You whisper desperately as your bra gets tossed to the ground.

"You're magnificent." He groans before sucking on your right breast avidly.

He loves how eager you are to give yourself to him, he wants to feel you come undone under his hip thrusts. He wants to claim you as loudly as possible so any other nurse or doctor in the other rooms can hear you. Oh yes how hot it is to make them know when he will make you shake with pleasure.

"Gurney please I..." You moan as he attacks your other nipple.

How greedy your hands are as the explore his toned body. He is clearly not old enough to disgust you despite what he was afraid of. You are starving for good time like he has been, welcoming his body and feelings completely.

"That's why I love you, always so perfect." He purrs before starting to leave a mark on your throat.

Your bare legs wrap his waist firmly as he feels your arm looking for something, opening a plastic or something similar as his thoughts go completely blank at the mere anticipation of filling you up. Then he sees a white color flashing on the side and leaves some room between your crotches.

The time you insert your own protection inside you he leaves a trail of sloppy kisses on your chest, his hands massaging your breasts.

"Go inside." You whisper.

You are exactly as tight as pictured in his dream from a few nights ago, your warmth swallowing his thick shaft relatively easily. Your protection is not as wet as your core yet, but it's only a matter of seconds the time the lubricant spreads at his thrusts. He stares at your clouded eyes with authority, a hands grabbing your nape as he gets deeper and deeper, your shaky exhale turning into a sensual moan.

"My beautiful." He mumbles before pressing his balls against you.

"Gurney." You squeal with your hand in his hair. "Please my love please."

The first stroke is both slow and brutal, his forehead against yours.

"Repeat."

"Please my love," you whisper.

He thrusts out then in.

"Again."

"Please my love," you moan.

It's good to have you now moaning in his mouth, his hand on your bare breast, his cock pounding inside you. He is no fool, he knows anyone right outside the room can hear you, even listen to you if they wanted to. But that's perfect. Make them know you are calling him, the Warmaster, "my love." Make them hear it again and again.

He clenches his teeth with his forehead on your shoulder as he watch a breast bouncing at the corner of his eye, his climax so close. Any woman would have driven him crazy after such a long abstinence but you are making it so much better.

The second he forces you to look at him he knows it's over for you. Your eyes rolling, your body exposing him your breasts even more, the sensual loud moan leaving your lips, your sex clenching around him... you are cumming hard and don't care about how hot you look to him and how hard he ejaculates in you, weeks of seed filling you up and dripping on the table as he pulls out.

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Waning Obsession(Yandere Kokushibo x Reader) Ch2 Amongst Us

(Warnings: Some Hate and discrimination against demons. Y/n accidentally cuts her hand a bit. Mentioning of a few scars on reader's hands.

Demons don't eat humans in this au but most aren't very pleasant. Y/n has no cannon design and can look however you like except for her turquoise eyes which is plot related.

EDIT: Fixed previous spelling errors.)

The scent of burnt flowers is the first thing that greeted you when you came back to the little shop two days later.

You had slept in late because of your nightly escapades and by the time you woke up and rushed back to the small shop, it was already mid-day. But you had found your boss there. And the older woman was. NOT. Pleased. The opening of the door was greeted by her form sitting down near a shelf looking to be rearranging some candles by color, and had given you the dirtiest scowl you'd ever seen on an old woman.

"Where have you been?!," she demanded rudely as you gasped for air from running all the way there. Her arms crossed and she scowled harder. "I've been up all morning trying to rearrange these shelves all by myself and I can't reach most of them!"

You immediately bowed still gasping for air. "I-...I'm s-so sorry. I-I overslept b-by accident." You gasped out between breaths.

"Excuses, excuses! I don't suppose you brought me the basil I asked for?" Her brow rose as your body stiffened up, remembering that you stupidly left the small bag of wild herbs by your bedside. She hummed. "Mm hm. Well since you think that staying up last night would give you a good excuse for lateness, you can just come in early tomorrow morning and help clean out the storage in the back!''

"I-I can just go b-back and get them-"

"And give you the idea of just falling back asleep? Not likely. Now get in here and get those green candles off the top shelf."

It seems fate decided to be a cruel lady to you. You had no choice but to sigh and obey, forcing your tired body to just work the rest of that day away before being granted permission to finally head home and rest more. Totally exhausted by the time you got home and just collapsing into your futon with a sigh. Tomorrow... Tomorrow would be better after you got lots of sleep and weren't feeling sleep deprived.

The first rays of day kissed the skies good morning and woke her up enough to bring out the cheerful smile of morning from her slumber. Glass shined as the light passed right through the window panes and chased away the darkness in the home. The rays of light passed up the body stopping among the head and shining directly into the soff eyelids. They fluttered and moved from the light's gleam until they opened slowly, squinting and blinking at the light until they adjusted.

Turquoise irises gazed softly out at the world.

You blinked before groaning in annoyance at the light shuffling around under your blanket but ultimately decided to get up from how too warm it was. The summer beat and the sun's light baring down on you on top of the thick blanket covering you made your body too irritatedly hot, so the blanket was kicked off in order for you to get up. Your torso sat up arms reaching above your head to stretch out, your mouth yawning. A hand reached up to wipe the sandman's kisses away from your eyes. Another morning to live. Another day to work. You slowly got yourself up and got yourself ready despite your still groggy state to get ready for work to ensure you'd not get another earful from your boss for being late again. So you were quick to make yourself look presentable and made sure to grab the small bag of herbs she wanted to avoid any scolding concerning that as well. With a final look in the mirror and grabbing a nearby apple for breakfast, you smiled at yourself before you opened the door and headed out your door into the morning sun.

You held the bright red apple in your mouth as you closed the door to your small one bedroom home behind you and turned to start walking down the sunny street. The sweet taste of apple tainted your senses as you are the delicious fruit on your way down the road. There was a nice breeze again today and a lot of clouds in the sky providing you shade from the harsh sunlight as you walked which made it a nice day to walk around. No doubt there would be countless people taking advantage of the nice weather. Your turquoise eyes wondered around lifting the fruit again to your mouth...but lowered it as you noticed that-...Wait a minute.

Where was everyone?

Your eyes wondered around the nearly empty street as you walked down the dirt road between all the houses and small businesses slowing down your pace as you noticed that the streets were.. unusually barren. Usually you would see young children running around playing and laughing loudly in such nice weather but you didn't see any of the young children around or their laughter. The elderly would be seen relaxing on the shady porches but they too were gone. No men and their sons were walking past you to the forest to fish and hunt like they did every morning. No people were walking around the roads. No one was tending to the various small gardens around the homes... Nothing. Well no. There WAS a few people. Although they seemed to be walking quickly and keeping their heads down whenever you watched them pass. You tried smiling and waving at a few people but they either ignored you or didn't notice making you raise a brow at their strange behaviors. What was going on? This was highly unusual. You couldn't help but stare at the strange occurrence. Turning a corner you were pleased to see at least two child playing outside. A little boy no older than five playing with no doubt his baby brother as the barely toddler boy squealed in delight as his older brother played peekaboo with him. You smiled softly at the cute sight before a slamming of a door caused both to look up.

"What do you think you're doing?!," an angry older woman demanded. She had thrown the sliding door open in the house right across from the two boys that looked at her.

"We're playing?," the older boy asked back.

"When there's death lurking about?! You're in big trouble!!"

The woman(their mother no doubt) continued scolding them as she stomped over. Effortlessly scooping up the baby in one arm while the other harshly grabbed the young boy by the back of his kimono. He was forced up and quickly marched back into the house, the door slamming back shut just as you were walking past their house. You continued to stare at the door for a long moment as you passed bewildered more before continuing on your way towards the small shop. Seriously what was going on? It was like if the a plague had combed through the town scaring everyone into hiding overnight. It wasn't like this just the other day. You decided to get to work quickly and see if things were better there instead. The apple core now eaten was tossed aside into a nearby tree patch before you hurried on your way down the rest of this street before turning left and going down three more small homes. The third home being the small shop that doubled as your boss's home. The streets were still practically empty but at least the shop looked calm. The eerie silence was getting to you so you quickly walked up to the shop and opened the door-

Only to reel back as the smells of burning wysteria and smoke and ashes hit your senses.

The stinging of the smoke hit you first as your eyes stung from smoke. The smell of singed wysteria burning your nostrals and making your lungs involuntarily cough and instincts drove you to sharply throw your head to the side. Your coughing fit in the open doorway to allow most of the smoke in the house to escape instantly and allowing the wind still blowing to blow it away.

"What are you doing?!," an older voice sounding like nails on a chalkboard screeched. "You'll letting our protection out you foolish girl!"

A hand suddenly grabbed your arm and tugged harshly. Your coughing firm gasped out as you were thrown inside stumbling a few feet before falling to your knees and continuing to cough. There was a loud slamming sound behind you as someone closed the door quickly and then shuffled around you. You coughed and fanned away any leftover smoke away from your face, rubbing your watery eyes before you turned and stared at the old woman shuffling around to look at you with a deep scowl.

"W-What *cough* was that?," you asked between coughs looking at her. "Did something catch on fire?"

"No you naive child!," she spat pointing at you harshly, "You just jeopardized what little protection I have against these beasts!"

You blinked at her bewildered even more. "W-What are you talking about? Protection from what?"

"How could you not know?!"

"Know what? What's going on?"

"FOOLISH GIRL!!" The pointing finger poked harshly on your chest. "A demon's been spotted outside of the village two nights ago!" Her face turned from anger and annoyance to fear quickly as she gave a quick look outside of the window. "As far as everyone knows it's still out there."

Your body froze as her words slowly seeped into your brain and your eyes widened. "A what?!"

A demon. The rumored cold hearted killers everyone feared. And one was spotted near your peaceful village?! How- No. WHY?! It didn't make any sense for a demon to be here. Demons lived in large towns and cities and were attracted to buzzing crowds and wars and fighting. It wouldn't make sense for them to come all the way out here. It was literally in the middle of nowhere and was as bland and simple as can be. There wasn't any treasures or valuable things to attract them. So why was there one lurking about? You blinked looking around you and finally located the source of all the smoke and smells. Many small sticks of wysteria incense had been lit and burning. Around them was all the wysteria scented candles you had lit up and filling up the home with more wysteria smell. The amount of smoke and wysteria was overwhelming and made your head spin. Eventually you reached up to pinch your nose to protect it from the scent overload.

"Why are you burning so much wysteria?"

"Because demons hate the flower. They won't go near it. It's the only protection an old woman like me can have but because of you most of it went out the door!''

"Don't you think you're taking it a bit too far?," you asked ignoring her insults.

"Absolutely not! When it comes to a demon I won't take chances! Now go in the back and see if there's anymore wysteria candles quickly! We need to light more to replace the heavy scent you lost me!"

You would've sighed at her yelling again but given the circumstances you'd thought it'd be better to play it safe. So you only got up and obeyed silently. There was not anymore wysteria scented candles in the back or on any of the shelves when you looked nor was there anymore wysteria incense. She had burnt all of it. The closest thing you could find was a single small bottle of wysteria perfume that your boss immediately grabbed and dosed herself in making your head swim more from the overpowering scent. You started to develop a headache the more you smelt it, and with her refusing to open any doors or windows, you had taken to just sitting in a separate room and covering your nose with your kimono. Safe to say that you didn't have any customers that day. In fact most of it was spent trying not to cough, calming down your boss, and watching her obsessively looking out the window in fear but every time you looked out, you saw absolutely nothing out of the ordinary other than the eerily silent streets, and you missed the tall figure walking slowly down the road. He stopped, took a few seconds to gaze around carefully,.. before slowly walking back down the road away from the shop. You were too busy with your back towards the window trying to calm the old woman's rambles for the fifth time to notice. But at least you knew why everyone was acting strangely at this point.

You also alternated between trying to carve a green nice smelling mint soap into the shape of a rose flower in bloom. However this one wouldn't be for sale. Oh no. You were planning on taking this one home for yourself. Unfortunately it wasn't done yet and you had to leave it on the table by the perfumes to tend to your boss's panicked episodes.

Nothing changed except for the sky. The clouds that were blowing across the sky now darkened from white to dark grey and increased in number. The wind picked up shaking your wind chimes like crazy, moving the trees at an alarming rate. A rain storm was coming without a doubt. Hours slowly crept past. The sun moved across the sky near sunset now. And you were surprised to see your boss come out of the back dragging a big bag with her.

Curious and confused you pointed at it and asked, "What's that for?"

"For me of course," she huffed back. "It's too dangerous for a defenseless old woman like myself to stay alone while that monster is roaming about. I'm going to stay with my son and his family until the danger passes! Before dark too." She shivered giving a look at the setting sun. "They always get more active during the night. I'm not going to be stuck alone waiting to see what happens."

"You're leaving now?" You glanced back at the home. You noticed the melted wax all over the floor and the candle stubs and all the ash everywhere. "And leaving the mess?"

"My life is worth more than a mess! It'll be here when I return."

You rose a brow at her and then again at the mess thinking. "Why don't I clean it? It's the least I could do."

The older woman gave you a look like you were crazy and looked you up and down. "Are you still sleep deprived?"

"No. I'd just rather not leave a mess. It usually brings bad luck."

"And you'd do that despite the dangers?"

"There hasn't been any dangers. No one has shown up all day and we haven't even seen anything. For all we know, that sighting might've just been a misunderstanding. Or maybe the demon already left."

She still looked at you like you were crazy but eventually looked away shaking her head. "If you want to clean so late I won't stop you, but I still say you're nothing but foolish." She nodded towards the back of the home. "Although I won't leave you to wonder back home alone if you don't have to. If it becomes too dark, you can just spend the night here and spare yourself the dangers of walking alone at night."

You smiled at her before nodding. "I'll keep that in mind. Thank you."

"Hmm. Just don't say I didn't warn you if something were to happen." With that last grim warning, she left with her bag. Carefully pulling the door open, looking up and down the road, and shuffling out as quick as her old legs could carry her up the road.

You were left standing there staring at the door before you also slowly approached the door and slid it all the way open. The eerily quiet streets met you as you gazed your turquoise eyes up and down the empty dirt road carefully but yet again did not see anyone other than the quickly retreating form of the old woman before she took disappeared around a corner. Truly leaving the streets empty and devoid of life. You continued to stare a little while longer before sighing and allowing the door to remain completely open to allow the remaining burning wysteria smell to escape the house. It was giving you a big headache at this point so fresh air would be just what you needed. So allowing it to remain wide open, you got to work grabbing the broom to sweep up the ashes. You sighed seeing all the wax dried all over the floors and tables. You'd have to get a knife to scrape the wax off everything. You would not have an easy night.

Twilight soon began to fall and the more you stayed the more quiet it gotten and the less people you saw until the streets were completely bare of any living creatures and no lights other than the occasional street lantern or candle in the window and the setting sun leaving only a little sunlight to spare. It would soon be complete night, and you were left all alone. You felt almost like a criminal gazing around back allies, hiding from sight, and keeping secret. The darkened skies completely filled up with dark clouds and the wind blew fiercely making the trees shake and groan scarily. The wind blowing in making you shiver and decide now would be a good time to close the door soon. Countless minutes were spent on hand and knees using a carving knife to scrape wax off the floor until you had finally finished. Although not without consequences. During the last few bits, the knife slipped from your hand and sliced across the palm of your right hand. It wasn't a deep cut. Nothing life threatening to you, but it still stung as you wrapped a spare bandage from the back around it. Today was definitely not your day.

You gathered the wax pieces and quickly went outside to throw them out before returning to grab the broom and started to sweep all the ashes across the floor and out the door. As you were doing so, the first drops of rain started to pour down and hit the roof and outside. The broom bristles scraped across the floor pushing the ashes outside the door and onto the porch. You took a moment to stand there and look out into the stormy dark night. Rain pelted everything and you jumped as the first clash of thunder crashed throughout the heavens- A sudden noise made you suddenly jump and a cat yowled out from the inside of an overflowing crate full of garbage and scurried away into the night leaving you spooked. You felt on edge from your boss's warning and you couldn't help but feel like you were one of those unfortunate victims you always heard in ghost stories. The ones who always meet their early demise in the dark. If you weren't offered shelter here for the night instead of walking back in this weather, you would've felt more on edge. The last rays of the setting sun was dowsed by the watering night and all light finally left, making the shadows more powerful. More bigger. The outstretched hands of darkness caressed the world in its grip. You quickly swept the ashes off the porch and onto the muddy ground before quickly turning to go back inside.

The broom retired against the wall. Your hand rested against the door as you gave one last look out. The streets were completely dark, no houses had anymore lanterns or candles inside to light up the houses. Only the lightning to flash everything awake for a brief second. Your shop was the only one with a candle in the window.... Perhaps you should follow suit and put it out and retire for the night. It was already getting late and your worries were starting to make you paranoid about nothing. Your legs took you a step back, your hand slowly slid the door closed-

Only to meet resistance once it was almost closed.

"Hm?"

Your head turned to the door. A light whistling noise was established by the wind blowing through a small space. The door was cracked open just about an inch. You tried pushing it closed all the way but it didn't budge. What the- Your other hand reached up to try and push it shut with both hands. It didn't budge. You started to push harder and harder to try and get it closed. It didn't move. Soon you were pushing it as hard as you could with both hands and a shoulder pressed against it but still it did not budge. With a grunt you stopped and stared at the door before looking at the very bottom of the door. There wasn't anything jammed there blocking the door from closing. So why wasn't it shutting all the way?... Perhaps the outside of the door was caught on something? You decided to open the door again to see if an outside factor was causing this problem. Your hand grabbed the door once again but instead of pushing you pulled...and was again met with the same unmoving resistance. You started pulling harder and harder. Nothing. What was going on? You reached out to slip your fingers through the small crack in the door to grab the door and began pulling with all your might. The door was still resisting. Why wasn't it budging? Surely it couldn't have gotten stuck. It was perfectly fine a few hours ago! With a grunt you scowled at where your hands gripped the front of the door.

Only to freeze ice cold at what turquoise irises saw.

Your fingers gripped the doorway, but under them a third pair of fingers gripped the door, slipped in through the small crack from the outside. The large fingers ended in sharpened nails jabbing themselves into the wood embedding themselves into place firmly. You gazed at the third hand silently and in shock. The ice cold washing over your body as if ice had been injected in your veins-

CLASH!!

You let out a yelp and jumped back in surprise as another crash of thunder crashed overhead. Your hands released the door as you stumbled back until the back of your legs hit the small table in the middle of the room. Your bumped rattled a few perfume bottles on display and a few thumped against the wooden surface tipping over. Rain bear against the roof. Wind howled. Thunder crashed. And lightning flashed as you froze up. Your eyes shrinking to the size of pins as you stared at the hand clutched onto the door. It stayed like that for a long,long time. You couldn't move. Couldn't speak. Only stared in an unholy horror you've never felt before as the hand and yourself remained unmoving as if in some staring match.

The. Hand. Moved.

It physically tightened it's hold on the door before pulling back the door slowly. The door opened wider and wider and wider revealing the outside. Your jaw fell open. Your eyes shrank as small as they could go. The door made a soft thud sound as it opened all the way and revealed the entity lurking on the other side.

CLASH!!

A bolt of lightning lit up the dark figure now revealed to you in the doorway. Wind blew around mahogany colored hair wildly both cascading down his back and framing his face. Pale skin skin to a corpse. The black Hakama pants and purple haori coat blew around straining against the tall body that wore them against the wind. A flash of lightning. Bolt of thunder. And the lighting up of six irises sent you stumbling back further around the table knocking over more glass bottles that clinked against one another some more toppling over as you quickly moved around the table and farther back into the house. The figure remained unmoving for a solid second staring inside and watching you panicked almost falling over on the floor before stopping to stare wide eyed at him again. Silence aside from the elements resumed...The large figure took one step into the home, the door slid all the way closed behind him.

Which meant you were alone. Staring at this....this....You didn't know who or what this was?! The light from the flickering lanterns lit them up enough for you to see his face that was once cloaked in darkness. The hat he wore was dripping a few drops of water from his head. The sparkling drop briefly reflecting two golden irises that stared back at you. Before a second pair opened under the first. And then a third opened above them. Six yellow irises staring at turquoise irises. The long hair framing his face helped hide whatever features you couldn't make out. But your brain nearly fainted from the realization of what was standing before you.

D E M O N

A demon in flesh and blood was just mere feet across the threshold of your much smaller body. His form and height was imposing. As was the claws his hands held and the long katana in clear view tied to his side. Turquoise eyes glanced at it briefly before turning back on his face-..And blinking as he had turned his head away from yours. You were met with the side of his head instead. His eyes averted away from you and staring at the left far wall. Which was lined up with shelves filled with scented oils and plenty of incense. You couldn't see his eyes because of the long mahogany bangs but jumped as his head turned all the way over to stare at the other far wall. The shelves on that side stocked up with scented candles, and soaps, and nice smelling bath salts ready to be bought and used.

"What kind of store is this?" A deep gruff voice spoke out making you jump ..and blink- "It's rude to not answer when spoken to." The blunt, monotone voice came again and it took you a moment to realize it was coming from his mouth which was moving. You jolted blinking at him. He wanted to know..what shop this was? "It's also rude to stare."

"I-Its a f-f-fragrance store," you quickly squeaked out in a high pitched voice of fear.

"Fragrance...store?" The monotone voice sounded..confused almost as he took a moment to look around before humming. "Never heard of one."

"W-W-We sell f-f-fragrances of all kinds." You gestured a shaking hand at the shelves. "I-Incense. Oils. Perf-fumes. W-We have them all."

He hummed again. "Curious."

You remained still anf silent as he turned his whole body and walked over to the shelves on the right side of the small home. Afraid to move and catch his attention. He stopped in front of the shelves specifically stacked up with soaps and scented candles. His head moving slowly from side to side examining the colorful candles and soaps carefully. His head stopping at one of the middle shelves where the carved soaps were. Most of the soaps were in fact NOT carved into shapes. In fact most were just plain square-rectangle bars. However the few that were carved was all placed in the middle shelves for easy access. They caught the eye of a lot of people especially travelers and it seemed the demon also seemed to take interest in them. Staring intently at the few carved into fruits, flowers, and one of two animals. His hand reached out to curious pick up a pink soap carved into the shape of an apple. It sat in his palm for a second before he slowly put it back down before turning back to the colorful candles. He stared at them all with his back Towards you.. before his head tilted at them.

"These candles do not smell of just wax." Again he sounded slightly confused but.. interested.

"T-T-Those are s-scented candles."

"Scented??"

You nodded your head despite the fact he wasn't looking at you. "T-That 's right. They're made with d-different herbs and oils and flower petals mixed into the w-wax. When they burn and the wax melts, they g-give off a pleasant scent."

He hummed interested. "I have never heard of such a thing before." A hand of his reached up to lightly touch a bigger blue candle with clouds carved lightly into the outer wax. "...Is the owner available?"

You blinked looking at him before shaking your head again despite he wasn't looking at you. "N-No. She went home. B-But if you n-need help finding something I-I work here." Maybe if you could help him find whatever he was looking for he'd leave.

He didn't say anything at first before retracting his hand from the shelf and speaking. "I'm looking for a gift." You just blinked. A gift? "My brother is getting engaged. I wish to purchase a gift for his engagement ceremony."

Wait...he came in here to find a gift? For his brother's engagement? So he wasn't here to try to tear you apart or rob the store? You immediately let your body relax in relief sighing. Oh thank the gods! Still didn't make this any less scary but it made it more understanding.

You finally offered an employee smile you usually gave customers and gestured to the table you had previously bumped into. "Well if it's an engagement ceremony then perhaps the bride to be would like one of our perfumes?" He turned and all six eyes targeted the table you pointed out. "They're all made from local flowers."

He silently stepped forward until he was standing before you staring at the table. You once again tensed up under his shadow as he practically loomed over you. His eyes scanning the labels on the bottles, some still knocked over, before you heard him snort and turn his head away shaking it no.

"They are too strong. Smells terrible." You blinked. He hadn't even opened them and they weren't that strong. You actually thought they smelt nice- "However...That is pleasant." You blinked and watched as he leaned over, reached out, and grabbed the half carved mint soap rose from the table. "Details are... suitable." You froze more as all size eyes turned to you. "How much?"

Ooooh crap. That was the one you were hoping to bring home! You liked it and worked hard on carving such great detail into its fake petals. But we're you really going to say no to this imposing figure?

You gulped as he still bore his eyes into yours expecting an answer. "I-I...D-Dont know."

"Don't know?"

"I-I'm not done carving it yet," you quickly replied pointing at it, "I can't sell something that's not finished yet."

Each pair of eyes slowly blinked at you before looking at the half carved rose soap with newfound interest. "You..carved this?"

You nodded. "Yes. I carve a few c-candles and soaps."

He hummed before placing the soap back down on the table. "Do you do custom designs?"

You blinked. Was a demon seriously asking you to do a custom job for him? You shook your head before nodding. "Yes. Sometimes."

He didn't say anything at first. Turning he turned back to the shelf of scented candles and walked right up to it. His eyes scanned the shelves before stopping on one candle in particular. It was one of the biggest candles you had. About as big and wide as a small jar. He picked it up and brought it to his face. The scents of cloves and cinnamon filled his senses and he hummed pleased at the pleasant smell it had. The candle was turn delicately in his palms twisting this way and that.

'Yes. This would be work perfectly. The red reminded him of his eyes and hair almost. The strong cinnamon smell wasn't bad either but pleasant. He certainly hadn't seen anything like this before and surely neither did his brother. It would be an acceptable gift without being too sentimental or tacky.'

He turned back around and walked right up to you. You blinked as he held out the large candle. "I want you to carve a sun into this."

You blinked at him before slowly taking the cinnamon red candle from him. You shivered brushing against his hands that felt cool to the touch. "A-A sun?"

"Yes."

You opened your mouth..but closed it looking back at the candle. "Oh. I ..I can do that. Is there anything specific you want me to add to the design?"

He blinked again before staring at the red candle in thought for a moment. "...Make the sun look as if it was made of dancing flames."

Dancing flames? A sun made of dancing flames. Ok. Not the worst order you could've gotten. "I can do that but it'll take me a few days to finish it."

He hummed before looking at the half finished rose shaped mint soap again before pointing at it. "And how long will it take you to finish that piece?"

You looked where he pointed and a disappointed feeling filled you. It looked like you wouldn't be able to keep it after all. "I'm mostly done with it but again it'll take some days especially since I'll also be doing this job for you."

He just closed his eyes and nodded. "Will you be able to finish both within two weeks?"

"Two weeks?...I think so. Yes."

"Then I want this also, looking as if it was in full bloom."

Yep. You definitely weren't going to be able to keep it. His eyes opened slightly and finally took the chance to really look at you... before all six eyes blinked in surprise and he fully turned his head at you.

"I can do both of those."

You tried not to sigh as you looked back to him and blinked as he was full on staring at you. Being so close you finally got an expert look at his face. His six eyes were yellow with red veiny sclera. Mahogany bangs framing his face. But what was most strange was the flame like markings on the upper corner of his face and the lower part of his face going down his neck. There was a long pause as you both just took each other in, especially him. He seemed to stare especially hard at your eyes before his eyes became half lidded and he hummed.

"You work late at night as well?"

You blinked. "Huh?"

"Women shouldn't be in the woods late at night. Not should they be working alone late at night either."

You stared.....Wait a minute-

"Do you make it a habit of being nocturnal?"

It was as if a glass shattering sound went off in your head as your jaw mimicked a hold fish. Staring wide eyed at him. Your head looked him up and down. Stopping on his sword and the purple and black haori coat.

Wait a dam minute-

"YOU-"

"Yes." He bluntly cut you off uninterested in the unexpected reunion before sighing. Of course he'd run into the strange woman in town. Figures with his luck. "Since your work has been established, I'll be staying nearby until you finish. Money will not be an issue but I do expect what I ask to be done within the time frame."

You could only stare gobsmacked at him as he simply turned to make back towards the door and opened it. The sounds of wind and heavy rain filling the space again as he stepped out-

"W-Wait!," you called arm out. He paused turning his head slightly. "C-Cant I at least have your name please?"

He stood against the blowing wind for a good moment before turning back. "You may call me Kokushibo."

The door slid back shut behind him and leaving you staring after him in the flickering candlelights.

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What A Waste Of A Lovely Night

Rating: Explicit Words: 1552 Pairing: Lee Bodecker/Original Female Character Tags: non-con, rape, mentions of pregnancy, breeding kink, this is nothing like the gif up there, heed the bolded tags

I don't have an excuse, enjoy! how horny are we tonight? because this really shouldn't be as hot to me as it is, but here we are, I guess

Lee had been Sheriff for as long as she could remember. In elementary school, he'd given a talk about staying safe around strangers, in high school about the dangers of drugs and now she regularly served him at the diner down the road from the station.

She'd had ambitions to move away at 16 but after falling head over heels for a boy in the class above her, she'd decided to stay instead. At least until they're married. That would make it easier to find a house, maybe even one with enough space for a few children.

Lost in thought, she didn't notice the Sheriff hadn't left his seat at the counter. Usually, he made his way back home way before she closed the diner.

"You need anything else, Sheriff?"

He smiled and put his hat on as he stood up.

"Just wanted to offer a ride to the lovely lady. It's pretty dark out."

Of course, she declined at first. It was the polite thing to do. But her day had been quite long and her protests quickly died down.

"That's very kind of you," she said as Lee held the cruiser door open for her.

"It's no trouble," he answered when he got into the driver's seat. The car dipped under his weight and he cleared his throat.

They drove in silence for a while. Of course, he knew where she lived. It was a small town with few people. Everyone knew each other.

"You still with that boy?"

"Three years now. We're planning a summer wedding," she said as she turned the engagement ring on her finger.

"That's a nice ring. Must've cost him a good chunk of money."

The conversation kept her distracted, she didn't even notice him pulling off the main street until the road got so bad it shook the whole car.

"I-I think you might've missed an exit, Sheriff."

"Lee's fine, honey. And I didn't miss any exit. I know it's hard for you gals to admit, but I've seen you looking, you know."

She made a confused noise and tried to open the car door. Outside it was pitch black—not a light in sight.

"Always bending over the counter just so and shoving those pretty tits in my face. A boy like you got at home can't satisfy you, can he?"

Panic spread in her body. This wasn't right. Sheriff Bodecker wouldn't—

His hand landed on her thigh. She was still wearing her uniform, a yellow dress that fell just over the knee. Lee shoved the fabric further up. She was just wearing an old pair of cotton panties owing to the mid-summer heat.

"Looks like I was right. Yeah, I could see it in your eyes."

She tried to get away but Lee kept her firmly pinned with just a hand on her lower belly.

"So eager," Lee chuckled. "Stay. We're gonna need a bit more room, hm?"

Even when Lee stopped touching her, she felt frozen. Nothing looked familiar when she looked out of the car window. Lee and the cruiser were the only familiar sights. So, she stayed instead of running blindly into the night.

"Well behaved too. You'll make a fine wife one day."

Lee held his hand out. Almost tenderly he helped her out of the passenger seat and led her to the back seat.

"Go on, honey. And lose those panties."

He didn't restrain her or cuff her. Lee was so sure in his power, that one word would be enough that she'd do whatever he wanted.

The leather smell of the seats stung her nose. They were cracked and covered in stains. He didn't take good care of the cruiser, he didn't take care of anything. With her face pressed against the seats, the other smells started becoming more prominent, blood, vomit—

"Turn around. I wanna see that pretty face, darling."

"Don't-" she swallowed against the tightness in her throat "-call me that."

"Why not, darling?"

"My fiance—"

Tears prickled at the corners of her eyes.

"Oh, honey," Lee cooed. His expression turned almost soft. "We don't wanna think about him right now, do we?"

She shook her head. It almost gave her hope how kind he looked for just a moment.

"I wanna go home." A hiccup followed her whisper.

Lee's smile turned cruel.

"No, you want to fuck me."

As if to prove his statement Lee grabbed her hand. His grip so tight, the bones of her wrist ground together. He ripped the engagement ring off her finger and threw it into the cupholder in the front.

She shook her head. The tears came down harder and stained her cheeks.

"It's alright you don't have to say it. I know you do. No girl wants to say it but you all wanna do it."

Her entire body was shaking from how tightly she was holding herself. She didn't know what to do. Her feeble attempts to keep her legs squeezed together did nothing against Lee. His hand slipped between her thighs like she wasn't even trying to keep him out.

"I never took my chance. Always waited for some sign. I don't even know what it'd have looked like. Now I don't have the woman I deserve at home or the offspring to keep my bloodline around either."

Lee undid the thick belt of his uniform. His belly pressed against the buttons of his uniform and he struggled to get his fingers between the waistband of his pants to undo the button.

When he finally did, he was already hard. Just watching the girl squirm, trying to get away got him going. He stroked himself with one hand and pushed her little dress up with the other.

His thick fingers dipped into her cunt, not yet pushing in, just feeling up the outside. Almost incidentally his thumb landed on her clit. The feeling was completely foreign to her.

Overwhelming. Painful. When he eased up though, her face burned with shame. She tried to turn away from Lee's gaze.

Because she did recognize the feeling then. She'd been caught with a pillow between her thighs, rubbing and grinding against it because it felt so good. There's been a long talk about inviting the devil in afterwards and she didn't dare try again no matter how good it felt.

Now though... something spasmed inside her. Clenching around nothing. Despite herself, she wished Lee's fingers would press inside to soothe that emptiness. A sob escaped her when she realised what she'd just thought about.

"Look at that. That pussy does want to get fucked. She needs to be full, doesn't she?"

Lee didn't look at her face anymore. Entirely focused on his fingers stroking all along her cunt. She couldn't help the twitching and fluttering. Her legs seemed to move on their own account.

"Please-" Tear-soaked voice rough in her throat. She couldn't say what she was begging for. She just knew she couldn't stand the looming threat of something any longer.

Every touch ceased. She lifted her head to look at Lee, but at that moment he gripped her legs and pulled her closer. Her head slammed back against the seat with a thud. Any pretence of softness or kindness was gone when Lee buried himself in her with a single thrust.

Pain radiated out from where Lee was pushing his dick into her and her lower belly cramped hard.

"Stop!" she sobbed pitifully but it only seemed to encourage Lee.

"I don't like—fuck—" Lee interrupted himself with a moan," —don't like 'em too wet, I need some friction, honey."

Her nails dug into the leather of the seat as she tried to keep her body still in an effort to avoid any more pain.

"Not—not gonna be long, then it'll feel good. When you're full 'a me and my cum dripping out of you."

His mouth hung open as he sped up his rhythm.

"Gonna keep you full. Yeah, knock you up. Young thing like you 's gotta—" Lee leant forward and placed one of his huge hands on her stomach "—gotta be a fertile heifer."

He'd barely groaned the last word when he thrust in hard one last time. As he came he was grinding against her, trying to prolong his own pleasure. Those motions sparked that feeling low in her cunt again and sickness rose in the back of her throat. How could this feel good after everything?

Lee pulled out before she got anywhere close to an orgasm.

He pushed the few drops of cum that were dripping from her cunt back inside her and wiped his fingers on her white cotton panties.

Then he straightened her dress, wiped away her tears and grabbed her engagement ring out of the cupholder to force it back on her finger.

He pushed her legs inside, while she lied still and stared up at the roof of the car. The door shut loud enough to make her flinch.

With a grunt, he let himself fall back into the driver's seat which shook the entire car and he turned back onto the main street up to Brewer Heights.

"Y'might wanna make that a spring wedding actually," Lee said over his shoulder, "if you don't want everyone talking about that baby bump during the ceremony."

#non con #not about feedism for once #go me #this man #I don't know what to do with myself #he's so pathetic in the movie #we'll be back to regularly scheduled programming s̶̼͉͇̓͗̅́̾̉͘ǫ̵̺̻̆̏̎̋̕͝ô̸̞͚͎̥͍͋̀̅̆n̸̛̬̺̤͕͇͔͔̯̄̊̊̃̂͘#Lee Bodecker

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