#V x cassandra

[lordgrimoire]

The Goonion would like a Word

Bruce had never had an experience like this before, letters of ransom from any of his rogues? Certainly! But the Goonion only ever left messages when they were paying bail for their own, and he was becoming worried as to why Jason’s Goons had posted a message to him via The Goonion.

“To Batman of Gotham, New Jersey, United States of America, We would like to have a word with you in regards to a pair of Meta Adjacent individuals we would like to harbor here in Gotham, we are only extending the courtesy to you regarding them due to the fact that the United States Government refuses to acknowledge them as people due to their conditions, the Boss said he would tell you himself, if he has not already he likely will soon. Suffice to say a family of three is coming to Gotham as their last chance at a safe harbor and we would prefer it if you did not get on their cases. We hope to receive your response without any broken bones, The Goonion, Gotham, New Jersey Branch.” Tim was staring at the paper, the stationary of The Goonion, with confusion, Dick, Barbara, Cass, and Stephany seemed rather accepting of it, and Damian was confused. 

“What is this, Goonion?” His youngest asked, staring at the paper as Bruce read over the return address, the Iceberg Lounge, a server named Thomas. 

“Ah, we haven’t told you about them yet have we?” Dick began, sitting back. “They’re nice folks, help get the Goons payed and are usually the ones to put their feet down when Rogues get outta hand for normal folks, for instance, the Joker does not have the stamp of approval for, many reasons. But primarily it’s due to his former Henchmen, including Harley, snitching on him to the Goonion.” Dick typed something into his phone, Damian’s own device pinging in his pocket, likely more info. “The Goonion has an odd relationship with us, we don’t go after them and they try to keep things regulated, Jason could probably tell you more, and it seems from the letter we do have to talk to him.” The door to the cave opened, and while Bruce looked up to see his second son come walking down the steps he seemed, tired, run down even.

“The Goonion already got to you? Good on them.” Jason huffed as he sat next to Damian, ruffling the boy’s head much to his exasperation and attempted swatting. “Situations fucked, the letter doesn’t even touch on the bigger parts but it gets, real fucky like, possibly gonna want to get Uncle Clark and Aunt Diana in on it fucky, definitely Constantine as well.” Well Bruce knew his flags rather well and if Jason was advocating for not only a League intervention but one headed by John Constantine? Bruce decided to address the original topic first. 

“They can stay, but they will have to answer questions.” Jason huffed and leaned back. 

“Ground rules then, the two younger kids? Meta Adjacent? They have a similar situation to me, and it turns out Ra’s is playing with not even a tenth of a full puzzle with the Lazarus Pit.” Everyone around the table stiffened, save Alfred who had come in behind Jason with a tea service, as Jason took a sip from the mug placed before him and nodding to Alfred. “Thank you. The details are spotty but the abridged form is this, the Lazarus pit is the remains of a bunch of people from a dimension to which we all go when we die, the residents therein call it the Infinite Realms since it services everyone that means every Person who has a faith or doesn’t has a place there. Furthermore these three’s parents who passed recently in a Government Sanctioned raid made a Portal to the Infinite Realms, and Lazarus Water? Corrupted, dirty, a literally soul eroding form of what makes up matter on that end of the divide, Ectoplasm.” Jason withdrew a vial from his pocket, a bright green and sluggish substances was held within. “This is pure ectoplasm, The Parents, a pair known as Doctors Jack and Madeline Fenton, introduced me to a Doctor from the Infinite Realms, suffice to say I am feeling much less angry and far more at peace with things, though apparently being angry is normal for the type of “Dead but Brought Back” I am.” Jason placed the vial on the table and slowly pushed it to Bruce, taking his hand back when he reached for it.

“Jazz, the eldest, is a student at Gotham University, or she is now, identities and the like will be handled later but for the younger two it’s time for some non starters, because apparenlty if you ask an Ecto Entity or anyone touched by the Infinite Realms how they died it sets off a “I Must Kill You Now” trigger in their head, essentially forcing them to suffer their deaths all over again until they deal with who or whatever asked the question, so no being a little nosey punk about it Tim.” Tim jolted at his name being said instead of Jason’s nickname for him but he nodded when he realized that his elder brother hadn’t looked away from him. Bruce was still proud the two had started to mend things so well, but as he stared at the vial a question swirled in his mind.

“Why did the Goonion send a letter then?” Jason stiffened slightly and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Alrighty, so you know how I’ve been going to College classes since a year ago? I met Jazz at one of them, as Jason Todd, son of Bruce Wayne and card carrying member of Red Hood’s Goonion. This was, sometime around Spring Semester, soooooo” Steph lunged up, mouth open with a squeak until Cass pulled her back down. Jason sighed and continued. “We started dating last year, she wants to be a psychiatrist and maay have started working for The Goonion in Star City when one of their guys ended up on her mentor’s patient bench. Her academics are already transferred to Gotham U but she’s still looking for a new Mentor.” Bruce made an affirmative noise at that, encouraging, Jason was holding something back, the younger siblings hadn’t been named yet. “The Goonion hired her former mentor and Jazz followed them in since they have really good benefits, and she has experience with the whole Capes and Crooks thing already. Though she told me she would rather she and her siblings explain that.” 

So, Jasmine Fenton, after being a student for at least a year in Psychiatry, became a Goonion Psychiatrist, and then when her Parents died she takes her younger siblings, one of whom is rather recently adopted into the family by the looks of it, and flees her hometown, one Amity Park Illinois, which has a disturbingly blank file in the League databanks. “Yeah,” Jason began, looking over at the Batcomputer, scanning the total lack of data from two year ago on. “The Government locked their hometown down quick, they have a branch called the Ghost Investigation Ward, who managed to get a law in before our current Shining Dome of a President, was sworn in, apparenlty old Lex has been trying to rip that law to shredds since he found out about it and there’s something akin to a coup attempt going on from the GIW towards Lex. I looked into those guys already, I think it would be wiser to side with the current President and not a bunch of Loons who would dissect Uncle Clark and his kids if they got the chance.” Damian jerked slightly, turning to face Jason.

“What?” 

“Yeah, Krypton is dead it’s a dead world, by some of the smaller parts of the Anti-Ecto Acts that means that all Kryptonians are ecto-beings and by that law have no sentience, and are just emotions imprinted on ectoplasm, given the fact I died once they would pick me up as well in a heartbeat, for “disposal” as they call it.” The room had become Still, Dick seemed furious, staring at the damning lack of info alongside a pale Tim, Damian who was still staring at Jason realized just why his brother had looked back to him and was also looking at Cass, they had been brought back by the pit, they were by Federal Law non-sentient. Bruce felt the arms of his chair bend slightly under his grip before breathing out his frustration. 

“You have a plan?” Jason nodded, he seemed to be expecting worse, you really didn’t give him a reason not to, and began speaking.

“The Goonion will be dealing with protecting people who fall under the acts, we just need the JL to take this problem and light it on fire, drag it into the public eye and raid a few of the GIW’s bases that may have people, both from our side and theirs, in captivity. I will be going tonight to get Jazz and her Siblings from a bolt hole of theirs, an Aunt in Arkansas whose bound to be investigated is hiding them, I just need to borrow something.” Bruce allowed an eyebrow to climb up his forehead, he wants to borrow the Batplane for it.

“I’ll allow it, go and get them once it starts to become dark out, I’ll expect you back by dawn, do you have a place set up?” Jason blinked at him before nodding. 

“Yeah, one of the safer corners of Crime Alley, closest part to Gotham University, three bedrooms, two bath, someone maaay have helped me pick it out.” Bruce nodded, he would get nowhere in trying to guess which of his other children, Alfred, or any of Jason’s friends, or even some of their own collectively reformed Rogues could have helped Jason in this, but suffice to say it was a safe harbor and one backed by some rather tough figures. The Goonion alone would give anyone trouble, but with them being in Crime Alley that meant that they were essentially in an invaders nightmare. Dead ends, construction, dilapidated or abandoned buildings, it was a natural ambush site. Jason then put a box on the table, it was a scanner of some sort. 

“One of the reasons they’re coming here is this,” he flipped a switch and the machine began to frantically beep, practically sounding a long tone before Jason flipped it off again, “Gotham sits on a similar point to Amity Park, and as such we are LOADED with ambient ectoplasm, constantly stirred up by magic based curses of one sort or another it essentially blinds ectoplasmic tracking devices.” Bruce nodded, accepting the device as it was pushed down the table to him. “Jazz had apparently decided that they would run to Gotham if things went sideways like this anyways, we’re the closest ambiently effected city to Amity not ringed by GIW outposts and scanners.” Bruce paused in his observing of the machine, the GIW had surrounded other cities that had high ambient ectoplasm?

“Where?” Jason pulled out a small notepad.

“Well, Jazz wouldn’t tell us, but the Goonion has it’s ways, The GIW has encircled the following cities, Salem, Boston, and Springfield of Massachusetts, New Orleans, New York, Philadelphia and Gettysburg of Pennsylvania, Chicago Illinois, Savanah Georgia, D.C., and then San Francisco and San Antonio of California and Texas respectively, I asked for this list at 6 this morning, I was handed this current version at Noon, these were just the overt ones. Metropolis, Bludhaven, and Gotham, are currently not surrounded, there are locations between them but not many.” Bruce stood, watching as addresses were placed on the table, each assigned a sticky note and details. 

“You should get ready to go get Jazz and her siblings, we’ll deal with this.” Bruce tapped on the sticky note closest to him. Jason nodded and stood, following Alfred out of the Batcave as Bruce looked to the rest of his family. “We have targets, we have details, Tim, dig up what you can on the GIW, Damian, Dick, Cass, Stephanie, your with me, we’re going to raid as many of these places as we can tonight, Barbara,”

“I’ve got comms, got it.” She interrupted, rolling over to the Bat computer and preparing for daylight operations 

#dp x dc #dc x dp #danny phantom #batman #dc #dp #danny fenton #jazz fenton #dani fenton #ellie fenton #jason todd #bruce wayne #tim drake #dick grayson #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #duke thomas #damian wayne #the goonion #The Goonion V The GIW

[afraidofchange]

untying your lover’s tie, using it to pull your lover into a kiss (cassandra & shepard teehee)

@herrage | for Shepard.

"Eager are we, Seeker?"

The Warden-Commander's lips split into a mischievous grin, blue eyes alight with an eagerness to match Cassandra's, as gloved hands tug at her waist, digging into the thick felt of her dress uniform. She hadn't expected the Inquisitor to host a formal party in celebration of their latest victory, but it was a good enough excuse to don something a little dressier than her old, battle-worn armor, for once.

But, as Cassandra removes her gloves, tossing them aside in favour of getting closer, carefully undoing the knot of the silver, silky material of her ascot tie, but using its ends to pull her downward and into a gentle, but passionate kiss; the taste of ale and wine come together as lips move against one another. In the midst of such an exchange, Shepard's hand reaches for Cassandra's hip, keeping her there, even as they finally part for breath.

"I thought I saw you eyeing me from across the tavern. I knew I kept this uniform for good reason, hm?"

#herrage #ALICE JOAN SHEPARD: IC #r: shepard x cassandra #v: DRAGON AGE #[ huehuehe ] #[ i'm imagining more of a fantasy military uniform for a warden but with silver accents and white pants into boots ]

[beary-rambles]

The Fifth Storm

Summary: When a man is asked to choose a bride many would expect him to just choose the prettiest and move on but when Aemond Targaryen is asked to choose one of the Baratheon girls as his bride does something unexpected but it leaves you wanting more. 

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, loss of virginity, fingering, masturbation, finger sucking, p in v, implied shorter reader though it is never stated. insecure!reader, Baratheon!reader but appearance or age is never stated (implied to be around the same age as aemond) ooc Baratheon's and probably aemond, obsessive Aemond? it's a lot of build up, may put eyes for Aemond instead of eye please ignore it, not proofread

word count: 5.4k

The man dressed in all black stares blankly at the five of you, seemingly unimpressed. Your father stands next to him giving you all pointed looks while the prince isn't looking. ‘Aemond ‘one eye’ Targaryen is a man to be feared’ he said ‘if his face is so horrible do not look at him directly and do not embarrass me.’ You were dreading meeting the one eyed prince after your fathers warning words but once he stood in front of you, you could not see what he was talking about.

When you heard the rumor of targaryen beauty you couldn't believe it as you had never seen once but the man in front of you proved you wrong. He looked exactly as a prince should, Tall. he is tall, very tall and he has such a strong jawline you felt as though if you ran your thumb along it your finger shall start to bleed. Unlike the rest of him his lips look soft ‘I wonder what they would- You shouldn't think like that.’ You remind yourself. His hair is long and beautiful, you wonder if before he goes to bed he lets it flow and when he wakes up its spread all over his pillow, you bet he looks like an angel. ��It is a sight I'd like to see’ you think. 

‘He will not pick me’ you remember. Ignoring the pit forming in your stomach, You stood up straight and tall ‘Floris is the obvious choice, she is much prettier than i am much prettier than all of us.’ Floris stood to your left, her hair perfectly done as it always looked and her dress fitting nicely as it always did. As you think this his eye turns towards Floris and remains there for a little longer than you believe necessary, ‘See he definitely will pick her any second now he shall open his mouth and say he’ll have her.’  

However when he opens his mouth you are dumbfounded by the words that follow. “I’d like to give each of them a kiss.” Your father looks at him dumbfounded, “I’m sorry, my prince?” “A kiss, I'd like to give each of them a prince and then I shall choose my bride.” Maris scoffs and father shoots her a glare so she keeps her mouth shut. ‘A kiss?’ you were confused, why did he want to give you all a kiss. If your father wants to ask more questions he doesnt as he keeps his mouth shut as he gives him permission. Was he like his brother and the rumors you had heard that he would use women for his own selfish pleasure? Did he just want his turn at all of you before he was forced to pick just one? 

Dread filled your stomach as Aemond stepped towards Cassandra who was eager to please. She wanted to be royalty, the queen specifically but being a princess would have to suffice. The two kiss, you can tell cassandra is trying her best but by the stiffness aemond is showing and the face he makes once they pull away he's not impressed. You look away as the dread continues to pool in your stomach, he moves down the line maris seemed reluctant and their kiss was brief, ellyn shares a quick one with him as well and soon enough it was your turn. He is standing in front of you and you two lock eyes, you swear he had a different expression while he looks at you than he had for your other sisters.

He was so painfully handsome you almost want to look away but you do not as he leans closer to you. You close your eyes and suddenly his lips are on yours, the world fades away around you as he brings a hand to your cheek you gasp and his tongue pokes at your mouth before he pulls away. Suddenly you are reminded of where you are and your face heats and you look down not noticing Cassandra's glare and maris’s light laughter. You do however notice that floris’s lips barely touch his before he stands back and once again he is standing in front of you, “i shall take her as my wife.”

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The hall is happily filled with cheer, laughter and food as your father boasts about the union between house targaryen and house baratheon yet all you can do is sit in shock. “I'm so happy for your sister, you shall be a princess.” Cassandra speaks through her grinding teeth, glaring at you. You can barely hear her, not when all you can do is stare at the prince and your father across the room as they are talking with some of the other lords. “You shouldn't grind your teeth dear sister, they'll be grinded down to the gums by the wedding.” maris says with a laugh making floris and ellyn laugh as well. You feel a hand placed on your shoulder and you jump in your seat, “Calm down dear sister.” you turn your head to Floris who gives you a kind smile next to you.

“I thought he was going to choose you.” you tell her honestly. “I thought he was going to as well,” she begins to play with the food on her plate as she continues “though i am not envious of your position, i know he shall treat you well he is a prince.” you sigh. “I don't know Floris.” Before you can continue you notice out of the corner of your eye the one eyed prince staring at you.

His presence is overwhelming even if you are even on the other side of the room, he is the only man you can look at barely noticing anybody else. All you can think about is how handsome he is, your eyes drift down to the cup he’s holding and the long fingers wrapped around it. You know a little about the deed from the books you've managed to hide from your father and the rants from one of the girls you were friends with from a minor house who recently married a higher lord.

‘They do not care about you during the deed.’ She had said. ‘All you have to do is lay there, they stick is in and you take it until they are done and leave to go find so common whore to fuck.’ However something else she had said caught your attention, ‘You might as well take matters into your own hands and pleasure yourself instead since men are too incompetent to.’ During her long rants she had described how, you never had the guts to do it yourself but all you can think about is how much you would rather have his long fingers inside of you instead of trying your own. 

Lost in your thoughts you do not notice as the prince in question makes his way over to the five of you and gives our other sisters quick nods of acknowledgement before turning his head to you, “My lady.” Your face heats and you breathlessly let out a quick “My prince.” he tilts his head at you with a curious look and a quick smirk rises to his face before he falls back into his neutral expression. “Would you mind if I joined you?” You could not even look at him embarrassed by your own thoughts as you nod and he takes a seat closest to you. 

The room suddenly feels hot, very hot and you can feel the already damp spot that was growing in your underwear to feel much wetter. ‘I need to leave.’ Your sisters engage in conversation with him, mainly cassandra clearing still trying to win him over but his attention seems fixated on you. His fingers tap the table as he gives short and quick answers to them, all you can do is stare at them as they move. What you do not notice is this does not go unnoticed. Your skin burns with need, the dress you wear rubbing away your nipples and the pool between your legs only getting worse the only thing you want to do is grab his hand and place it where you want him to rub you until you burst-

“Are you alright sister?” you turn to see your sisters stare at you strangely, “you look unwell.” floris looks the most concerned, placing a hand on your shoulder. You can't answer her, lost for words you nod your head and open your mouth to try and give her a meek response before you feel a warm hand place itself onto your upper back. “Are you sure you're alright, my lady?” you miss the slight teasing in his voice and whip your head towards him, “Is something bothering you?” Being this close to him is an issue. Your senses are overwhelmed by him, his smell, his look, the feeling of his warm hands, his seemingly genuine concern, ‘I want to taste him as well.’ 

His handsome face is the only thing in your mind, “I'm just thinking about how handsome you are, my prince.” He is taken aback as though that is the last thing he thought you would say. Your sisters next to you laugh as Cassandra grumbles under her breath “suck up” Humiliated you look down and stand up, “I am feeling rather unwell i should head to bed.” without even giving a proper goodbye other than the bowing of your head you leave and relieve yourself before you explode. 

You rush into your room greeted by your usual handmaiden who seems shocked to see you so early. “I’d like to take a bath, colder than usual please.” she tilts her head at you, confused but runs the bath anyways and goes to undress you as she always does but you send her away telling her you’d like to be alone for the rest of the night, if she wants to ask more she doesnt as she bows her head to leave telling you she’ll make sure to send the other maidens as well. 

Your dress is annoying to take off but you couldn't bear the embarrassment you would have to face if she noticed you were absolutely soaked in your underwear. Finally you are completely undressed and slip into the bath, the colder water shocks you but you can only hope it can help reduce your sinful thoughts.

–

The bath does not help. If anything the bath makes it worse, barely unable to sit in there for five minutes as your mind was flooded with images of Aemond, him in the bath with you nude, touching you wherever he wished and you touching him as well. You stand up and feeling worse than you did before and move to dry yourself, ‘I should just relieve myself’ the voice in the back of your head thinks ‘no it is wrong i shouldn't’ ‘what's so wrong with pleasuring yourself you remember what she said they cannot pleasure you why not just do it yourself?’ The sinful voice is sounding more and more convincing by the second. 

What's the harm in doing it right? It's just you alone in this room and you cannot even think about going to sleep for the night in your state so you lay on your bed and stare up at the ceiling, you hands unconscious moving to massage your sore breasts were they always this sore you hadn't noticed and at this point you didn't care. Your heart is pounding to the point you can barely hear anything else as you move your hand down and begin to toy with yourself

–

He was captivated by you the moment he saw you, barely being able to lift your head as he stood next to your father as he sung his daughters praises, ‘oh cassandra is the oldest she's the most prepared for you, maris is the smartest, ellyn is the most obedient and floris is the prettiest.’ he notices Borros says nothing about you, the most captivating one of them all. He does not question this, if Borros does not see the gem standing right in front of him, polished and shining ready for the taking he shall take her for himself. Aemond wants you, he wants to take you even though he has not even been introduced to you. There's just something about you that's so captivating, he must have you. 

The perfect idea comes to him, he can give each of them a kiss. It's the perfect excuse, he acts as though he wishes to pick the best kisser before he glosses over the other girls and gets to the real prize, you and he knows Lord Borros cannot say no. He eyes floris for a little longer; he is annoyed yet does not show it. She is the only girl after you, dreading the fact he’ll even have to look at her after getting to kiss you. 

Though he wishes he could go and grab you and whisk you away now he knows It's too soon for anything crazy, he has only just finished listening to Borros drone on and on about a dowry and wedding ceremonies praises of his daughters and how happy he was to be joining houses once more. Only now he is standing in front of you. He needs an excuse to be near you, to touch you in some way. Aemond is right of course, lord Borros does not tell him no and allows it. 

As he walks towards Cassandra who he can tell he is all too eager he wants to look annoyed but he reminds himself that he can’t make his actions too obvious if he is too obvious Borros may step and he can not ruin his chance at getting to taste you. As his lips touch the other girls lips his eye remains on your form, you are looking at your feet and playing with your fingers, ‘she’s perfect.’

Now he stands before you now, he tries not to let the eagerness show on his face as he finally locks eyes with you. You have this gleam of something in your eye he cannot recognize before he leans in and locks lips with you. Your lips are soft, he wishes he could say they are softer than the others but he does not remember the others not when you taste so sweet. Before he can stop himself his hand cups your cheek and he feels you gasp, ‘she's so perfect’ he can help but smile as his tongue almost touches yours before he is reminded of what he's doing and he pulls back. With swollen slips and a shocked expression you look up at this he resists the urge to reach and shove your lips back against him and take you for all to see.

He forces himself to move on as he watches you snap out of your daze and look down, he smiles not caring about anybody else right now, you are the only person in his mind. He glances as the last girl not even remembering what her name was and ghosts his lips over hers, it would be wrong for a common girl to spoil the gift an angel has placed upon his lips. He steps back in front of you, “I shall take her as my wife.” It was already decided from the moment he glanced at you but now he can finally announce it. A sense of possession flows through him as he utters the words my wife while staring at you. 

He watches as your eyes widen and despite his shock Lord Boros exclaims how happy he is and how they shall throw a feast. He wants to hear you call him your husband, he wants to hear you call his name, he wants to hear what noises you make while he takes you like no other man has, he wants to ruin other men for you so you shall never think of another man other than him. He wonders if he was your first kiss, he hopes he was your first kiss so he can be the first and last man to touch your soft lips. He doesn't even acknowledge the other girls anymore, why would he when you are standing in front of him. 

—

The feast is boring, he hates that he is forced to conversate with these minor lords who simply wish to boast about themselves when instead he could be sitting next to you, surrounded by your scent, talking with you, watching you avert your eyes as you struggle to answer him why must he bore himself when he could be having fun with you. 

He glances over at you for what must be the thousandth time that night, glances at you talking with your sister, picking at your food waiting for you to look at him and notices that finally your eyes are on him as well. He notes that your eyes are not on his face but on his hands he smirks and taps his fingers once on the cup of wine he's holding and he watches as your eyes widen slightly and your look turns bashful before you look down once more. 

He doesnt think he can wait until the wedding to have you, what is the point of waiting anyway he’ll be the one marrying you, claiming you, anyways not any of these other common lords who also like taking glances at the girls. Never his girl though it's always one of the other Baratheon girls. He’s thankful, no one else should be eyeing what's his and if no one else can appreciate the angel that has fallen from the sky to grace them with her presence then he alone shall bask in her warmth. 

Done with the conversation he bids and quick goodbye to the lords before moving towards you, he quickly acknowledges the other girls before his attention falls and stays on you, “my lady.” It's hard to say when all he wants to call you is his wife, but he must have patience he cannot act irrationally with so many others around. You greet him back “my prince” my. mine. He loves it. It sounds like music to his ears, He wants to hear it again and again but more than anything he wants to hear you say his name. He notices your breathlessness and smirks. He bets you are soaked at this point waiting and wanting only him to touch you and he will but not yet. 

He joins you and quickly notes that you cannot even look at him, he loves it, he loves that you want him just like he wants you. He’ll have to do something about that. For now your sisters engage with him instead, he barely takes note of them not while you are sitting so close to him, you seem to be lost in thought and you unconsciously rub your thighs together. He needs you and he needs you now. He notices your nipples poking through your dress and Aemond likes his lips feeling the urge to wrap his lips around them as he shoves himself into you.

Floris takes note of your odd behavior and confronts you on it, you freeze as she places a hand on your shoulder and looks you in the eyes and asks you if you're alright. ‘No she isn't alright but it's okay i'll take care of her and make her all better.’ He places a hand on your back as he fakes concern, he loves how shocked you are as you look at him. “Is something bothering you?” He knows what's bothering you but he wants to ask anyway, he wants to know what pathetic excuse you’ll give him, he wants to see you squirm and shake to avoid eye contact as you answer, he wants you. 

“I'm just thinking about how handsome you are, my prince.” Your answer shocks him, he is barely able to recover as you move to leave after your answer. The prince's notes that you whimper slightly as you move to stand up and his eye remains on your retreating form and the wet spot he notices forming on the back of your dress. He smirks. Aemond leaves the celebration shortly after you left, what's the point in staying when the only good thing there has left. And he knows exactly where he's going to go but now he just needs to find where your room is.

He runs into a maiden in the hallway who is clearly scared of him and uses this to his advantage he asks where your room is, the maiden seems hesitant but he states he simply wishes to return something you left behind at the dining hall. The maiden states that if Aemond just gave her the item she can return it to you as are in the bath, there is no way Aemond is going to miss the opportunity to see you now. After a bit more of hesitation and coercing she tells him where you room is clearly afraid of what he will do and he moves past her and walks towards where you are, eager to see whatever state you are in.

When he gets closer he is more than shocked to hear your beautiful moans. You must be a siren for how you are luring him in with your beautiful voice. At first he is angry, what if you are in there with another man. He would kill him, for touching and taking what was rightfully his. His homicide thoughts cease to exist as he hears you moan a name, his name. 

—

He is all you can think about, his hands, imagining his hands are yours as they rub and move inside you. Something you're sure of is that It's not as good as he would feel but it will have to be done, knowing that he’ll probably be just like any other man and use you for his own pleasure but you can't be bothered to care right now as all you can think of is him. His name falls easily off your lips, as if you've said it a million times before, you want it to be him, you want him so bad, the minimal words he’s said to you ring around your head, the feeling of his hand on your back, your cheek, the kiss you shared, his tongue, you wish he had gone further with you. You're so captivated by him all you wish to do is see him, touch him, you want everything.

“How amusing.” you freeze. Maybe you were imagining things, you wanted to hear him so bad his voice is simply just playing in your head. “Did I tell you to stop?” you rush to sit up and pull your blanket over you. The sight of him sitting on a chair that was clearly moved so it could have a better view of you, legs spread and a noticeable bulge in his pants is heavenly. “My prince!” you are out of breath as if you just ran around the castle a hundred times, you can barely believe that he was actually in your room. 

He clicks his tongue clearly upset you were now fully covered by the mock frown on his face. You however cannot tell the frown is mocking, you are humiliated, getting upset at yourself for ruining the one good thing you got. He probably wants to break the betrothal, once he’s done berating you now he’ll rush down to your father and tell him he changed his mind on which one he wants, you're sure he doesn't want you now that he’s seen you act like this.

He tilts his head as your eye’s fill up with tears and you look at him, he didn't think you could get any more beautiful than before but now with your bare shoulders showing and your tears running down your face he thinks you've never looked better. “Please dont break off the betrothal!” he looks confused, “I promise this is the first time i've ever done something like this, no one has ever touched me before i don't know what happened to me, i-” you freeze as he gets up and moves towards you, now sitting on the bed in front of you he wipes the tears from your face. 

He closes his eye and presses his forehead against yours, “Now why would I ever do that?” It is now your turn to be confused, in your shock you unknowingly drop your arms leaving your full chest exposed he pulls back and his eye looks down at your chest. There's a dark look in his eye you can’t recognize and you quickly remove your hands from the blanket to cover yourself. He’s faster than you, catching your hands and bringing them to his mouth, he places each of them one by one in his mouth and sucks them clean, removing any of your own trances off of them and into his mouth. 

You're in disbelief, as he closes his eyes and hums in content. “You taste just like how I imagined.” You can barely believe what you're hearing as he moves his hand to cup your face like he did just hours ago. “Why did you think I was going to end the betrothal?” it's a question you weren't expecting certainly not right now, he keeps his eye locked on you almost demanding that he know. “Um, not many good things happen to me, i'm the forgotten one, the fifth storm yet i'm not the youngest. I'm not the prettiest i'm not the smartest i'm not the most obedient im just..” you trail off unable to look at him due to your shame. 

He doesn't like that answer, he lets out an aggressive hum and pushes you back softly so you are laying on the bed he throws the blanket off the bed so you are completely exposed. Before you can even blink he is on top of you, trapping you between his arms. His face comes closer to yours before he speaks, you can feel his breath on your face as all you can do is stare. “These people are worthless,” he says, “they are nothing compared to you. They all pale in comparison. You are the only one i could look at even while your father was singing your sisters praises you were the only one i could think about. I asked to kiss you all so I could kiss you, not any of them. You are the only one I want, you are the one I'm throbbing for, I'm aching for.”

You feel like you can barely breath and the tears well up in your eyes once again, nobody has ever spoken so kindly about you before. He wipes them from your eyes as you speak, “do you really mean it?” He grins, “I’m more than eager to show you how much I mean it.” one of his hands trails down to your breasts and his thumb lightly rubs at your nipple, “if you'll let me that is.” “We shouldn't, we aren't even married.” “Yet. but we will be, what is the point of denying the inevitable and it would pain me to leave you when i know you ache for me in the same way i ache for you.” His thumb has picked up speed, your toes curl. 

“Okay.” it's quiet but it's all he needs to shove his lips against yours and place both of his hands on your breasts. You gasp just as you did earlier and he doesn't waste the opportunity this time to shoving his tongue into your mouth. He trails his lips down your jaw and to your neck where he stays and sucks some bruises while one of his hands travels further down. 

One finger running along your slit is all it takes for you to jump at the sensation, he chuckles as he takes two fingers to rub at your clit. Gripping the bed sheets hard, you acknowledge to yourself the fact that you were right when he slips a finger inside of you that his hands definitely feel better than yours. His hands are coarse obviously from his years of training along with the new added length it's a whole new sensation. You feel the pit beginning to build up in your stomach and your moans getting, “My prince!” “Say my name,” he growls.

“Aemond” its breathless and sounds so much better coming from your lips than he expected, “Again” “Aemond” “Again” “Aemond!” it only gets better the more you say it, he’s addicted. The last time is a shout, he can tell you're close so he pulls away. You whimper and ask him why he stops. He chuckles again and cups your face, “The first time you cum will be on my cock.”

He’s gotten off the bed to undress and despite your nerves for what's about to occur you can help but admire him. “You're very handsome.” the words fall easily from your lips like they did earlier except this time you’re staring at his bare back and bottom as he’s removing his clothes. He turns around and smiles at you once more, “you say that as you stare at my backside, so you think its my bottom that's handsome huh.” he's teasing you as he climbs back on top of you and stares at you. “You know what I mean.” his grin grows, “and you are the most beautiful women i've ever seen.” you look down at his dick in wonder and back up at him and his smiling face, “will it fit?” “I'll make it fit, don't worry princess.”

He's kissing you once more as he readjusts the two of you so he could enter you and you stiffen so he stops, “are you okay?” he asks against your lips pulling back slightly, “yes, just a little nervous.” “we don't have to-” “i want to.” you stop him before he even begins. “I want you my prince.” The look in his eye darkens once more as his tip pokes at your entrance, “and i want you, Issa ābrazȳrys.

He pushes in and it hurts, you hiss and groan as his lips are next to your ear whispering apologies and giving you kisses. Once he is fully in despite the fact all he wants to do is slam into you and claim you he knows he can't so he’s patient, he knows it’ll be worth it. Once you give him the okay he begins to move, you feel so much better than he had imagined. 

All the women you have talked to have never said it felt this good. You close your eyes. You've never experienced anything like this and Aemond is the only thing on your mind. While you chant his name the words he is saying to you as he thrusts into you are unfamiliar, Issa ābrazȳrys (My wife), ñuhon (mine), Issa dōna (sweet girl). You want to ask but you can't right now not when the only word you can remember is his name  

You tighten around him as the pit builds in your stomach, “are you close?” you moan as you nod, unable to form any words. “Hold it, my wife.” you don't believe it to be possible, “i want to cum, my husband.” you whimper. This causes him to freeze.

He watches as you whimper beneath him, begging him to move, “what did you just say?” you open your eyes going to apologize for your words but the look on his face stops you. “Aemond.” “No. What did you say?” you look away he grabs your jaw and brings your face to face him, “please. What did you say?” he begs, he wants to hear you say it, call him yours. “My husband.” He growls, you cup his face, “my husband, my prince, my Aemond, please make me cum.” “Hen rhinka issa ābrazȳrys (of course my wife)” He begins to thrust aggressively into you much more aggressively. He moves his hand to play with your clit, “cum.” he demands. And you do, the only thing you can say is his name over and over and over as you reach your peak. He quickly follows after with your name on his tongue. 

The only thing the two of you can do is sit and stare at one another, he combs his hand through your hair and you smile. “Ñuhon (mine).” “Are you going to tell me what any of it means?” he smirks, “you’ll learn one day, Issa ābrazȳrys (My wife).”

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a/n: based on some random tik tok comment i saw also this is my first smut so i hope you enjoy (im ace so if this is inaccurate i apologize)

Tags: @anditsmywholeheart @bellameshipper

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[netherfeildren]

The Cassandra Complex : Masterlist

Pairing: Din Djarin/The Mandalorian x F!Reader

Summary: Enter: A man who is not so much a man, but an effigy, a wound of steel and armor and Creed – secrecy and masked faces, above all else. 

Enter: A girl who is not a girl, but a creature helmed in darkness and spit out unto the galaxy broken and unmoored. 

Enter: The creation of myth.

-OR-

the dark sider/mandalorian au no one knew they needed

Rating: Explicit 18+

Content Warnings: Canon typical violence; Graphic depictions of violence; Canon divergence; Themes of redemption; And forgiveness; THE RAZOR CREST LIVES BITCH!!!!; Soft!Dom Din Djarin; Protective behavior; Possessive behavior; Unprotected sex; Creampie; Breeding kink; Size difference; Size kink; Rough sex; Spanking; Overstimulation; Brat taming; Touched-Starved Din Djarin; Angst with a happy ending; Hurt/comfort; Fluff and smut; Inappropriate Use Of the Force; Discussions of infertility; References to Greek Mythology; Past abuse; Not safe to read if triggered by pregnancy; Violence as a metaphor for desire and intimacy; Other additional tags to be added 

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PART I :

Chapter I: Apollo

Chapter II: Prometheus

Chapter III: Psyche

Chapter IV: Aite

Chapter V: Morpheus

Chapter VI : Sisyphus

Chapter VII : Hysminai

Chapter VIII : Melpomene

Interlude : Tartarus

PART II :

Chapter IX : Persephone

Chapter X: Geryon

Chapter XI: Lethe

Chapter XII: Venus

Chapter XIII: Eros

Chapter XIV: Dionysus

Chapter XV:

⚡️Din and Sithy art by the wonderfully talented @dirtysouvenir

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[myladysapphire]

My Lady Strong (V)

Aemond had always been protective of his neice, obssessed even, insiting on keeping her sheltered, and purley his, he never let her stray far and following the incident at Driftmark, Aemma was rarley without Aemond as her shadow. How will the kind, sheltered girl fair in the dance of dragons?

word count: 2,323

CW: maniplation and bullying, toxic relationships, stalking, obssession

Fem!oc x Aemond Targeryen can be read as x reader)

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disclamer:  i do not own any of claim any of the A song of ice and  fire characters, all rights belong to GRR MARTIN, all characters are his except for my OC

a/n we get to see some of aemonds perspective and lets jsut say hes a 'little' mad and obssessed with Aemma

“My Lady strong” Aemond mumbled, taking her hand in his arm as they walked into the great hall. It had been four years since the event of her ninth name day, and since then her and Aemonds relationship had become more and more turbulent. 

“Aemond!” she grumbled, walking forward, a smile plastered on her face as they entered the feast held to celebrate their bethrothal. 

She had officially become a woman in the eyes of the court and the gods. Her moons blood having arived four moons prior, allowing plenty of time for Alicent to prepare her for her wedding to Aemond, a duty her mother should have performed. But her mother scarcely came to red keep, her favorite child and only daughter had quickly become forgotten over the five years since driftmark. 

Though the past four years had been spent with sneers and loathing glares, atleast on Aemmas end, between her and Aemond. These past four years had been some of her favoruite. 

She had quickly become a favoruite at court, with lords and ladies throwing themselves (literally in some cases) at her, to get a glimmer of her attention. It seemed that the second her and Aemonds obsession with eachother ended (as far as Aemma was concerned, though Aemond still stalked her and obsessed over every detail of her, just now in secret). 

She had her beloved ladies. Girls from throughout westros, handpicked by Alicent and her mother (a very rare event and scary event, that she knew they both had loathed, and she loathed the thought of the two people that hate eachother to such a large event that the court had even taken sides, just to find her freinds) to be her closest friends and her confidant. 

There was five of them in total, Cassandra Baratheon, her dearest friend and fellow hater of Aemond, Rosia Tyrell, the youngest of them at ten and one namedays,  having replaced Yara Reed, after she was sent to bear island for her marriage to lord Rickon Mormont, then there was Cerelle Lannister, Jason lannister. Maergret Fossway, and Cersci Costayne. 

They had been her ladies for four years now, though she knew soon enough they would all have to leave, they would be married off and scattered throught westoros, and she would have new handpicked friends coming and going every few years. But she still adored them, though her and Cersci had a turbulent relationship, these girls were her sisters and she dreaded to think of life without them. Life without their daily tea and gossip, or their walks through the gardens, their days without tormenting Aemond with petty pranks. Yara had been older than them all, being seven and ten namedays already, and she being three and ten would be the youngest, and once wed would arrange all their marriages herself and be able to let them go when she felt they were ready, and not as soon as possible to help appease a waring family.

“Aemma!” Aemond sneered, they had reached the high table already, “stop daydreaming!” gods, he was annoying.

Patting down her dress and they moved to sit, she spoke “can you for once not be so cruel, we are too wed in seven days, lest us be civil” she spoke, her smile still pastered, a fasle calm to all onlookers.

But to Aemond he could tell she was worried, the pranks she would play on him had stopped, the teas and walks with her annoying ladies had halted, and she now spent most of her time in her room or the library.

Since her moon's blood, She was scared, and he had been making her scared, for years, and now they were actually getting married he could tell she was scared, of what, he wasnt sure.

He had been cruel and taken his pain out on her when she was innocent. A mistake he can never take back. And yet he had no remorse for it, as he would torment her, calling her lady strong, whispering bastard in her ear in the guise of sweet nothings. He would deliver dead pink Hydrid tea flowers (also known as Aemmas Rose), with their heads cut off in her room. Shredding what was once their favorite books, and leaving the remanst scattered in her spot in the library. He had taken over every corner she had once seen as hers.

“Hmm” he sighed “fine, prephas…on one condition” he spoke, seeing the fake loathing she loved to look at him with turn to…hope?

“What? You get to pluck out one of my eyes? Or no, I must pluck out my little brother's eye? Oh wait that is your right, an eye for an eye, something i agreed with in case you have forgotten, which if the last five years have been worth anything then you have-”

“Aemma” he shushed her, “gods, i do not want your eye, and yes i may have forgotten that you had taken my side once you found out what had happened, but that does not change that you” he whispered the next part, moving closer “are your whore of a mothers bastrad”

She flinched “that is not somehthing i can control, and you know that, so you can't fault me or hate me for it, espcially when in seven short days i will be your wife”

“Gods, I know that, I do, but everytime i look at you and i see your wretched brothers.”

“You think i dont know that, me and my brothers never gor along, do you not remember their ‘pranks’, such as the black cells? You remeber that don’t you? Rememebr how you wouldn’t rest until i was found, and when you did you were the only one who could sooth me, you were the only one who could get me to sleep. What happen to us Aemond, why did you turn to hate, when all i hver gave you was love. I understand we had somesort of obsession with one another but if it was really that bad then why did you not tell me, instead of hiding behind your pitiful excuses. We could have had a great love Aemond, and instead you made me hate you, so what what is this one conditon you desire, because i can assure you i'll do it, but it does not mean i will stop hating you, and i doubt it will stop you from hating me” she spoke these words, with a cold smile, looking out onto the feast, a fake look of happiness, as if they were the perfect couple, the couple she knew they could have been.

He remained silent, looking down at the table before standing and rezching his hand out “would you like to dance?”

She was shocked, not once in his life had Aemond asked her to dance, he despised it, would do everything to avoid the act, so the shock on her face wqas hard to disguise, as she nodded her head and accepted the outstretched hand. 

“You hate dancing” she mubled, as his hand descended to her waist, their hands outstretched.

“ i do” he nodded, before pulling her closes, and sniffing her hair. 

Gods if only she knew, knew that he only did those things so that he was always on her mind, as she was on his. “ and yet its the only way i can get this lcose to you before we are wed.”

She jolted back, not enough to worry onlookers, but enough to cause Aemond huff, and pull her even closer.

“What?!” she hissed “ you hate me?!”

“I never said that” he spoke truthfully.

She huffed “no, but it was heavily inplised” she sneered, “what were all of those-thoose…you were a bully for all thoose years, you ignroed, me berated me… called me” she looked around before whispering “my lady strong-”

“That's because you are, my..lady..strong, you are a strong and you are mine. Your mother made you a bastard but she also made you mine.” 

“YOU-” she said, a little too loudly, “you are mad”

“The best targeryens are” he replied, “i want you, i need you, i always have and always will. I just liked to play with you a little” he msiked, “ and in seven days i get to play with you even more” 

The song ended, and Aemond went to sit down. Leaving Aemma all the more confused. Just how he liked it.

Later that night Aemma sat alone in her chambers, her ladies having just left to retrie. Her conversatiuon with Aemond replaying over and over in her head.

She had always been a little slow, always compared to her great grandmother Daella. She was always called naive and had things dumbed down. And Aemond had always liked that she supposed. When they were younger he had always liked to dumb things down for her, even if she understood, making her reliant on him. She would stop thinking, stop wanting to understand things for herselves, because Aemond had made her believe he would do it for her. But she didn't know that, she overtime just started to think perhaps everyone was right, she was slow and needed the extra help. The help Aemond always amde surehe was giving her, even when she thought he hated her, he still did it. He had made her entirely reliant on him, and she would never know. 

“Aemma?” she heard someone whisper, unsure of where it was coming from.

“My lady strong?” the voice almost taunted.

“Hello?” she called out, standing up to look around “who's there?”. Aemond stepped out of the shadwos, causing her to jump “Aemond? What are you doing her” she asked, hand on her heart, and taking a deep breath.

“Too see you, my bethrothed.”

“We-we can..cannot be alone together until the wedding night..you should go” reaching for her seven pointed star pendant.

“I should, but we should also talk.” she sat down on her bed, reaching for her and pulling her down next to him.

“yes, yes i suppose so” she agreed, nodding her head, hand still wrapped around the pendant.

He smiled, not the cold one she was used to, but a warm one, one she had longed to see again (not that she would admit it) “good” he moved closer, his hand reaching to stroke her cheek.

That night they talked, it felt liek the old days, when they were the closest of friends. When they were envied by all for how close they were. It was like they were children again, and it made Aemmas heart skip a beat. 

The next day at breakfast, her ladies were told what had happen, with Cassandra shaking her head, “no! We hate him, hes a bully,” 

“Yes but he is also to be her husband, they should be close” said Cersci.

Clapping her hands, Cerelle agreed “oh its perfect, hes obsessed with you! After this we should go to his chambers and you two can go on a walk through the gardens, and have a picnic” she gusehd, grasping Aemmas hand.

Cassandra huffed “he has been nothing but cruel to her, and all of a sudden we love him? No its one of his games, hes taunting you”

“No” Aemma shook her, “no, hes changed, last night it was like we were the old Aemond and Aemma, before driftamark. He cant be-he-” she shook her head, her head dropping. “ its too cruel, even for Aemond. Why would he wish to strat a marriage based on a cruel game?”

“Beacuse hes mad!”

The ladies at the table all gasped at cassandra.

“What? He is, everyone can see that! He lost his sanity alongside his eye-”

Aemma slapped her arm “ Cassie! Dont say that, you werent there, that night was horrible!” she sighed, “ all know is that this is the start of something, we could be civil. Our marriage was meant to ease the conflict in our familes, and we agreed to try, and just let me be a little delcusional please” she laughed, “you all are!” causing the ladies to huff, “i mean it, like Maergret batting here eyes at Daeron verytime he visits and he doesnt even glance your way and he calls you Mary! And Rosia, Cregan Stark? We met him once and you have not stopped obsessing over him, not to mention he had a wife when we met him. And Cassie, lord Redwyne?” she gave her a look, “and dont get my started on you Cerelle and Cersci, i may be slow but dont think i havnet noticed to two of you!” she taunted, “let me think there might be a chance, please, and who knows you may be right, but either way in a week i will married, and he will be my husband. Whether we like him or not!”

Aemond thought she mad, not as mad as he, but as he watched her, sat in the gardens, as he hid behind a rose bush. One night of his undivided attention on her and she, well it was playing out perfectly. The games he had been playing fro years. The constant thought of eachtother on the others mind, the way he taunted her, made her beg fro his attention. Allowing one night of undivided attention to make her think they would be them old selves again. The old Aemma and Aemond. The Aemond who would slaughter the whole of Westros for her, the Aemma who believed very word he said and relied on him to do everything for her. The Aemma who when it came to the inevitable war would believe her mother had hated her, forgotten her, and that he was the only one who loved her. 

It was fun to taunt her, yes. But he loves her, always has, but he supposes the rumors at court were right, perphas all his sanity was in the eye stolen from him.

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[unicreamuwu]

The Little Batgirl (Yandere Platonic Batfam x Child Reader)

Chapter 2 - Meet the Batfamily

Warning: None, just a bunch of batfam fluff

(Anything that reader says in a bolded text means she's in "thought of mind.")

From now on, this series will be posted on my yandere batfamily account, which is @yan-batgirl

Y/N stares at herself in the mirror as she tries to do her hair by making the perfect twin tails hairstyle.

After she had bounced on her new bed for nearly an hour, the same butler from before, Alfred, handed her a box from Bruce.

When she opened it, she saw a folded-up white costume-like dress that contained a white helmet with bat ears with small pink hearts on each side.

It also included small pink hand gloves and a pair of hot pink Astro Boy-like boots along with a bright yellow utility belt.

Her head was tilted, but she just shrugs it off and puts on the strange costume that was gifted to her.

However, after she put on the costume part, she was just staring at herself in the mirror, not knowing what to do next.

So, she decided to strike a pose.

(Do NOT steal my art!)

~~~~~

Y/N was walking behind Bruce, Damian, and a group of unfamiliar looking people that Bruce had mentioned before.

A young man was wearing a black hero suit with a blue “V” minus the blocky boots and gauntlets who introduced himself as Nightwing, or his usual name, Dick Grayson.

A young guy who is probably around his teen years, he's probably around 17 or 18 whose name is Tim, but Damian calls him Timothy for some reason.

Another young guy is wearing a bright yellow suit as he carries his helmet which is the same kind of yellow is named Duke.

A girl who looked a bit younger than that young man was wearing the same suit as Bruce's Batman suit who hadn't introduced herself to the young girl yet.

Y/N just stares at them as they chat about random things.

"What an interesting group..." She said in her head before one of them turned to her.

"So, what made Bruce take you in?" The young man asks with a friendly looking smile.

Y/N actually didn't know.

She tried to come up with something to say before Bruce interferes.

"She's a child that needed to be taken care of. Y/N came from a rough household and needed to be taken care of since nobody wanted a child who was nearly seven years old. So, treat her with respect just like how you do with the others of this family," he tells him as he takes off his bat mask that reveals his face.

The man nods in response as he eyes the little girl from each second passing by before she finally catches him staring at her.

"Why are you eyeing at me like that? It's weird."

She tells him before he just focuses walking ahead.

"Sorry about that!" He said with a sheepish smile as Y/N just stared up at him with a eyed down look.

"He's weird." Is all she said in her head.

Then, she looks up at the slightly older girl next to her, who is dusting off her batsuit.

"Who are you?" Y/N asks as she points up at her which made the other girl smile down at her.

"I'm Cassandra. You can call me Cass if you like," she responds.

Once again, Y/N was in thought before she spoke up.

"So, Cass, why are you guys dressed up like that? Including me?" She asks out of curiosity.

Then, the doors of the dining hall open and reveal the table that is filled with different kinds of pastries.

"We have... A tradition," she said with a smile as she led them to the table.

~~~~~

The table reveals a bunch of desserts that has a various kinds of desserts.

The group sat in their seats as Y/N just stood by the doorway, not knowing what to do.

It was then Cassandra called out to her.

"Hey, Y/N! Come sit next to me."

She said with a smile as she tugs the chair back for Y/N to sit on which she did.

When the little girl took a seat, everyone just basically started to dig in with the pastries in front of them.

"All of these are made by Alfred. Most of these desserts won in a lot of awards."

Cassandra tells her as she takes a bite of one of the cookies.

"Does that mean they're really good?"

Y/N thoughts to herself before she nods before she takes a bite of a cookie.

The taste of the sweet, crispy dessert made her eyes wide open as her pupils turned into a shape of large stars.

"These are so good!"

She said before she took another one and shoves it in her mouth, which made some of the people laugh, including Bruce, who let's out a chuckle.

"Do you guys so this everyday?"

She asks as she shoves another cookie into her mouth.

"Only when we come back from missions without any injuries, but since this is basically your first day, we decided to do this tradition ."

Tim replies with a smile.

~~~~~

Later on, Y/N was sipping a cup of tea, which she later made a scrunched up face because of the bitter taste.

"I don't like this..."

She said as she sticks out her tongue.

This made Cassandra lightly chuckle.

"I get it. Dick actually made that."

She said as she pointed with her thumb towards Dick, who was leaning against his seat as he bites into a small piece of cake before he heard what she said.

"Oh, come on! I told you that I'm not an expert at making tea."

He said as he chewed with the cake piece in his mouth which made Cassandra roll her eyes playfully with a smirk on her face.

"Yeah, I get it."

She said in a playful tone.

Y/N looks up at him before she shows him her teacup that still has tea in it.

"No offense, but your tea doesn't taste that good."

She tells him, Dick just lets out a small chuckle.

"Welp, at least I tried."

~~~~~

After the lovely dessert time that they all had, the only ones left at the dining table were Y/N and Bruce himself who was watching her finishing up the last piece of the angel cake.

"Was it good?"

He asks her before she looks up and nods with a big smile on her bed.

"Yeah! They were right when they said that Alfred won a lot of awards with these desserts."

She said as Bruce smiled softly and nodded at her response.

"It's true. I've seen it all."

He said with as he clasped his hands together and stares into her eyes.

"Now, let's talk about your life from now on in the Wayne Manor.

Y/N tensed up by his words as she just stares up at him with wide eyes.

"Oh no! The real pressure is starting!"

Bruce then lets out another heavy sigh before he leans towards her a bit.

"Are you ready to be part of the batfamily?"

For weird reasons, a weird sense of silence was filled up.

Y/N looks up and just stares into Bruce's eyes.

"Huh?"

"I asked if you were ready to be a part of us."

She continues to look up at him with a dumbfounded.

"Me? A part of the bat... what?"

Bruce lets out a gentle sigh before he points at the costume she was wearing.

"Do you see the costume you're wearing right now?"

Y/N looks down and nods.

"That costume resembles the sign of the batfamily. It means that you are now one of the protectors of Gotham. However, I don't know if you really are capable of doing this, so that's why I'm asking you if you are ready to spend your life in this new position that you're going to hold."

Bruce explains to her as his gaze softens a bit.

"You're still young, so I want to give you a chance to think about your decisions before actually committing yourself into this family."

Y/N listened and then got into thinking.

"If I don't join, I could get kicked out and might be thrown out into the streets or sent back to the adoption home. But at the same time, if I did join, it'll be a life or death situation..."

She continues to think about the hard decision that she's going to make.

However, the more she thought about it, more exciting thoughts are starting to fill up her head.

"If I choose to stay, I can keep this costume and maybe go on astonishing missions with my new dad and maybe my new siblings. This is going to be very exciting!"

She said in her head as her eyes brightened like stars.

Then, she leaned to Bruce with a huge, determined smile on her face.

"I'm in!"

~~~~~

She doesn't know what's coming to her later on...

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[sapphire-writes]

Thin Ice (modern!HOTD)

pairing: Aegon x Reader & Cregan Stark x Reader

summary: The night of the hockey formal. Chaos ensures of course, because nothing's that easy with this group!

word count: 3.2k

warnings: 18+ series general language & mature themes (p in v, fingering, kissing, praise, unprotected, slight hair pulling).

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“How’s the studying going?” Helaena asks, looking up from her book.

You’ve been sitting with her in the student lounge for about an hour now, staring at your phone. Aegon’s text messages have been on your mind for a while now. Not that he’s been responding. He’s been MIA since the neon party.

“Y/N,” Helaena says as you continue to stare, brows furrowed together. 

Helaena closes her book loudly, but still, you fail to look up. Where is he?

“Y/N!” Helaena says, louder this time. 

You blink rapidly, locking your phone and smiling apologetically. 

“Sorry, what Hel?” you ask.

“How’s studying? With Egg?” Helaena asks. 

The feeling of his lips on your returns, the feeling of his tongue slipping into your mouth. The cool metal of his tongue ring. His lips. Fuck, his lips. An ache grows between your legs, and your mind flashes to the memory of riding his thigh. 

“Studying’s going great,” you manage to say, forcing a smile on your face.

You send Aegon another text. 

“Are you excited for formal?” Helaena asks, eyes flickering from your face to your phone, “Who’s got you so grumpy?” 

“What?” you say looking up, “No one, shit, just Sara. Um-” you rub a hand over your face, “Yeah, yeah formal should be fun!”

“Egg looks forward to it every year,” Helaena muses, “I hear he’s taking Lydia Tyrell.”

Your heart drops into your stomach, but you try to ignore the hot flash of jealousy that rolls through you. Helaena’s brother. Off-limits. 

“That’s nice,” you tell her, “They make a cute pair.”

“Yeah,” Helaena says snorting, “For however long Egg holds onto her.”

You frown.

“What do you mean?”

Helaena closes her book, folding her hands on top of one another.

“Aegon is a manwhore,” she tells you, “He chooses a pretty, desperate girl, lavishes her with attention, and then throws her to the curb when he’s done.”

Your throat tightens at her words. 

“He chews them up and spits them out,” Helaena continues, “My brother’s not the nicest guy to fool around with. Not that any of my friends have to worry about that. I’d kill him.”

Shit. 

You force a smile.

“You would?” you ask nervously, and Helaena nods.

“Did I ever tell you about Cassandra? My best friend in high school?”

You shake your head and Helaena sighs.

“Aegon broke her heart. Shattered it into a million tiny pieces. She never spoke to me again,” Helaena tells you. 

Your heart nearly stops beating at her words. 

“My best friend,” Helaena says, enunciating the words, “Aegon doesn’t think about anyone but himself. Love him, but he’s got issues.”

Nervousness swirls in your stomach. Helaena tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, sighing and shaking her head.

“I’m so sorry that happened, Hel,” you tell her. 

“Me too,” Helaena says, placing her cheek in her hand and reading her textbook.

It’s settled. You need to pursue this thing with Cregan. Aegon is off-limits. 

Later in the day, you and Sara get ready together doing your makeup in front of your floor-length mirror. Sara chose a skin-tight red dress that looks amazing on her. 

Your dress is in deep forest green, hugging your curves perfectly. Sara’s eyes bug out of her head when you exit your room.

“Cregan’s going to cream his pants,” she says, wolf-whistling at you.

“I sure hope so,” you say, snickering slightly. 

You look your arm through hers, grab your purse, and exit the apartment. You’re supposed to meet at the hockey house, Sara offers to drive blasting your favorite songs all the while. When you park, you feel your skin prickle with nervousness, all the hairs on your arms standing at attention. 

Some guys stand outside, dressed in suits, sharing drinks. You spot Jace and Cregan standing on the front steps as you exit Sara’s car. She calls out to Jace, waving at the pair. You notice Aegon talking with some teammates, not acknowledging your arrival. 

“We got a limo together, to take us all,” Jace tells you, kissing Sara’s cheek. 

Cregan eyes light up as you appear, scanning you up and down. A wolfish grin appears on his face and he wets his lips. 

“You look great,” he tells you.

“So do you,” you say smiling. 

“Let’s get this show on the road!” Aegon says, arm slung over Lydia’s delicate shoulders.

He’s wearing an all-black suit, his silver hair slicked back. He gives you a sideways grin before looking away quickly. 

You all pile into the limo together, knees bumping against each other in the crowded space as music blasts from the speakers. Neon lights flash and a disco ball reflect the light in all directions.

Though Cregan and you make conversation you can’t help but watch Aegon and Lydia, who sits perched on his lap, with a ring-clad hand tightly gripping her upper thigh. His fingers play with the edge of her dress, slightly disappearing underneath it. 

Your eyes flicker to his face and you meet his violet eyes. He’s looking back at you. Flustered at being caught staring, you quickly lower your gaze, cheeks burning. 

The ride is pretty quick, and you don’t look at Aegon again. 

You all start to exit the limo, walking in pairs into the hotel. It’s fancy as hell, with a huge spiral staircase and grand chandelier sparkling in the foyer. Aegon has already disappeared inside, you catch a glimpse of Lydia’s auburn hair, Aegon’s hand pressed against her lower back. 

Cregan takes your arm, beginning to lead you up the stairs when your stomach drops.

“Shit,” you mumble, slapping your side.

“What’s up?” Sara says stopping, arm linked through Jace’s.

“I left my purse in the limo,” you tell them, smiling at Cregan apologetically.

“I can get it for you,” he says smiling.

“It’s okay,” you assure him, “I’ll be just a second, you guys head upstairs without me.”

“You’re sure?” he asks, squeezing your hand.

You nod, and they continue up the stairs without you.  

You walk back down the steps, goosebumps appearing the longer you’re in the cold air. You find the limo pretty quickly in the parking lot, the driver standing across the lot smoking a cigarette.

“Excuse me,” you tell her, “I left my purse inside.”

“No problem,” she says clicking the unlock, “go right ahead sweetheart.”

You give her a kind smile and continue walking to the limo. The door opens are you poke your head inside. The lights are still going, but no music plays now. It’s sort of spooky just multicolored lights flashing over the leather seats. 

You duck, but it's still incredibly spacious as you slide down the seat to where you had been seated with Cregan in the back. With no one else in the limo, it’s very roomy. Your purse lays squished between the cushions and you sling it on your arm when the door shuts behind you. 

Your head whips around, panic slicing through you until you see who it is. Aegon slouches against the seat, manspreading his legs as he leans his head back on the headrest of the seat. He watches you as he taps his fingers on the door. 

He’s wearing rings again.

Stop that. Bad girl. Go back to Cregan.

“What are you doing?” you ask him, not moving.

“What are you doing?” he playfully mimics, raising a brow and smiling widely.

You hold up your purse.

“Sure you’re not avoiding Stark?” he asks, wetting his lips.

You let out a sharp breath, laughing slightly.

“And why would I be doing that?”

“You tell me.”

You roll your eyes.

“I don’t have time for this Aegon, Cregan’s waiting for me.”

You start to scoot down the seat toward him. There’s no way out without passing over him. 

“Mhmm,” he answers, rubbing his eyes. He leaves his palm on top of his eyes. 

You stop scooting as you reach the corner next to him. 

“Are you avoiding someone?” you ask referring to his date. 

Aegon splays his fingers on his face, peering at you between the cracks of his fingers. 

“Maybe,” he says, lower lip jutting out into a pout.

You chuckle.

“Lydia Tyrell not doing it for you?” you ask, hoping the bitterness you feel isn’t evident in your tone.

“She’s nice enough,” he murmurs.

A moment of silence happens between you, the tension is palpable in the small space.

“She’s probably missing you about now,” you tell him.

“Told her I needed a smoke.”

“I didn’t know you smoked.”

“I don’t.”

You laugh despite feeling bad for the abandoned Lydia. Aegon watches you laugh, a smile tugging at his lips. 

“You could have come alone,” you tell him, but he snorts.

Silence again. You feel the need to keep talking.

“How’s your studying?”

“You’re seriously asking me about studying right now?” he asks, hand falling from his face to his thigh.

“Should I be asking about something else?”

“You tell me, bunny.”

You stare him down for a moment, those violet eyes looking into your soul. Don’t be a pussy, you hear Sara’s voice in your head.

“Why did you kiss me?”

He smirks then, as though he was hoping you’d be brave enough to ask.

“To help you with Stark.”

“No,” you clarify, “At the neon party. You didn’t need to, but you did it anyway.”

Aegon continues to stare. 

“Maybe I just wanted to kiss you.”

Your face flushes. He’s wearing that damn earring again. Two of them. Both hoops, the one lower on his lobe holding some animal’s tooth. The multicolored lights dance across his features and it suddenly feels warm, too warm, like you’ll suffocate.

“Cregan is waiting for me,” you tell him, moving to leave.

Aegon takes this as defeat, nodding as you begin your exit. There’s no way to get past him, not without going over him. He leans up as you move one leg over him, basically straddling him. His hand glides over your leg and you freeze, hand gripping the headrest to help your balance. Your hair is brushing against his face, and you meet his eyes. He’s right in front of you, close enough to kiss. 

Your other hand is on the handle of the door.

His eyes flicker to your lips, just once, and your thighs give, crashing you into his lap. You gasp, feeling the hardness present between his legs, before he swallows the sound with his lips against yours. 

Your hand drops from the door tangling in hair as his hands slide under your ass. One hand snakes up your back, gripping the back of your neck keeping your mouth securely against his.

He tastes the same way he did the other night, he feels like he did that night. His lips are forbidden fruit, and you’re starving. Aegon’s hands are everywhere, sliding up your sides, squeezing at your breasts, your ass, your thighs, just constant pressure. His teeth sink into your lower lip and you moan into his mouth. 

“Fuck,” he groans, pressing you closer to him. 

His hands drop only so he can reach for his belt. You watch him unbuckle it. 

“We don’t have time,” you tell him, as he recaptures your lips.

“Sure we do,” he insists.

You whimper against him, dropping your hands to assist his efforts. Once his cock is freed, you wrap your hand around him and pump his length. Aegon groans as you do so before pushing your dress up around your waist. You’re all uncoordinated, limbs flailing all over the place, and you’re not sure how but Aegon manages to wrestle you out of your panties while you’re still on his lap. 

He swipes a finger through your slick folds, grinning as you spasm against him.

“Just fuck me,” you tell him, desperate to be quick.

Aegon playfully frowns.

“We’re not being that quick,” he says, sinking two fingers into your tight heat, “what, do you think I’m not a gentleman? Huh?”

The strangled noise that leaves you only fuels the fire of Aegon’s pride. You can feel the metal of his rings pressing into you, eliciting more erotic noises as he crooks his fingers in you just right. 

“You think after all this, I’m not gonna make you come?” Aegon teases.

“Fuuck,” you whine, grinding your hips against his fingers.

“Yeah, fuuck,” Aegon agrees, mimicking you; biting his lip, and nodding his head. 

He’s such an arrogant asshole. 

Your palm slams against the window as his thumb presses against your clit rubbing even little circles around the slick bundle of nerves. Thank the fucking gods the windows are tinted. Aegon chuckles at the state of you as he works his fingers in your dripping cunt. 

“Fuck, this pussy is gonna feel so good on my cock,” he murmurs.

“Aegon, oh fuck,” you squeak, walls clenching around his fingers.

“Soak my fingers, that’s it,” he encourages, unrelenting with his movements, “keep saying my name baby.” 

Your orgasm washes over you, sending you slumping against him as he moves to replace his fingers with his cock. 

“I’m on birth control,” you tell him, feeling the fat head of his cock spreading your lips.

He kisses your neck, nipping lightly.

“You want my cock?”

“Yes,” you breathe.

“All yours,” he tells you, and you lift your lips before sinking onto him. 

It takes no time at all to figure out Aegon likes to be vocal, not that you expected anything else. It’s all dirty praises wrapped between grunting, gasps, and moans as you ride him. The sounds of wet slapping echo throughout the limo, the smell of sex evident in the confined space. 

“Perfect fucking pussy,” Aegon murmurs, hands resting on your ass. 

Your dress is scrunched at your middle, tits out. His head is buried between them, voice muffled as he worships them with his mouth. He alternates licking the full mounds before taking your nipple in his mouth grazing it with his teeth and sucking, sending sparks of pleasure tricking down towards your navel. His mouth never leaves you, not even to come up for air, he simply traces his lips over your tits, through the valley between them to make sure he’s giving equal attention to each one.

The sensations are almost too much for you to handle, your thighs tremble, and sharp whimpers and whines leave your bruised lips. Your pussy clenches around him, feeling every vein, every curve of his thick length.

All you can do is moan, head thrown back as you bounce on his fat cock. He fills you so fucking perfectly, better than Jason, better than anyone. 

“Oh gods,” you moan, “Oh fuck.”

The tip of his cock is curved so perfectly, nudging against that sweet spongy spot that makes your breath leave you with each roll of your hips. 

“That’s it, come all over my cock,” Aegon says, “That’s my girl.”

You’re sent over the edge once more and feel his warm release soon after, as he spills inside of you with a breathy, whimpered, moan. Aegon captures your lips once more in a searing kiss, hands tangling in your hair. 

You breathe into each other for a moment, staring into each other’s eyes. 

Oh fuck.

Aegon blinks rapidly and you shy away from his gaze. 

You reach for your panties but he stops your hand.

“I think I’ll keep those,” he says smiling, stuffing the lace into his pockets.

Your eyes are wide as he kisses you once more. When he pulls away he keeps his hands tightly on your jaw, just enough so you can’t look away from him.

“Now you go in there, dance with Cregan, and have a fucking ball with my cum dripping down your legs,” he purrs. 

Your lips are parted in shock, eyes wide and dumb.

“You hear me?”  

“Uh huh,” you answer. 

Aegon drags his thumb over the shape of your lips. 

“We got to go,” he tells you, as you rise from his softening cock.

You fix the straps of your dress and pull it down to cover your ass as he opens the door. Aegon exits first and holds a hand out to help you out. You take it, rising on shaky legs. 

“Let’s go,” he says grinning. 

He holds your hand until you enter the hotel, following him up the stairs and into the ballroom. He turns, winking at you, before strutting across the room to Lydia. 

Sara comes barreling over to you.

“Got your purse?” she says, her smile faltering as she sees your expression. 

“Bathroom, NOW,” you tell her, grabbing her hand. 

She follows your lead and you hurry to the restroom. 

“What is it?” Sara asks.

You can feel him running down your thighs. Sara raises an eyebrow.

“Sara,” you tell her, “Don’t freak out.”

She freaks out.

“You fucked him? Just now?” she hisses, eyes falling to your chest, “Oh shit, Y/N your chest-”

You rush to the mirror. Dark red blotches are forming from Aegon’s attention. You pull the collar of your dress up.

“Here,” Sara says, digging into your purse, “I put our concealers in here.”

“What the fuck do I do?” you ask as she uses her fingers to apply the makeup, “Shit, Helaena’s going to kill me, Cregan is going to kill me.”

“Do you like him?” Sara asks, “Aegon?”

“Um,” your head is spinning, “I mean. Yeah. But it's Aegon! Helaena literally was just telling me how horrible he is to girls.”

“Girl yikes,” Sara says shaking her head, “I mean, you’ve seen his track record.”

“Fuck,” you tell her, “So I should just forget this right? I mean it's probably a one-time thing, he probably doesn’t even like me-”

“You cannot tutor him anymore, he’s just going to keep fucking you,” Sara tells you, “Tell him to find someone else.”

Doesn’t sound like too bad of a deal, if you’re being honest. 

“But-”

“No,” she tells you firmly, “We are not having another Jason Lannister moment. Date Cregan. Fuck Cregan. A nice guy.”

You look at her wide-eyed. 

“Don’t look at me like that,” she tells you.

“It was really good.”

“Did you come?”

“Yeah,” you tell her nodding and biting your lip. 

“Fucking Aegon Targaryen,” she says shaking her head, “Okay, you’re good, let's get back out there.”

You go to the bathroom, wiping the remnants of Aegon’s release from your thighs with shaking hands. Sara’s right. 

You make your way to Cregan, he takes your hand spinning you around. You smile. He’s so nice, such a good guy. Jace and Sara dance next to you as a slow song begins to play. You loop your hands around Cregan’s neck, glancing behind him. 

Aegon’s leaning against the wall, a smirk on his face, hands stuffed in his pockets. He removes his left hand, slightly revealing the dark green lace of your panties before shoving them back in. Your eyes widen and he winks.

You have a feeling Aegon Targaryen is nowhere near done with you.

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Peakaboo! I see you... (modern!Stalker!Aegon II Targaryen x reader)

synopsis: You have always felt safe in your own home, shutting out the scary, real world. Unknowing, that someone stared at you through the large windows almost every day and night. But a window is just glass, and glass… oh it breaks so, so easily…

warnings: Dark fic, non-con, slight somnophilia, stalking, obsession, mentions of alcohol and drinking, afab reader, angst, fluff, smut, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex

word count: 8k

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a/n: So, in honor of spooky season I started rewatching `You´ and this is what happened. Let me know if I missed any tw´s or anything. I hope y´all enjoy!! <3

When you had moved to King´s landing you found yourself alone and truly scared for the first time in your life. Fleabottom wasn´t the safest place to begin with, but it was the only thing you could afford while attending Uni, leaving you very little safe spaces. One of them being your friend Sarah Snow´s place and the other, your own apartment. Where you could shut out the scary real world with the turn of a key and multiple locks. Cuddling into your bed with your phone, the tv providing the only source of light in the apartment. It´s still early in the evening, but you had always valued a quiet night in over going out to some shitty bar or club or party, like your friends did. You silently shake your head at the thought of Sarah, Aly and Cassandra getting hammered at some party right now. And as if they heard your thoughts your phone starts to ring with an incoming videocall.

“Hey girl!” Aly exclaimed the second you accept the call. Making you hold the phone a little further away at the sheer volume of her voice. You can see your other two friends in the background, getting ready for going out.

“Hey, Aly. What are you up to?” You ask in a much quieter tone.

“We´re going out tonight.” By the way her words slur ever so slightly it is clear that the three of them had been pregaming.

“Okay, but… Why are you calling me? You know I am not in on the whole party thing.” A feeling in your gut told you, that a plan was afoot. A plan you wouldn´t like as much as sitting at home and watching movies.

“You´re coming with us. That´s why.” Cassandra´s voice sounds from the background.

“Oh no. No. No. No.” You insist.

“No, no talking back this time. Your gonna like it. I promise. There is this really niche bar, that has an open mic thing tonight for anyone that wants to share their work. It will be great.” Cassandra tries to convince you in a sweet voice.

“Ugh. Cas, Aly…”

“Come on. You always whine about being insecure about your writing. This could be great for you.” Sometimes you really hated your friends persistence. Especially when her points weren´t even half bad.

“Alright, fine. Send me the address and give me an hour to get ready.” You hear them cheering as you rub your eyes with the hand that isn´t holding up the phone. “But I won´t get behind that microphone. No matter what you say.”

“Yeah, yeah. Just get yourself presentable and come down. We´ll meet you there.” Just as suddenly as they had called you, they hang up again.

You throw your phone to the side and sigh deeply. Running your hands over your face, followed by bringing them down onto your upper thighs in an attempt to motivate yourself. Of course it doesn´t work and so, with another sigh you turn the tv off and hop into the shower. The warm water feels nice on your skin and when the time to step out, the typical feeling of not wanting to leave overcomes you. But you have to get ready if you don’t want to get shit from Sarah or Cas, so you force yourself to put on some light makeup and grab the next best clothes from your closet, that make you look presentable. Looking at the location of the bar you realize that it is only a few subway stops from your place and so you grab your phone, keys and wallet and head out to the station closest to your place. Checking twice if the pepper spray is still in your purse.

You walk down the stairs just in time for the subway to arrive.

When you arrive at the bar Sarah, Cassandra and Aly are already waiting outside. Greeting you with a mutually hollered “Babes!!”

“Heyyy!” You mirror their tone. Putting on a wide smile to not let them see how tired you really were.

Together the four of you enter the bar and the first thing you notice over the low chatter is how stuffed it is already. You barely find a table that fits all of you and immediately order a round of shots. A good choice as it turns out, because you barely have time to put down your coat, when you hear your name announced over the mic. A frown flits over your face, but you don´t have the heart or maybe the energy for a discussion now, so you pound back another shot and get up on the small makeshift stage. You sit down on the uncomfortable bar stool and introduce yourself. Beginning to read the latest excerpt from the book you were writing that you still have on your phone. The audience honestly doesn´t give much of a reaction, aside from your friend´s aggressive cheers. And the spotlight blinds you a bit, letting your anxiety practically spike. You can hear your voice shake as you read. Your hands and legs still tremble when you finally get back to the table.

“Y´all are such assholes. I told you I didn´t wanna read…” You protested as you take a drink from them.

“Aw, you were great either way, babes. Now come on. Let´s enjoy the evening.” Sarah tries to keep peace, laying a soothing hand on your arm. You know she means well. All of them do, but you still feel kind of hurt, that they had gone behind your back like that.

Over all the commotion and the people that read after you, you completely ignore the blonde stranger who, ever since you had entered the bar, couldn´t seem to turn his eyes away from you. Blissfully unaware of the dark thoughts behind them. And it stays that way until you leave. Tipsy, staggering up to the uber under his hidden watchful eyes. You close the door behind you and push the feeling of being watched aside as a side effect of being a woman alone in the outside world. He follows you in his own car. Thoughts of needing to have you and being the one for you swirling in his mind and possessing his every thought. Your mind however is occupied with the need for sleep and so he goes easily unnoticed. Looking through the widow of your ground level apartment as you undress and go to bed in only your underwear. He can even count himself lucky enough to go unnoticed by you over the next few days as you follow your usual routine. Going to the gym, the library, lessons, grocery shopping. Whatever you do, his eyes are on you. Until he is sure he knows your schedule by heart. Moving him along to step two of his plan.

You meet up with your friends at a bar again. A different one this time and on your own accord. It was the last day before spring break and them all leaving to visit home. All of them except for you. You don´t mind not going home so much as being alone for a whole week. So, you make sure to enjoy the evening with them and once again ignore the feeling of being watched that had sat in the back of your brain for the past week or so. And when you go to get another round of drinks, that´s when he strikes.

You make your way over to the bar. Not really looking where you are going, when you run into someone. Their drink spilling all over the front of your shirt. You jump back as the wet fabric clings to your skin.

“Woah, I´m so sorry. Are you okay?” The stranger gives you a bright smile, flashing his perfect teeth. A smile that reaches his lilac eyes. Making them sparkle and crinkling their corners. He holds out some napkins for the stain that steadily grows more uncomfortable.

“Thank you. Yes, no. Yeah, I´m alright. Uh, I´m sorry too. I totally didn´t watch where I was going.” You tap at the stain in order to hopefully take some of it off. Smiling back at him. You can´t help but to. “Let me buy you a new drink. To make up for all of that.”

“No, no. I should buy you one. I totally ruined your shirt. I insist.” He is so effortlessly sympathetic that you couldn´t even protest against his words if you wanted to.

“Okay.” Youn nod and follow him to the bar, where you sit down together.

“I´m Aegon, by the way.” He extends his hand for you to shake, which you do while offering up your name.

“It´s nice to meet you, Aegon.” The two of you order drinks and fall into conversation easily. Talking about anything and everything until you feel your phone vibrate inside of your pocket. Pulling it out you see Cassandra´s name on the screen. Reminding you of who you actually came here with and why.

Another glance at the clock tells you, that it is well past midnight.

“Shit, I didn´t realize it was that late already.” You turn to him to say goodbye. Ready to never see this handsome not so strange stranger ever again, when he makes you another offer.

“Want me to drive you home? It´s probably not safe out there at this time of night.”

“That would actually be so great, but I´d hate to inconvenience you. I probably live in the whole other direction from where you need to go.” You rub your neck. Taking a step back, ready to leave to say goodbye to your friends.

“Come on, it would be my pleasure to do that for you. I would hate for something to happen to you on your way home. Just say yes.” Aegon´s gaze is so intense and there is only one thought behind them, that the alcohol has made you ignorant of to his luck. If you leave alone now, he wasted his chance.

You sigh. “Okay, alright. Thank you so much. I just need to say bye to my friends and then we can go.”

He offers you his jacket to hide the stained shirt and then follows your lead back to the table.

“Hey, girls. I´m super sorry I just dipped, but I met Aegon and he´s gonna drive me home now. I´ll explain tomorrow. Okay?”

“Yeah, alright. Just be safe and don´t do anything we wouldn´t do.” They wink at you and turn back to their conversation as you and Aegon make your way outside to his car.

Ever so gentlemanly he opens the door to the passenger side of the golden Mercedes s-class for you, making you curtsy jokingly and giggle, then walks around to the driver side, to get in himself.

The two of you find your way back into the conversation and so you don´t even realize that you never actually told him were you lived. Nevertheless he pulls up in front of your apartment complex in no time.

“I had a really nice evening with you tonight.” He says with another wide grin and soft chuckle.

“Me too. And I´m sorry again for that drink. One would think that at my age I would´ve learned how to watch where I´m going.” You run a hand through your hair. Still slightly embarrassed about your carelessness.

“No, again, it is fine. I should have watched my steps as well, but if you really want to apologize you could give me your number? And we could meet up again some time. I´m guessing you´re on spring break too now.” It´s almost frustrating how good he looks with his head tilted and those beautiful lilac puppy dog eyes. If there was any doubt about wanting to see him again, they are all gone now. You need to see him again. So, you pull out your phone and give him your number.

“Don´t let me wait too long before I hear from you.” You give him one last smile before exiting the car. He sits in the car until you close the building door behind you and then parks his car around the corner to go back and observe you for a bit longer without being overly obvious.

Through the large windows Aegon watches you like every night of the past week. Stepping out of your clothes, doing your nightly skincare routine, before slipping on the smallest pair of pajamas he had ever seen and slip underneath the covers to watch some more tv. Falling asleep in front of it. All with an almost dorky smile. He thinks you are the cutest thing he has ever seen. The way you are so excited about your little meeting is something he has never seen in his life and he is instantly hooked. Fantasies about you being all excited and running up to him when he enters the apartment after a long day out enter his mind. Thoughts about sharing the sweetest kisses. When he opens his eyes he sees something that isn´t as innocent as he first perceived you.

Your hands caress your breasts and wander bellow the blanket, your back arching as they enter your core.

Aegon lets out a breathless curse. His own hand wandering inside his pants to tug on his length. His thoughts turn instantly. From innocent kisses to you arching your back up until your breasts touch his chest. Writhing and squirming underneath him from the pleasure he is giving you. Your tight walls fluttering around his cock as you come from the circles his thumb rubs into your clit. He has to clamp his hand over his mouth so you don´t hear him moan outside of your window. Once he´s finished, he leaves. Not wanting to push his luck, but definitely looking forward to the next time he´d see you.

The next morning you text the girls group chat. Apologizing for your behavior the previous night, by telling them every detail about the conversation with Aegon. How nice he was to you and how you thought that maybe, after a couple more dates, you could say he is the one. And as if he smelled you were talking about him in that moment you get a message from Aegon. Asking you out for coffee. You try to hide the smile that forces its way onto your mouth by biting your lower lip, even though there is no one there to hide it from. You answer him quickly and this time take a little extra time getting ready. Facetiming Aly, who is the only one that isn´t on a plane yet, to consult her on what best to wear. Even if she teases you relentlessly about being so nervous about a simple coffee date.

The truth is you haven´t been out on an actual date in years. Not after your last boyfriend had broken up with you for reasons only known to that absolute piece of shit. You had wasted three years pf your life on him and he couldn´t even give you a reason as to why he didn´t want to be with you anymore all of a sudden.

You take a deep breath to calm your nerves and hopefully stop the bouncing on your leg. Entering the small café he had asked you out to where you find him already sat at a table. A half smirk spreads his face. And by the seven you have to calm yourself down not to do anything embarrassing as a result of the glee you feel upon seeing him.

“Hey, I didn´t make you wait too long did I?” You ask bashfully.

“No worries. I basically just sat down.” He assures you. Watching with careful eyes as you take of your coat to reveal the dress you had chosen with Aly´s help and are now second guessing if the choice hadn´t been a bit too revealing.

“Phew, I´m glad to hear that. I hate making people wait for me.” You wipe away an imaginary drop of sweat and chuckle.

“Nah, you´re good.” He goes to say something else, but in that moment a waitress interrupts him to take your order. Which of course Aegon makes a mental note of. Just like anything he had learned about you so far. The waitress, an older woman, seems to recognize the nature of your meeting and how nervous you are and gives you an encouraging smile. You smile back at her and make sure to remember to tip her later.

“Alright so, normally I´d ask how you have been, but since we last saw each other last night I guess did you come home well yesterday?” You quipped.

“Yeah, I did. How about you?” The two of you share a laugh. Without the alcohol in your system he seems even more effortlessly charming. Coffee gets followed by dinner, which he invites you to. Talking about family, life, dreams and aspirations. You tell him about your parents’ divorce, the relationship you have with all of them, how studying and writing is going. How your dream is to be published one day. You open up to him more than you ever have to anyone in that short amount of time and he listens. He listens so well. Telling you about his studies and his father’s company, that he will inherit one day, yet he never makes you feel small compared to him, like others would probably make you feel. It would be easy to, but he just doesn´t. And your feelings for him grow ever stronger. He even persists on paying for you. Saying that you could pay the next dinner, but the two of you are aware that you could never earn enough money to pay a meal this expensive.

At the end of the day he drops you off at home once more, but when you hug him goodbye whispering “Thank you so much. I had such a great time today.” Into his ear he goes in for a kiss.

It’s a possessive claiming of your mouth kind of kiss. All clashing teeth and heavy bursts of breath. Wandering hands, pulling on clothes in a needy attempt to get the close proximity you both want so deeply. He pulls the air from your lungs only to breath it back into them a second later. It´s hard to do, but in the end you manage to pull away.

“It´s late. We should continue this another time.” You whisper with your forehead resting against his shoulder. Everything inside of you screams to keep going, but your brain told you to take it slow. To savor it.

“Okay. I can´t wait.” He lays a peck on the shell of your ear. Letting you go reluctantly. “Text me when you get home.”

You chuckle and step out of the car. Pulling out your phone the second you close the door behind you to text him a quick `I´m home. Had such a great time with you. Can´t wait to do this again <3´.

He watches the glow of the screen vanish behind the large window. Replying with a `Same. Sweet dreams<3´, but this time he doesn´t stay around to watch you. Instead he goes home to sink into one of the dreams he had ever since he met you. One where he watches you sleep in the morning, the rising sun and the way you lay sprawled out beside him making you look like an utter goddess. And then you wake up to give him a smile that makes him feel like he has a heart attack. It feels so real that when he wakes up to another text from you, he has to pull himself together to not mess up his carefully hatched out plan. His train of thought gets interrupted by his phone ringing.

“Good morning…” Your raspy morning voice comes out of the speaker. You sound absolutely gorgeous to him. Making his eyes roll back into his head a little.

“Good morning, doll. What´s up?” The smirk on his face is audible in his voice.

“Nothing much. I just wanted to hear your voice.” You murmur, rubbing your eyes. “Oh gods, that sounded so cheesy. I´m sorry.”

“Hey, you´re good. I actually think that´s really cute.” He muses.

“Oh? Well, I guess I don´t have to feel like it is too soon when I tell you I had the weirdest dream tonight.” You chuckle and clear your throat from the sleepiness.

“Really? Do tell.”

“I don´t know. I can only remember that we were together, in my apartment and I guess you were watching me sleep and it felt so real… I probably sound so weird right now.” You scoff at yourself. Wondering why you even told him that.

He on the other hand chuckles at your confession. Cursing himself out in his mind, to will himself to stay strong.

“I had the same dream. I hope you don´t think I´m like a stalker or obsessed or something now.” His tone is lighthearted, but the gods now he needs you to stay unconscious of that side of him. No, he wasn´t any of those things. He was looking out for you. You meant a lot to him and that meant he wanted to protect you. “So, you know. You at least aren´t weirder than I am.”

Sadly you have a shit ton to study, before spring break ends and so you aren’t able to meet again in the coming days. Of course that doesn´t mean that he can´t see you though. The feeling of being watched follows you around like a burning shadow throughout that time. Yet you push it away. Telling yourself that it was probably just exam stress or social anxiety or something. Which Aegon, knowing you as well as he does, is grateful for. Usually he would hate to see you anxious or stressed, wanting to take all that burdens you off you, but when it came to him getting caught… Well, not that he was doing anything wrong, but experience has taught him, that people tended to see things differently from him.

So he stays hidden. Texting and calling you every day and watching you sink your fingers or a toy into your sweet cunt each night. Every time he is overcome by thoughts of how you would make so much sweeter sounds if it was his length that your walls where fluttering around as wave after wave of pleasure rolls over you. Each time he reminds himself anew that things are going steady with you and it would  only be a short while until those thoughts became a reality.

On one of those evenings you surprise him with another call. Curses fall from his lips under his breath as he scrambles around the corner, praying that you haven´t heard his phone.

“Hey…” He says after pressing the green button on the screen.

“Hey, is this a bad time? You sound kinda out of breath.” Your voice chirps on the line.

“No, you could never call at a bad time.” Except for now kinda. “What´s up? Didn´t you say you wanted to write all day?”

“Yeah, I did. When my friends come back tomorrow there will be little chance to do so uninterrupted, but um… I couldn´t focus. Like at all.” You murmur.

“Oh, can I do anything to help?” he purrs.

“You could get some Starbucks and come over?” You ask in the most tempting voice you could offer. Not that he needed much persuasion to tend to any of your wishes as soon as you asked.

“Sure. I´m on my way.”

“You´re the best. Thanks.” You chirp and then the only thing that can be heard on this side of the line is the tone of the disconnected call from the device in his hand. Sprinting to his car, he almost drops his keys in anticipation at the prospect of spending time with you. Basically racing to your favorite coffee shop to get coffee, and some pastries he knew would be more than happy about right now. He knew, knowing everything about you would come in handy one day.

At the same time you put your laptop to the side. Trying to find something to pass the time until he would arrive. Which was harder to do than you would have thought and so with nothing to do, you decide to put some effort in your little meeting. Sitting down in front of the small closet to look for a cute dress to put in. Getting ready just in time for a knock on the door.

“Come in, it´s open.” You yell as you go to sit back down on the couch.

“You know, you probably shouldn´t leave your door unlocked in this neighborhood. Whoa…” He stops in the doorway when he sees you.

“Wh-What?” You tilt your head and look at him with confusion in your wide eyes. You look so innocent right now.

“Do you always write like that?” Aegon puts down the snacks and vaguely motions to your outfit of choice. “Cause… If so, I want to always be around for it.”

You can´t hide the snorting laughter that forces it´s way out of your lungs. “That´s really sweet, but no. I usually don´t look like this at all when I write. In fact I usually look so much worse you would want to stay as far away from me as possible.”

“I seriously doubt I anything in this world could ever make me want to stay away from you.” Aegon lays his gentle hands on your shoulders and a feeling of warmth spreads in your guts.

You look up at him through your lashes and before you know it your eyes flutter close. Then, a moment later, your lips meet his in the most gentle kiss ever. And you don´t know when things escalate. If it is when your hands come up to cup his cheeks. If it is when you stand on your tip toes to make it easier to deepen the kiss ever so slightly or when his tongue presses against your lower lip to silently ask for entrance. The result is the same. The two of you forgot about why he came over in the first place and abandon everything to make yourselves more comfortable in the bedroom. Rolling around the mattress as you make out heavily. His hands are everywhere on your body at the same time, just as yours are on his. Each touch feels like the right thing to do. The only thing that feels even more right is the way he sinks himself into your tight, warm walls. Like he had wanted from the moment he first saw you.

He´s so careful not to hurt you and as you lay in his arms afterwards, cuddled close, his finger drawing small patterns on your shoulder, you can´t hold back the smile. This is the fastest you have ever gone this far with a person. Mostly out of fear, that they would only want to use you for it. Yet even after only one official date with him, you know there is no reason to be afraid. It´s almost funny how shortly you have known each other and yet you rely on him for everything. He knows you so well already, has an incredible gift of listening and observing, like no one else you had met before. Ever. Before you notice it, a giggle falls from your lips, just as he kisses your temple.

“What´s so funny, doll?” Fuck, even the nickname you usually hated sounded so good from his lips.

“Nothing, just… I just thought about how shortly we´ve known each other and yet we know so much about each other already. I never had that.” You say in an amused tone.

“I´m gonna go ahead and take that as a good thing.” He huffs a chuckle.

“Oh yes, definitely. I honestly love how open we can be with each other.” Oh if only you knew.

“Me too.” He mumbles into the crown of your head. Placing another peck there.

As it turns out it isn´t only the first time you sleep with him, but also the first time you spend the night together. Your activities had robbed all of your energy and with a little more quiet chatter, the two of you slide of into slumberland.

You are sad to watch him leave the next morning, but the alarm on your phone, that interrupts your romantic little breakfast that Aegon had cooked, painfully reminds you, that you promised to pick up Aly from the airport.

“I´ll call you later, okay?” You promise him as he steps out of your car.

“I can´t wait already.” He replies.

You make your way to meet your friend and of course he follows you once again. Extra careful that you don´t see his car. It wasn´t necessarily low-key after all. Things are easier once he follows you into a café that looks like no ordinary student could pay for the food there already, keeping a close eye on you as you and your friend order brunch, nothing unconventional from what you have told him about her and your other friends. He starts to toy with the idea of leaving to not get caught, when something Aly says makes his ears perk up.

“So, how is it going with your new favorite person?” Her tone is light and she wiggles her eyebrows at you.

“I already told you to stop calling him that.” You laugh at her antics. “And don´t even try calling him my boyfriend. We haven´t even been on two dates yet.”

“Yeah, alright. Not even on two dates, but he has also been inside of you and has spent the night at your place after getting you snacks simply because you asked him to…” she shoots you an unbelieving look. “Like seriously. And you haven´t even told me all the dirty little details yet. Bitch, you owe me. I thought we were friends.”

If his heart beat higher before, when the word boyfriend left your lips, it beats even higher now at the mention of your night together.

“There´s not much to tell.” You try to deflect.

Not much to tell? He asks himself. He thought he had done better than `not much to tell´.

“Oh hells no. You know I won´t let you off that easy.”  She persists.

“Alright. Okay. It was great. He was so sweet and made sure to make me come like two times before he thought about himself. You happy now?” You try to keep your voice down as much as possible so the people around you don´t hear. Which is only a half success as Aly´s squeal gets you some of the unwanted attention anyway.

“Was he big?” Her question earns a shocked expression and gasp from you. And a concealed giggle from Aegon.

“I mean I guess. You know I don´t have much to compare it to, but I´d say he was solid.” You shrug. “Now can we please change the topic? How was your time with the family.”

Aly starts on a rant about everything her family did and said and so Aegon decides to go before he truly overtaxes his luck.

As he walks by the window you are sitting close to, you think it is him, weighing the options of saying something or not, deciding against it. You were just imagining things, because Aly was talking without a single pause and you missed him. You sigh, trying to concentrate on whatever your friend was talking about.

When you finally get home it is late afternoon already and you are pretty tired, but you can´t pass up on the call you promised Aegon.

“Hello there.” He picks up.

“General Kenobi.” You answer in the fashion that the Star wars quote commands.

“How did it go with your friend?” He asks feigning genuine interest as if he hadn´t been there for the most interesting part.

“Yeah, it went well. I just got home, basically.” You sigh and rub your eyes, who were burning for some reason.

“Wow.” He huffs amusedly.

“You can say that loudly. I originally planned on asking you if you want to come over, but I totally forgot that I have an early class tomorrow that I need to prepare something for. This week is gonna kick my ass…”

“Ah, damn. So how about we meet up Friday evening? I could pick you up and we could check out this new bar that just opened.” He suggests. Knowing already what this meant for the coming days.

“That would be so cool.” A yawn interrupts what you were saying. “Gods I´m sorry I´m really tired. Would you be mad if we hang up now and I´ll text you again before class?”

“Not at all. You go ahead and do your thing. I´ll hear from you tomorrow.” He reassures you.

“Thank you. Good night, Aeg.” You chirp.

“You have a good night too and don´t overdo it with the studying.”

“I won´t, mom.” Your faux annoyed tone gets broken up by one last chuckle before the two of you hang up. You always laugh so much with him. More than with anyone else and at the same time your deep talks are on such a level you don´t know how to express it to your friends.

You have always felt safe in your own home, shutting out the scary, real world. Unknowing, that someone stared at you through the large windows almost every day and night. But a window is just glass, and glass… oh it breaks so, so easily…

Friday takes forever to roll around, but when it finally does, nothing can wipe the smile from your face. Your mood is basically indestructible. As is his. You sing and dance your way all through out getting ready and when Aegon rings the bell you open the door with a spring in your step.

“Someone´s in a good mood.” Aegon muses.

“Just happy about seeing you.” You admit. Hugging him and kissing his cheek as a greeting. “Lemme just grab my purse and then we can go.”

You lock the door behind you and together he drives you out to a place that can hardly be classified as a bar. Upon entering the place you feel massively underdressed, but he doesn´t seem to care. He is just happy to be there with you and you are happy to be there with him. He asks about your week and how your writing is going while you sip one drink after another until you feel a light buzz. The alcohol making your insides feel as warm as his presence and his hand on your thigh do. Over the duration of the evening you gradually move closer, but by the time he drops you off, he lets you go with just a quick peck to your lips.

“Thank you for the nice evening.” You rub your eyes. Wanting to say something, anything to stay close to him just a bit longer, but your tired and tipsy mind can´t come up with anything.

“With you it´s always a nice evening. Now go on. Get to bed before you fall asleep in the passenger seat.” He squeezes your thigh one last time before he lets you open the door to head inside.

As always he parks his car around the corner to watch you until you fall asleep, but somehow tonight something is different.

Aegon feels a strange sensation tugging at his heart. A longing. To have you right this second. He doesn´t know what comes over him, but without a second thought he takes one of the stones in front of your window and throws it at the glass. It was meant to tap the glass, at least that´s what he tells himself, but instead it breaks it.

Fuck, Aegon curses under his breath, praying to the seven or any other deity that is willing to hear him that you didn´t wake up from the commotion. When your apartment stays silent, he decides that it isn´t safe for you alone with the broken window situation. It takes a few tries, but in the end he manages to climb through it. Keen on not making to much noise while walking over the shards on the ground, he tiptoes over to your bed.

You lay with your back towards the free side and so it is easy for him to slide in under the covers as well. He presses his chest as close to your back as possible, his hand laying innocently but protectively over your waist.

Aegon kisses your temple and silently promises to not close an eye, to watch over you, all night.

But the night is long and having you so close to him, smelling your shampoo and feeling your hips rub against his every time you shift in your sleep, makes it hard to keep his hand there. It also made him hard. The next time you shift in your sleeping state, his hand wanders down to your thighs. Once more and it lands trapped between them. Gently caressing your slit through the thin material of your leggings.

You sigh and stir lightly at his touch, but don´t wake up. Instead you just press yourself closer to him in your unconscious state. The action prompts Aegon to bite his lip to stifle the moan that wants to break free from his lungs. He can´t give himself away like this. He would only scare you and that is the last thing he wants to do. You simply look so good, how could anyone help themselves. You can be lucky he is there to watch over you.

A quiet moan comes from you as he continues his ministrations. The touch barely light enough to tease, but that heavenly sound pushes him further.

His hand slips underneath the waistband, past your lace panties and finds your already wet heat.

“Fuck.” He whispers, pushing two of his thick fingers inside of your entrance. He wants to take things so much further, but if he wants you to stay asleep he has to be careful. He pumps the two digits in and out of you at a slow pace. Feeling you grow even wetter as you squirm, quiet moans the only tell for the pleasurable feeling you are experiencing. He speeds up the movement of his fingers slightly, until he can´t take the lewd noises coming from your core anymore. He just has to taste you or he was sure he would die right then and there.

He shifts his position on the mattress, turning you onto your back, pausing when you stir again, moving to lay between your legs. Your pants are discarded and carelessly thrown to the side, before he dives in for the first taste of your heavenly center. He regrets not taking the time to appreciate your body the way it deserves, but he needs you so much there is no time for that now. His tongue licks a stripe up the length of your cunt, moaning at the sweet taste. And when he hears your own quiet moan and sees how you bring your hips closer to his face he is unstoppable. His tongue delves into you, fucking you with it and recklessly. Reaping every single one of your little noises and movements. He is so far gone that he doesn´t even realize, that with every new stir you start to wake up a little more.

At first your mind is still foggy with sleep and the pleasurable feeling his lips and tongue bring you. Your hand instinctively treads itself into his hair. But when you fully come to You scramble backwards until your back hits the headboard. His mouth chasing after you before he realizes what has happened and looks up at you.

“Aegon?! What are you doing here?” You gasp.

“Shh, it´s okay. Just let me worship you in the way you deserve.” Aegon slides his hand up your calf in a feather light touch.

“How did you get in here?” You ask, becoming more panicked.

“The door. I told you, you need to be more careful. You are lucky I came here to protect you.” His voice is soothing and so deep. And so you relax a little, leaning back as he resumes his previous activities.

But somehow something just feels wrong. Like a feeling in your gut. This is so unlike anything he has shown you of himself. Thinking about it he hadn´t shown you all that much in the first place. And that feeling just won´t let itself be shaken off so you shove his head away once more.

“Can we please just go back to sleep? I don´t really feel entirely in the mood right now.”

“Oh doll, that sounded much different a while ago. I didn´t even touch you all that much, yet you were still soaking those lace panties for me.” He climbs on top of you, rasping the words into your ear. “And the position I found you laying in… You´re such a fucking tease. It´s like you were begging for it.”

A sickening cold fear spreads in your system. A yelp leaving your mouth as he pulls you down by the ankle so your core is pressed to his. You are too in shock to return his kiss when he forcefully presses his mouth to yours. This is not the Aegon you know, but something tells you that this is the real Aegon. Coming back from the shocked state, you try to push him away. Hands pressed to his chest and legs eagerly searching for a way out, but he is too strong.

“I don´t want this, Aegon. Please stop.” You whimper into his shoulder as he mouths at your neck. Nibbling at all the most sensitive spots. Hating yourself for the growing even wetter as he rubs his length against your core. You don´t even know how or when he rid himself of his own pants. All you know is, that he now is pulling on your night shirt. Eager to get it off while simultaneously pinning your wrists down over your head so you would stop pushing him away.

As it turns out it is harder to do than imagined and so another yelp falls from your lips as he rips the fabric off your body. Your chest moving with fast and harsh breaths.

“Shh, everything´s alright. I´m here to take care of you.” He silences you with another unrequited, bruising kiss.

You are helpless against him, squirming and writhing underneath his much larger frame. This whole situation is so absurd and to add to all of it, when you bite his lower lip in a desperate attempt of self defense and getting the upper hand, he simply laughs. Tears start to prick in your eyes as the sound reaches your ears. As much as you want to blink them away they free themselves. Running down your burning cheeks accompanied  by a sob.

“Aww, don´t cry doll. I´m going to  make you feel so good. Just relax and let it wash over you.” His free hand wanders down to roughly caress one of your breasts. Rolling and tweaking the nipple between his fingers until the bundle of nerves stands hard at attention and your back arches off the bed. Which he takes as the sign to go ahead in what he is doing. Bringing his mouth down to the other breast, sucking and kissing on it until that nipple looks much the same like the other.

With one swift motion Aegon pushes inside of you, his cock stretching you out like no one had before. It is nothing like your first time together. He immediately starts to thrust inside of you at a fast pace.

"Aegon... please... st-op." You cry out to him to no avail.

Rutting into you at an almost breakneck pace. His head bows down and you feel puffs of hot breath hit the skin where your neck and shoulder meet. The feeling is utterly upsetting and you want to throw up at the same time you lost all the strength in your body. It´s all futile.

“I already told you I´m not gonna stop. You know deep down that you enjoy this. So why don´t you make this easier for yourself and stop fighting it.” His teeth sink into your tender skin harshly.

"Aahhh! Fuck, that hurts! Why are you doing this?" You question him.

"Because you deserve to be worshipped. You are a goddess walking amongst men." He nibbles on your ear. Much softer than the bite before, but that doesn't make anything better.

His hips continue to piston into yours. The sound of wet skin slapping against skin filling the otherwise quiet apartment alongside with your bitter cries. The moon outside is the only source of light illuminating his features.

You try to turn your head away from him, but he forces it back by your chin. So instead you close your eyes. You can´t stand to look at him anymore. His face that looked so sweet and innocent to you before is now distorted into a grimace of sick pleasure. Eyes closely watching your every reaction and a sheen of sweat covering his skin, sticking the front locks of his silver blond hair to his forehead.

With a few more thrusts he comes inside of you and for a short moment you have the hope that this is it. Aegon relaxes against you, but as your cries become weaker you notice how he only seems to get harder inside your warmth.

“Can you please let me go now?” You try again with a quiet, shaky voice.

“Oh, you think I am done with you yet? No no no. We are done when you come around my cock and accept me for who I am. What you made me.” His tone is nothing short of condescending and he tuts at you as your crying grows hysterical again.

You guess the gesture is supposed to soothe you, but it has the exact opposite effect.

You cry yourself into a near state of incoherency as he pushes your knees up against your chest forcefully, giving him a whole new angle inside of you. The way the head of his cock bullies your sweet spot is the final straw. It hurts. Despite it feeling so wrong it feels so good. You hate yourself even more as inadvertent pleasure runs through you like electricity. Making your toes curl and your eyes roll back. You scream louder with every thrust of his until you are near voiceless. You try to remind yourself that your body reacting to it doesn´t make it any more right and it doesn´t mean that you secretly enjoy it. But it´s so hard.

“You like it deep, don´t you?” Aegon´s voice in your ear painfully pulls you back into reality.

“Please.” You beg one last time, but the plea, just like all the others, falls onto deaf ears.

Your body gives up any last fight it has left. Quietly sobbing when your walls flutter around him and your hips start to shake. A wave of pleasure, or maybe just disguised shame, washes over you, provoking Aegon´s second orgasm.

“You are mine. You will never leave me. No one can love you like I do.” His voice sounds so soft. So genuine.

You almost want to believe him, but that would require a level of coherency you currently do not possess.

As you lay there with your whole body shaking, trying to come down from this experience and waiting for what he would do next, you ask yourself where things had gone wrong. What did you do to provoke this? To deserve this? Yet no matter how hard you pray to the seven for a sign or anything at all really, you don´t get an answer.

#aegon targaryen x reader #aegon ii targaryen x reader #aegon x reader #aegon ii x reader #aegon targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #aegon ii #dark!aegon targaryen x reader #modern hotd au #modern hotd #modern house of the dragon au #hotd #house of the dragon #hotd fic #house of the dragon fic #hotd x reader

[ghostytoad]

🎃 ROTTMNT Halloween Headcanons 🎃

Haunted House (X Reader) Edition

Summary: Date night at a scare attraction with Reader!

Headcanons for: Raph, Donnie, Leo, Mikey, April, Cassandra, & Casey Jr

CW: Fluff, romance ig?, can be read as platonic, gn! reader

Halloween Headcanons - Haunted House Edition Pt. 1

Raph:

isn't too thrilled about the idea, would rather stay home with y/n and watch scary movies

but how can he say no to those cute lil' eyes?

has to hype himself up while waiting in line to be brave for y/n

"you can do this, raph. you're big. you're strong. you're definitely not afraid of a dumb ol' haunted house."

he will cling onto them the entire time and hide his face in their back

his arms will not leave their waist; it's his only lifeline rn

is v careful not to squeeze too hard tho

makes it farther than he usually does with his bros

does it all for y/n; he's gotta be there to protect them after all

has never made it all the way to the end tho

it usually ends with him running out of the house screaming like a little schoolgirl

carries y/n bridal style while he's running

refuses to stop until they've made it all the way back to the lair

promises to make it up to them every time tho

Donnie:

honestly? why even bother?

he can show you scarier things out on the streets of new york than you'd ever see at a cliche scare attraction

begrudingly goes anyways; pretends its against his will but any time spent with y/n makes him v happy

not that he'd ever admit it

spends most of the time pointing out where and when most scares will occur

it really ruins the surprise for y/n but he genuinely doesn't notice he does it

"cue yet another garish hockey slasher approaching from the left corridor in 3... 2... 1...."

will occasionally tease y/n for getting scared but never pushes them past their limit

if y/n decides to tap out early, he'll understand

doesn't stop him from reaching the end tho

decides to video chat with y/n the entire time tho to show them "what they're missing out on /s"

adds a few unenthusiastic aaaah's while he's still inside to cheer y/n up for tapping out early

Leo:

oho he is going to milk this opportunity to be your knight in shining armor

cocky and smug the entire time

promises y/n that they have nothing to fear as long as lightning leon is around!

will absolutely melt if y/n clings onto him

might even carry them koala bear style if they're too scared to move

"no te asustes, mi amor! let these big, strong arms protect you from the scary monsters!"

will probably jump out to scare y/n a few times

knows when to stop tho; he's not heartless!

finds it cute how scared they get and will let them know again and again how adorable they are

if y/n decides to tap out early, he does get a bit pouty but will leave with them

makes up for all his teasing with a big share of his candy haul

Mikey:

won't say no to a date night with y/n!!

he'd jump into an active volcano if it meant getting to spend time with them!!

he doesn't mind if it's a bit scary for him.....

does his best to reassure y/n that they shouldn't be too scared! mikey's got their back!

is incredibly good at putting a brave face on the entire time

will cling to y/n as much as he can

might get a bit spooked every now and then, but as long as y/n's with him, he can power through anything

checks in often to make sure y/n is okay

"a-are you good to keep going? n-not that i'm scared, i just want you to feel safe!"

will immediately tap out if y/n starts getting overwhelmed or uncomfortable

if y/n makes it through to the end, he will absolutely brag to everyone about how brave and cool they are

April:

she knows all the best spots and is psyched to take y/n to all of them!

will make a whole date week of it

v encouraging and supportive of y/n the whole time if they show any fear

"as long as we stick together, we've got this thing in the bag! we're the power couple to end all power couples!"

doesn't mind y/n clinging onto her and uses her hoodie as a face cover if they get a bit too scared

if she does get scared (rare), she will instictively reach out for y/n's hand

would never tease y/n for getting scared, but will giggle at how undeniably cute their screams are

lots of "scared face" selfies!!

tries to encourage y/n to keep going if they start slowing down but will not hesitate to tap out if needed

takes y/n to meet all the scare actors after closing to help them get over their fears a bit

likes to end the night with a horror movie marathon and a sweets binge

Cass:

doesn't understand it.... but if it makes y/n happy then she must oblige

might need to be talked through the concept a few times while waiting in line

is a bit surprised and caught off guard if y/n decides to cling onto her

she won't reject it, she's just unsure how to reciprocate

she's definitely beat up a few scare actors that've gotten a little too close to y/n for comfort

"the masked one dares to threaten my y/n?! you will suffer unending retribution for your insolence!!"

will get incredibly angry if someone scares y/n too badly and demand an apology (and all of their candy)

keeps a close eye on y/n the entire time

if y/n decides to tap out early, she will swoop them up and carry them straight to the door

refuses to let them walk afterwards until they're absolutely 100% certain they're okay and not dying or anything

will consider it an incredible triumph if y/n makes it all the way to the end and will not let them forget just how amazing they are

Casey Jr:

he's a bit wary at first, but he'd do anything to make y/n happy

is nervous and a bit worried for y/n

what if y/n gets hurt? what if they end up getting traumatized from all the scares? would they make fun of him for being afraid? would they see him as weak?

stays on guard the whole time; firmly plants himself between y/n and anything that might scare them

will become a flustering mess if y/n decides to hold onto him for comfort tho

insanely protective and ready to defend; had broken a few props bc of this tho

checks in even more than mikey; is just incredibly worried for y/n

"are you alright, y/n? do we need to leave? just let me know when you need anything. i'm right here for you."

if y/n decides to tap out, casey won't hesitate to pick them up bridal style and rush through the nearest exit

growing up in the apocalypse, casey is v quick to make an escape so getting out won't be a problem for him

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #tmnt #leonardo #donatello #casey jr #michelangelo #raphael #april o'neil #cassandra jones #rise tmnt #rise leo #rise mikey #rise donnie #rise raph #rise casey #tmnt headcanons #rottmnt headcanons #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt x y/n #donnie x reader #leo x reader #raph x reader #mikey x reader #casey jr x reader #cassandra x reader #april o'neil x reader #x reader #x reader headcanons

[insfiringyou]

BTS - Pottery Class (Max x Cassandra) & (V x Da-eun)

Contains: smut, fluff, first meetings.

Set a month following Christmas Morning, Cassandra and Max go on a date. 

You can find out more about our headcanon universe and ongoing storyline here and more about our headcanon girlfriends here.

To read each member & their girlfriend’s headcanon universe fics in order, follow the links here: RM   /   Jin /   Suga /   J-Hope   /   Jimin   /   V   /   Jungkook & our full masterlist of fanart and fanfictions can be found here

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Max smiled as he tucked in the edges of the small, blue shirt; its miniature size almost comical on the child’s small frame. Gabriel was surprisingly still for him, though his hips wriggled when he got to the back, rocking from side to side in his likewise scaled-down boots which Cassandra had tied carefully for him earlier, making sure to double-knot. Looking up, he could only see the back of her head; her long, dark waves cascading down the back of her dress where the ends skimmed the edge of her waistband; the navy garment cinched in with a tie belt. She was waiting at the window, fingering the edges of the plain, dark curtains expectantly and it wasn’t until Max drew up to his full height and touched her shoulder gently she turned around with a little, startled jolt. Her eyes moved from him to her child, almost apprehensively. 

“Is he ready?” She asked. 

Max nodded. “Looking smart. Is his bag packed?”

She nodded, gesturing towards the hallway. “All ready.” Looking back, she drew away from the sill quickly. “I think that’s his car.” 

Automatically, Max bent down to address the child, knowing full-well the shirt would likely be covered in food by the end of the day, but appreciating the amusingly formal attire Cassandra had picked out for him. Despite his age, it already suited him and he undeniably looked stylish, or as stylish as it was possible for a three year old to look. “Are you ready to go?” He asked with a smile, an exaggerated excitement evident in his tone. 

The child grinned, clutching his hands together at his chest. “Yes!”

His expression was contagious and Max smoothed his dark hair lightly, teasing a curl. “Good boy. You’ll be good for your dad won’t you?”

His arms outstretched, holding them out to the taller gentleman. “Daddy!”

Max’s expression softened as Cassandra moved between them, reaching for his hand and steering her son towards the hallway. 

“Daddy’s waiting outside for you.” She corrected, giving Max a knowing look as he held back, allowing her to answer the door. He busied himself in the living room as he heard the twist and click of the lock, wanting to give them some privacy. There was a clutter of toys on the floor and he scooped them up one by one as Cassandra’s voice drifted through the gap in the door. 

“He’s got everything he needs.”

“How’s he been?” A familiar voice said, stifled a little by the sound of the street outside as a car drove past. 

 “...up all night. You’ll probably get some quiet time.” She sounded tired and Max wondered whether that had been the primary cause for her anxious demeanour this morning. After making them breakfast she had been pacing a little, running her hands through her long locks as she watched the clock. Then again, they hadn’t been on a date in god knows how long, if ever. He wasn’t sure whether those brief coffee breaks had counted as dates, while Cassandra watched Gabriel in the play area of the cafe with one eye. Nor those classes he ran after hours, where they both had time to talk, while the baby, only a year old at the time, had sat asleep in his car seat in the corner; tucked in tightly the way he liked which seemed to prevent him from waking up and crying. Being alone together was a luxury they had only been granted recently, while his father took him out for the day, and often it involved them cleaning the house before crashing on the sofa together until it was time to pick him up. Overnight stays had been a lifesaver, allowing Cassandra the time to sleep off her exhaustion from the day before and giving them a chance to be intimate. She had been cautious at first, worrying the child would ask for her and not wanting to leave him for so long, but she had been getting better at that. Taehyung was reassuring and Gabriel always returned with a smile on his face. Perhaps she was fretting needlessly. 

“Has he eaten?” Max heard the man say, but her reply was cut off by another passing car.

“...some snacks.” She paused. “Just wait until he’s hungry.”

He could almost picture the man’s sombre nod, he always seemed so serious. “I got a new car seat.”

“Good, he was outgrowing the old one.” 

Max detected the small smile in her voice before she hesitated, growing quiet. 

“Is that her?”

He didn’t hear the response but his ears pricked up interestedly, suspecting he knew who she was talking about. He was a little surprised; the other man only spoke of her briefly during conversations and she had never, to his knowledge, accompanied him on his visits. 

“Is she shy?” Cassandra asked, not unkindly. 

“...better if she waited.” Taehyung said, the first half of the sentence obscured and lost as the pair moved away from the doorway and into the street. 

“I don’t bite.” Cassandra said softly, her voice clearer; the lilting rises and falls of her accent more familiar to him. “She can come and say hello.”

The door was left open but he could no longer hear the exchange as they seemingly walked away, towards the car. Max considered moving to the window to catch a glimpse of the young woman in question; suddenly curious as to what she looked like, but decided against it, distracted instead by the throw on the sofa which had come loose from its tucked-in confines and the scatter of pillows which had fallen to the floor. When he straightened up, satisfied the room looked presentable, Cassandra’s voice returned as she handed the other man the small rucksack she had packed earlier. 

“Have fun…” She said gently, the tone of her voice unreadable among the background noise, followed by the sound of the door closing. He turned to the hallway door as she walked into the room, his eyes drawn to the fabric of her dress which wrapped around her body elegantly. The belt, tightly drawn in accentuated her hips and bust; the small glimmer of cleavage attractive and a little sexy. It was different to what she usually wore around the house; though her plain blue jeans always seemed sexy to him too, in an understated way. He sometimes wondered how she managed to pull them off so effortlessly. She smiled appreciatively, noticing he had tidied up, and he felt a shift in her mood. Perhaps having Gabriel dressed and out of the house had put her more at ease. 

“Do you want to get changed?” He asked cheerfully, feeling his own emotions lifting along with hers. 

She looked down, brushing the edge of the fabric with her long, spindly fingers. “Should I dress up?” Her eyebrows knitted together and he shook his head softly. 

“I was thinking you might want to wear something you don’t mind getting messy.” He clarified.

Her smile widened. “I don’t tend to get messy.”

Max laughed, walking over and talking her hand in his. “But I’m not so good.” He admitted. “You can wear something of mine.”

She hesitated, fingers loosely wrapped around his, but eventually she nodded. “If you insist.”

***

She had taken him up on the offer and paired one of his plain, band tees with her dark skinny jeans; hair tied back in a long ponytail to keep it out of the way. Max had been grateful, when his first attempt on the wheel had caused somewhat of a mess to the point he drew away from the spinning device and turned his attention instead to creating something a little more modest. Cassandra peered at the table in front of them with an amused smile.“What’s that supposed to be?”

He looked up, moving his palms away from the clay so she could see. “A turtle.” He blinked seriously. “Can’t you tell?”

She laughed at his expression as it changed, dropping the act. “Maybe if I squint.”

His smile widened and he leaned over to peck her cool cheek, lips tingling at the contact. “You’re too cruel…”

She turned her attention back to the wheel which she started again with a press on the pedal, smoothing the edges of the pot artfully and with an ease he admired. “It’s head looks kind of phallic.” She added mischievously, casting a playful glance in his direction.

He sighed dramatically, eyeing the misshapen lump between his hands with mock disappointment. “Maybe you’re right.”

Her eyebrow crooked. “An ex lover perhaps?”

He grinned easily. “Never this crooked.” He admitted, turning his attention to her as he watched her hands move, almost sensually, along the vase she was creating. It was beautiful to see, how it formed so easily beneath her palms, like she had been doing it all her life. “Have you seen one like this?” He cheerfully asked, a little mockingly. 

She shook her head, turning to face him dead on. “Not for a while.”

His head snapped back in laughter, causing a few glances from the opposite side of the room where a few students worked at their own wheels, thankfully at a distance where he doubted they could overhear their conversation. He vaguely wondered if they could speak English. He noticed that despite their formal overgarments, their skill paled in comparison to hers and he voiced his approval happily. “Yours is coming out beautifully.” The corners of her lips upturned in a thankful smile and he pressed on. “I’ll get you some flowers.”

“Thank you.” She murmured gently. “It’ll be spring soon. Tulips would be nice.”

The sound of her voice made his stomach warm pleasantly and he edged his seat a little closer to her. “You’re good with the wheel.”

She paused her movement, bringing the wheel to a stop as she offered him a place. “Why don’t you have a go?”

He paused, a timid smile on his lips. “You saw my attempt earlier...”

Reaching down, she moved the stool aside, giving him room. “I’ll show you…” She protested lightly. “Sit here.”

Hesitantly, he moved the small stool in front of her and sat down, realising he was blocking her view and moving aside a little to give her space beside him. Her hands moved to his, touching them gently as she moved them towards the tall vase, its sloping curves almost echoing her own, and encouraged him to press down with a little more force than he expected. Feeling more secure, he activated the pedal which allowed the smooth clay to spin between his palms, allowing her to guide his hands where needed. They fell silent for a moment; the low chatter from across the room fading into the background, though he noticed a few quick glances in their direction. Perhaps his appearance was novel to them; an unusually tall, pale-haired man with the first, stubbly shadow of a beard being led by a woman who managed to make a pair of jeans look like the epitome of fashion. 

“Isn’t this romantic?” She commented, a little dreamily, breaking his trail of thought.

He looked up, a shy smile on his lips. “Maybe if we were alone.”

“They aren’t paying attention.” She dismissed, moving his hands down smoothly; the clay running slipperily between their connected fingers.

“I’ve got it.” He reassured, encouraging her to move away as he took hold of the vase and continued to shape it on his own. She moved back, and he thought he sensed a twinge of disappointment in her expression. Either way, it quickly disappeared as she adjusted the stool next to the table and picked up the diformed turtle distractedly. 

“I used to have my own wheel…” She said quietly, thinking. “I don’t know what happened to it.”

He slowed down his movement, bringing the machinery to a stop before looking at her. “Maybe you could get another.”

She shrugged, looking disinterestedly at the object in her hand. “I was attached to my old one…they are quite expensive.”

“Did you make many things?” He asked. 

She was quiet for a moment, before shaking her head to herself. “I must have misplaced them.” 

The sound of footsteps made them both turn towards the female instructor who walked past their table, signalling she was ready to collect the vase. 

“When will they be ready?” Cassandra asked politely in Korean. 

“You can collect next week.” The older woman replied, allowing Max to give her space as she worked on the wheel. 

“Why does it take so long?” Max asked Cassandra, sticking with English.

“They have to allow it to dry.” She explained in Korean, almost automatically. 

“If you want to glaze it you can attend our class next week.” The lady offered. 

Cassandra turned to Max hopefully. “That would be nice.” She gestured towards the table, picking up a small ball of the dough-like substance and kneading it against the table with her fingers. “We still have a little left. I might make something quickly.” 

Sensing the removal of the vase would take more time than anticipated, Max got up from the chair, allowing the instructor to sit down as she worked on trimming the edges around the bottom with a little wooden tool while he went to wash his hands in the large basin at the other side of the room. Looking down, he observed he had been right to dress down that day; his old jeans were covered in clay and he hoped he had remembered to pack some black garbage bags in the trunk of his car to line the seats when they returned home. Cassandra was chatting away to the instructor as she shaped the ball of clay with her hands, crafting it into a round dish and using a flat-edged tool to create a pattern around the rim. He took his time at the sink, making sure he cleaned his fingernails with the brush at the back before finally heading back towards Cassandra who looked at him with a pleased smile.

“What is it?” He asked. 

She shrugged. “Just for trinkets. I like the edges.”

He peered at the pot amusedly. “An ashtray.” He commented, making her laugh. 

“I haven’t seen those for a while.” 

He shrugged. “Maybe you could start a business.”

She raised an eyebrow to herself, quickly finishing the last of the waved grooves in the brim “How very 90s…”

He took a spare seat beside her. “Are you having fun?”

“Yes.” She looked at him happily. “Are you?”

He smirked. “I think you are better than me.”

“That doesn’t matter.” She dismissed gently and he could see she meant it. His chest once again seemed warm beneath the surface of his skin as he realised how happy she seemed to be in the studio. He remembered seeing that look when they first met; how he had noticed it among his other students; her standing out like a bright star as she painted with the baby on her lap. “It’s nice being out together.” She continued. “Maybe you could start pottery classes at your art centre. That way we could come more often.” Cassandra asked hopefully. 

“Mmm.” He murmured, appreciating her suggestion but already thinking of the mess he would have to clean up once the clay ended up in the more unskilled hands of his usual patrons. Looking back, he could see she had already turned her attention back to the sleek trinket tray which she was studying with interest. 

“I think I’ll take this one home.” She murmured, getting slowly to her feet. 

He picked up his own design, which seemed lumpy and juvenile in comparison. “Do you think Gabriel will like this?”

“The penis turtle?” She quipped dryly. 

He smiled good naturedly. “Maybe he could paint it.”

Cassandra nodded. “That’s very sweet of you.”

***

Max had been waiting for her to finish her shower while he got changed into the clothes he had neatly folded in the bottom of her wardrobe. While he had not yet leased his apartment on the other side of town, he found himself staying with her more often than not, and the tall, flatpack piece of furniture was large enough to store both of their clothes along with some of Gabriel’s which no longer fit. Leaning back against the headboard, he checked his watch and was surprised to find it was only four in the afternoon. He had been up early to run the breakfast club at his centre, before returning home once the schools kicked in, and he felt drowsy from the long day. He closed his eyes against the bright light drifting through the window, napping lightly while he waited for Cassandra who he thought was taking longer than usual to clean herself up. Then again, she had been a little more enthusiastic with the clay than he was. 

The sound of the bedroom door opening caught his attention and he looked up from the pillow, first noticing her shapely silhouette before his eyes focussed and he realised she was clothed in lingerie; an ivory bralette and suspender belt hugged her curves, while her legs were stockinged in sheer material; the garter a jewel-toned green which complimented the silk robe she wore loosely around her shoulders. The attire was old fashioned, but undeniably sexy; he had seen nothing like it, but she pulled it off as she had done the pottery; with an ease and comfort only she could. He was unable to help his grin as she walked towards the bed, her long, wavy hair framing her face and body as she came to a halt. 

“Wow!” He exclaimed, resting his weight on his elbows as he sat up. 

Her fingers touched the edge of the robe, easing it away from her breasts. “Do you like it?”

“I can’t wait to take it off.” He let out a long breath, already feeling himself stir as she paused at the foot of the bed, a smile tugging on her lips. 

“I thought you might like to see me in it longer.” She shrugged.

 Max laughed softly, adjusting his position to sit comfortably against the headboard. “Your body is too beautiful.” He explained, holding out his arms when she finally crawled on the duvet, welcoming her body in an embrace. She straddled his hips and he kissed her, opening his lips against hers as she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck. 

“I’ve had a nice day.” She mused, pulling away to look at him. He captured her cheek in his palm, nodding.

“Me too.” He whispered, one hand moving to cup her covered breast tenderly. “I think it could get better…” 

She smiled, leaning into his touch as he squeezed down; her nipple hard beneath the silky material as they kissed once more. He felt her tongue touch his lip and he opened his mouth invitingly, brushing it with his own as she rocked gently in his lap, encouraging him to swell in the tight confines of his jeans. He let out a groan and moved his other hand to her bra, massaging both breasts with his long fingers as he pushed them together before reaching around, beneath the robe, to unfasten the clasp. The material dropped between her arms and he felt beneath to touch her skin, brushing her nipples with the pads of his thumbs as she gasped into his mouth. Almost desperately, he eased the thin material from her shoulders and removed it along with her bra, dropping them both to the floor. The coolness of the room hit her skin and she pulled away; light goose pimples visible on her bare arms as she stopped her movement against him.

“I don’t think…” She started, speaking almost in a whisper. “I can’t remember taking my pill.” 

There was a sense of urgency to her voice that encouraged him to move away from her breasts, instead placing his hands firmly against her waist. He thought for a moment, a frown burrowing across his features, before he nodded. “You did.”

She hesitated, biting her lip anxiously and shook her head. “I don’t remember…” She admitted, almost defeatedly. “I was packing.” She explained. 

He thought back to this morning, trying to replay the scene as he got home from work and watched her get dressed. “I’m sure you did.” His forehead wrinkled, though he felt certain he had seen her take it. 

She fell silent for a moment, before murmuring apprehensively: “Do you have a condom?”

He looked around automatically, eyes moving to the bedside table. “Somewhere.”

She nodded in relief. “I just want to be safe.”

“Of course.”

She pulled away, moving her weight from him as she got off the bed and searched through the chest of draws, raking through bobby pins and half-filled pots of moisturiser before she found what she was looking for. She pulled out a single packet, holding it delicately as she returned to the bed, dropping it on the covers where she could reach it again. “Do you mind?” She asked, looking straight at him. He sensed the worry in her voice and shook his head easily, confused as to why she would ask. 

“Why would I mind?” He shrugged. 

Satisfied, she smiled; changing her expression as she gestured to him with a single index finger. “Come here…” He sat up, moving forwards to grasp her hips and kiss her passionately as her palm brushed the centre of his crotch. “You’re so hard.” She whispered breathily against his lips, her voice sensual as she squeezed the shape a little roughly. 

Max groaned, allowing her to unfasten the button which tied the material together. “You make me hard.” He admitted, lying back when she started work on the second button and eased the fabric away from his waist, pulling his jeans down enough to free his underwear which bulged heavily beneath her touch. Looking up, she met his gaze; tilting her face at an angle which made him twitch. 

“Do you want my lips?” She asked, tugging eagerly at the waistband. He nodded, mouth parted as she freed him and wasted no time in wrapping her lips tightly around his reddened tip; her tongue getting to work on licking the precum which was seeping from him. His groans changed pitch at the contact, becoming almost a whine as she massaged the head with the flat side of her tongue; grasping him firmly in her hand which she twisted against her mouth. His groans turned to a series of pants as he watched her take him in more deeply, moving down his shaft which disappeared an inch at a time into her warmth. Almost guiltily, he uttered a cry, signalling he was about to overboil and she quickly withdrew, lightening her grasp and pulling away to remove her suspenders. The clasp on her garter belt was fiddly and Max took the time to calm down, grounding himself by looking away as she slid the sheer stockings down her legs and folded them neatly at the foot of the bed. 

When he turned back, his breaths finally slowing, she was unwrapping the condom, tearing the packet carefully and unravelling it from its confines. He eyed her carefully, not wanting to get too worked up again, but couldn’t help casting a glance over her long legs, now bare, and the space between her thighs, where her dark pubic hair stood out against her otherwise pale skin. He sighed as she reached for him, pinching the tip of the condom and rolling it down with a firm hand. 

“You should let me kiss you…” He protested, eyes still fixed on her cunt. She smiled, moving closer as she edged her body over his lower half. 

“I want your cock.” She whispered, taking him in one hand while the other gently parted her lips. He watched, almost in fascination, as she lowered herself against him; his tip and shaft slowly disappearing into her warmth as she moved down, eyes tightly closed and mouth parted at the sensation. He threw his head back, partially in response to the sight of her biting her lip which sent a shiver down his spine and a moment later, she moved against him; raising her hips as she fucked him. “Do I feel good?” She asked, watching him lay back against the pillows; the sensation overwhelming.

“Yes.” He groaned, brow furrowing as she switched movements and began rocking against him, grinding her clitoris as her own breath grew heavy. He couldn’t pull his eyes from her as she worked herself to orgasm, letting out a few cries as her eyes bolted shut. A blush spread across her cheeks and bare chest; the contractions of her walls pulsating against him, squeezing him through the condom until he couldn’t take it anymore. With a cry of his own, much louder than hers, he felt himself let go; a sharp, shooting sensation milking him of his energy as he came inside the condom. Cassandra helped him ride it out, not moving against him until he sucked in his breath, a little sensitive as he felt himself soften inside her. 

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered breathily as she carefully moved up, pinching the base of his cock lightly between two fingers as he slipped out of her, almost regretfully. 

“Was it good?” She murmured, allowing him to remove the condom while she sat back on her knees. 

“It always is.” He nodded, knotting the slippery latex and discarding it with some energy in the trash can across the room. He looked back as she stepped off the bed, fully nude and glowing with her blush. Max joined her side, kissing her lips lovingly. “I’m so lucky.”

Cassandra watched as he pulled away and sleepily perched on the edge of the bed. “I should go pee.” She mumbled, leaving him alone in the room while he rubbed his tired eyes, trying to focus on the room but failing massively. He heard the sound of the chain flushing, followed by the running of the bathroom tap and he leaned back against the covers, tucking his legs onto the bed. His cock, now deflated, lay slightly curved against his thigh as he settled against the covers, closing his eyes for just a moment. 

The sound of the draws opening beneath the wardrobe made him open them again as Cassandra slipped into a fresh pair of underwear; plain black and unfussy. 

“Are you napping?” She smirked, looking up. 

He nodded lazily, holding out his arms. “Join me.” He gently urged. “It’s been a long day.” Before he had time to see her response, his eyes had already shut, though he felt her weight against him some minutes later; her body warm and soft as she turned away to face the magnolia wall. He thought about spooning her, though couldn’t be sure whether his arm had actually moved before sleep enveloped him, drawing him down into the darkness. 

Unlike Max, her orgasm; a little forced but pleasurable nonetheless, had caused her body to waken even more and she watched the shadows on the wall move with interest as the sun slowly changed positions in the sky; moving down as twilight drew near. His gentle snores eventually started behind her and she tucked herself closer to him, feeling his chest against her back; urging herself to join Max and to make the most of being able to sleep without the bedroom door creaking open every few hours as Gabriel tried to crawl into bed with her. It was sweet really, but meant she was only getting a few hours of shut eye at a time, and eventually he would have to learn how to sleep quietly on his own. Her mind turned to Taehyung and she wondered if he ever let Gabriel sleep in bed with him, or if it was only her who got the unique pleasure of interrupted nap time. Her mind pondered the thought for some time as Max shifted against her, adjusting his position before falling back asleep. She could feel his cock against her; stiffening in the place where it met her lower back, though her acknowledgement of it was vague. The wispy hairs on her arms and legs were raised in the cool temperature of the bedroom as the sun started to set, and she automatically hugged herself tighter, placing her hands between the warmth of her thighs, against the curls of her hair, as her mind drifted. 

The more she thought about it, the more likely it seemed to her that Taehyung let Gabriel sleep with him. After all, he satisfied his every other whim. The thought should have made her angry; after all, he often went against her wishes when it came to treating him to things she herself had forbidden. Chocolate, it seemed, was never off the menu in the Kim household, nor were expensive gifts or trips to the zoo. But instead, there was something comforting about it. At the very least it meant he wasn’t immune to his tantrums and demands. Sometimes having a small child felt like she was being held captive by some miniature monster who wanted to cause her as much stress as was humanly possible. But also, she loved him, and wouldn’t have changed that, she realised, even if she had done certain things differently.

Wide awake, her mind continued to turn and she realised, somewhat reluctantly, that wherever Max had gone, she wouldn’t be able to follow any time soon. With some effort, she got to her feet and padded, light-footedly, across the floor towards the wardrobe, opening it as quietly as possible where she found the dress she had worn earlier, before she had been talked into changing, folded haphazardly on the bottom shelf. She slipped on a bra, followed by the dress and, realising how cold she was, reached for the silk robe lying on the wooden floor. 

Behind her, Max stirred once more, rolling over on his side and giving a disgruntled snort. Her stomach churned guilty as she thought of him waking up alone, wondering where she was, and she padded back over to him lightly, giving his bare shoulder a gentle squeeze. “Max?” She whispered, having to repeat herself and tighten her grip a little before he grunted in response. “I’m going out for a bit.” She murmured, keeping her voice low. 

He opened one eye groggily, offering a small moan. “Do you want me to go with you?” He eventually asked, voice thick and gruff. 

“No…” She let go of his shoulder, wrapping the robe around her body. “You sleep.” 

***

The traffic seemed to match her mood; absent and distant. She drove carefully, though got to her destination quicker than anticipated, looking around as she locked the car and walked around the corner. The porch had been painted since her last visit, some time ago, and she looked at the wooden reliefs with curiosity; the floral shapes tipped with subtle goldleaf in places where it had no right to be. Only someone eccentric or incredibly rich would choose such decoration in Seoul; it looked as though it belonged in some Georgian country house in the heart of Derbyshire. Still, the woodwork was undoubtedly oriental in design, and true to its origin. Perhaps the architect would have approved of the change. Her knock was light, and she wondered if he would hear it in such a lofty place. The walls were thick and ceilings tall in his house; just as he liked them. Music was bound to echo tirelessly. Still, she waited before trying again, a little apprehensive at showing up unannounced and wondering if he might still be out at the park with Da-eun; the small, politely timid girl she had met earlier. For the first time that evening, the thought became solid in her mind and suddenly her chest sank. She hadn’t considered she might be interrupting them and she almost turned to go, tucking her little handbag beneath her armpit, when the door opened softly behind her. 

“Cass?” His voice was low and cast in doubt and she turned back, seeing him through the small crack in the door which he widened at once, revealing himself fully to her. He had changed since earlier. His black t-shirt was remarkably casual and at once familiar; the Joy Division print on the front one he had worn countless times before, when they first met. She wondered how he had somehow managed to keep hold of it, while all her belongings seemed to grow lost as easily as odd socks in the washing machine. He stepped aside. “What are you doing here?” Looking around, he gestured to her. “Quick, come in.” 

She hesitated, almost frozen by the panic in his voice, before following him inside where he shut the door heavily. At once, she looked around - finding the hallway decor likewise unfamiliar. “Am I interrupting?” She asked. The gentle sound of music drifted from a distant room, signalling a moment disrupted, but he seemed confused by her comment. 

“What?”

“Is Da-eun still here?” She clarified. 

Realising what she meant, he shook his head. “She went home.” He confirmed, voice softening a little to match hers, though still laced with paranoia. “Are you alone?”

“Max is asleep.” She nodded, watching as his eyes moved across her robe where her hands were folded against her, still a little cold from the chilly evening air. 

He frowned. “You know that’s not what I mean.”

“I didn’t see anyone.” She confirmed, a little stubbornly. Her stomach seemed to churn at the tone of his voice, knowing he was protective but finding it all too much. 

“I have neighbours Cass.” He hissed loudly. 

She turned to him, eyes fixed against his as she raised her own voice. “And don’t you trust them?” 

He sighed, realising what was happening and letting it go. Arguing with her now was the last thing he wanted to do and he lowered his voice, hovering awkwardly in the long hallway. “That’s not the point…” His folded arms mirrored her movement. “If there was a problem you could have called me. I’d have come.” 

They fell silent, facing each other before she turned to the floor, realising she would have to explain her unexpected visit. He was waiting patiently, looking down at her until she spoke. “I just miss him.” She untucked her arms, looking up to read his expression. 

Taehyung blinked, eyelashes long. “He’s asleep.” He murmured, almost apologetically. 

“Oh…” She uttered, suddenly feeling at a loss. 

Taehyung was silent for a while, before he turned towards the hall. “You’re here now.” He accepted, walking down the corridor without looking to see if she would follow. It wasn’t until they reached the door at the end she realised she had even moved. He pushed lightly on the wood and the music grew louder as he led her into the sitting room, where the space was cast in shadows by the two dimly lit lamps in each corner. 

“Da-eun went home?” She asked again.

He nodded. “It’s her dad’s birthday.”

She saw the source of the tinny jazz; a record player, old and surprisingly battered, perched upon a table too small for it, beside the recognisable sofa where Taehyung had clearly been sitting. He moved aside the paperback on the chair to give her room, but she waited, looking around the space as she set her bag softly down on the floor.

“Did she get on with Gabriel?” Cassandra asked with some curiosity, eyes drawn to the busy wallpaper which seemed to cascade rather than hang across the room. 

His lips twitched in a smirk. “Like a house on fire.”

She nodded with a smile, not really hearing him. “That’s good…you finished your decorating.”

He looked up, blinking. “Do you like it?”

She nodded. “It’s William Morris isn’t it?”

“I thought it would go with the curtains.” He confirmed, drawing her eye to the heavy, thickly lined drapes. She walked over to them, touching the fabric in appreciation. They were coloured a deep, almost tarnished gold; tied back with thick ropes which added to the look.

“They’re beautiful.” She nodded, slowly walking back across the room. 

He watched her closely, eyebrows furrowed. “I could get you some.”

A doubtful sort of smile tugged at her lips as she joined his side, pausing a moment, before sitting on the colourful fabric. “I think they’re a little old fashioned for Max’s taste.” Cassandra admitted sheepishly. “He likes a more…” She tried to think of the word in Korean. “Contemporary look.”

“Sterile?” He offered seriously, and reluctantly she gave a smile, biting the inside of her cheek. 

“You could say that…”

They fell silent for a moment, keeping a distance between them, though the stray thread in the middle of the tapestry pattern kept her distracted. She tried hard not to tug at it. 

“How was your date?” He asked softly. 

“Fine…” She turned to him. “How was yours?”

He gave a small laugh, thinking for a moment. “Our son did most of the entertaining.”

She nodded, looking up automatically, to where he was sleeping above their heads. “I was looking forward to getting to know her a little better.” Cassandra admitted. 

“I think she was nervous to meet you.” He said gently, making her turn back towards him.  

“Me?” She frowned. “Why?”

He grew silent, casting his eyes to the wooden floor before shrugging. “Maybe I left it too long.” 

She sensed a touch of regret in his voice, and she touched his hand briefly, encouraging his gaze back to her. “I hope she knows I mean no harm.” Her voice was quiet, almost a whisper and his eyes met hers as they both stopped talking. The sound of jazz played in the background, turned down and not distracting from the otherwise silent room. She tucked a strand of hair neatly behind her ear, a question seeming to tingle on her tongue until she allowed it to escape. “Have you?” She asked cryptically, not needing to finish. 

He nodded, his dark eyes cast in shadow by his long lashes in the softly lit room. “Yeah.” He admitted. 

She didn’t know what answer she had expected, or whether she should have been surprised. Without thinking, her fingers moved to the stray strand on the sofa, running it absently between her fingers. His eyes followed her movement, knowing she probably hadn’t noticed, and he got slowly to his feet. 

“Did you want a drink?” He asked. 

Cassandra looked up and nodded. “Tea.”

She waited patiently for him to finish in the kitchen, watching the record spinning softly on the deck and wondering where he had picked up such a battered looking thing, before she remembered her bag. When he came back in the room, holding the small china mug carefully between his fingers, she was reaching into the tote and pulled out the small dish. “I made you something.” She said, holding it out to him once he set down the mug on the floor, finding there was no room on the table. “You’ll have to cure it yourself, do you still know that man with the kiln?”

He took it from her with both hands, turning it over but holding it with an appreciative delicacy.  “What is it?”

“Max and I took a pottery class.” She offered in explanation. “I thought you could keep it on your vanity.”

He ran his fingers carefully along the edged rim, before setting it aside on the floor, careful to keep it away from where it might be trodden on. “Thank you.” He said, watching as she reached for her cup and blew on the liquid gently. “Did you want to take him back with you?” He asked, suspecting that this might be the purpose for her visit. He tried to hide the disappointment in his voice, but she shook her head, surprising him. 

“No…I don’t want to disturb him.” She said. “It’s your time with him.”

He nodded thankfully. “I wish you could come around more…see his nursery.” Taehyung admitted, realising she had not seen it finished. 

She looked at him beneath, a little blankly. “It’s you that’s paranoid.” Cassandra took a sip of the fragrant liquid, thankful for its warmth. 

“For good reason.” He reiterated. 

She shook her head. “You shouldn’t punish yourself.” She sighed. “We both made the baby.”

Her words made him fall silent and he sat back as she drank from the cup, his own fingers finding the stray strand as easily as hers had, and plucking it absently. “There’s a spare bedroom, if you ever wanted to stay.” He eventually said, wondering why he had never thought of it before. 

“Max too?” She peered at him. 

He nodded calmly. “Yes.”

Not knowing how to respond, she set the finished mug back on the floor, sitting back. “Maybe I could have you and Da-eun around too.” She suggested. “For dinner.”

“If you’d like.” He nodded. 

Cassandra watched him get to his feet as he picked up the ceramic pot and walked over to the table in the corner, setting it down next to an oval-shaped mirror. She suspected she might have overstayed her welcome, but found herself finally starting to tire. The sofa was comfortable, despite its age, and the song on the player was one she vaguely recognised though couldn’t quite place. “What’s this one?” She asked, gesturing towards the device when Taehyung looked her way. 

“Do you not like it?” He asked, moving to turn it off. Despite being upbeat, the song seemed a little melancholy and reminded her of the past. She wondered if she might have heard it back in Belgium. Her parents liked to play jazz and there had been one bar they enjoyed frequenting with her which played it incessantly, allowing her a solitary sip of wine despite her young age. 

“Leave it.” She requested, waving her hand dismissively. There was something nostalgic about it, and she felt her heart begin to race, almost in excitement. She could imagine people dancing to it during the war; carefully-patched dresses and painted-on stockings filling a simple looking dancefloor as the women waited for the men to return home. 

The music swayed in a quickening beat, and Taehyung smiled in acknowledgement. “It’s one of my favourites.” He admitted, hesitating, before moving his arms in time to the music. She laughed softly, realising he was dancing to it, a little bashfully at first, before becoming less self conscious. He moved across the room, feet tapping against the hardwood floor as he gestured for her to join him. She smiled, shaking her head. 

“It’s been a while since I danced.” She admitted, though took his hand when he offered it and got to her feet. He moved his shoulders, letting go of her as he moved back across the floor. “I’m not joining in!” She warned, unable to help the smile in her voice at her second hand embarrassment. Had they been in public, she’d have chastised him for such shamelessly cringey moves, though being alone made it all the more awkward. 

“You always join in.” He teased, and she sighed heavily, realising that if history was anything to go by, he was right. There was never a time where she had passed up the opportunity to dance when the occasion or track called for it. 

“Am I that predictable?” She asked, making him cock an eyebrow knowingly. The music grew faster as the trumpets pumped along with the honky-tonk piano and she found herself moving along with him, bending her knees a little as she moved her arms in time with his, removing the robe and dropping it to the sofa to allow more movement. Like him, she felt embarrassed at first, but his own lack of awareness inspired her, and soon she was spinning on the spot, swaying her head and moving her hips. 

He kept his distance for a while, but the crashing conclusion almost begged for a spin and she offered her hand to him, allowing him to twirl her around until she felt dizzy. Her laughter filled the room as the song switched over, the upbeat sound replaced with something a little more slow and dreamy. He hushed her, pressing his finger to his own lips, though he was laughing too. “You’ll wake the baby.” 

She calmed down, fixing a strand of hair that had fallen from behind her ear, tucking it back in neatly. “He’s not a baby anymore.” She admitted, a little soberly. 

Taehyung’s smile dropped along with hers, though his expression was soft. “He’ll always be my baby.”

She nodded. “Mine too.”

Her breathing a little heavy, she turned towards the sofa, sitting down heavily and smoothing down the front of her dress, tucking it between her knees. He watched her, their faces equally flushed with warmth. “Do you want another?” He eventually asked, not knowing why. 

Cassandra looked at him, knowing at once what he meant and thinking for a long time. “I don’t know.” She eventually said. 

The room suddenly seemed more dim and he looked to the window, where an overgrown tree mostly blocked the view to the outside world. The sky had grown dark and it looked cold outside, a direct contrast to the glowing warmth and cosiness within the room. “Won’t Max be wondering where you are?” He asked quietly, making her follow his gaze. 

She slowly nodded, giving an involuntary shiver. “I should probably go.” She slipped the garment over her shoulders, hugging it closely to her as she got to her feet and collected her bag, suddenly realising she had no idea why she had come in the first place. Looking at Taehyung, she recognised he too was asking the same question, and she found herself awkwardly feeling a little stupid.

“I’ll kiss Gabriel for you.” He reassured her, waiting for her to lead the way. 

She nodded gratefully. “Let me know when you’re ready to bring him back.”

Realising he was waiting for her to make the first move, she stepped out of the room and walked down the hall, trailing her small bag absently behind her until she reached the door and turned back. 

“Be careful driving.” He warned and she knew he was talking about more than just the traffic. 

“I will.”

He smiled, opening the door for her. “I love the ashtray.”

Looking down at her feet, her cheeks reddened but she laughed in response. “It wasn’t supposed to be an ashtray.” She admitted. 

“I’m sure I can find a use for it.” He touched her shoulder lightly before pulling away.

“Thanks for the company.” She nodded. 

“You’re welcome.”

***

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Intro

Hi! My names Vivi or any name that starts with a v, I write fanfics, so be sure to send requests. Main is @justalittlerandomartist.

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Rottmnt

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Ladybug/Marinette(platonic)

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I Hear Their Heartbeats

Kon-El Kent X Batsis! Reader

Warnings:suggestive content, heavy angst, injuries & explicit language

Words:1471

Arthur's notes: Kon & Conner are twins and are Lois & Clark's sons. Y/N is a clone of Batman & Wonder-woman. Third P. O. V

Y/N must go to Argo alone as her husband is no longer with her. But is he truly gone?

"how?.. How am I going to tell her M'gann? I should have.. I should have been the one.." Conner broke down in tears of complete guilt.

The funeral reception was held at Wayne Manor. Y/N stood with the Kent's by the memorial for her husband. She was torn in two. Her only love, her other half was now gone. She can't help but imagine him dying in so much pain. His brother's Jordan, Jonathan and Conner were nearby. Lois squeezed Clark's hand as she nearly shaked throughout. Many friends and family arrived paying their respects. The original team members came. Even some of the leaguers. Alfred and her parents, had been helping her through this difficult time. Bruce and Diana made themselves stand from afar so the rest of her family could do the same. Cassandra looked at her sister seeing everything she felt. She approaches with Tim, Duke and Stephanie. Cass didn't say a word but only hugged her. As they part Stephanie gave her the biggest hug she could.

"I'm so so sorry Y/N. It's OK if you want to cry" Steph said which made her cry "we're your family and we'll be here"

As they part Y/N dried her tears Duke hugs her.

"I'm sorry sis" he mumbled sincerely.

Tim then hugged her. She hugged him tight. Tim's heart broke not only did he lose his best friend, his brother. His sister lost her other half.

"he really did love you"

The Grayson's arrived. Dick held his sleeping daughter as they step to the widow. Y/N forced a kind smile. Barbara held Y/N's hands.

"there's no words I can say to take away your pain. Believe me I know exactly how it feels to lose someone whom you love" Barbara said as Y/N began to cry.

Dick hugged her as soon as Barbara parted. He kisses her forehead.

"Kon was a good man and a good husband to you. I am so sorry. He loved you so much" Dick sadly said.

Jason and Artemis had been on vacation when he got the call. He unfortunately was late. Jason was feeling terrible for not being there sooner. Jason arrived and approaches with Artemis and Tyler. She softly smiled to the Todd family. Jason smiled kindly hugging his sister.

"I am so sorry Y/N"

She nodded as she was unable to speak. Tyler hugged his aunt. She hugs him kissing his head. Tyler was in tears.

"it's OK to cry Tyler.. I've been crying all day" she told her nephew.

"I love you too" he said to which she smiled.

Damian entered with his girlfriend Rachel. He stepped to his sister. What should he say? What should he do? He imagined himself losing Rachel. That hurts too much but he realizes what Y/N would do for him. He quickly stepped to her and hugged her securely. As moments went by she felt overwhelmed, flustered. She appreciates the support but it was tearing her up inside, he wasn't here. As the funeral ended. Clark felt his eyes shaking as he touched his daughter-in-laws shoulder.

"you are welcome to stay in Argo"

Y/N began crying realizing they know. Clark hugged her along with Lois.

"you and M'gann are the daughters I never could have" she kisses her head "my heart is broken my son would have been.." Lois began to cry

"I know" Y/N said in tears

They had always been family to her throughout her life. Y/N sits in her car. Her hands began to shake as she reaches to her keys. She tried to make her hands stop shaking. She laid her head on the car wheel. She slowly began to cry as she couldn't hold it back any longer. Bruce's heart was broken to see his little girl in such heartbreak. Diana nearly cried to see her, daughter in so much pain. She held Bruce's hand

"she can't leave Bruce. We have to tell her to stay home"

"I know" Bruce agreed

Y/N sees her mom opening the car door. She turns her head to face her. Diana holds her daughters hand to guide her out of the car. She hugs her daughter as she began sobbing as her heart was torn in two. Y/N made herself calm down.

"come inside and get some rest. We can send your brothers and sisters to get your things" Bruce said

She gently shakes her head as more tears fell "I-I-I can't"

"Y/N we want you stay" Bruce pleaded rubbing her head

"no you don't understand.. I have to.. I have to go to Argo..." she began to sob "for my baby"

The family supported her as she grieved her terrible loss and helped her anyway they could. The Kent's visited her, bringing food for her. As her pregnancy progressed. Y/N soon found out she was not only pregnant with one baby but two. A baby boy and a baby girl..

"how long have you known?" Conner asked Dick forcing his emotions to go further down.

"4 weeks I know I should have told you and I know he's your brother but I wasn't sure until now. I.. I'm sorry"

"I.. I understand.. Does Y/N know?"

"she's 29 weeks and I'm afraid.. I don't know what state Kon will be in. I know added stress could put her in premature labor.. And that kind of stress"

"I also understand but.. We tell her as soon as soon as we get my brother"

Inside the Med-bay of the watchtower. Kon laid with only his pants on, with his chest bandaged from the deep wounds. He was hooked to IV fluids and his face covered with a cloth to help the burns. Leaving the phantom zone was quite painful. Conner stood close by tensely. He could hear his heart beating as it was slow. Every time he looked at Kon... It made him feel sick. Conner couldn't be more grateful that he's alive but it tore him to see him in so much pain. Conner sat in the chair focusing on his little twin brothers heartbeat... Clark entered the room with Lois. The parents saw their sons both asleep. Conner feels a soft blanket laid on him. He opens his eyes and smiles to his mother.

"go back to sleep" she softly said

Kon began to gain conscious as he then remembered...

He gasps, he heard the heartbeats "they're ok" he mumbled, opening his eyes. His wife.. And his babies are ok.

They rush to him Clark rubs his forehead "hey son, I'm so glad you're OK" Clark cried. "you feeling OK?"

"I'm fine Pa" Kon said shakily

Lois sobbed and kissed the side of his head.

"my sweet baby"

"hey Ma"

Conner placed his hand on his shoulder in tears.

"crybaby.." Kon mumbled

"shut up Kon" Conner cried.

Soon there after Jonathan and Jordan came to hug their older brother. Y/N sat on the bed with her hand on her bump flustered. Diana sat with Y/N as her daughter held her hand. She had a minor contraction so Diana insisted that she rest.

"I-I can't stay here mom" Y/N cried

"I know it's hard but be assured that he's alive Y/N"

"I know" she cried.

She couldn't risk leaving Argo as the twins were continually trying to kick and Kon couldn't risk leaving with his injuries too severe. Y/N panicked as her phone rung as it plopped back and forth in her hands. Diana propped pillows behind her so her back was supported. Y/N held it tightly seeing that it was Kon calling her. Diana kisses her head and leaves to give her privacy. She began to stutter and answers. Kon takes a deep breath as his family left to give him privacy.

"hey honey" he said.

"hi" her lips tremble

It was really him. She broke into joyous tears. Kon's heart wrenched craving her touch and to be able to hold her.

"I've really missed you so much.. Dammit Kon I thought.. I thought I was going to loss my mind.. I can't believe I'm talking to you" she sobbed "I-I-I can't believe you are alive"

Kon allowed his tears to fall rather than dry them away "I'm so so sorry.. I can't imagine how hard.. How-- I can't apologize enough for leaving you"

"don't.. Don't apologize.. I'm not mad at you. I could never be mad at you. I love you"

"I love you too. I could hear them before I--" Kon stuttered remembering that moment "and I hear you and our babies now. I missed that. I miss you so much babe, it's torture"

"it'll be over soon and then you can come back home to me, to our babies"

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The Cassandra Complex : Chapter V : Morpheus

Series Masterlist : Moodboard

(Din Djarin x F!Reader)

Content Warnings: Canon typical violence; Dom/sub undertones; Orgasm delay/denial; Rough sex; Cockwarming

Rating: Explicit 18+

Word Count: 11.1K

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CHAPTER V : MORPHEUS

Could you visit me in dreams?

Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides

He’s been dreaming about you.

Dreaming of you in a language you can’t discern, but that you understand nonetheless; about shoving his cock down your throat, gripping you there around the slim column to feel your muscles working to swallow around him, forcing you to take him until you gag and cry. His dreams, so strong – the connection so close, too close, he’s unconsciously projecting himself into your own sleeping mind, and you, inadvertently granting him entrance. You’re once again made painfully aware of the fact that a past version of yourself would have found this as the greatest sort of weakness, so close to another person that they would hold such power over your mind, to let themselves into you like this, and yet now… 

You slide your knees further apart on either side of his head and arch your back further, splaying your cunt wider for him, he moans beneath you, and you slowly roll your hips against his face as his tongue works inside of you, switching between slow, strong thrusts, and then changing to lick and suck at your clit sharply, sliding his plush lips along the length of your sex to taste you from clit to ass. You press your hands to the tautness of his belly to better roll your pussy against his mouth, head falling forward on your neck so your hair trails against the skin of his belly. You slide one hand up to drag your fingers through the sparse hair between his pecs and lower down, sliding your hand beneath the heavy, drooling length of his cock, flushed such an angry shade of red at the tip it verges on purple. You slot the base between your thumb and forefinger, your palm pressing against his pelvis, his erection resting atop the back of your hand, applying no pressure to the actual throbbing length, barely giving him the relief of contact and the heat of your skin. His soft moans turn to frustrated snarls, and he sucks sharp and angry at your clit, big hands sliding from your hips to your ass, gripping the meat of you to spread you wider. He eats you with such fervent desperation, and that suctioning mouth moves further back to your tight rosebud where he presses his tongue, licks and licks and licks. You can feel the hungry clench of your leaking cunt, jealously weeping for the return of his mouth and the thrust of his tongue, and you can’t help but let your upper half wilt forward. The feel of his tongue at your ass too much to allow you strength to remain upright, you let out a keening sob as you fold in on yourself so that your face ends up right beside the length of his throbbing erection, your temple pressed to his hip bone. You turn your face to nose lightly at the prominence there, kissing his hip, sliding your tongue between the crease of his thigh and pelvis. Your panting mouth fans the warmth of your damp breath against his cock, and you watch the twitch and pulse of the thick veins along the underside of the shaft beneath the delicate skin. He’s so hard, and you close the millimeter of distance to press your lips to the side, his entire body jerking and shivering at the contact. Growling savagely, he digs his fingers painfully into the skin of your ass and pulls your cunt back onto his mouth, “Fucking come on my face. Right now.” He wraps his lips around your clit and– 

He jerks awake as soon as your lips press against the wide flared mushroom head of his cock, spongy and fat and so soft.

“Maker–” he snarls hoarsely, sleep-graveled voice so deep and husky it sends a flare of lust straight to the wet space between your thighs. You flutter your tongue along the curve of his cockhead, and then open your mouth wide to swallow down the entire, thick length of him. 

He’d been dreaming about you, about shoving his cock down your throat… so you’d sent your own dream back into his unconscious mind. Your own cheeky little fantasy of you riding his tongue, taking in the sight of his desperately leaking cock as you sat backwards on his face, fucking yourself while you admired the sleek expanse of his muscled abdomen and twitching erection. And then you’d slithered down the bare length of his naked, sleeping body to settle between his legs, waiting for the perfect moment to take him into your mouth. 

You let the wide head hit the back of your throat and swallow, once, twice. He’s already so hard from the dream, pre-come oozing out of his slit, head swollen and pulsing. So close to orgasm already. You can feel it in the twitch and tremble of the heavy muscles of his thick thighs, the salty, musky leak down the back of your throat, the jerk and heave of his belly as he sucks in a shocked gasp from being woken so. His skin is so soft and lovely and warm over hard unyielding muscle. Littered scars here and there that you can feel with your searching fingers in the darkness. You slide your hands up his belly, moaning at the feel of him, through his happy trail, the hair on his chest and then dragging your nails back down the way you’d come, over the hills of his ribs, the dip of his concave belly while your mouth pulls back on his wet length, focusing the hot suction to the head, gently tonguing the slit, back down to work the muscles of your throat around him, and then pulling back again to focus once more on the tip. You wrap both of your small hands around his ridiculous length, so thick your fingers don’t even meet around him, zeroing in on the sensitive head, tongue fluttering and then pressing harder to the underside. 

He groans, his hips and legs shifting against your nest of blankets. “Fuck, what are you doing to me?” You feel the tug of the blankets as he digs his heels in, writhing beneath your mouth, and you pull back with a wet, obscene pop, fisting one hand at the base tightly and sliding the other up the slick length to twist around the head, focusing gentle pressure there in a corkscrew motion that has his savage moan of your name ending on a soft and breathless whimper. 

“I just want to make you feel good.” Truth. “That’s all I want.” Truth, truth, truth. 

You bring your mouth back to him, stacking both hands one on top of the other and hollowing your cheeks to suck on the head, his back arches. “Fuck– fuck, yes. Maker, please, don’t stop. Please, it feels so good–” he moans, thrusting once, twice, fat tip hitting the back of your throat. His hands come up to hold your head, fingers twisting so tight in your hair it feels as though he’d rip it out in chunks. “Fuck, you milk my cock so well,” before emptying down your throat, and he tastes so good, warm and masculine as he starts to flood your mouth. You swallow everything he gives you, the thick, viscousness of the essence that is purely Din. 

“Swallow my come, swallow all of it,” he begs. You feel the muscles beneath the delicate skin working and heaving to spit his spend down your throat, and he shivers, whimpering your name with praise. Once the last thick spurt is done you gentle your sucking, but hold him there in your mouth as he softens, enjoying the taste of his skin. His fingers card through your hair and you gently lap at his tip which has a shocked gasp huffing out of him. Too much, please, too much, begging for mercy. You let him slip heavy and wet from your mouth, pressing a kiss to the thick root of him, a gentle lap to the seam of his balls, and then lay your head on his hip, panting and just as out of breath as he is. The both of you settle, coming down from the high, and you squeeze your thighs together, trying to push the throbbing ache from your mind. This moment isn’t for you, just him, just him. 

He wants you even in his dreams. 

You turn your face into his skin, nuzzling at the line of muscle at his pelvis, pressing slow, languorous kisses, another softer one to his sated cock that has him shivering, gasping a quiet, breathless sound, you can’t help yourself. He cards his long fingers through the loose strands of your hair, catching his breath, and his heart beats so hard you’re almost certain you can hear the thrum of his pulse at his femoral artery pressed beneath your ear. His wide palm cups the top of your head, and you listen to the click of his knee as he stretches his leg, rumbling deep in his chest. 

“Come here,” he murmurs, hands hooking beneath your underarms to pull you up his chest. You rest your forehead at the sharp line of his clavicle, taste the light sheen of sweat that lays there, and listen to his slow-paced, slightly burred tone, “What are you doing to me?” He asks again. 

You can’t answer, for there is no answer, you don’t know – the only reply would be to ask the same of him. What are you doing to me? What will become of me after you?

Cursed with a history of always knowing how a thing will end, you think: this time please, please, let the ending be different. Let me be wrong. 

You press your nose to his scruffy jaw, breathing in his scent, running your lips along the sharp edge, a bite to the beat of his heart in his throat. The journey of your exploring fingers starts at his brow, then down the curved slope of his strong nose, over the wet plush of his mouth, along the column of his throat, across his clavicle, and softly down his side, over the bumps and ridges of his ribs – he instantly goes boneless beneath you, lower down the side of his trim waist, over his hip, along his thigh, they’re hairy. He has hairy legs, and in a silly and strange way, it brings him into startling reality for you suddenly. He’s a man, only a man… beneath all of that indestructible beskar. A man of flesh and blood and heat, and you feel like you only exist in the warmth of his touch. You wish you could split his chest to feel the contours of his heart beneath your fingertips, the curves and slopes of it, lay eyes on the very beating thing. Violent, desperate thoughts that he pulls out of you. 

“I like your nose,” you tell him.

“You can’t see it. It’s too big–”

“No, it’s not. And I can feel it – I can feel that it’s beautiful.”

This feeling of connection, of knowing – of damnation – as if the two of you had spent years together, instead of only days has been immediate and painfully natural. This spot above his chest, rocked by the cadence of his exhalations – it frightens you more than anything else you’ve ever lived thus for the ease of it, how gently and swiftly the two of you have settled into each other. How easy it would be to settle even further. 

Your cunt weeps while you lay atop him, and eventually, he hardens again, grips you by the hips and presses up into you. Rolls you over and fucks you slow and deep into the blankets until you’re crying out and coming around him, milking a second orgasm from him and licking wet and messy into his mouth. 

And you think again, beg again: this time, please, let it end differently. 

-

Fucking ration packs and horrible fake food, s’probably all plastic, damn shiny’s never heard of a piece of fruit in his entire star blasted life living under that tin can – you’re muttering under your breath, bent over, rummaging through the drawers where he keeps his food supply. The man’s surely never even tasted fresh food in his entire life. You need a vegetable, a piece of fruit, anything besides more of that terrible polystarch portion bread he’s been feeding you the past few days, whatever imitation of the thing he calls “meat” come from a package, shudder. There’s something further back in the drawer you’re rifling through, bent over so that you can feel the cool air of the hull on your panty clad backside. You’re in one of his overly large undershirts again, and his thick socks which you’ve taken a liking to, he puts them on for you every morning before he gets out of bed, one pulled up to your knee and the other slouched down around your ankle. The ship is freezing and you’d only braved the frigidness of the hull, leaving your warm nest of sex and Din scented blankets to settle the growling of your belly. He’d disappeared up the ladder into the cockpit hours ago. 

The two of you’d made your way back to Nevarro what you assume was a few days ago, the passage of time made into a strange, confusing vortex when traveling through hyperspace, but you knew that you’d slept and awakened several times, orgasms and quietly shared rations, whispered conversations and confession, ridiculous, uncontrolled giggles and his begrudging huffs of laughter, and slick, humid interludes in the fresher together before you’d woken this time to find him shut up away in the cockpit. A first since you’d begun this journey together, that you’d awoken without him beside you or inside of you, and you wonder at this interruption of your routine, if perhaps he’s coming to regret having brought you with him, getting tired of you, but when he’d said it was time to stop back on Nevarro to exchange the carbonite frozen bounties for new pucks, he’d not made any mention of you staying behind. Neither had he said anything when he’d picked up new supplies, packed the ship away, and told you the next stop was Endor, get ready for a long ride, with a pass of his thumb to the plush of your bottom lip before he made his way up to the cockpit to set course to the far off moon. 

You’d taken that as your indefinite invitation to join him. And the truth was when he’d said he had to go back to Nevarro, your stomach had clenched and dropped in a moment of absolute terror, so afraid he’d call it the end of your travels together, that he’d want to get rid of you. But no, your Mandalorian had made no such suggestion, had not even hinted at the possibility of you leaving him. 

However, he’d definitely shown that he was most assuredly not in the habit of traveling with someone else, as evidenced by the now extreme lack of ration packs. Din was a man accustomed to existing alone, singular in his experience of taking care of himself and only himself, and yet, he’d adapted surprisingly well to the mantle of having to take care of another person, always making sure you were well hydrated and fed after he was done making use of you, making you come over and over again, carrying you into the fresher when you were too weak and overwrought from his free use of your body and pleasure. Shopping was obviously not his forte, though. All that seemed to be left now were more packs of the polystarch rations, and as you reach as far back into the drawer as you can, fingers skimming the edge of the packet of what you’re hoping and praying is not some more of the water activated bread loafs. Even a broth or soup mixture would be better than that, please, please, anything but that. You slide your foot further beneath the edge of the open drawer, holding onto the door of one of the already pilfered upper cabinets, stretching your reaching arm as far as it’ll go towards the back of the deep drawer, exposed bum straight up in the air,  just a little further, you’ve almost got it, and then:

“What do you think you’re doing?”

You jump, caught red handed, your leaning foot jerking forwards and slamming your shin into the open drawer, your head shooting up and knocking painfully into the open cabinet drawer above you. “Maker– fuck, shit,” you scramble back, trying to extricate yourself from the maze of open drawers and cabinets you’ve left ajar but only managing to slam your head on another perilous corner. “Oh, my– What in the–” your shin slams again, rubbing the smarting crown of your head, and then he’s hooking two fingers into the back of your underwear and pulling you away from further injury. Somehow you manage to step on the toe of his boot and then on your own foot, and you’re stumbling and tripping back and over onto your ass. You sit there for a moment, stunned at your own clumsiness, head spinning, tailbone smarting, and he steps slowly around you. You can just feel his stunned gaze through the dark transparisteel of his T-visor. He comes to a stop in front of you, and you let yourself wilt backwards, sprawled on the cold, metal floor. “Ow.” 

He sighs a long-suffering sound, planting his hands on his hips. “Are you okay?” You shut your eyes and shake your head, groaning like a dying manticore and rubbing the top of your poorly abused, throbbing head. 

“Ow,” you whimper again. “That really hurt,” you roll your head back against the floor. 

“Maker–” he sighs again and crouches down beside you. His large hand cups the tender crown of your head. “You’re a little bit ridiculous, you know that?”

“Why did you do that to me?” you whine up at him, pressing your head into the warmth of his large palm. 

“Me? Why were you rifling through my things?” He pets gently at your hair..

“I was looking for some real food.” You bat his hand away, rolling over onto your belly to wriggle away from him, and he pinches the swell of your exposed bum. “Stop that.” You press one of your socked feet to his shin, using it as leverage to push yourself further away from him, but he grabs you around the ankle, pulling you back so that he’s crouched over you now, feet planted on either side of your thighs. He pushes the hem of his shirt you’re wearing up your back and tugs down your panties, exposing your ass to his gaze.

“What in the world do you think you’re doing?” you squawk, trying, unsuccessfully, to push him away and crawl to freedom at the same time.

“None of that,” he murmurs softly, gently pulling both of your wrists to the small of your back and essentially pinning you to the floor of the hull. “I fucking love it when you wear my clothes…What did you say you were you looking for?” He murmurs again, distractedly.

“All of your secrets, obviously, shiny. Duh.” His hand smooths over the curve of your ass softly, then cups you at the crease of your cheek and thigh, plumping up your lush softness. “This feels entirely unbalanced,” you grouch, frowning at the opposite end of the hull. How the fuck you ended up pummeled, pinned and groped in the matter of a few seconds is entirely out of the scope of your understanding, and yet, you let yourself go boneless and pliant. Your body seemingly deciding to let him do with you as he will without your mind's full consent. He grips your cheek to pull you apart, exposing your holes to his gaze, and you feel your face heat. Maker, this man has no sense of boundaries. 

“My secrets, huh?” He says contemplatively, “Don’t think I have any.” 

Your belly twists, “Oh, no? That’s a shame. All interesting people have at least some skeletons in their closet.” You wiggle your ass at him provocatively, and he gives you a gentle swat. 

“What were you looking for?” he asks again, the man is obviously not paying attention to a single thing you’re saying. 

“Food, you blasted man. There’s nothing interesting to eat on this fucking ship. I need snacks.”

“Snacks?” He murmurs. “We’re almost to Endor,” softly caressing your skin, thumb sneaking down to thrum at your clit. “We’ll resupply there before I head out for the bounty.” All you can do is nod your head, alright, whatever you say, cheek squished up against the floor as you listen to the sound of his shuffling clothes as he frees himself, insatiable man, hips shifting up anyways, searching.

-

“The bounty’s on the other side of the planet – nowhere near where we’ll be. We can go out, get what you’d like, and then I’ll bring you back to the Crest and go collect her. Alright?”

“One… I absolutely do not need to be brought or taken anywhere.” You stick your tongue out at the back of his stupid shiny helmet as he straps another blaster to himself. The man acts as if you’re heading out to battle the entirety of the Imperial Army instead of to the market for some fruit and vegetables. “Two, why can’t I come with you to catch the bounty?”

He goes still, halting the movements of his methodical self armament,“One,” he mocks! “Absolutely not.” 

“And two?”

He resumes his movements, “No, that’s it. Just one.”

Annoying, you mutter under your breath. “Why can’t I come?”

“Because I said so.”

“And?”

“And nothing. That’s it again.” You roll your eyes at him now, sticking your tongue out again. 

“Put that tongue back in your mouth, or I’ll put it to better use,” he says as he turns to walk out the hull’s open ramp, leaving you to scowl and then scamper after him as he stalks off, wondering if he has eyes in the back of his head under that stupid metal thing.

So grumpy. 

He looms behind you as you peruse around the small yet bustling market, large and menacing and entirely, ridiculously stern. Unnecessarily intimidating the other shoppers and anyone that gets, what he deems as, too close to you, and yet, there’s something about his countenance, so pristine and meticulous and serious. His nature so reserved out here in the open compared to the way he is when it’s just the two of you hidden away in the Razor Crest, traveling through the quiet of space, cocooned in your bed of soft blankets, the juxtaposition he poses out here has you feeling so endeared to him, smiling back up at him wide and goofy and just as ridiculous as his austereness is. He shakes his head down at you silently, and yet still, holds your satchel for you as you go about the market merrily choosing the produce and fresh meats, cheese and even some sweet breads you like. Never once complaining or rushing you, nodding along sagely as you show him the things you want and like. 

“Are you having fun?” You ask, beaming up at him.

“No.”

“Why not?” You pout.

“We’re not here for fun. We’re here for supplies.”

“Oh, boo,” you blow a raspberry at him, stopping at another stall where an old woman is selling small bits and bobbles, jewelry and charms. You look over the multicolored stones and beads, pretty, and you feel him peer over your shoulder, taking a peak at what you’re looking at now. You step back into his space, pressing your bottom into his groin.

“Behave.”

I think I shall not. “I am behaving.” You press a little further, wiggling against him, and he huffs low beneath the helmet, his hand shooting up to grip your hip tightly, stilling your movements. 

“Quit.” You choose two different earrings you like best and spin around to face him, his palm following your movements to keep you pressed to him despite his reprimands. 

“Which do you like better? These – or these.” You hold both earrings up to the sides of your head by your ears, tilting your chin this way and that so that the sparkling stones can catch the light of the sun prettily. One of his gloved hands comes to your jaw, tilting your face up towards him to inspect you. 

“The first–” he jerks the chin of the helmet to the pair on the right. 

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Why?” Just to be difficult and annoying. 

Silence, and then softly, his thumb caressing your face, “They bring out the different colors in your eyes.”

Your heart flips and pinches and stings and you wish you could kiss him right here for the entire galaxy to see. “Hmm.” You turn back to the table, and he reaches in front of you to exchange credits with the old woman before you can do it yourself, that stinging turns into a full blown burn, and slipping the small dangling stones into your ears, you turn once again to present the sight of yourself to him. “Something shiny to remind me of my shiny.”

“Beautiful.” And his voice is so soft and so sultry and even though you can’t see his eyes, you know that if you could, they’d be full of such tenderness for you, translated through his tone and his soft touch, and you surge up onto your tiptoes, stepping up onto the tip of his boot to reach as high up as you can to plant a soft kiss to the face of his helmet. His clutch at your waist goes tight, verging on painful, pulling you further into himself, growling low and rough through the modulator. Pressed up against him like this you can feel the growing line of his erection beneath his pants. “Oh, sorry, sorry. Your street cred – I forgot. Can’t let the galaxy know big bad Mando enjoys a little kiss every now and again,” you snicker. But as you try to step back from him, his hold on you tightens, pressing the air out of you, and bends his head to whisper right at the shell of your ear, “I’m going to eat your cunt until you’re crying and begging me to stop when we get back, do you hear me?” The man has obviously developed a severe case of an oral fixation.

You tilt your head back to look up at him with the biggest, most baleful eyes you can muster, “Do you promise?”

He sighs, shaking his head at you once again, “Maker–” but as he’s about to lecture you further, tell you, probably, once again to behave, a red light beeps and flashes between the two of you and the bounties tracking fob starts to blink demandingly – picking up on its targets proximity. He spits a curse in Mando’a, pivoting on the foot you’re not currently perched atop of to scan the surrounding area of the busy market with you still clutched in his arms, the lines of his body going tense, preparing for a fight or an attack even, perhaps. You clutch at his shoulders, letting out an entirely undignified squeak as he practically lifts you clean off the ground, shouldering his way through the crowded shoppers, looking for a clear path through the throng of people. “Let me down, what are you doing?” 

“You have to go back to the ship,” he snaps irritated. “The bounty is closer than I thought it’d be. I need to get it now.”

You splutter, “But put me down – this is entirely unnecessary,” hoisted like a rag doll in his arms, the great beskar made beast moves swiftly through the crowd until he finds a break in the direction of where he’d left the ship. He moves to the shade of a droopy hanging tree and finally sets you back down on your own two feet, dignity hanging by a thread. He gentles his movements, pushing your messy hair back and out of your face and cupping your cheeks, the tenderness of his touch making you feel something sort of frightened for a moment. “I need you to go back to the ship now. I’ll return shortly.”  He slides your satchel off his shoulder and onto yours smoothly and touches the curve of the helmet to your forehead for one, too brief, moment, and then he’s spinning on his heel and throwing himself back into the throng of the crowd – movements entirely too swift and slippery for your eyes to follow him. It all happened so fast, his reaction time entirely too quick for you to even form a coherent thought, protest, whine, anything. You do not want to be left behind. You do not want him to go away from you. And you most certainly do not want to go back to the ship. There’s something anxious and unsettled flip flopping in your belly as you stand there beneath the shade of the wide tree, an almost bereftness of sorts. You feel your face do a confused, funny twist, and you look around at the mingling crowd, and then back towards the path where the ship lies. 

And you can still feel him. 

As he moves swiftly away from you, that dark red thread from before, from always, pulls, tickles, beckons you forward, spine to rib bone tied together once again. You look back towards the direction of the ship, towards good behavior and complacency, and it’s not even really a hesitation or a fight, not even half a thought really, as you step forward and follow after him, a mischievous grin blooming across your mouth. 

-

“We have you four to one.” Din is almost certain that he should not have left you. Something in the way he just knows when and where a bounty will be sometimes, how he can almost predict their next movements, the poorly chosen decisions they’ll make. He knows he shouldn’t have left you, should have taken you all the way back to the ship himself, made sure you’re safe, that you’d stay put.

“I like those odds,” he says distractedly, scanning the surrounding forest for… something. He’d found the fucking bounty he was supposed to be collecting accompanied by a group of ragtag Endorians. He couldn’t give a shit about them right now. Honestly, what he really wants is to shoot the damn thing and get back, get back to you. But there’s something… in the surrounding air, in the way the leaves of the high trees rustle in the breeze, something electric, something of a taste in the ether slipping beneath the lip of his helmet and settling beneath his tongue. He looks around again, his gaze behind the visor sweeping in an arc beneath the tree line, and the bounty chooses that moment to be an idiot, blaster bolt dinging loudly off of his chest plate, another coming up on his right side, attempting a sorry excuse for a tackle he steps back from swiftly, fist snapping out to smash its trachea in. Another blaster bolt to the curve of his helmet, knocking his head to the side, sending a sharp ringing through his ears, and he’s annoyed now. Growling he sends a powerful kick to the center of another oncoming Endorian’s chest, pulling a vibroblade from his utility belt to block a punch with his vambrace, his other arm thrusting out to engage his flamethrower. 

And then, yeah, he was right. There, out of the corner of his eye, as another idiot throws itself at him, there you are. Perched atop the large stump of a felled Redwood, knees crossed primly, chin cupped in your palm, pretty as some sort of Maker blasted curse that’s befallen him. 

You piss him off so badly it makes his cock hard. 

He can see you’re smiling wide and ridiculous, and he wants to take you over his knee and spank you until your cunt is so wet it hurts, crying out his name, begging for him. He snarls savagely, throws another punch, more of the flamethrower. How many of these fucking things are there? “I’m almost certain I told you to go back to the ship,” he spits. 

“Yes, well…” you inspect your fingernails, all the leisure in the galaxy about your countenance, “I decided not to listen to you. Never presume that I will not act on my worst instincts. ” 

Out of the corner of his eye he watches as a bolt of life ending plasma careens directly towards your head, his heart screams inside his chest, and then at the last moment deviates unnaturally in the opposite direction, singes the top of an innocently bystanding fern. Fuck this, knife to a lung, and he’s pulling his blaster from its holster, he has a brat to deal with. Plasma bolt to a skull, another, and then he’s engaging his whistling birds, hard to come by, and not frequently obtained, but he needs this done with quickly. He listens to the soft click of his vambrace, the descending illumination of lights down his forearm with the crook of his wrist, and the small guided munitions are flying through the air, striking their targets until only the bounty remains. She’s hunched at your feet below your perch atop the tree trunk, wide bugged out eyes filled with indignant rage at being trapped and confined by a power she cannot see. 

He snarls a curse, stalking towards you. “I caught a gift for you,” you say up to him sweetly, batting those long lashes, those gorgeous eyes fucking with his head. He desperately needs to take you in hand, teach you a lesson, correct whatever it is that’s going on here that’s gotten so wildly out of his control Din feels as though he’s merely careening after you in your wake, waiting for your next move so that he might follow suit. You peer over the edge of your knees then, looking down at the prostrate bounty, “Boo–” eyes going wide, and he rolls his own beneath the helmet, coming to a stand before you, hands on his hips, hoping he’s conveying all of his immense displeasure at having his instructions disobeyed. 

The bounty looks up at him, a choked gurgle forcing its way up her throat which is seemingly also being constricted. “Oh, I wouldn’t look to him for saving,” you say with feigned sympathy, a tut of your tongue. “He’s known to be extremely unhelpful.”

“I take offense to that.” There is something about seeing you out here, in the vicinity of an active hunt that makes him uncomfortable, like his jaw is out of line, stopping his teeth from aligning correctly inside his mouth. “And I told you to go back to the fucking ship,” he grits. 

“Well, I didn’t want to.”

“I don’t care what you want or don’t want. This is my job. When I tell you to do something in a situation like this, you need to listen to me.”

“But I can help–”

“No.”

“You can use me! I’m expendable, I’m–”

“You are not expendable. Do not fucking say that.” And perhaps his voice is too aggressive, the menacing step he takes towards you too intimidating, for you go quiet, eyes wide and maybe even a little shocked, almost flinching away, but he’s too angry to pay attention to the twinge of remorse that pinches inside of him. “Get up. We’re going.” He pulls the bounty up by the scruff of the neck, pulling binders from his utility belt and clasping them around her wrists, ignoring the affronted, Hey, watch it! Barely even hearing it over the angry buzzing in his ears.

He rushes ahead of you all the way back to the Razor Crest, a low simmering seethe cooling to a frosty needle between his shoulder blades. Surely a physical manifestation of your glare piercing him in the back as you follow sullenly behind. He stomps his way up the open hatch, huffing and muttering under his breath, and he knows he’s unnecessarily pissed off. So you didn’t do as he’d said, and what? He’s no one to demand obedience from you. You’re your own person, wildly powerful and capable of your own accord, and if you want to tell him to go to the Maker and do what you please that’s entirely your right. And yet… he is so scathingly bothered right now. The sight of you once again surrounded by the objects of his hunt, surrounded by blaster fire because of him, it unsettles him, like a splinter burrowing deep beneath the surface of his skin, uncomfortable like an overripe fruit set to burst.

He hurries to shove the bounty into the carbonite freezer, shutting the hatch, and then makes for the ladder up to the cockpit. Trying to get away from you, for he can feel you hovering over his shoulder, an air of question and hesitance around you, maybe even a little bit of soft hurt, but there is something itchy running along the length of his bones, and he just needs to get away, to run away. And Din has never run from anything in his life, but you turn him into something else, a different sort of creature, a different sort of man. Something soft and tremulous, something simpler – someone that is not man and Mandalorian, but simply a man, simply himself. He feels a slight tremor run through his hands as he takes a seat in his pilot’s chair, flipping switches and punching buttons, preparing for takeoff. You stand suspended at the mouth of the cockpit, and he can almost hear your words on the tip of your tongue, a bated breath, he goes still, and then: “Din, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you upset. I just–” a soft little gasp, and his chest burns, your name splits open inside of him. 

He doesn’t know why he’s acting like this, reacting like this. He takes a slow deep breath, the sound loud and echoing beneath the dome of his helmet, trying his best to expel all of that swirling tension he’s holding in his chest. The Crest lifts off, and he turns slowly in his chair, taking in the sight of you. Soft curves ensconced in that dark, primly high necked tunic you wear, tight across the swell of your tits – setting his mouth to water, and his cock to thicken, tempting him into unwrapping you to get at all that lush goodness beneath. Those gorgeous eyes, the lighter one shocking him, like a scolding, like a scream, like a fist to the heart. And the darker one… like a whisper, the feel of your wet mouth on him, every desire he’s ever held in his heart but never been able to have. The sweet, heart shape of your face, that sinful mouth – he’s going to fuck it. 

“Come here,” he says low, spreading his thighs to let you in between them. His cock is hard beneath the plaque of his trousers already, the heavy bulge straining to be freed, and when you step into the space between his knees, finally obeying, he watches your eyes go wide as you notice it and then heavy, molten with lust, the fluttering thrum of your pulse beneath the fine skin of your neck. 

“Take your clothes off.” Your eyes flash a spear of heat through them, a slow swallow, your muscles rippling, and then you’re obeying him without question and liquid heat pools in his belly, his balls tightening at the sight of you doing what he’s asked. He slouches further into his seat, spreading his knees further to settle in to watch the lovely spectacle you pose, taking another deep breath. Your fingers are trembling as you bring them beneath your chin to begin unfastening the long line of tiny buttons holding you ensconced and hidden from him, keeping you from him. You go slowly, slipping them open one by one, revealing the sight of all that smooth, gorgeous skin to his eyes. He knows that if he took his gloves off and gave you the gift of his touch, which he’s sure you’re desperate for right now, you’d be burning hot. You reach the little button beneath the deep curve of your breasts, the lapels of your tunic falling open to reveal your breast band, the line of your stomach, the soft swell, and then you’re pushing it off your shoulders. He watches the tremble of your tits as you take a shaky breath, the rapid dip of your belly with your quickened gasps for air. Then you’re pushing your leggings down your hips, toeing your boots off, taking your underwear down with the rest. You reach behind you to unfasten the tie of the band holding your breasts and they’re falling free, swinging heavily, and he’s sure he gasps, hopes it’s too quiet beneath the modulator for you to listen to the sound of his hunger for you. His cock pulses and throbs to the point of aching, he can feel it drooling for you. You let the scrap of fabric fall from your fingertips, and you’re entirely bare before him. His hands rest atop his abdomen, fingers woven together and he presses his fingertips into his knuckles as hard as he can without straining, digs his heels into the steel floor beneath his feet, grinds his molars together and just breathes for a moment, takes you in. 

“Let your hair down,” he murmurs, voice falsely even. You reach behind to let the long locks fall loose, and he watches the line of your arm, the musculature you’re made up of, the jut of your elbow down to your wrist, the fine line of your hand. And now you’re just as he wants you, soft and open and all for him, your breasts, full and heavy and beautiful, the curve of your waist, the soft swell of your belly down to the apex of your thighs, that place he’s about to fucking wreck, wearing only the sparkling jewels in your ears he’d bought for you. All his, his, his, only his. He feels on the brink of insanity, the brink of discovery. “Kneel.” You fold slowly to your knees between his spread thighs, the softest, most serene look on your face. As if he could do anything with you, ask anything of you, and you’d give it to him. He sits up suddenly and leans forward, hands hanging limply between his legs to inspect you more closely. He looks down at you, your eyes wide and trusting and with something of an ethereal look in them, and he’s reminded that oftentimes, throughout these weeks the two of you’ve passed together, he’s been worried, perhaps, afraid even, that he’ll wake one day to find that you weren’t real, that it’d all been a dream, that he’d conjured you from the very depths of his wanting mind. How can eyes like these be real? He brings a single finger to the tip of your chin and tilts your face this way and that. You bring Din a great many pleasures, but he doesn't think anything surpasses the satisfaction he feels from simply looking at you. He hums low in his throat, and your lashes flutter at the sound, soft, wet mouth parting so that he can see the tip of your little pink tongue. He sits back again, hand going for the front of his pants, he opens the plaquette and wraps his fingers around his aching length, squeezes it tightly, hidden away from your eyes still, and he watches you lean forwards, hungry look on your face, mouth falling open wider, begging. 

“Din–” you pant, and he hums again, shutting you up. He pulls himself out, slumps deeper in his seat and fists himself tightly at the root, squeezing harshly and then dragging his hand up so that a fat drop of precome oozes out of the swollen, red tip. Your gaze is trained on his cock, almost hypnotized, and he can see that you’re trembling slightly, knees shifting together to relieve what he’s sure must be a considerable ache between your legs. 

“Look at what you’ve done,” he says quietly, and your eyes flash up to his, wide and falsely guileless, as if you’d try and convince him that you’ve done nothing to warrant such deprivation, that you deserve to be impaled and coming around his cock at your earliest convenience, that you’re entirely innocent and deserving of whatever you want whenever you want it. “This is what happens when you piss me off,” he tells you. Your eyes fall back to the sight of him jacking his own leaking cock, heavy balls pulled out to hang over the edge of his trousers. You give a slight tilt of your chin, on the verge of disagreement, but then seem to think better of it. You look back up at him, blinking slowly. “Do you want it?” A dip of your chin. “Yes?” Yes, Din, a whisper he feels zing up his spine. “Show me how much,” and he dips the chin of his helmet down towards the apex of your thighs. You pause for a second at this, unsure if he really means what he says, perhaps, but then you reach between your thighs, knees spreading slightly to make room for you to pet at your cunt. Your lashes flutter shut, a tiny gasp, and he roughens his strokes around himself. Fuck, he needs to taste you. “Show me,” he barks roughly, you jerk and then bring your hand up in front of yourself, little fingers spreading wide so that the sticky strings of your lust are held between them. Din growls low in his chest, twists his fist almost painfully around his tip, down to the base, up again, again. “Put them in your mouth. What do you taste like?”

You bring your fingers to the flat gleam of your tongue, and minx that you are, eyes closed to savor yourself and drive him over the brink and deep into the depths of true madness, with a tiny whimper you say, “Like I need you.” He snaps forward, hand coming to gently cradle the column of your throat, you give him a shocked little gasp, and he brings the face of his helmet very close to your own, listens to the rattle of your breath within the confines of your ribcage. “Do you? And what about what I need?” He asks, dragging the pad of his glove covered thumb along the edge of your jaw. “For you to listen, for you to let me keep you safe.” He feels the pass of a swallow beneath the delicate muscles of your throat, staring up at him, and there’s something like confusion, hesitance in your gaze, the folding of your brow, the first uncovering of something not yet previously known. You swallow again, and with the very thing of you, your life held in his hands, Din realizes what his real issue is, which is nothing more, or perhaps everything less, than the fact that you’d saved him. You’d saved his life. And it was Din’s duty now, his honor, his utmost desire, to protect you, to keep you safe and well cared for, for as long as he could, for as long as you’d let him. And he so, almost desperately, wants you to give him that chance. And to see you amidst the tumult of a hunt, in the middle of blaster fire once again because of him, his work, it’d sparked a kindling of anger and wrongness within Din that he was ill equipped to deal with. 

“I’m sorry,” you say. “I don’t– I’ve never had someone… want that for me,” said haltingly, as if you’re unsure what word is supposed to come next. “I’ve never had someone try–” another confused flutter of your lashes, “Try and take care of me.” He feels what he thinks is his heart breaking a little, and he’s sure he can feel a humiliated sort of heat rise to the surface of your skin at your words and surely he can have none of that. He takes your wrist in his grasp and brings it to the head of his cock so that the wide tip is held in the cup of your palm, sticky drool smearing against your skin. 

“It’s alright,” he says softly, twisting your wrist around himself, “I’m going to teach you.” You make a soft, whimpered noise in your throat, something like a supplication. “What do you need, little one?” He starts to jack his cock again and your grip on the head tightens, twists gently. 

“Nothing,” you say simply. “I only want you to fuck me however you need to fuck me. That’s all I need.”

“Maker–” he groans, “Obedient little thing. Give it a kiss,” you lean forward to press that plush mouth to his sensitive head, tongue fluttering out to lap gently at the leaking precome. He snaps, reaching forward to yank you up by your underarms and turns you onto his lap so that your back is to his chest. He drapes each of your knees over his widely spread thighs, maneuvering you into the position he best likes, your legs spread so widely it must surely verge on discomfort for you. You arch your back as he drags his gloved hands over your skin, up the insides of your thighs, entirely bypassing that soaking wet place he knows is desperate for him, up the curves of your waist to your breasts where he cups the heavy globes squeezing tightly and eliciting a keening mewl from you. His cock bobs heavily between your spread legs, and you press yourself back into him, trying to gain purchase to rub yourself along his length, but he halts your movements, gripping your around the waist. He reaches for himself, wrapping his fingers around the thick shaft and tapping gently against your wetness. You moan, reaching back to wrap your arms around his neck, hips shifting in desperate little arcs. “Quit,” he says gently, listens to your frustrated huff. He taps the head against your clit again, then cups the underside to slot it flat between the lips of your sex, drags you along the length of it with the hand on your waist, coating himself in your slick. 

“Din, please,” you whine.

“What? You want it?” And he grips the root again, smacking the heavy weight of it hard against your clit, again, again. The sound of the echoing sticky slaps has heat pooling in his spine, twisting down into his balls. You whimper, writhing in his lap, trying to escape his cruelty and he shifts you, notches the head and fucks up into you in one harsh thrust. Not giving you a moment's notice to think about it before he’s balls deep inside of your tight, wet cunt, the taking made all the easier for how soaked slick you are for him. He can't help himself when he lets out a rough, savage snarl, feels the flutter and spasm of your sensitive muscles as they struggle to accommodate the immensity of his invading length. You’re fucking dripping, leaking down his balls and onto the seat below. His pilot’s chair is going to smell like your pussy when he’s through with you. “Is that better?” He grits through clenched teeth, wrapping both arms around your front and squeezing you to himself, your soft tits smushed up towards your chin, he thumbs gently at a nipple and listens to the sound of your struggle, enjoys it. He can feel the strain of your legs trying to reach the ground, find something to anchor yourself on, but you’re too small, unable to find purchase. When he peers over the edge of the seat he can see there’s a good three inches between the tips of your little toes and the cold, hard floor. He spreads his legs wider, broadens the gap, and slowly begins to turn back to face the flight deck. “Wh– what are you doing?” You hiccup, hips shifting, legs straining. He pulls your arms from around his neck and folds them across your belly, going still. “Din– what are you doing? Please– please, move.” You’re so wet, and you make him so weak. And he– he is so– He thrusts once, just for his own sake, to feel the punch of his tip at the end of you, the way you jolt in his lap, the clench of your muscles, to savor the sound of your whine for him. “Enough,” he murmurs. “I have to navigate. We’re coming on an asteroid field, I have to drop out of hyperspace. You’re going to be good and sit still while I pilot the ship.”

Stunned silence, and then slightly choked, “Wh– what? Noooo, Din. Please, no.”

“This is what happens when you disobey, when you don’t let me keep you safe where I need you to be – fucked open and stuffed full of cock. And you don’t get to come either. Is this what you wanted?”

“Nooo,” a whining sob, “Please, I’m sorry– I’m sorry. Please, let me come–”

“No, and you’re going to be silent now and take what I give you without complaint.”

“You’re being so mean,” you cry.

“Too bad.” Another hitching sob, he grips you around the jaw, pulls your head back and to the side to check on you, to look at your eyes, only a few tears, not too bad. He gentles his voice, “You’re going to be my good girl and keep my cock warm for me, aren’t you? You’re going to do as I say?” Another pathetic little tear, and then a nod of your head, a sniffle. You nudge the tip of your nose against the face of his visor, and he almost loses it, fucks you raw and full of his come, rips his helmet off to kiss you full on, but no – no, no, no, not yet. 

He waits a moment, giving you a second to settle, walls of your cunt still set to an overwhelmed flutter, but you take several deep breaths, your breasts heaving quickly, and you lay your head back on his shoulder, hiccup a few times until you go quiet and calm. A little shiver, another sniffle and then, “I’m going to be good. I’m going to be good for you. Yes, Din.”

He takes a slow breath himself, and then starts hitting buttons and flipping switches, the ship jerks gently out of lightspeed and the both of you gasp at the feel of the lurch where you’re joined. The Crest comes out of hyperspace just before where the navcom had indicated the asteroid field was. He settles himself as best he can with the feel of your wet heat around him, trying to concentrate, trying to ignore the fact that he’s currently got the most perfect cunt in the entirely galaxy wrapped around his dick and that he is willingly, and probably very stupidly, denying you both the relief of orgasm. 

You do sit very obediently for a significant amount of time, he’ll give you that. He’s got the Razor Crest about halfway through the belt when you begin to lose patience, shifting, and doing a poor job of subtly arching your back, low whimpers in your throat that have his belly going tight. He feels a drop of sweat make a slow path from his hairline, down his temple and over his cheek, losing itself to the edge of his jaw. His cock kicks inside of you, throbbing something fierce, leaking within you, and he feels you start to tense up around him, muscles clenching tightly and then shivering loose. Your back arches deeper, your face turning into the crook of his neck, tucked beneath the edge of his helmet, panting. The thick folds of his cape are wrapped around his throat and tucked into the top of his chest plate and he can imagine what the damp heat of your breath would feel like without the impediment of these damned confines keeping him from you. He feels a sudden surge of terrible frustrated violence within him. He wants to tear the mantle, the entrapments, of his Creed from his body, bare himself to you entirely. You nuzzle at the fabric keeping you from each other and whisper, so breathy, so desperate, all for him, “You’re so hard. Please, please, just fuck me. Please, just let me come. I promise I’ll be good from now on. I promise.” Little fingers reaching back to claw softly at his neck. Din feels unhinged and set to burst, made of nothing but a tenuous and fragmented control, made of sugar, insubstantial and easily dissolved. Something he has never, ever felt before. 

“Make yourself come,” his voice is gruff, almost unrecognizable. The Crest clears the edge of the asteroid belt, and he sets the navigation for Nevarro again, re-entering hyperspace. “I’m not helping, you have to do it yourself,” But he places a single large palm on your belly, over the place where your womb is, where you’re holding him inside of you, and presses down gently. “Can you feel me here? I’m so deep inside of you, little thing.” You whimper and hiccup, hips arching and shifting desperately, and he gives one jerking thrust of his hips upwards, knocking the breath out of you and setting your orgasm to burst, a tiny, fluttering thing, weak and pathetic in strength. You groan and sob frustratedly, the orgasm not enough to ignite the kindling of fire he’s set within you into a full on blaze. He whispers the tip of a single finger over your clit, feels the strain of your legs trying to reach for the floor, and he errs on the side of mercy, bringing his knees together slightly and straightening his legs to bring your feet closer to the ground. He feels when you make contact, the tips of your toes just barely touching the durasteel floor as you start to shift the smallest amounts, nudging yourself up and down on his cock, trying to fuck yourself desperately. He pulls your arms in front of your belly, crossing them in front of you and hugging you to himself tightly, restricting your movements, rescinding that mercy, but he feels you come again anyways, sensitive thing, and buried balls deep in your tight, wet cunt, it’s too much for him, too much restraint, too much desire, insanity. He wants you too fucking much, and this is madness and blasphemy and bliss and some sort of mythical creation, all at once. 

He surges up to his feet with you in his arms, cock never slipping from your clutch as he bends you over the control panel and pins you there, snarling savagely, trying to catch his breath and spit a curse and a prayer at the Maker for having sent him someone so beguiling and unraveling all at the same time. He holds you there, zeroed in on the place where your stretched, swollen cunt is split around his cock. Your slick smeared into a gleam across the surface of your smooth skin. Peripherally, he can hear you saying something to him, begging or his name or an riddle of the two but Din feels, a little bit, like he’s beyond himself, outside of himself, cock so painfully hard his neurons have started to fizzle and snuff out like stars in the darkness of space. He slowly pulls out, grips himself to slide his dripping length between the cleft of your ass. He presses the tip gently to your asshole, appreciates the jerk and twitch of your muscles as you feel him there, the sound of your gasp. “Will you let me fuck you here?” A whispered yes, like such a good girl. “Maybe next time.” He slides back down and presses into your cunt again, watches the way you swallow him, “Fuck, yes, look how pretty all your little holes are for me.” The sound of your tears and supplications, the sound of your desire for him and the rushing whoosh of Din’s own breath in his lungs, he pulls his hips back and slams into you roughly. Yes, yes. 

“Fuck me hard. Please, Din.”

“No. How I say.” But he does so anyways, seesaws his hips back and forth with a strength that is perhaps too much for the overwhelmed and overwrought state of your cunt, but he can’t seem to help himself. He watches the way you part for him, take him in, hold him. Your body making space for his inside of you. He feels you ripple around him with another orgasm, and he wants to plant himself inside and live there forever and ever so that you’d never leave him, never forget him. Something pinches and hisses within Din, and he’s about to come. He rips himself from you, gripping you by your hair and pushing you gently to your knees again. His sensitive, little thing, he must handle you with care. “You’re going to suck my cock now,” he tells you, and you open your mouth for his dripping cock. Pressing in and sliding to the back of your throat, feeling the tip of him reach the end of you and holding there, the swallow and cinch of your muscles around him, fucking Maker, you’ll be the end of him or the beginning or everything in between. The whole thing, you’ll be everything. Unhinged and changed and a different sort of man now.

This was supposed to be your lesson in restraint, in obedience, but Din feels at this moment like he is the only one being, not only given a lesson, but punished. 

He holds your head and fucks your throat, your watering eyes gleaming up at him with so much satisfaction, hands coming up to fondle his sac and grip his ass, and he wants to bark at you to wipe that smug look off your face, but he thinks that you’re so fucking beautiful right now, bringing him to his knees even though you’re the one on yours, that it’d be wrong to interrupt. With his fingers twisted in your hair he jerks your head back, open mouth wet and panting, the red gleam of your tongue presented to him like an offering. You bring your hand up to squeeze his balls tightly, the other going to the tip of his cock to twist and jack him, and he’s coming, your hair in his grip to angle you just so, so that the thick white of his spend spurts onto your open waiting mouth and lovely face, and even though you cannot see, he bares his teeth at you as he comes. “All of it, I want all of it,” you whisper up at him, and Din’s knees tremble and jerk so that he has to reach for the edge of the flight deck to remain upright. 

When he’s finally finished painting the canvas of your face with himself you lean forward to press a soft kiss to the softening length, licking soft and gentle up the side of him, along the thick vein there, forcing a whimper up his throat. You pull back, sitting on your heels to look up at him and bring your thumb to your cheek, swiping a thick glob of semen from there and bringing it to your mouth, closing your eyes, humming in bliss when you taste him on your tongue. He falls to a crouch in front of you, watches as you methodically gather the come on your face and eat it infront of him. How he loves to watch you. 

Altered now, he asks you: “What do I taste like?”

And again you answer: “Still, like I need you.”

“What a good girl you are,” he says gently, caressing the soft of your cheek, cupping the side of your face as you nuzzle into him. And when you look up at him with a vein of tender vulnerability in your gaze, Din knows that he’d do anything for you, give anything you asked of him, be anything you asked him to be, and he wonders if you’ve read his mind just then, when you ask in the softest and smallest voice, as if afraid he’d deny you, “I want to kiss you,” pressing up on your knees sightly to kiss the front of his visor, tips of your fingers dancing over the dome of his helm, “Will you let me?” Another soft kiss, and who is he to deny a perfect thing like you anything she’d ever want? But before he lays himself at your feet, he remembers his earlier anger and says, or begs, softly, “I didn’t like seeing you out there like that. Please, promise me you’ll not do that ever again. Promise me you’ll let me keep you safe.”

Your whispered promise and closed eyes is all he needs to remove his helmet and press his mouth to yours. 

-

After your stop in Nevarro for an exchange of bounties and pucks, he takes you to Jakku; you’d found yourself there once, at the start of your freedom. Looking, perhaps, for some sort of punishment, something painful and uncomfortable. You’d chosen the perilous desert planet, a barren and desolate thing, with the secret, shameful hope that you’d die suffocated in the sand and heat. But it had, after all, proven to be stronger than your own self sabotage. It had been too easy to die on that sand blasted planet – even for you; fauna, heat, dehydration, injury, poison, murder by competition, the perils were endless and despite all the rest, despite the fact that part of you had already felt dead, there was also a larger, more rational part of you that did not actually want to die. A part of you that had still hoped, that rejoiced at your newfound freedom. The wounds of your past were deep, but you were not yet moribund. You could still yet remember how to live.

Silly or naive or arrogant, who knew. Greedy, perhaps. What right had you to life? After the things you’d done, what you’d been, but you’d clung to the thing of it, hope or salvation or something you’d never really known intimately before, the idea of it, the promise, and you’d left Jakku. Gone off in search of gentler horizons, but you’d not forgotten the threat of that place, the danger that lurked there, and you’re reminded of that, painfully, upon your return there with Din.

“Hello, beastie,” the chipped voice croaks.

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Cassandra Cain Reading Guide Part 1: General

So you want a reading list for Cassandra Cain? I'm gonna split this into various sections. So, if the urge increases of "I WANT TO READ MORE!" Then there are other tiers to help feed that great need.

And it all begins with this one.

Part II reading guide (Modern) you can find here.

Part III reading guide (Random) you can find here.

Part IV reading guide (Alternate versions) you can find here.

Part V reading guide (PAIN) you can find here.

The starting point is No Man's Land particularly these issues.

Batman #567 + Detective Comics  #734 - Mark of Cain aka Cass's first appearance and her intro arc (Puckett/Scott/Peterson).

Legends of the Dark Knight #120 - First as Batgirl.

Batman #569 - first solo story

Azrael #56-57, #60-61

Gotham Knights #2

Batman Chronicles #18

Robin #73

There are more appearances of Cass in No Man's Land than these and the one above, but these are highlighted by her interactions with Jean-Paul Valley, Bruce, Tim, and Leslie Thompkins.

Batgirl Vol. 1 #1-11, #13-25

The first half of the Kelly Puckett/Damion Scott run. If you're wondering why #12 isn't mentioned, it's a crossover issue for Officer Down (basically Jim Gordon is shot, and the aftermath is him stepping down as Commish). It's totally up to you completist wise if you want to go into that story.

For key portions, #7 is Shiva/Cass meeting for the first time, #11 is a spotlight on David Cain, #18 & #20 are her first actual team-ups with Tim & Stephanie, Not her first meetings (she first met Tim in #120, and Stephanie in Robin #88).

During #24 we have another crossover, this event being Bruce Wayne: Murderer? This leads into the next crossover which hits in #27 & #29 Bruce Wayne: Fugitive. Bruce is the main suspect of a murder leading the Bat Family to investigate it. It is optional BUT--

The primary antagonist of the crossover has a critical role in Cassandra's life. So if you want-- Batman #605 (reveal of the antagonist of Bruce Wayne: Murderer?/Fugitive) Batman #606-607 (aftermath to the reveal) Cassandra only appears in #605 and has a two-panel cameo in #607.

Batgirl Vol. 1 #26-37

The second half of the Puckett/Scott run. Again, #27 & 29 are x-overs. #30-32 is an arc drawn by Scott but written by Chuck Dixon. #33-37 is the closeout of the run.

For issues going on while this run, there were four specials published that featured Cass.

DC First- Batgirl/Joker #1 (Cassandra fights the Joker.)

Batgirl Annual #1 (one linear story of Cass/Bruce on an adventure)

Batgirl: Secret Files & Origins #1.

Batgirl/Ghost: The Resurrection Machine #1-4.

It's up to you if you want to read the last one. It's Cass's only crossover comic, But yeah.. I’m not particularly fond of the story.

#38 features Stephanie exiting the supporting cast and features the first Batgirl issue by Andersen Gabrych.

Superboy #85 is where you need to read next. It has Cass teaming up with Conner Kent/Superboy. This issue helps leading into----

Batgirl Vol. 1 #39-57

Dylan Horrocks’ run.. #39-42 deals with Superboy and a villain called Black Wind (#39-40). Black Wind shows up again in #43-44 with Cass also tangling with an OLD Batman villain Dr. Death.

#45 is when Rich Leonardi arrives as artist for the comic. This is also the same issue Cass dons Babs' Batgirl costume. #46-49 continues the build-up of tension Cass has with Bruce (starting in #39) which leads to #50 Cass vs. Bruce! Horrocks/Leonardi's crown jewel of their run.

#51-52 Cass takes on Poison Ivy. #53 Stephanie returns to the comic as Robin. #54 sadly is when Barbara exits the title as a supporting character. #55-57 is War Games x-over resulting in Stephanie being killed off, and Barbara leaving Gotham, gutting Cassandra's supporting cast.

During this near the middle of this run, another maxi-series is published by DC that features Cass:

Justice League Elite #1-12

- Kasumi (Cass in disguise and spying for Batman). If you're looking for Cass tangling with threats beyond her usual street fare than by all means.

Nightwing #81

- features Cassandra's first encounter with Deathstroke the Terminator. A gorgeous choreographed fight by Devin Grayson and art by Rich Leonardi.

Detective Comics #790 - a War Games prelude with Cass helping Bruce on a mission while both reflecting on Stephanie Brown who is at a crossroads.

Robin #132

Batgirl #58

Robin #133

Batgirl #59

- the Fresh Blood story which features Cass teaming up with Tim both reeling from the fallout of War Games crossover event and their new status quos.

- #58 is the start of Andersen Gabrych's run on the comic.

-  An epilogue to this story occurs in Batman Allies: Secrets & Origins #1 in a tale (written by Gabrych).

Batgirl Vol. 1 #58-73

#60-62 is Cassandra's new status quo. Ale Garza/Pop Mhan provide art for most of Gabrych's run (save one issue). These three issues have Cass tangle with the Brotherhood of Evil and a "ghostly" Stephanie continues to shows up too!

#63-64 is Cass having a rematch with Deathstroke who brings Ravager along for the ride. This is basically Gabrych tying up a subplot introduced in Teen Titans comics happening at the same time period (i.e. Rose posing as Cass), but you don't really need to read that to understand the why. So I’m not going to give the issue # to that.

#65-73 is the Destructions' Daughter arc. Everyone who has history with Cass shows up in this arc. Bruce, David Cain, Babs, Black Canary, a few villains of her past (Shrike and Alpha), and of course Lady Shiva in #68.

It's here Gabrych has to juggle a lot of tie-ins. Infinite Crisis was looming on the horizon and Cassandra was dealing with parts since the beginning of her run. #66, and #69-70 are considered the "lowest" points of the run and the Vol. 1 series.

#71-73 is when the action ramps up again with Gabrych having to speed his way to the ongoing's conclusion in #73.

I know I left out appearances (Supergirl, Batman/Superman, Harley Quinn, Young Justice, Birds of Prey, Robin, and Gotham Knights). Also a mini (Batman: City of Lights). But they're just sprinkles. Added goodies to the toppings that is this entire run.  Okay, save the last one and maybe Batman/Superman... You will see them on other lists I have for Cass (mostly part 3 and 5).

 DC Festival of Heroes: The Asian Superhero Celebration #1

- contains TWO stories centered on Cassandra. Along with this neat variant cover by Artgerm.  "Sounds" literally feels like a story during or just after the Puckett/Scott run (#37) written by Mariko Tamaki and drawn by Marcus To.  

"What's in the Box?" is the other story that features Cassandra written/drawn by Dustin Nguyen. Though shorter than the prior one it is still a gorgeously drawn story. Not mentioned, but alluded based on the art/timeline Cass is in her Black Bat attire. So you can place this story after Gates of Gotham in the old canon.

Batman: Urban Legends #7 (Hunter or Hunted...)

-  The story/art by Guillaume Singelin provides a truly UNIQUE tale starring Cass.  The action is top-notch, we're given probably the best fight sequence from start to finish involving the character in a LONG TIME. The story is a literal  feast for the eyes.

Batman: Wayne Family Adventures Episodes 32-33 "All Seeing"

- The second major arc that focuses on Cass showcases the many qualities of the character on why there are so many passionate fans of hers. A good starter or introduction for new readers on the character.

All season 1 episodes of WFA  are free and available here:

Episodes 90-91 "What I Want" 

 - The third major story arc focuses on Cass's comic origin while also giving us a team-up gone awry between her and Damian Wayne. Gives new readers a further understanding of Cass building upon Episodes 32-33.

Shadow of the Batgirl

- a Young Adults graphic novel written by Sarah Kuhn and drawn by Nicole Goux. Kuhn gives Cassandra a modern origin taking elements from Puckett and James Tynion IV/Scott Snyder’s Batman & Robin Eternal origin to give us something newly unique on it’s own.

A highly recommended story!

Batgirls #14

- The best issue of the Batgirls ongoing series. Artist Jonathan Case pulls off a masterclass of art, inking, and coloring in this special “silent” issue. There’s no need to read any prior issues. You can go in without reading the prior two arcs (Batgirls #9-12, 2022 Annual, and #13), but it adds to the payoff of this issue.

Yes, writers Michael Conrad and Becky Cloonan cheat in the format, but the way they sneak the dialogue in is absolutely perfect. After years of being denied the special format, Cass gets it and showcases WHY the character just works so well. 

#reading guide #cassandra cain #dc comics

[satou-sgst]

Short dou GeGo crossover Shadowhunters

Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru #sugusato

Parabatai!SgSt

Cover (the first panel) Đầu Cá Đông Lạnh

The doujinshi (the others panels) Dương Nguyễn

Reference:

+) The cover: artwork Shadowhunters deck of Cassandra Jean https://shadowhunters.fandom.com/.../Category:Images_of...

+) The doujinshi: Parabatai ceremony comics of Cassandra Jean which was posted on Cassandra Clare's tumblr https://cassandraclare.tumblr.com/.../people-often-ask... and Jace & Alec's Parabatai ceremony scene in Shadowhunter series https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=452PqjS1H2I&t=1s

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This doujinshi was my commission, because I really like Shadowhunters and also SuguSato. And not just their relationship really reminds me about Parabatai, Geto reminds me about Valentine Morgenstern too. But different from Valentine who betrayed his Parabatai, and also different from Geto who went against his bestfriend, Geto and Gojo in my Shadowhunters AU didn't go against each others, because when Geto was lost and wanted to eliminate all of Downworlders, Gojo was suddenly killed and became a vampire. That's a plot twist which we sometimes see in fanworks, like "If Gojo became a non-sorcerer, would Geto kill him too?"

Anyway, this doujinshi is Geto and Gojo's Parabatai ceremony. Thanks to my dear artists who helped me to complete it.

Please do not repost without my permission, and do not mistake the couple tags. Editing and printing are not allowed, too.

Thanks for reading, I hope you would like them.

#夏五 #shadowhunters #satoru x suguru

[atlasthegreatest]

- Atlas Masterlist - [Requests are open]

▪️Male reader

▫️Female reader

🔲 Gender neutral

🔳 Male/ Female Oc

Avatar: The Legend Of Korra:

Asami Sato:

🔳 - War of Hearts- I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, XI, X

Avatar Korra

Lin Beifong

Iron II

Suyin Beifong

Mako

Bolin

Opal

Senna

Kya

Kuvira

Percy Jackson:

Annabeth Chase

Percy Jackson

Jason Grace

Thalia Grace

Piper McLean

Leo Vasquez

Hazel Levesque

Nico DiAngelo

Sally Jackson

Silena Beauregard

Drew Tanaka

Harry Potter :

Hermione Granger

Harry Potter

Narcissa Black

Lily Evans

Bellatrix Black

Narcissa Black

Ginny Weasley

Fleur Delacour

Penny Haywood :

- Baby Problems

James Potter

Cassandra Vole:

▪️- Unexpected Surprises

Sirius Black

Scream:

Sidney Prescott :

- ▪️ Flight or Figth

Tara Carpenter

Gale Weathers

Sam Carpenter

Fairy Tail:

Erza Scarlet

Natsu Dragneel

Grey Fullbuster

Lucy Heartfilia :

Friends…? Friends.

Mirajane Strauss

Laxus Dreyar

Juvia Lockser

Irene Belserion

Attack On Titan:

Mikasa Ackerman:

-▫️ Fake It ‘Till You Break It - I

Eren Yeager

Historia Reiss

Annie Leonheart

Pieck Finger

Jean Kriestean

Sasha Broast

Hange Zoe

Marvel Universe:

Natasha Romanoff

Laura Kinney

Jean Grey

Emma Frost

Wanda Maximoff

Maria Hill

Cindy Moon:

▪️ The Bat, The Spider, and The Mutant

Gwen Stacy

Felicia Hardy

DC Universe:

Cassandra Cain:

▪️The Bat, The Spider, and The Mutant

Helena Bertinelli

Barbara Gordon

Dick Grayson

Poison Ivy

Kara Zor-El

Wonder Woman

Cassandra Sandsmark

The Vampire Diaries/ The Originals:

Caroline Forbes

Katherine Pierce

Rebekah Mikaelson

Hayley Marshal

Bonnie Bennett

Hope Mikaelson

Davina Clare

Freya Mikaelson

The Witcher:

Cirilla of Cintra

Geralt of Rivia

Yennefer of Vengerberg

Acotar:

Feyre Archeron

Nesta Archeron :

- 🔳 Three is a crowd (Nesta x Male oc x Cassian)

Morrigan

Elain Archeron

Throne of Glass:

Aelin Galathynius :

- 🔳 In Each Others Arms

Rowan Whitethorne

Manon Blackbeack

Elide Lorchan

Manhwa Girlies:

Navier Trovi :

- 🔳 Honor me of this dance

Penelope Eckart

#the legend of korra #harry potter #reader insert #percy jackon and the olympians #acotar #marvel #dc universe #throne of glass #fem reader #male reader #navier ellie trovi #penelope eckhart #fairy tail #attack on titan