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wildestdreamsblog · 8 months

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Latibule VII

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader (Mafia/Detective AU)

Summary: In which you didn’t know who he truly was- until it was too late. Or in which he found heaven in you.

Warnings: Secret Identity, Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Violence, Mention of death, Disability, Sexual themes, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: Here is a gift. Happy birthday to me :> we are nearing the end of season 1! Tysm for all the support ✨

Masterlist, Latibule VI

“Do you have no sense of self-preservation? Are you suicidal? Are you tired of you life? Or are you just fucking naive?”

You blinked owlishly at his tirade. You almost couldn’t keep up with the onslaught of words he was emphasizing to you, nor were you aware that this man could rap when he was mad. “Excuse me?”

“You’re letting a strange man into our house!” He hissed whilst pointing at the man sitting calmly on the sofa with his legs crossed and the tea cup perfectly balanced on his knee as he watched the two of you bickered like an old couple. To be honest, Kim Seokjin was entertained. Hell, this was the most emotion he saw on Yoongi and he couldn’t wait to tell the rest of their brothers that the fearless and emotionless mafia leader was a wreck because he couldn’t find you.

“And?” You snapped back at him, not seeing why he was this infuriated.

“And?” He scoffed in utter disbelief before stepping near you imposingly, his chest almost touching yours. “And what if he hurts you? What if he’s a bad person? What then?”

“He needs help-“

“And he could be fucking faking it!” He shouted with so much emotion that you could see the veins on his neck protruding. He was still not over the panic he felt when he thought he lost you. He could still feel his fucking heart, which he originally thought was long dead, beat so fast it almost bursted from its cage when you weren’t there. Not even a barrel of a gun could make him panic like that. Not even death could make him as terrified as he was when he thought you left him.

You raised your brows at him before glancing at the man. You were embarrassed that Suga was talking as though the man wasn’t physically there. It was as though he didn’t care if he heard or if he offended anyone. Nope. But you thought that he was being too much. Everyone deserved a chance, right? “Aren’t you being a hypocrite? I didn’t know you then and I still let you in.”

And that made him paused because for all intents and purposes, he was the man you should have never let in. He was the most dangerous man out there. You should have left him to perish that night. You didn’t know him, and yet you saved him. You should have let fate ran its course because now, it was you who couldn’t run.

“…That’s different.”

“How so?!”

“I would never hurt you!”

“Why?!”

“Because you are important to me!”

Well.

Right then and there, as the two of you breathed hard after screaming at each other, silence reined in. All you could hear was that and someone who sounded like he was choking on his tea. You didn’t know what to make of the fact that he just told you, no, he screamed at you, that you were important to him. And you sure as hell could no longer ignore that you felt something for this man.

And it unnerved you.

It displaced you.

It terrified you that the truth was staring right at you with his dark eyes burning with something you were scared to name. It was time to face the music.

You had irrevocably fallen for him.

Yet before you could opened your mouth, he broke eye contact with you and pointed at the man who was watching the two of you with satisfaction in his eyes. “And you, follow me.”

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Kim Seokjin remained smiling as Min Yoongi glared at him with faux hatred. He stood there with his arms crossed in front of him and perhaps, a lesser man would have ran once Yoongi looked at them this way. But not him. For heaven’s sake, he grew up with the mafia leader. He was there when the man just wouldn’t say a word for the whole fucking year until Seokjin was in danger.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

He smiled at him, “I was looking for my cat.”

“What cat?! You hate cats!” He hissed before taking a deep breath in a futile attempt to calm himself. “You know what- don’t answer that. Fuck, who else knows I’m alive?” Yoongi thought that if anyone other than Jimin and Jin knew, then he had to leave this instant. He could not and would not put you in danger’s harm. No. He would paint this whole town red if it meant keeping you safe.

“Only Jimin and I,” Jin answer somberly, his face losing its initial playfulness as he regarded Yoongi. “I know better than to tell the maknaes. They are devastated that you had joined satan and who knows what the three of them would do when they know that you’re still breathing?”

“Namjoon?”

Jin shrugged, “Haven’t seen him much. Probably still busy convincing his secretary not to resign. I mean- seriously, for someone so smart he could be so dense. It’s so obvious that he has feelings for her-“

“Hoseok?”

He paused before racking his brain when he last saw him. The seven of them usually see each other at least weekly. So…what happened to him? “I haven’t spoken to him.”

Yoongi nodded as he turned to look at the house, at what he now considered as his safe haven. The two of them were talking outside and by now, you probably realized that he knew Seokjin. “Good. There’s a mole in our organization, hyung. I cannot trust anyone.”

“I understand,” Jin murmured, following where Yoongi seemed to be looking at. “Yoongi?”

“Yes?”

And then he answered him with a sucker punch.

Seokjin was now brimming with satisfaction and smiling widely as he watched with much content as Yoongi doubled over from the force. He was clutching his stomach as he looked up and sneered at him. “You asshole! And you call yourself a fucking doctor?”

He chuckled before clapping Yoongi’s back. “You deserve it. Don’t ever make me think that you descended to hell and then come back alive, okay?”

And despite Jin choosing the less violent life and becoming a doctor, he remained to still be one of the most dangerous man among the seven. How could he not when he was raised to be the king of the underworld? How could he not when he learned how to kill a man before he could even properly talk? How could he not when he grew up too soon before his body even left his boyhood?

Notwithstanding the fact that he worded it so politely, Yoongi knew enough to decipher that this was not a request. This was an order. See, Seokjin’s face was deceiving. His handsome face, the innocent and playful air he carried, the way he presented himself to the society- they were all a ruse. Kim Seokjin was simply the face of duplicity.

Yoongi glared at him before nodding his head.

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You stared at the two men standing in front of you with so much contrast on their expressions- one was smiling so widely and the other was frowning as though everything was an imposition to him. You didn’t have to specify which was which.

“You found your cat,” you repeated with unbridled disbelief in your tone. Jin nodded his head convincingly while Yoongi looked like he was long done with this conversation.

“So where is the cat?”

“It’s…out there.”

“You’re taking it home, right?”

His lips was tilted to the side as he regarded you. You thought that this man looked as though he knew something you didn’t and it was starting to annoy you. “You know what, I think it’s happier here.”

“You can’t just leave your cat here, mister!”

And he just shrugged at your outburst before throwing his arm around the sulking Suga. “I can when it’s happier here. Anyway! What’s for dinner?”

He sure did make himself at home, you thought as you eyed him ate with gusto. On the other hand, Suga was whining beside you.

“You’re an unwelcome guest in our house. Hurry up and leave.”

“So my cat,” Jin suddenly quipped up, “was the cutest kitten. We grew up together. I grew up handsome and he grew up quite ugly, though.”

Yoongi suddenly banged his fist on the table, creating quite a disturbance. “Excuse me-“

“I still remember when my father brought him home. His…old family was not good. When they died, my father adopted him. I was an only child and then suddenly, I had a brother who never spoke for a whole year until well- my father almost beat me up to death. That cat saved me,” he pondered, his eyes focused on yours. You initially thought that this man looked angelic, yet now that he was looking at you with a familiar, swirling darkness and madness in his eyes, you were almost quite sure that he was not as gentle and good as you perceived him to be. And the way he was telling you his past made it seemed as though you were entering into a world of theirs, one that you couldn’t retreat from.

“I loathed how I was not able to save him from a darker world with my family. I wanted to tell him to leave and run far from my family back then, to leave the worse hell imaginable, but I was too powerless. But I see now that this is a new chance.”

“Stop, hyung-“

“Sit down,” You cut Suga off, pushing him back to his seat with one hand and a glare, to which he complied angrily. You turned to the mysterious man. “What do you mean?”

“What I’m saying is my cat is happier with his new owner. In fact, this is the most content and at peace I have ever seen him. I’m saying that I’m not taking him home.”

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“Why are you making me walk you to your car?!” Yoongi hissed at Jin as the older man dragged him out to where he parked his car.

“Because hyung missed you,” he replied indulgently before throwing his arm around Yoongi’s shoulder. The night in this town was tranquil and quiet, Jin noted. This was so different to where they grew up. In their world, night was when men like Yoongi came alive. In their world, quietness was not synonymous to peace. To them, it was the calm before the storm.

“She’s good for you. Give me a niece or nephew right this instant.”

Yoongi threw his arm away from him as though in disgust, his dark hair falling on his face. He pushed his only hyung away from him. “Are you insane? Doctors like you cannot lose their minds! What brought this on? If you’re craving a child, make one of your own! Or better yet, ask Jungkook! He’s the only one who has a fucking wife among us!”

Jin looked at Yoongi with amusement in his eyes. Between them all, Yoongi was the most unemotionally available person. And really, he didn’t blame him. After all, he suffered from his parents and was given a chance to have a normal family…only that his bastard and useless excuse of a father was the one who adopted the poor Yoongi. It was not unimaginable why Yoongi couldn’t understand the obvious.

“Yoongi, do you know that you look at her like she could say the sky is pink and you would believe her?”

Yoongi scoffed before looking at him as though he was making no sense. “Hyung, are you on drugs? What are you trying to say? The sky is very clearly purple-“

“What the fuck- are you color blind? You know what? Never mind. I always knew there was something very wrong with you. What I was trying to say is that you look at her like she’s everything you could ever want,” he explained quickly, his voice increasing in apparent irritation at Yoongi’s obliviousness. For heaven’s sake, this was the first time he saw him with his demons at peace. This was the first time he saw him with no blood thirst simmering in his eyes.

Yoongi regarded him for a moment too long before opening his mouth to say yet another nonsense. “Hyung, that’s slander. You will hear from my lawyer.”

He rolled his eyes dramatically, “I always hear from Kim Namjoon.”

You were ready, you told yourself.

You expected this and you had been preparing yourself for when he finally left you. You weren’t foolish enough to think that he would want to stay when his brother came to get him. You knew despite what that man said, Suga would want to go back to his old life.

Why would he want to stay with you, you thought. You were a liability.

You would soon be a liability.

And now as you stood in the middle of the dark living room, with the sofa he had been sleeping on for months unmade with blanket thrown carelessly on the backrest of the sofa, your heart broke. You had always thought you were already acquainted with loneliness when you whole family perished. You thought you were used with loneliness.

But this was different.

This was a different kind of ache, one that you were sure you would never get over for the rest of your life. You were used to the silence, but heavens, the silence of not having him around was so fucking loud that you could not ignore it despite your best efforts. The space he occupied was too big that not having him here felt like a big gap…like something was clearly missing.

Yet, he returned.

The front door opened quietly, the moonlight seeping from the opened door. You jumped when he called for you, when he called you his angel.

“I-I thought you were leaving,” you confessed as you looked up to him. The shadows made him looked more sinister, and you would have been terrified had you not known him. You would have been scared had you not known how gentle he could be, how playful and soft he could be despite his grumpiness. You would have ran to the hills had you not known how carefully and softly he held your hand everyday as the two of you walked back to your home.

You would have been screaming for help had you not known how he looked at you with fondness in his eyes on mornings where you two sipped your coffee before leaving for work.

His silence, though, was unnerving. He stepped closer to you, so close that you had nowhere else to go but to him.

“Do you wish for me to leave?” He whispered as he caressed your face. He was never religious, but God, please let her say no, he prayed to whoever was willing to listen to him. “Because if you do, I will. I will walk out of that door this instant. You will never have to see or hear from me ever again.”

And he meant it. You were the only one he was willing to follow. You were the only one he would willingly marched to hell for. You were the first and only, he thought. “You only need to say a word and I will follow,” he stated with so much truth that you could do nothing but believe every word he said.

But your thoughts haunted you. You conscience was screaming too loud for you to let him go while you still could, to not subject him to misery with you. He was giving you an out and all the signs told you to let him go.

You should...right?

Right.

Slowly, you stepped back. His hands falling limply on his sides as he watched you took a step farther away from him, and all his demons told him that this was wrong. All his evilness told him that you shouldn't be far from him. But you were his angel. As much as it displaced him to have you far, he had to respect your wish.

Your silence was taken as an answer. Suga nodded his head in understanding as he watched you closed your bedroom door. As soon as you did, you knew you committed the worst mistake in your life. Here was a good thing. Here stood a magical thing that made you feel, and in your cowardice you turned your back on him.

Fuck it, you were exhausted of living as though you were in a borrowed time.

You wanted to truly live. You wanted to truly exist before this all went away.

Without any thought, you opened your door, prepared to run for him should he have left already.

Yet, what you saw was him standing in front of your door as though he was waiting, patiently waiting for you to come back to him. And you did.

“Stay,” you ordered as you clutched his biceps, looking up at his dark eyes, willing for him to see what you already accepted: you loved him.

Suga smiled, resting his forehead on yours. “I will, Angel,” he promised.

And he sealed it with a kiss.

Tip Jar Latibule VIII

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wintfleur · 5 months

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pictures that remind you of luke and stella? i love their sibling bond

ꔫ pictures that remind me of stella and luke

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°. — ( feel free to send any requests of things you would like to see in this series, or if you just want to share some thoughts! I would absolutely love that! Please comment if you would like to be added to the tag list! )

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ stella and Luke’s photo gallery ˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

.❀。they were genuinely the cutest kids, they always spent so much time together. Luke is a great big brother to Stella, always by her side and making sure she’s okay. This picture is taken when they family went out together. Stella was running after her older brothers who were playing tag, and stella tripped and fell and scratched up her knee. Poor Stella was crying as her dad cleaned her cuts, Stella stoped crying once Luke sat by her and held her hand. Luke kissed her cheek to make her feel better and Ellen just had to take a picture of the cute moment. 📸 by Ellen Hughes

.❀。these two are always falling asleep in the car. This picture was taken after the siblings decided to spend all day together, and after the fun day and the nice dinner the two youngest passed out in the back of the car, absolutely wrecked. Jack couldn’t help but laugh at how cute they looked and he snapped a picture to send in the group chat. Quinn definitely got onto Jack for having the flash on, saying that he could have woke them up. 📸 by Jack Hughes

.❀。(when I saw this picture it just screamed luke and Stella) Stella wasn’t in school yet, but she would go with her parents to take her siblings to school, and would always be there to greet them when they get home from school. Ugh Stella is so cute. This picture is when stella forgot to zip up her jacket and Luke made her stop so he could zip it up for her, saying that she can’t get sick 📸 by Jim Hughes

.❀。Ellen loved dressing luke and Stella up when they were younger and before they could complain. Everyone always assumed they that they were twins because they were almost always matching when they were little. They also always had a habit of holding hands, not wanting to loose each other 📸 by Ellen Hughes

.❀。as the youngest they were always the ones who enjoyed baking with there mom the most, and the ones that were always there to help. There’s always two moods in the kitchen with them, calm and sweet as they bake or chaotic, there’s never a middle ground. They love sneaking ingredients to eat, almost always blaming it on Jack. It’s funny because they never let Jack sneak cookie dough, but they always let Quinn have some. Stella kinda takes charge of the recipes and she leaves anything that involves the oven to Luke, she has a fear of the oven (Jack told her a scary story when she was little about falling into a oven, and it stuck with her) Stella and Luke loving baking together 📸 by Cole Caufield

.❀。Stella loves walking, but she gets tired from walking a lot. So Luke is always there to give her a piggyback ride. Sometimes Stella doesn’t even have to ask, he can tell when she’s getting tired so he just stops in front of her and motions for her to get on his back. Stella loves piggyback rides, especially from Luke because he’s so tall. 📸 by mark estapa

.❀。Stella and Luke can get pretty competitive with each other and Stella likes to prove that she can do anything that he can. So after Luke easily held Stella up she decided to try, they both couldn’t help but laugh as she tried, this picture was taken seconds before Luke fell on top of her. Let’s just say both of there stomachs were hurting from how hard they laughed 📸 by Trevor Zegras

.❀。Luke and Stella decided to go and visit Quinn in Vancouver, and let’s just say Stella wasn’t so happy when Quinn decided to wake them up early for breakfast. Luke found Stella’s grumpy mood hilarious and enjoyed teasing her all morning 📸 by Quinn Hughes

.❀。these two absolutely destroy each other in the snow, they show no mercy when they have snowball fights. They could be making a snowman together and then the next minute full on tackling each other in the snow. They could spend hours playing in the snow but sadly they are always told to come back inside after a little 📸 by Rutger McGroarty

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#⋆ ˚｡⋆୨👩🏻‍🎨୧˚ stella hughes au!#💌stellahughes!#luke hughes x reader #luke hughes #hughes brothers #hughes sister #jack hughes #quinn hughes #nhl imagine #umich imagine

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parmahamlarrie · 3 months

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Welcome back to another post for the directory of fic recs on my blog! If you would like a specific theme or trope, let me know! As always, these are all fics I have read and loved, not all the fics out there. You can find more University/College AU fics here! **This post will be updated as I have more fics in this theme to recommend!** rather be sad with you (than anywhere away from you) || @coffeehazza || 145.9k College AU, Roommates, Hurt/Comfort, Depression, Mild Angst, Friends to Lovers

knock, knock, I love you || beautlouis || 86k College AU, Virgin Harry, Fluff

The First Year || @parmahamlarrie || 46.9k Uni AU, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort, Badboy Louis, Soft Harry

Play Pretend, Find a Friend? || @angelichl || 40.2k College AU, Fake Relationship, Coming Out, Mild Homophobia

Just Tell Me the Song and I’ll Sing It || myownspark || 39.9k College AU, Baseball Player Harry, Romantic Gestures

voicemail sings a wreck || @falsegoodnight || 37k Omegaverse, College AU, American AU, Enemies to Lovers, Frat AU

Listen To Your Heart || @chloehl10 || 35k Deaf Harry, University AU, Childhood Friends to Lovers

with nothing but your t-shirt on || crybaby || 34.6k Camboy Harry, College AU, Daddy Kink

Tell Them We’re Like Magnets || @nobodymoves || 31.3k Girl Direction, College!AU, Friends to Lovers, Oblivious Idiots

secrets don’t make friends || @thedevilinmybrain || 30.2k 5 Times Fic, Established Relationship, College AU, Dom/Sub, Service Kink

Introduction to Dynamics || @juliusschmidt || 29.1k Omegaverse, Omega Louis, Presenting, Coming of Age, Uni AU, Strangers to Friends to Lovers

never been a fan of change, but we're still the same || @onlythebravest || 27.1k Omegaverse, Friends to Lovers, College AU, Hurt/Comfort, Drops, Nesting

if you keep holding me this way || thepriestthinksitsthedevil || 22.8k College AU, Dom/Sub, Friends to Lovers (kinda)

taken by lust’s strange inhumanity || @larrydoinglaundry || 20.6k Omegaverse, Alpha Louis, Omega Harry, College AU, Frat Brother Louis, Intersex Omega, Virgin Harry

your lips in the low light || @givesuethemoon || 20.6k College AU, Frat Boy Louis, Art Student Harry, Established Relationship, Halloween Party, Angst

Funny How The Stars Crossed Right || @loveislarryislove || 17.9k College AU, Photography Student Louis, Vet Student Harry

tonight’s not over (come over and stay) || @adoredontour || 17k Famous Harry, College Student Louis, Lots of Fluff

Your Eyes, For Me Series || Idzzdi || 16.8k Blind Louis, Sassy Louis, Strangers to Lovers, College AU

Stumbling Into Your Arms ABO verse || @sunshineandthemoonlight || 11.3k - 2 parts A/B/O, College AU, Train AU, Fluff

think i’ll take my chances || trackfive || 12.8k Sick Fic, Established Relationship, University AU, Fluff

edible stars || @solitudeandchaos || 10.7k Friends to Lovers, College AU, Light Dom/Sub

everything I can arrange, every part of me you change || orphan_account || 10k College AU, Friends to Lovers

my heart's against your chest, your lips pressed to my neck (I'm in love now) || @bottomhaztoplou || 8.8k A/B/O, College AU, Courting, Friends to Lovers, Roommates

That Should Be Me || @kenniewen || 8.6k College AU, Dom/Sub

Draw || dolce_piccante || 8.3k Nude Modeling, Uni AU

bright lights (she’s fading) || @loveloveolivia || 8k PWP, Girl Direction, College AU

Traffic Light || @dinosaursmate || 7.1k College AU, Friends with Benefits

You and Me Got a Whole Lot of Chemistry || @flamboyantommo || 6.9k Friends with Benefits, College AU

when we get intimate || rainblou || 6.5k Omegaverse, College AU, Ace Harry, Nesting

Use Your Words || zedi || 6.5k University AU, Jock Louis, Flower Child Harry

I’m sticking to you like glue || peanutbutterapple || 6.2k College AU, Sick Fic, Halloween, Fluff

Congratulations, it's a boy! || lovewasaprettylie || 6.2k Gender Dysphoria, Genderqueer Harry, College AU, Friends to Lovers

Beep the Horn || @flamboyantommo || 5.9k Halloween Fic, Friends to Lovers, Roommates, College/Uni AU

I’ll be There || @allwaswell16 || 5k Uni AU, Sick Louis, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Enemies to Lovers

Take Care || everysingleday || 4.8k College AU, Service Top Louis, Established Relationship

With All My Surrendered Hearts || @softandslow || 4.8k Established Relationship, College AU, Long Distance

Green Coffee and Morning People || InsightfulInsomniac || 3.7k College AU, Meet-Cute, Coffee

The Twenty Four Hour Cafe || @londonfoginacup || 3k Uni AU, Coffee Shop AU

Delicate || @fallinglikethis || 1.4k College AU, Punk Louis, Nerd Harry, Trapped in Elevator

#tracksintheam #trackinghappily #trackinghome #1dsource #fic rec #fic rec list #larry fic rec #my fic rec lists #college au #uni au

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artists-ally · 6 months

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{Train Wreck} Azriel x Cassian!Sister {Pt.1}

I am in love with this song, Train Wreck by Divide the Day and cannot get it out of my head. I feel like Azriel loves a good broken girl because she can relate to all of him. So here is the first part of that! Enjoy my loves!! lmk what you think!! (i got too excited waiting for the poll to end)

Word Count: 7,947

Warnings: Modern AU, OFC, angst, mentions of crimes, mentions of trauma, language, alcohol.

Summary: It has been far too long since Ira has seen her brother. They meet again under neither of their own terms and struggle to find any room in their hearts for pleasantries. But at least there is a hot, dark-haired, hot, buffer to focus on instead.

Tagging: @bubybubsters @librafairy @needylilgal022

Part Two

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“He’s going to say no.” No response from the peanut gallery in the front seat. “Seriously, he’s not going to be okay with this. You might as well let me out of the car now.”

“Will you just be quiet?” Arthur snapped, eyes locking with mine from the rearview mirror. “Need I remind you that this is your fault. You’ve left us with no other option.”

“I told you, it wasn’t me. That was-” “Cal, I remember the story. And that’s all that it is. A story, a fabrication that Arthur and I are no longer going to be entangled in. You may be able to fool the police with that lie, but you can’t fool us, Ira,” Dana snapped, whirling around to shoot me some daggers. She couldn’t look intimidating if she tried; her face was like a bunny, and every time she frowned it just looked like she smelled something rotten.

I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms. There was no way he was going to take me. We hadn’t spoken in almost five years, I didn’t even know he was alive until three months ago when I heard about his engagement. How fucking rude of him not to tell me. I had to find out through a friend of a friend.

Fifteen years growing up together meant nothing to him, I guess.

The big riverside house came into view at the end of an equally impressive driveway. A shame for whoever had to go and collect the mail every morning.

“Stay here, in the car,” Arthur barked.

I opened the door and got out of the car, kicking a few stones. Man this place was flashy; a big fountain in the circular driveway, a line of cars over by a garage. Not to mention the very obvious multi-million dollar mansion that never seemed to end.

“Lord, give me the strength to not strangle this child,” Arthur sighed, marching to the front door. I snickered, he was always so uptight.

“Not a child, Arthur,” I countered. “Just turned 21. You’d know that if you ever bothered to check up.”

“Give it a rest, Ira. We’re trying to help you since you clearly don’t understand the basic human morals of being a functioning member of society,” Dana said, opening the trunk, catching a bag as it tumbled from the stack.

“Sorry that I don’t like to conform to the idealistic fantasy that is modern society.”

Was it my plan to break into that restaurant and pose as waiters to make a few extra dollars? Yes, it absolutely was. And it was genius plan that if someone didn’t fuck up, it would’ve worked flawlessly. It ended with me in handcuffs and my ass sitting on the curb until Dana came to pick me up.

Was it also my idea to drive four fucking hours away from my hometown to the middle of nowhere to be babysat? Abso-fucking-lutely not.

“Get your stuff,” Dana dropped a few things to the ground.

I came around the side of the car and heard the door open, and that lovely voice of his ring through my head.

Great. This is going to go fantastic.

“Arthur? W-What are you doing here?” Cassian said.

Cassian, six-foot-five and one hell of a bastard. He knew just how to get under your skin and make you want to punch him in the face. Which I had done on more than one occasion when he dug too deep.

“Cassian, good to see you,” the old man said, extending his hand. “We uhh… we have something for you.”

“I don’t understand.”

I could hear the crunch of gravel and I knew what was about to happen. Any second now I was about to be publicly humiliated. I wish it was still the 1500’s where they parade you down the street and then execute you so I could at least see all the resentment on everyone’s faces.

“Dana!” I could practically hear that obnoxious grin in his voice before I could see it. “I was not expecting you guys, come in this is so awesome to-”

“She’s not the surprise, Cass,” Arthur clapped him on the shoulder and walked to the back of the car. There was a sharp yank on my elbow and I damn near tripped over him. He must’ve grown again because he was a lot taller than the last time I saw him. “She is.” “Ira?” He squinted, as if he could ever mistake me for someone else. “Holy shit, I didn’t even know you were still around.” “You’d know that if you ever bothered to check up on me,�� I couldn’t be bothered to be pleasant. Nothing about this would be fucking pleasent.

Cassian looked from Arthur to Dana, then back to me. And to the duffle bag that I was holding on to. I could see him connecting the dots inside his thick-ass skull. “No. No no no.”

“Cassian, she needs someone to look after her,” Dana expressed, chasing after him when he turned inside.

“You cannot just plop her on my doorstep like some stray dog,” Cass shouted, throwing his arms in the air and all around.

“She’s your sister, for fucks sake,” Arthur joined. “She needs you to look after her. Since you left Ira has done nothing but cause me a headache and gray hairs.”

“I’m right here, you know,” I walked over, throwing the bag down. “And I’d appreciate if you talked about me like a fucking human being, not some gag gift that is always shuffled around at christmas because no one wants it.”

“I have a family to take care of, I cannot take you in, Ira. I have too much going on.”

“Some things never change,” I huffed. “See, I told you he wouldn’t give me the time of day.”

“Now, let's just take this down a couple of notches, okay? It has been a long drive so why don’t we just go inside and-”

“Cass? What’s going on?”

Cassian scrunched his face, and my eyes went to the door, a pretty woman standing there with her arms folded. She had a scowl on her face and narrow eyes. Her long brown hair was braided over her shoulder.

“Nothing, these people were just-”

“Who’s here?” Another voice, a man, asked next. Now, if I had died and gone to heaven and you told me that was an angel, I’d believe you.

Cassian muttered something under his breath and rubbed his forehead. “Nesta, Rhys, this is Arthur and Dana. My foster parents from years ago. And this… this is my sister.”

“Your sister?” Both of them exclaimed at the same time. He didn’t even tell them about me? Some fucking brother he is. I didn’t want to be here, but now I really wanted to see where this was going to go. It could be entertaining.

“They were just-” “Come in come in,” the man stepped down and shook Arthur's hand. “I am Rhysand, call me Rhys. Welcome, we are so pleased to have you. Cassian never mentioned having visitors today.”

“It wasn’t planned,” Dana let out the fakest laugh I’ve ever heard. She was one of those people who, when nervous, laughed after every sentence. Like come on lady, grow a set and just say what you really mean it’s not that hard.

I smiled victoriously as Arthur and Dana were escorted inside. When I looked up at Cassian, he had rage in his eyes. “Good to see you too, Cassie.”

“Do not,” he pointed at me. “You are not staying here, whenever this little tour is over, you’re gone with them.”

“Gladly.”

I closed the trunk and followed behind a storming Cassian. His shoulders might as well have been pinned to his ears. It looked like a stick was shoved up his ass.

The house was absolutely massive. I thought shit like this only existed in fairytales, not… wherever the fuck we were. Certainly not my normal run-down streets I was used to. There were cabinets filled with fine dishes and things were on display. Everywhere. I don’t think I have seen so many things before in my life.

While Cassian pouted in the corner, the man named Rhys showed us all around. He pointed and spoke, but I received a text on my phone.

Cal: your a piece of shit I hope you know that

Me: You’re* but it’s fine.

Cal: i cannot believe you fucking left me

Me: Whoops. Sorry bud, I couldn’t stick around. You dicked me over so… guess that karma’s a bitch.

Cal: you know I’m bad with names

Me: WE USED EACH OTHERS!!!!!! HOW HARD CAN IT BE TO FORGET MY NAME!

Cal: hopefully pretty fucking easy because I don’t ever want to fucking see you ever again. fuck you ira

Me: Right back atcha, asshole.

Great, now the only person that I had remotely trusted was out of my life. I had no one back in my hometown. No one to remember or care for me. I don’t think I ever had someone in the first place. What happens when you don’t have anyone to teach you right from wrong? What do you get when you mix a traumatized teenager in a city with nothing to do? A hot mess. A hot fucking mess.

“Oh, and this is my wife Feyre. My darling, this is Arthur, Dana, and Ira, Cassian’s foster parents and his sister,” Rhys spared me a glance and I scrunched my face. Had Cassian really never bothered to tell them about me?

“Wow,” she had a small smile on her pretty face. Why was everyone here so pretty? “You look just like him. You both have the same eyes. And the same hair.”

“Great, what I’ve always wanted to be. Cassian's clone.” I couldn’t stop the eye roll.

“Ira,” Dana hissed. “Some manners?”

“Thank you, your Royal Highness.”

Dana smacked her forehead, mumbling something about gray hairs and a headache again. I chuckled. I thought it was funny. Especially the curtsy.

“Why don’t you all stay for dinner, I wouldn’t mind getting to know some of Cassian’s family,” Feyre said, that small smile still on her lips. We had all meandered outside to look at their yard, at the fountain in the front of the house.

To no one's surprise, there was a matching one in the back by the pool.

“Oh, we really have to get back on the road,” Arthur said, folding his hands together and swaying on his feet. “It was a pleasure getting to meet all of you, it makes me happy knowing that Cassian has found such a great group of successful, intelligent people.”

That last part was vehemently directed at me.

“Why are you looking at me? Cassian already said that I couldn’t stay.”

“Well I am sure that-”

“Why wouldn’t you stay?” Rhys asked, folding his arms against his chest.

I looked at Dana and Arthur, patiently waiting for someone to explain it. No takers? Guess it’s my time to shine. “Well, I think it’s because he doesn’t give a flying fuck about-”

“Okay okay,” Cassian interjected, and a devious grin spread across my lips. “Stay for dinner.”

What a two faced son of a bitch. It wasn’t me who decided to leave, it was him. And he’s pissed at me? Not fucking fair. We all went inside, but Cassian lingered at the back of the pack. While Rhys took Dana and Arthur around to the kitchen, Cassian yanked me– why was everyone throwing me around– into a room off to the side.

“What the fuck did you do this time?”

“Wow, Cassie-”

“Do not call me that.”

He used to hate it when I called him Cassie. Especially around his friends because they would make fun of him for days after. I loved that.

“No hi, how are you? No ‘it's good to see that my sister is alive and doing well?’” “Clearly not well enough since they dragged you all the way out here. How the hell did you even find me?” Cassian’s eyes were full of fire. Looks like he still had that canyon of a line between his bushy-ass-eyebrows when he was upset.

“I know a guy,” I shrugged. Antoine is an amazing man. “But that’s besides the point. Wait… were you purposefully trying to disappear so I wouldn’t be able to find you?”

“What. Did. You. Do?”

I swallowed, I hated when he scolded me. “It wasn’t even that bad. They just gave me community service.”

“Jesus Christ, Ira. What did they want to give you?” Cassian shouted for the whole house to hear.

“Doesn’t matter, I got myself out of it. Like I always do, without your fucking help. I am capable of taking care of myself without you.”

“Yeah you seem to be doing a swell job,” Cassian looked me up and down, clearly judging my tangled hair and ripped up jeans that I’ve probably had since middle school. “I thought all of this was behind you, Ira. When I left you were-”

“Abandoned. You didn’t leave, you abandoned me.”

Cassian relaxed his shoulders. “You know if I could’ve taken you with me I would’ve.”

“No you wouldn’t have.” I was waiting for him to argue, to deny that fact. But he didn’t, and his haunting silence was enough of an answer. I scoffed, a hard, bitter noise. “You know I don’t blame you, no one would want to take a juvenile delinquent anywhere, especially somewhere like this place.”

“Ira-” “Save you’re fucking breath, Cass. You don’t have to pretend around me, you’ve never had to. Just play along with it for one night and I’ll be gone by the morning. Then I won’t have to be your liability to shoulder ever again.”

I didn’t wait around to see his response. Somewhere deep inside I was actually excited to see him. To meet the person my scrawny, gangly brother had turned into. Now he was… a man. Like a real man. I never thought I’d see him with long hair, but here we are. He was tall and muscular and had long hair. Shoulder length, but the longest I’ve ever seen it. It suited him.

He looked healthy. He looked happy. For fucks sake he was engaged. Albeit to the most terrifying looking woman I’ve ever seen, but they looked like they somehow worked. I feel like Nesta and I would be great friends. Cause a lot of trouble together. Piss off Cass together

I found Dana and Arthur with glasses of wine around a large table, two other women that I hadn’t met yet.

“Ahh, this is her,” Rhys stood up, putting his hands on my shoulders. “This is Ira, Cassian’s sister.”

“After all this time,” a pretty blonde woman spoke, looking at me from head to toe. “Who knew Cassian could keep you a secret.”

“You look just like him,” a girl who looked similarly to Feyre said, eyes wide. “I’m Elain. And that’s Morrigan.”

“Mor is fine, dear,” Mor smiled, coming over to me and Rhys. “Would you like to see the rest of the house?”

“Absolutely,” I grinned, linking her elbow with mine when she offered. I knew Cassian had walked into the room because of his massive feet against the floor. He said something, but I didn’t care because I was giggling with Mor as we rounded a corner to a set of stairs.

“I know Elain said this already, but fuck you look like Cassian,” she laughed, opening a room and revealing a giant bed with a balcony on the other side of some french doors.

“It gets really fucking annoying,” I rolled my eyes. “You don’t have something I could change into, do you?”

“Oh, of course. Let's go find you something. You were saying about Cassian?”

“Right, it’s a constant reminder of that prick every time I look in the mirror.”

“Uh oh, trouble in paradise?”

“Trouble in a goddamn nightmare,” I groaned, sitting on the corner of her bed while she rummaged through a closet. “I mean, it has been five years since I’ve seen the guy, and he still looks like the same idiot who used to pay me to do his laundry.”

“He what?” Mor gasped.

“Yeah. He threw one red sock in with the whites and vowed to neer do it again. So I, the natural entrepreneur, snagged up the opportunity to take his allowance. Five bucks a wash was a good deal considering he needed to have a load done twice a week. And god did it smell.”

“Well, in the five years since I’ve known him, it hasn’t gotten any better. And suddenly it makes a lot more sense when I see Rhys doing more laundry than anyone else. Interesting.”

I shook my head. I guess things haven't really changed. I’ve been saying that way too much in the past half hour we’ve been here. Could this go any slower? Like seriously, why couldn’t Dana and Arthur leave, then I would pretend to be good for a few hours until the sun goes down. I’ll make my way to the nearest bus stop and hitch-hike it all the way back.

Mor came out and held up a gorgeous top; it was a powder blue color with a square neckline and long, puff sleeves. She tossed it my way and then ran back in there for something on the bottom.

“What’s your style? Skirt? Jeans? Leggings?” Mor called, and by the muffled noise, I could tell her closet was huge.

A dream.

“I’ll take a skirt if you have one,” I said, rubbing the fabric between my fingers. “Leather maybe? Or just black.”

“You’ve got good taste,” she smirked, coming out and handing me a black leather skirt. “Exactly what I would’ve gone with. The bathroom is right through there, I’m gonna head back down stairs and just come down whenever you’re ready. Oh, and if you want to do your hair, everything is in the drawer in the vanity. The big one on the right.”

I looked at her with soft eyes. I’ve always wanted to have a sister to do all that girly shit with. To gossip and do makeup at three in the morning, giggling and laughing until we can’t breathe.

But I can’t get too attached. She’s clearly just being nice, just being a good person. I know nothing about her, I can’t just trust her.

So I nodded, heading off and closing the door behind me. Fuck. This was a big ass bathroom. A huge freestanding tub and an equally impressive shower.

I shed my shirt and folded it up haphazardly, same with my jeans. The shirt she gave me made my boobs look fantastic. There wasn’t a ton there, but more than enough to fill out the shirt. The skirt was a bit of a different story. Clearly Mor had never been to a gym because there was no way my ass was fitting in that.

Thankfully I had learned a trick from a friend. That friend was the internet. And that trick was a skill I had developed from stealing whatever clothes I could get my hands on. I had to make it work somehow. But I found a hair tie and looped it through the hole where the button was in the middle, hooking it around the button and back through.

As good as it was going to get.

My hair wasn’t awful, just a little greasy and wind blown from being outside. There was some dry shampoo and a comb. It would do the trick.

Much like everyone has already pointed out, the hair that Cassian and I shared was a little unruly. It only curled through the ends and was wavy the rest of the way. And the baby hairs? Forget about it, I was better just cutting them off.

I looked in the mirror. Well… it was certainly an outfit. I definitely had an appropriate amount of clothes on my body for a family dinner. The shirt only came up to my underboob and the skirt barely covered where my ass met my thighs.

It did wonders for my self confidence. Guess it’ll have to do.

When I got back downstairs, there was a light chatter in the air. But it stopped the second I walked in the room. Especially when Dana saw what I was wearing.

No one spoke as I sat down and poured some water from the pitcher into my glass. I made sure to make my sip as obnoxious and dramatic as possible. Man I was starving.

Thankfully conversation between Rhys, Feyre, and Dana resumed and the silence wasn’t eating me alive. I took out my phone and scrolled through instagram, posting a picture of a lake I had taken on my up here. It was a semi nice drive, very peaceful, but very very far from the shit-hole I used to call home.

“How do all of you know each other?” Arthur asked.

“Well I met Cassian when we were in high school, as well as our other friend Azriel. We made a deal with each other that when we graduate, we would do everything in our power to become the most powerful business owners we could. As you can see, that little pact is working quite well.” “How long have you lived here?” Dana asked next, clearly eyeing up Rhys.

“For about three years now?” Mor answered, Rhys nodded. “We kind of all found each other on the same paths and stuck together. We sort of own and share everything around here.”

“That is lovely,” Dana smiled. “And what do you do?”

“I own a casino and a neighboring hotel,” Rhys smiled. All the alarm bells were going off in my head. A big cartoon ‘cha-ching’ right there with it. He ran a casino? And a hotel? Oh boy this could be good. “Cassian runs the whole thing, and Azriel kind of has his own thing.”

“Who’s Azriel?” Arthur unfolded the napkin and laid it across his lap.

“He is our other friend,” Cassian butted in, lips pressed in that line that I remembered. “He’ll be by later.”

“Great,” I rolled my eyes. “More people.”

“Will you please be polite for once in your life?” Dana whisper-yelled, clearly not being discrete enough since everyone looked at us.

I just shut my mouth, grinding my teeth. It’s not worth it, it's not worth it, I told myself. A few moments later, a large tray with some type of bird on it came out. It was too big to be a chicken, but too small to be a turkey? Duck maybe? I don’t know, it didn’t matter. It was food.

Everyone around me took their time while I ate like a heathen. Putting a little bit of everything on my plate and scarfing it down like someone was going to take it away from me.

It was so funny to see the look of pure hatred and disgust on Cassian’s stupid face.

I swear, pissing off a sibling, especially an older one, has got to be the most satisfying thing in the world. Except for maybe sex. That was a close second.

And whatever this food was was a close third.

“So, Ira. What do you like to do?”

Here we go.

“I kind of have many hobbies.” I could see Cassian’s eyes narrow from across the table.

“Like?” Rhys stuck a green bean in his mouth.

“Uhh, f-fashion. And I’m very good at handling money. Other people's money. As well as picking locks and hotwiring cars-”

“She’s joking,” Cassian gave the fakest laugh– besides Dana’s– that I’ve ever heard. “We used to play cops and robbers when we were little, she always wanted to be the robber.”

“Did I?’”

“Yes,” he practically growled. “You did.”

This was crazy. This was actually crazy to be doing this right now. If I had any particular feeling about the things I did, guilty and ashamed were not some of them. Who gave a fuck if I stole from Walmart or faked being a waitress to make a few extra bucks? If anything they should be thanking me for the extra set of hands. Which they didn’t have to pay for.

It wasn’t like I stole the Mona Lisa for fucks sake.

“I guess I did.”

“What was Cassian like growing up? I can only imagine some of the stories you have,” Nesta chimed in from next to Cassian.

“Oh my god one time, Cassian was making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich-”

“Do not-”

“And he thought that the peanut butter was in the fridge for some reason. Turns out he grabbed a bottle of dijon mustard and used that instead. He took one bite and threw up everywhere. It took Dana a week to get the smell out of the kitchen.”

Everyone grimaced, poking fun at Cassian for making a jelly-mustard sandwich. “I guess that explains the nausea every time I make one.”

“You still can’t stomach even the smell?” My eyes were a little wide. That had to have been from when we were still in elementary school.

“Nope,” Cassian’s tone was harsh, fork forceful as it went into his mouth.

“Ira told me that you used to pay her to do your laundry because you fucked it up one time,” Mor snickered from her corner, Elain covering her lips with her hand to keep the water inside her mouth.

“Seriously?” Cassian glared at me.

“Hey, she asked. Those are trade sibling secrets, I wouldn’t dare give those away without something in return,” I gestured to my new outfit. Just and FYI, I would’ve told Mor regardless.

“Yes you would.”

Yes, I absolutely would. “Lighten up,” here it comes, “Cassie.”

Cheers and laughs raised in the air, Rhys punching Cassian in the shoulder and saying the nickname over and over again. He gave me the nastiest look, but I just tipped my glass towards him.

“What is everyone laughing about?” A new voice said from over my shoulder. When I turned to look… holy mother of Jesus fucking-

“Azriel,” Rhys, still in a fit of laughter. “Listen to this. Our beloved Cassie used to pay his sister to do his laundry. And I found out the reason he runs away whenever any of us set peanut butter on the counter.”

“Sister?”

Okay, I was surely in heaven. Or hell, and he was some sort of demon prince because… someone help me. If I thought Rhys was attractive then… fuck he’s hot. Unnaturally hot. Otherworldly hot.

“Azriel, this is my sister. Ira,” Cassian gestured to me without looking. “This is Azriel.”

He was so hot. That was the only thing going through my mind. He was exactly my type. And he was fucking ripped. I could tell. I didn’t need to see under the shirt he was barely wearing. It was so tight in all the right places. Fuck he was pretty to look at.

“Nice to meet you,” I tumbled out.

Azriel gave a not-so-subtle look at me, but didn’t say anything as he moved to sit with us. Unfortunately he sat on the other side of Mor, who was to my left so I wouldn’t be able to look at him. That’s all I wanted to do was just drink him in and think about those massive fucking hands on my-

A sharp kick to my shin had me wincing. When I looked up, Cassian met my heated gaze.

Don’t even think about it, he mouthed, sliding a thumb across his throat.

One raise of my eyebrow told him I was up for the challenge. I could see his jaw clench, and that only made me more enticed. Azriel was hot, and so was I. I’d make it happen one way or another.

I couldn’t have told you what happened next, I was far too busy thinking about Azriel. Man he was… he was so fucking good looking. He had these lighter colored eyes, hazel I think. And a dark mess of hair. I’m sure he looked like a Greek god under those clothes of his, too.

“And you’re engaged? That’s wonderful, Cassian. I am so happy for you,” Dana gushed while looking at Nesta’s ring. “Congratulations, you two. Do you have a date picked out?”

“No,” Nesta said sternly. “We are just going to wait things out. Until both of us feel ready.”

Cassian nodded, not offering up any words.

“What would you guys like for dessert?” Rhys asked, listing off a few options. I stopped paying attention after chocolate cake because who would want to hear anything else?

“I’m afraid we better get on the road, it is a long drive back to our home. Thank you for dinner, it was delicious,” Arthur stood up from the table, shaking Rhys’s hand. “Cassian, a word, please?”

With a deep breath, Cassian stood up and followed the old man out of the room.

“Okay, now that he’s gone, can we all agree that there is something wrong with him? I’ve never seen him so… so rigid in my life,” Mor blew out air from her lips, shaking her head.

“I think I better uhh… better explain a little bit.” My heart sped up a bit. “Dana and Arthur are kind of fed up with me so they’re just gonna take off. And leave me here. But don’t worry, I’m just gonna find a bus stop in the morning and be gone before any of you wake up. No biggie.”

The room was silent except for my fork scratching on the plate. When I looked up, everyone was looking at me funny.

“Ira, what? They’re gonna leave you here?” “It is a long story. And they think I need a role model to get my life together. Why Cassian is that role model I’ll never understand because the last I knew of him he was just as irresponsible as I was.”

Rhys took a sip of wine, “How long has it been since you’ve seen each other?”

“Five-six years now I think? I don’t know, I stopped counting after eight months,” I shrugged. Truth is I haven’t stopped counting the days since he left. I took a big piece of this chocolate cake into my mouth. “Fuck, this is good.”

“What happened?”

“We are lightyears away from you being able to ask that,” I laughed. “No offense but, it’s none of your fucking business.”

Again, the room was silent, except for a small snort at the end of the table. It wasn’t Elain because she was so red she looked like she was gonna pass out. And the only other one was Azriel.

“Hint taken,” Rhys pressed his lips in a flat line. “Well, you are Cassian’s family, so you are always welcome in our home.”

“Trust me, I don’t want to be here any more than you want me to be. I’ll figure it out, I always have. It’ll be like I was never here,” I took another forkful and shoved it in. Damn, I was gonna miss this cake. “So, Rhys, you own a casino and a hotel. What do the rest of you do?”

“Well, Cassian runs the casino and hotel,” Rhys pointed out again. “Azriel owns and runs the adjacent club attached. We basically have our own empire here.”

“Sounds fun,” I smirked. He owned a club? Could he get any hotter? “What about you Mor.”

“I am the best fucking bartender this place has seen,” her grin matched my own. “And I model here and there.” “Badass.” “I have an art studio. I teach classes and do some workshops,” Feyre said. “But most of the time I am at home with our son Nyx. He is… he’s a handful. A spoiled handful.”

“Hey,” Mor said, “to be fair, he is the first kid in our group, what did you expect?”

“He’s barely two, he doesn’t need designer clothes that he won’t fit into after a few months anyway. It's a waste of money.”

“Feyre, darling, I don’t know if you’ve looked around, but we kind of have a lot of money. It could use some wasting,” Rhys patted her thigh under the table.

I can only hope to have enough financial security to be able to say sentences like that. They could probably retire right now, all of them, and never make a dent in their fortune. Lucky bastards.

“What is it that you do, Ira?” Azriel poked his head from around Mor.

“Oh,” fuck fuck fuck fuck. What the hell was I supposed to say? Certainly the fact that I commit petty crimes won’t go over well. “I’ve had a lot of jobs. I don’t have a set career yet.”

“So hot-wiring cars is just a hobby then?”

A stream of water shot out of Mor’s mouth and onto the table. How did he even hear that?

“It’s a skill. Don’t come crying to me when your battery dies and you don’t wanna pay a hundred and fifty dollars for Triple A to come and pick up your ass,” I deflected. Another skill I had built up over the years.

“And the locks?” Wow, he was kind of an asshole with supersonic hearing. I could see why he and Cassian hung around together.

“I was a locksmith,” I mustered up my best smile and scooted my chair so I was sitting at an angle.

“Ah, so it wasn’t just the ‘cops and robbers’ you and Cassie used to play growing up. Good to know,” Azriel wiped the corners of his mouth with his napkin. He stood up, saying something about having to leave because he had to open up. Just as he was walking by, I stuck my toe into the walkway and he tripped over me.

Azriel all but went through the wall, Cassian coming around at the last second and catching his arm.

“You alright?” He asked as Azriel straightened himself out.

“Yup. Fine.” The glare he gave me sent a shiver down my spine and a smirk curled at my lips. Two can play that game, mother fucker.

I, very gracefully, scratched the corner of my nose with my middle finger. He got the message. But so did Cassian.

“Your stuff is in the driveway. Go get it and meet me upstairs.” Cassian looked so pissed off. His shoulders were pinned to his ears again as he stalked away, that silence settling back in the room.

“Guess that’s my cue to get a move on. Thank you everyone, a pleasure to meet you all,” I said with a genuine tone. They were all cool, and some part of me wishes I could have what they all have. Trust in one another.

The three duffle bags and backpack were not light as I carried them up the stairs, trying not to knock over all the decorations and pictures on the wall. One of them didn’t survive. It crashed all the way down and shattered on the hardwood floor. Cassian cursed from somewhere.

With a thud, I let go of all the bags in some random room at the end of the hall. It was barely big enough to call a hobbit hole. There wasn’t a window or a real bed, just some cot with a pillow and a blanket. “Glamourous.”

“It’s the best that I could do,” Cassian all but rolled his eyes.

“A couch would’ve been better,” I plopped down on the taught fabric, bouncing a little. “Sorry about the frame.” “It’s fine,” he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Look, Ira I’m sorry about how I left you.” “Yeah well apologies don’t mean a fucking thing to me unless you fix it, Cassian,” I folded my arms over my chest. “And for the record, I would’ve understood if you would’ve just fucking told me what was going on. Instead, not only did you not tell me, you ghosted me.” “I know.” I just blinked up at him, waiting for an explanation. “Well?”

Nothing. Not even a strangled breath. “I just had to.”

“That’s the best you can do? Are you seriously still that fucking thick in the head?” “I didn’t have a choice, Ira,” he shouted.

“Yes,” I nodded. “You absolutely had a choice. You could’ve at least left me a fucking note with a number on it so I could talk to you. You were all I had, Cass. All I fucking had and you just disappeared. What did you expect me to do?"

Cassian shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I-I don’t know. I thought you’d get yourself together and make it out too. Build your own empire, like the one we have here.”

“In case you forgot, I didn’t get to finish school like you did.”

“Well that’s not my fault.”

The fucking nerve. I stood up, barely coming to his chest, and smacked him across the face. His head jerked to the side, and his mouth fell open. I shoved him into the wall on the other side of the hallway and he fell into it.

“You are a piece of fucking shit Cassian.”

“Ira-” “Did you really think that I would end up alright without you there? Could you really be that fucking stupid?”

“I didn’t think that-”

“Of course you didn’t. You never have. You’ve only ever thought about yourself and what would benefit you. You never gave a shit about me, I was just a burden you couldn’t get rid of.” “That’s not true,” he gritted his teeth.

“Tell me that I am not a constant reminder of dad. Or mom. Tell me.” I waited for a response. When nothing came, I felt the nausea roll through my body. “You are one sorry son of a bitch Cassian.”

“Jesus Ira you think I wanted to abandon you?” “You haven’t given me one other reason to believe anything different,” I was screaming now. I didn’t care if anyone else heard. “The last memory I have of you is seeing you packing a fucking bag and climbing out your window, what else am I supposed to believe about you?”

A door clicked open, and Azriel emerged. He looked at us with raised eyebrows. He had changed into all black. Fuck him and his good looks and his perpetually messy hair that I wanted to tug on.

“Everything alright?”

No, you fucking prick.

“Just re-kindling our sibling rivalry,” I gave a mocking look, staring down Azriel. “Mind your own damn business. This doesn’t concern you.”

“Ira,” Cassian said, somewhat appalled.

“Just fuck off, Cassian,” I waved my hand at him. “Like I said, I’ll be gone in the morning and you don’t ever have to worry about making it up to me again because you won’t be able to. Hope you are happy living in your perfect little bubble with your perfectly little circle. Hope they’re all more important to you than I ever was.”

I slammed the door shut quicker than he could get a response out, leaning against it. I hadn’t ever realized that I was shaking.

Whatever. Fuck him too. I don’t need Cassian. I haven’t needed him for the past six years. God, had it really been that long?

There was no use in unpacking so I just piled the bags in the corner of the room. And there was also nothing to do besides lay down simply because there wasn’t enough room to do anything else.

Maybe when everyone has gone to sleep, or home, I’ll go sneak around. Take something just to piss him off. Nothing too valuable, but something really inconvenient like all the salt and pepper shakers or all the spoons. Or one of the Corvettes in the driveway.

I could easily pick out which one was his; the yellow one with the black stripes on the hood. He always loved to be bold. How he fit in there I’ll never know.

My mind was racing with thoughts, but eventually I had fallen asleep because the sun was peeking through the crack under my door. I stirred and sat up, tucking my boob back into the shirt since it slipped out. Not my proudest moment for sure.

I changed into a hoodie and some other jeans, folding the shirt and skirt up to give back to Mor. It didn’t feel right to take them. She didn’t do anything wrong.

With far more precision, I made it downstairs to the front door. It unlocked easily, thankfully no alarm system went off. The chill of the early morning greeted me and I slipped out silently.

Fuck, this driveway was long. Couldn’t they be normal and have a normal fucking sized driveway? It was so unnecessary.

And of course there was nothing at the end of it. Just the road and nothing else. Not another house or anything. Who knows how far it could be until a bus station. Hopefully this place wasn’t filled with a bunch of weirdos and I wouldn’t get kidnapped.

The thought of carrying all these bags for miles would tear up my back and shoulders. I didn’t have that much but… I needed all of it.

“Ira!”

I whirled around and saw a Cassian shaped silhouette coming down the driveway. Oh great.

“Come to demand I pay for the broken frame?” “Stay.”

What? “What?”

Cassian breathed heavily, “Stay. I-I am so sorry for what I said. And you’re right, I don’t ever think of anyone other than myself. And I’m sorry I never told you where I was going. I want to fix it, but I can’t if you don’t at least let me try.”

I dropped the bags, totally not believing what I was hearing. “And what if I don’t give a flying fuck if you want to or not?”

Cassian completely deflated. “Please, Ira. I made a promise to Dana and Robert that I would look after you. I miss you. There hasn’t been a day that’s gone by where I don’t feel like a piece of shit for what I did."

So what if he made a promise to Dana and Arthur? He made a promise to me first. To always stick together. To always be there. He hung me out to dry before I even had a chance to notice.

I fucking hated Cassian. More than anything right now I wanted to watch him be boiled alive. Could he really even help me anyway? What was the fucking point of any of this? I was already humiliated, and dragging innocent people into my bullshit surely didn’t help.

Throw Cassian back into the mix and my kleptomaniac behaviors will definitely skyrockets.

“Why should I?”

“Because what other option do you realistically have?”

“That is not fair,” I flare my nostrils. “You have no right to waltz back into my life and pretend you give a shit about me.”

“You were the one who was dropped on my doorstep,” Cassian pointed out, making my stomach drop.

“You know, you’re doing a shit job at showing that you legitimately want me to stay, asshole.” I was getting a little angry. Good things did not happen when I felt betrayed. “And for the record, I tried to talk them out of bringing me here, but they went around me and got a fucking court order. So, whether you want to believe it or not, it was not my choice to be here. I can’t even go back with Dana and Arthur because there will be a warrant out for my arrest.”

“Shit…” Cassian dragged a hand over his face. “Ira I’m-”

“Sorry. I know. But you lost the privilege of my forgiveness long ago. It is gonna take a hell of a lot more than ‘I’m sorry’ to fix what you’ve done to me.”

“I know, I know,” Cassian softened his eyes and his voice, standing tall in front of me. “Just… give me something. Anything, and I will never betray you ever again.”

Should I believe him? I have no fucking idea what to do. All my alarm bells are telling me to run and don’t look back, but that gaping pit in my stomach is melting into him and those stupid fucking puppy dog eyes of his. So unfair.

This was gonna be a rough fucking time. Nothing about this was going to be easy, but… he was right. I didn’t have another option. And maybe there was something salvageable between Cassian and I. It would take a hell of a lot of convincing to be able to trust him ever again, but he was still Cassie. That same smug son of a bitch who gave the best hugs in the world.

If he wanted me to stay, there were going to have to be some sacrifices on his end. Mostly just to piss him off and make him sulk.

“I want a real fucking room.”

“Any one in the house.”

“I want yours.”

“Absolutely not,” Cassian furrowed his brow. “Plus, I don’t even live here anymore. Just Rhys, Feyre and Nyx. Nesta, Azriel and I live in the next town.”

“So what, you all just visit together and pretend to be a big happy family?” I scoffed, kicking a stone.

“We don’t pretend, Ira,” he didn’t say it rudely, but more matter of fact-ly. And he looked at me like I had never known what a family was. I guess he forgot that when he left it kind of ruined me. Or again maybe he just didn’t care what it would do to me back then.

Cassian looked sad. Not depressed or upset, just sad.

“Your room or I’m gonna walk away right now.” There was no room for negotiating in my voice. I could see the conflict in his eyes, but with a sigh he gave in.

“Fine, you can have my room here,” Cassian rolled his eyes dramatically.

“Was that so hard?”

“Yes,” he nodded. “Actually it was. I spent weeks designing that room. All for it to go to fucking waste.” “Sucks to suck I guess,” I smirked, shouldering two of my bags. “I’m gonna work hard, you know. I’m tired of always being in the fucking mud.”

“Yes, you are going to work hard. You’re going to have to follow some rules and check in. And you’re gonna have a curfew.”

“A curfew? What am I, thirteen?”

“Until you can prove to me that you’re not gonna go and rob a bank, yes, you’ll have a curfew,” Cassian picked up my other bags and started walking back to the house. “We’re gonna find you a job because I will not be funding your operation.”

“What happened to ‘we have a lot of money. It could use some wasting’?”

“Rhys wasn’t wrong,” Cassian said. “But just because we have it doesn’t mean you get access to it.”

“Jeez, sorry I brought it up, grumpy pants,” my turn to roll my eyes. “And what kind of rules anyway?”

“We’ll talk about it later. Some of us like to get a full eight hours of sleep every day so I am going back to bed. You’re not allowed to leave the house until I say so, so find something to do.”

“Or someone,” I whispered to myself. But Cassian heard. “A joke.”

“Don’t think I didn’t notice you eye fucking Azriel,” Cassian practically gagged. “That is one of your rules. You are not allowed to be engaged with him in any type of way. The last thing he needs right now is you.”

“Right to the heart.”

“I mean it, he’s been through a lot the past year and a half. It took him a long time to get to where he is and I won’t let you ruin it for him,” Cassian said possessively. “He, along with everyone else, is my family. Fuck with them and you’re dealing with me.” “News flash, buddy, so am I. We share the same DNA, and hair and eyes according to everyone else on the fucking planet,” I genuinely could not see it.

“Ira, I’m serious. If you fuck around with Azriel and I find out I sweat to-”

“Jesus, calm down Vengeance. Gotham is safe from the Joker,” I followed him inside, clicking the door shut behind me. “I won’t get involved with Azriel.”

“Good.”

Life is too short to not fuck who you want, who gives a shit about what other people think. Sorry Cassian, but I am gonna fucking break that promise if it’s the last thing I do. And so help me god when I do get my hands on him because I’ll never let go.

#acotar fanfic #acotar fanfiction #azriel #acotar fandom #acotar #azriel shadowsinger #azriel acotar #azriel x ofc #azriel x oc #a court of thorns and roses #acosf #cassian acotar #acomaf #acowar #acotar fic

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terrestrialnoob · 2 years

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Found Again

Long Lost Part 2

Danny Phantom x Batman Crossover. Damian and Danny Twins AU

Danny floated near the ceiling of his bedroom when Jazz opened the door.

“You didn’t come to dinner, so I brought you something,” she said, slightly lifting the tray of food she’d brought towards him.

Danny poked at one of the glowing stars stuck on his ceiling.

Jazz stood there for a moment then said, “I heard you got summoned today?”

Danny went a little ridged and glanced down at his sister.

She hummed then set the tray on what little clear space there was on top of his dresser. She walked over to his bed and bounced slightly as she plopped down onto it. “Sam and Tucker didn’t say anything about who or what summoned you, but they said you came back more mad than usual.”

Danny sighed and lowered himself onto his bed. There was a long silence; Danny could feel Jazz waiting but she was leaving it up to him to decide if this was the conversation he wanted to have.

“My brother and father summoned me.” Danny said softly.

Jazz’s eyes went wide, “Really? They wanted to talk to you?”

“No,” Danny spat bitterly, “They wanted help from the ghost king, they weren’t expecting me.”

“Oh,” Jazz took a deep breath and after a moment, prompted, “So, what happened?”

“Tyranys was in Gotham,” Danny started easily, “I don’t know why he was there and not here in Amity. I mean, there was something there that had a pretty strong pull, but not enough to bring something that big there.”

“And you’re a hero, so of course you helped,” Jazz said and Danny blushed slightly. “It doesn’t look like you got too hurt?”

“Tyranys of the Rage feeds of fear and anger, more so than a normal ghost does. I bet that’s part of the reason he went there. The thing that is there that does pull is very, very angry. And once there, he made more fear and anger, and got bigger and bigger, and even Batman couldn’t figure out how to handle him.”

“And then a real superhero showed up and kicked his butt!” Jazz laughed and Danny rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, there was some British guy who looked the way I do when I pull an all-nighter, who I think did the actual summoning. My brother and father just happened to be there, I think.”

“You’ve said they’re fighters,” Jazz said, knowing that Danny didn’t like talking about his birth family. “Were they also there to help with Tyranys?”

Danny nodded, “I think so, yeah.”

There was a beat of silence before Jazz asked, “So, how did it go?”

“Horrible!” Dany groaned, “Like, I don’t know what I was expecting! I already hate being summoned - I wasn’t even who they were trying to summon. They didn’t even say hello, they just tell the magician who summoned me my name! Then they tell me about Tyranys wrecking Gotham. I don’t get - Fucking anything! You know, I just – Look! I get that an apology is a lot to ask for from someone like Damian, but, I just… I couldn’t tell if he was sad or if he missed me or if… did- did he mourn me?”

Jazz gently pulled Danny into a hug. There was along silence before Jazz said, “I don’t know about anyone else, but I would mourn. If anything happened to you, I’d probably burn down the whole city. I’d kill everyone in this room and then myself.”

Danny laughed at her awkward meme, probably trying not to cry too. He pulled out of her hug and looked out the window at the city, “Well, we both know I’d destroy the entire world if something happened to you.”

Jazz smiled and sighed and another moment passed. “Do you want to talk to them?”

Danny over at her with a confused look on his face.

“It sounds like Tyranys didn’t really give you a chance to talk,” Jazz said. “If the city wasn’t being destroyed, they might have – had answers to some of your questions. I don’t know if they’d want to talk, but – I don’t know, is that something you’d want?”

Danny swallowed the lump that was gathering in his throat. “I don’t know either.”

Jazz hummed and nodded her head at no one, a habit she picked up from watching therapists on TV. “I remember when you first got here, it was impossible to get you to admit to anything. But now, you’ve grown. Better yet, you’ve matured. You recognize when you hurt someone and you can apologize. You where one way because of the environment you grew up in, and you changed because that environment changed. If your brother is in Gotham, that’s a new environment from the temple you said you grew up in, so it’s possible he changed too.”

“I don’t know, Jazz. I mean, I do want to know. I want to know what happened to him, if he did change, what he’s doing with our father and how our mother let him leave our old home. But I just… What if I don’t like it? What if he hasn’t changed? What if our father is worse than our mother? What if he doesn’t-” Danny cut himself off with a groan and Jazz decided to give him a moment to gather himself.

“I don’t forgive him.” Danny said and saw the look on Jazz’s face, “I know, I know. It’s better to forgive. But, we were kids-”

“Are” Jazz corrected. “You are both still kids. And I understand, he hurt you, and you hurt him - you didn’t kill him, but still. And there’s a chance, now, that you’ve changed and he might have changed, maybe you won’t hurt each other anymore. Not as much or in the same ways, anyway.”

Danny sighed again, exaggerating it for Jazz’s sake. “You really want me to make things right with him, don’t you?”

Jazz nervously rubbed the back of her neck, “Look, my life got soooooooo much better when you got here, despite the rocky start. Maybe reconnecting with your brother will make your life better. Or maybe…”

Jazz trailed off a little, but continued when Danny gave her an expectant look. “If your father is as bad or worse than your mother, then Damian might need saving. Maybe you can make his life better, too.”

“Now that’s not fair,” Danny glared at her but he had literally just asked for it, “Bringing in a guy’s obsession to get your way.”

“Remember when you used to call me The Master Manipulator?” Jazz joked and rubbed Danny’s head.

“You are,” Danny said, then his stomach growled.

Jazz grinned and jumped up to get the food she’d brought in earlier, “I told Mom you weren’t feeling well so she let me make your food.”

Danny smiled gratefully, “It’s probably a good thing those two got married, I doubt anyone else would be able to eat the food she makes.”

“I’m just glad you’re here to kill it before it kills us.”

#danny phantom #dc #batman #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #danny fenton #jazz fenton #just some good sibling time #motivation for Danny to spend time with the bats #just a little part 2 #twins au

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farity · 1 year

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Guardian

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x you

Summary: College AU bar shenanigans

Warning: Smut

“Aemond!”

You were surprised to see your friend at the bar. He turned, the corner of his eye crinkling as he smiled at you. He’d told you all about how he lost his eye when he was younger, then caught you Googling Lucerys Velaryon but stopped you before you could drive to his house and murder the little shit.

“He’s not worth it,” Aemond had said, adding that the bionic eye he had gotten was just fine by him.

“That’s not the point,” you’d replied, “he cut your fucking eye out, Aemond, and didn’t even get a slap on the wrist. If I ever run into him, I will take out one of his balls.”

Aemond had wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head. “Ah, my guardian angel.”

“Not feeling very angelic about it,” you grumbled in response. You felt protective of him, not just because of the eye and how his father had done nothing about it, but because from what he’d shared over the years, it seemed that other than his mom, his family his family didn’t appreciate him much. He didn’t complain about it, but you’d gleaned bits of info here and there, and when his family made it to his high school graduation, you saw the dynamic up close and personal.

His father, first of all, didn’t even show up. He was visiting his daughter from his first marriage, and couldn’t be bothered to see his son give the valedictorian speech. His mother was proud and thrilled, taking a thousand pictures of Aemond. His brother Aegon seemed bored, and maybe drunk, his younger brother Daeron was on his phone the whole time, and his sister Helaena spent the time with her headphones on, doodling on a little notebook. Aemond had told you about her, he loved her dearly and she loved him back, but her autism made her spend most of her time in her own world.

“Is this your girlfriend? She’s very pretty, Aemond.”

You smiled, shaking your head at his sister, who was looking at you with a big smile on her face.

“Hel, she is my friend, remember?”

“Picture of you both!” his mother said, and you stood next to him, both of you holding up your diplomas.

Dinner was an awkward affair, but you did your best to keep Aemond entertained, including throwing tiny rolled up bits of napkin at Aegon’s hair when he wasn’t looking.

Now Aemond took a spot at the end of your bar, and you wondered what on earth had brought him in.

“What can I get you and why the hell are you here?”

Aemond laughed. “I do get out sometimes,” he replied, scanning the board high up behind you. “I don’t know, surprise me. You know what I like.”

You nodded and turned to the row of bottles. You did know what he liked. And vice versa. And sometimes, you did wonder, but the thought of wrecking the friendship, the relationship that was the most important to you, kept you from saying anything. Neither of you had dated anyone in college, and the mere thought of going to bed with anyone made you wince.

Anyone but Aemond.

You added a few ounces of this and that to your shaker, closed it and then tossed it behind your back, making it twirl in the air before catching it in your other hand. The patrons began to clap and you laughed as you shook it a bit more before pouring it into a glass and adding a slice of orange as a garnish. You placed it in front of Aemond and clasped your hands daintily in front of you.

“Drinks and a show,” he smiled, taking an experimental sip. “Oh wow, this is amazing, what’s in it?”

“I’ll never tell,” you said saucily over your shoulder as you went to serve another guy.

* * * * *

Aemond watched her walking away and smiled into his drink.

“Lucky man,” the guy next to him said. Aemond met his eyes and the guy nodded towards the pretty bartender. “How long you been together?”

“We’re not,” Aemond said, “just long time friends.”

The guy looked at him as if he had three heads. “Uh-huh.”

A group of three guys came in, already drunk from the looks of them, and planted themselves at the other end of the bar. Aemond watched as they began whispering among themselves, looking at his friend the whole time. One of them leaned in, getting her attention and she turned to grab the pint glasses for their beers. The guy who’d leaned in kept his eyes firmly on her ass the whole time and Aemond began to really, really dislike him.

“Want another?” she asked when she came over to check on Aemond.

He had a feeling a clear head would be the best choice given what he could see brewing at the other end of the bar. “I’m good, thank you, those guys come here often?” he asked, nodding towards the group.

She rolled her eyes. “Thank god, no, they’re not locals, they’ve been here a couple of times and they get so trashed and obnoxious.” She smiled at him. “I’m so glad you came in. I feel like I’ve barely seen you this week.” She squeezed his hand before going back to serve some more drinks and beers.

“Just friends, huh?” The guy sitting next to him said, and when he saw Aemond give him an irritated look, he put his hands up in surrender. “All I’m saying is, the way she looks at you, maybe you’re not as smart as you look, bro.” The man left before Aemond could respond.

He’d thought about it. Of course he’d thought about it. She was sweet, funny, and had gone from a girl ready to throw a punch in his defense to someone he couldn’t imagine living without. And she’d still throw a punch for him. He’d felt a frisson of fear down his spine whenever he’d seen her laughing with some other guy. Was this it? He’d ask himself. Was this the one who’d capture her heart?

It was inevitable, he thought, sooner or later she would find someone and he’d be happy for her and wish her the best.

* * * * *

You had kept tabs on Aemond for the past hour and his mood had definitely gone down in the last few minutes. He kept stirring his empty cocktail glass and you wondered just what had happened. The bar had emptied except for him and the three at the opposite end of the bar.

Speaking of them, they were getting on your last nerve. Clearly, they thought you couldn’t hear them whispering about you, and as they got more and more drunk, their voices got louder and louder. You wished Paul, the owner, were here, he was a great father figure who’d soon put those assbutts in their place.

“Hey honey, we want another round!”

You sighed, exasperated, because this wasn’t going to be pretty.

“Sorry, boys, you’ve all had enough. I’ll close up your tab.”

“I want another fucking beer, I’m paying for it!”

You pointed to the sign on the wall.

We reserve the right to refuse service to any patron for any reason.

“What the fuck? You just work here, honey, we pay your wages.”

You continued closing the tab on the computer, and it printed out the signature form. “Here, sign this.”

“Fuck you, don’t you know who I am?”

“Someone who needs to sign this.” You tapped on the printout and placed a pen next to it.

You were tracking Aemond’s movements out of the corner of your eye. He’d stood quietly once you’d denied them more drinks, had slowly walked down the length of the bar, and was now standing, empty glass in hand, leaning against a pillar about ten feet away from the three assholes.

Asshole #1 grabbed the pen and threw it at your face. He didn’t do any damage, you turned away and it hit the back of your head. When you turned back around, he wasn’t there, and his two buddies were looking toward the floor, where you heard a sickening crunch.

You checked the last place Aemond had been and he was gone.

Oh shit.

You went through the side door of the bar to find Aemond straddling Asshole #1, who was grabbing his nose and moaning in pain. Aemond had his fist pulled back, clearly ready to strike again.

“Get out,” you shoved one of the other two out the door. “You, get the fuck out of here.” You pointed at the other one, who left without checking on his friend on the floor.

“Aemond, stop.”

He didn’t move, fist still ready. “Are you hurt?” His voice was full of a quiet rage you hadn’t heard before.

“No,” you placed a hand on his shoulder. “I’m fine. Come on. He’s not worth it.”

Aemond stood, slowly, pulling the guy up with him. “Don’t come back. Ever,” he said before throwing him out the door. He turned, and you held out your hand. “What?” he asked.

“Hand.”

“I’m fine.”

“I didn’t ask if you were fine, Aemond.” You kept your hand out until he placed his on it. It looked worse than you’d figured, a bloody scratch that was still oozing, and various bruises on his pale skin. “Let’s ice it.”

You wrapped some ice from the well in a bar towel and placed it gently on the back of his hand. “I need to put some stuff on it, we don’t have it here.”

“I can clean it up at home.”

“You can, but you won’t, because you’ll get home and start checking the overseas markets and forget about your hand.” You watched as he opened his mouth to reply but he realized you were right. “Let me close the register.”

He grabbed the few stray bottles with his free hand to toss them in the bin, wiped down the bar while you closed up.

He drove the two blocks to your apartment. Once inside you took out your first aid kit while he made himself at home. He’d been at yours hundreds of times, studying, hanging out, or watching movies, but the sight of him kicking off his shoes and sitting down on your sofa warmed you. There was an ease in your friendship, and the more you thought about it, the more you felt it had become a crutch, something you held on to so you wouldn’t have to go any further.

You opened the antibiotic gel, dabbed a little on his scratch. “It’s stopped bleeding, which is good. Let me get a bandage.”

“It’s fine, really,” he smiled up at you.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “When it gets infected and fills up with pus, do not come to me to take care of it.”

Aemond laughed. “You love all those vet shows where they lance huge abscesses!”

You laughed along with him, but this time, it hurt. Was this it? Was this all you could have with him? Until some girl with more guts than you came into his life and stole his heart?

“What is it?” he asked, aware of something going on in your head.

“Look, Aemond, uh, we’ve been friends for a long time, and I, uh, I just need to say something here.”

* * * * *

This was it, Aemond thought. Either she’d met someone or she was pissed off that he’d hit the guy. She was steeling herself to say something and it just wasn’t going to be good.

“I’m sorry,” he interrupted, “I mean, I’m not sorry I hit that fucker, but I am sorry you’re upset.”

“What?”

“Aren’t you angry?”

She looked at him. “No, I’m not angry. I mean, I’m angry at myself because I’m such a fucking moron, but no,” she cupped his cheek and brushed her thumb over his cheekbone, smiling at him. “I’m not angry with you. Thank you. Which really makes this much more difficult.”

Nope, it’s not going to be good at all.

“We’ve been friends for a long time.”

“Good friends,” he interjected. That had to count for something, didn’t it?

“Yeah, yeah,” she nodded. “And in that time we’ve been through a lot, but sometimes, uh, things change, and change can be difficult, I mean, maybe only one person wants change and the other is just fine the way things are.”

The pool of dread forming in his stomach was growing colder with each second, with each word she spoke.

She’s met someone.

She let out a long breath. “Oof, okay, so I want you to know that however you want to take things is okay with me, I want you in my life no matter what.”

“I will take whatever you give me. You’re the most important person in my life,” he said, “and whatever this guy means to you, I will respect-”

“Huh?”

“I will respect your relationship, and-”

“Aemond, I fucking love you.”

He stared up at her, the knots in his belly refusing to unwind. “As a friend,” he said quietly.

“That, too.” She looked terrified, “but no, that’s not what I meant.” She swallowed. “I love you. I’m in love with you.”

He hadn’t heard right. He had missed a word somewhere. Some key word that changed the meaning of everything she was telling him.

* * * * *

Oh shit, your worst fears had come true. Aemond was staring at you like you were speaking in a foreign language.

Fuck fuck fuck.

“And, uh, I get it, you don’t feel the same, and I am not going to push or anything. I treasure our friendship, and every-”

He’d stood and wrapped one arm around your waist in the blink of an eye, cradling the back of your head with his hurt hand. His mouth found yours as he turned, pressing you against the wall. You gasped and he deepened the kiss, his lips soft and warm on yours.

Tangled up in each other you made your way to your room as he removed his jacket. You pulled away, seeking reassurance in his gaze. Aemond smiled softly at you, taking your face in his hands. “I love you, too.” He pressed his forehead against yours before you pulled him back down to kiss him again.

In your bedroom, you turned him around so he sat on the edge of the bed while you removed your sweater, while he stared up at you. He whispered your name as you straddled him, clad now in your thin t-shirt and work shorts. “I have dreamed of you,” he said before he slipped his hands under your shirt and began exploring.

You had wanted those big hands on you for a long time, fantasized about those long, elegant fingers, and as he roamed higher up on your sides you raised your arms to let him pull the shirt off. He was so warm against your skin, the heat of him making your head spin. He slipped one bra strap off your shoulder, kissing the indentation left by the strap on your skin before rubbing his cheek against it. “So very soft.”

He repeated the process on the other side while you reached back to undo the clasp. “I’ve always loved how your skin smells,” he murmured against your neck before he cupped one breast in his hand. He lowered his head to take the tip in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. You began to squirm and his hands went to your hips, keeping you still while he continued licking and suckling.

“Aemond,” you breathed out, threading your hands through his hair. Each swipe of his tongue sent a spike of pleasure between your legs, and as you rocked against him, you felt him getting harder. “Come here, please.”

He obliged, crawling up until you could yank his shirt off. God, he was gorgeous. You’d dreamed of sliding your hands all over his chest, his shoulders, feeling the muscles in his back under your fingers, and now you explored every inch you could. You reached down to the waistband of his jeans and felt him shiver as your fingertips began working the button and zipper.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

You stopped immediately. “What is it? Do you not want to-”

“Yes, of course I want to. I don’t have any condoms on me.”

You reached up, pushing his hair out of his eyes. “Aemond. You’re clean, I’m clean, and I’m on birth control. We’re good.”

He grabbed your hand, kissing your knuckles. “Are you sure?”

“Aemond, I swear to god-”

“Okay, okay, making sure,” he leaned down to kiss you as he shoved the rest of his clothing down his legs. “Your turn,” he said as he began undoing the fastening on your shorts. You let him pull them and your underwear off, now wishing you’d worn something fancier, lacier, smaller.

* * * * *

Aemond thought there was no more beautiful sight than the one before him. He’d gone from despair to utter joy and now she was looking up at him like he was the world to her. He kissed her again and again, to reassure himself this was real, this was happening, and when she reached down and began stroking him, he nearly came on the spot.

“I want you inside me,” she whispered. Jesus. She was going to fucking kill him, but he’d die a happy man. He guided himself between her legs and began pushing. She was wet and hot and her hips were pulsing up, taking him deeper each time.

He tried to take it slow, ruthlessly containing the desire to snap his hips so that he was fully inside her. She was making little whimpering sounds and he would cut his own throat before he hurt her. Slowly he filled her, and when he pulled his hips back, she moaned, wrapping her legs around him.

He couldn’t help himself, sinking inside her again, the feel of her a lure he couldn’t resist. “God, yes,” he murmured, driving faster. She reached up to kiss him, her hips rolling to meet his every thrust. He felt her nails sink into his shoulders, and she whimpered again. “Aemond, I’m- “ she managed before he felt her start clenching around him. She let her head fall back on the pillow, swooning as the pleasure swirled inside her. He let go, his resolve shot to hell as he let the orgasm overtake him, too.

* * * * *

Damn.

You felt Aemond pull you to his side so he wouldn’t crush you. That had been the most amazing sexual experience of your life. His heart was racing beneath your palm as he cradled you against him.

“Are you cold?” he asked, nuzzling your cheek.

You shook your head, safe and happy in his arms. “Will you stay with me?”

You felt him smile. “As long as you’ll have me.”

#aemond targaryen #aemond fanfiction #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen fanfic #aemond fic #aemond targaryen au

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12boogaloo · 3 months

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Okay, I cant take it anymore. The brain rot is REAL

Been on a writing hiatus since 2019 or 2020 (I honestly don’t remember so don’t @ me)

And what gets me to finally start writing again?

You guessed it ladies, gents, and serpents!

Fucking TROLLS 3

Let’s get this bread or die trying y’all 😈

~•~

So first things first: I didn’t come up with the AU’s I’m using here! They were created by TheMiraculousMat and Keebsification on here and AO3

The AU’s in question are The Eldest and The Youngest and Out The Train Wreck

I just love it when people see John Dory and think “hmmm yes this grown man can fit so much eldest daughter energy in him” cuz SAME

So I thought: what if I just… put em together? OTT! JD and E&Y! JD have a grip on my soul and I’m filling a formal complaint in the form of fanfiction for not just 1, but 2 other pieces of fanfiction!!! Cuz why not

I’m gonna post the notes I’ve had about this idea for the past 2 week, at least the first part.

Well… it’s half notes, half chapter really…

Maybe. MAYBE. I’ll clean it up and post it on AO3. Maybe… probably lets be real

Anyway. Y’all can call me Boog and this is Project: Hyperfixation Won

Actual story name pending…

~•~

Part 1: Author’s Actual Notes because they are a nerd

Got an idea

Gonna scratch the itch

Half brain rot dump and half story here

Combination of the Eldest and Youngest JD and the Train Wreck JD

I also head canon that trolls have tails and claws and fangs

They’re lil creatures

Basically the same stuff happens in TW with the manager and John being Branch’s father.

Branch grows up knowing JD is his dad while everyone else thinks they’re brothers.

He and Luka are dating. He’s basically Branch’s other dad.

Luka gets taken and John thinks he died. He keeps his glove to remember him.

The fight still happens. John still leaves but promises Branch that he’ll come back.

He goes to the Neverglades for the next four years.

When he gets a letter about Rosiepuff and Branch he immediately heads back to the tree to take care of him.

Pretty much all of E&Y happens but with the change of Branch knowing JD is his dad.

Makes the trauma of him leaving worse in a way which adds to the angst of the first parts delicious, but it also makes their bond really solid later on.

John forgot that everyone in the village knew them as brothers until Poppy asks him if John is Branch’s daddy out of the blue. He panics and says “no” on instinct and they both decide to just go with it. Easier than explaining it to everyone.

She still doesn’t know. Nobody does.

John still loses his arm trying to save Creek(nasty ass).

One morbid silver lining John felt was that at least it wasn’t the hand he wore Luka’s glove on. Small miracles. Lol I’m sorry

Branch doesn’t remember Luka anymore, at least not really. He sorta remembers a burgundy haired troll that he thought was important but couldn’t remember anything else about them so he didn’t think too much about it.

John doesn’t really like talking about him and Branch hasn’t ever asked so he doesn’t bring it up.

He starts dating Hickory and he does tell him about Luka. He admits that while he definitely is falling for Hickory, a part of him will always belong to Luka and their relationship will always be really important to him.

Hickory is more than okay with that and even tells him that he would’ve loved to have met the man that made his sweetheart so happy and kept him safe before it was his turn. (John just about cried when he said that same buddy and agreed that they’d probably get along pretty well.)(He shows Hickory pictures of him and Luka one day and they laugh over the fact that John clearly has a type.)(And, based on Hickory’s own light blush, same.)(He immediately said Luka was ‘real cute’ and John still laughs at him for it.)

He also tells him about Bold and how Branch came to be. (Hickory spent solid hours comforting him afterwards and spent an equal amount of time thinking of ways he could get Dickory to help him torture the bastard if he ever saw him.)(He decides in that moment that he’d do anything to protect his boyfriend and his son. Anything.) (He’s also even more grateful to Luka when he hears about how he protected his love the day they met. He really wishes he could thank him…)

Branch makes jokes about not calling Hickory his stepdad till they get married, which makes John flush bright blue. (Hickory just laughs and winks, the traitor.)(Hickory secretly really wants Branch to call him ‘Pops’ and he’s so obvious about it.)(Branch finds it hilarious and doesn’t on purpose. He’d actually love to call him that, he’s just being an ass.)(You’d think he wouldn’t ever want to but no. For some reason, it’s only thinking of Hickory as ‘Papa’ specifically that makes him feel wrong. Like that’s not available to him. I wonder why.)

After saving Floyd, the boys all start spending more time together as a family. Floyd and Clay move into the bunker with John and Branch. Bruce still lives on Vacay Island but he tries to visit at least once a week, even bringing his wife and kids with him if he can.

They still love doing shows together and will do a big one every two weeks at least.

A few months later, they’re getting ready to hangout together after a performance in PopVillage. Hickory isn’t with them, he was actually watching with Tiny in the crowd, so he can’t see them.(Lil dude is really attached to his “Uncle Cowboy” and “Uncle Johnny” it’s adorable.)(And yes Guy is close by, Tiny is still very very grounded.)

Poppy wants to introduce them to a former stage manager that she’s worked with before that had come to see the show from TrollCity. Branch has met him once before and thought the guy was weird and a little creepy but nothing else made him feel suspicious so he kinda just ignored it. He figured if Poppy trusted him, it was fine. (Obviously he still kept an eye on the old bastard, cause your boy isn’t paranoid for nothing. And you never know.)

They all agree to meet and when they get backstage… it’s him.

Bold.

The bros old manager. The man who hurt their eldest unimaginably.

JD basically shuts down as his younger brothers immediately shield him from view.

They need to get out of here without causing a scene. Fast.

“Poppy, I think we need to go…” Floyd mumbles, his usually soft features twisting in both anger and slight fear as he stared the old troll down.

Poppy looks at them in confusion, “Wha- but you guys said you wanted to see everything we set up!!” She looks between the brothers and the older manager, Branch joining her as his eyebrows furrowed.

“Sorry, kids, I don’t think we can do that…” Bruce doesn’t take his eyes off of the old man as he steps back, closer to Clay and Floyd who were holding John Dory’s arms and hands to keep him steady in their safety bubble, their tails wrapped around his waist. “Not when he’s here.”

Poppy blinks in confusion. “What do you mean? Have you met Mr. Bold before?” She asks.

The old bastard chuckles. “Don’t worry, Miss Poppy.” Poppy huffs a bit at being called ‘miss’. (She’s Queen, dammit. Only Hickory calls her ‘miss’ and it’s always as a joke.) “I was the boys’ manager back in the day! It’s just been a while since we’ve seen each other.” He looks over each brother, clearly trying to get a look at John Dory and noticeably souring when he’s blocked. Then he smirks, taking a few steps closer, his wooden cane thunking against the floor. John flinches with each tap, tap, tap. “You’ve all grown up so much.”

Bruce holds his ground, crossing his arms and rolling his shoulders, his bigger body blocking most of JD from view. Clay was growling behind him, both him and Floyd curling closer to John and their ears pressed back in irritation. Bruce gives a humorless chuckle. “Heh. Yeah, we’ve grown up, Bold. We grew up and you’re fucking old now.”

Poppy gasps. “B-Bruce, that’s not nice!” She turns to Bold and smiles nervously. “I’m so sorry-“

The man waves her off. “Don’t fret. I’m sure he didn’t mean anything by it. He’s right after all.” He looks at them again all smugly, leaning on his cane. “Like I said, it’s been a long time.”

Floyd scoffs. “Not long enough.” He growls, baring his teeth. His claws start coming out and he’s thankful he’s holding John’s prosthetic arm as he feels them scratch the metal.

“Woah, okay, what the hell is up with you guys?” Branch finally steps in. That was so unlike Floyd to say something like that. He’s never seen the older troll that angry before, he’s never seen any of his uncles that angry before.

Bruce huffs. “What’s up is that we’re leaving. Now.” He goes to turn around to start steering his brothers out of the room when he hears Bold chuckle, making them all freeze.

“You all really have changed so much,” He says, his tail swaying side-to-side behind him. John looks up and they manage to lock eyes, Bold smiling sickly as John stares in horror. “Especially you, Johnny Baby.”

John feels sick. He feels like he’s gonna pass out. He feels his legs start giving out as Clay and Floyd rush to hold him up. He feels his body going completely limp and his vision blurs and his chest hurts and he can’t breATHE-

Bruce tackles the old troll, immediately landing brutal hits to the bastards face. He screams between punches, “DON’T TALK TO MY BROTHER!” Bold tries to hit him back, only managing to smack Bruce in the side once with his cane before continuing to get pummeled.

Branch and Poppy jump in frantically to pull him off of the man and the three of them stumble back. Bruce shoves them off and glares at Bold again. He was lying on the ground, groaning and clutching his nose, there were scratches and bruises on his face and he was covered in his own glittery copper blood. “Stay. The FUCK. Away. From John.” Bruce pants and shakes out his hands, flexing his exposed claws. He spits on the ground. “Bastard.” He turns back to his brothers. “Cmon, let’s get out of here.” He lifts JD up bridal style and Clay and Floyd follow him as he starts rushing to the door.

“Wait, hold on!” Branch runs after them, leaving Poppy standing in confused horror at what just happened.

~•~

That’s what I’ll give for now lol

I have like wayyy more written out but I’m mean so 😈

Anyway

Thank you for coming to my ted talk

Lmk what y’all think ig

Check out the folks that created these AU’s plz @matmiraculous and Keebsification (idk their tumblr so plz don’t yell at me) both on AO3 where I found them

Later yall

#trolls band together #hickdory #eldest and youngest au #out the train wreck #trolls john dory #holy shit what has happened to me #hyperfixation ftw #trolls clay #trolls floyd #trolls branch #trolls bruce #my fav besides John Dory

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ourloveisforthelovely · 2 years

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His Pet (one shot)

Regulus Black AU

Request: Request: if possible, could you do a fem! x dom!reg? with the situation being that the two are under house arrest or something similar? im reading a fic like this rn lol

Rating: Explicit- smut

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

AO3 Link

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“Don’t let him sweet talk you Y/n. You know how he is.”

James warned. You had agreed to “keep an eye” on Regulus Black while he was under house arrest by the order. When he turned up willing to let some valuable secrets about Voldemort go, you were shocked. Never in a million years would you have believed that Regulus would have gone against the master that he so proudly served. The best that you could come up with was Regulus saw the proverbial writing on the wall and knew it was time to make his escape.

“Don’t worry, James. I have better things to worry about.”

You assured your brother. Deep down, you knew what it was. James was worried about the crush that you had on Regulus for some time.

“Yeah, I have things to worry about.”

James grumbled before leaving. Locking the door behind your elder brother, you turned back to Regulus who looked bored. He sat clearly trying to ignore the conversation that you had with your brother right in front of him.

“Smooth, Potter.”

Regulus thought with a smirk when James spoke. James was never one for waiting to say things at the right time. He was, in Regulus’ mind, a blurter and just said whatever it was all willy-nilly at bad times. Today, however, he said what Regulus had been wanting to hear. James confirmed that Regulus could, in fact, sweet talk you.

After going through school with a crush on you, Regulus was thrilled to know that you possibly reciprocated his feelings.

‘Now time to get what I want.’

Regulus added as you turned to look at him. Fuck, you were pretty and Regulus wanted nothing more than to wreck you.

“So I’m supposed to sweet talk you?”

Regulus questioned as you sat down at the table. When your cheeks flushed bright pink, Regulus chuckled.

“You’re not going to.”

You replied. Regulus raised an eyebrow.

“You’re awfully adorable when you blush.”

Regulus commented before coming to join you at the table. You gave him a scowl as he sat down.

“Stop trying to be cocky, Regulus.”

Regulus innocently held his hands up.

“I can’t tell you that you are adorable. I shouldn’t say adorable. You’re a goddamn fox. It was a real pity that I didn’t get to see those stunning legs of yours sooner. That would have been enough to make an honest man.”

You bit your lip. These were things that the dirty side of your mind had wanted to hear Regulus say for so long. Now that he was saying it, you couldn’t help but question whether or not he was screwing with you or not. You were, in fact, the only woman that Regulus would see for some time. Why wouldn’t he try to cozy up?

“Regulus, you can stop. We both know that you don’t mean a damned thing that you are saying. You are only saying this because you won’t have any other girls to fuck so it only makes sense to try and woo me.”

Regulus raised an eyebrow before starting to roll his sleeves up. Internally, you sighed when you saw the dark mark on his arm. All of that perfect skin was ruined by that dark mark that he would never be able to get rid of.

“I’ve always liked you, Y/n. You have always been gorgeous.”

“You are a big fat liar, Regulus Black. You have always hated me.”

Regulus stood up to join you at the counter.

“I never hated you. You just got on my nerves. That doesn't mean that I couldn’t have a crush on you. There is one thing that you should know about me, Y/n. I’m not a liar. I never have been. Now, why don’t we make the best out of this little house arrest bit and have some fun? We can get to know each other and maybe we can both have things that we both want.”

You stood not saying anything until Regulus tilted your face to his.

“May I kiss these perfect lips? I bet they taste as wonderful as they look.”

When you didn’t say “no,” Regulus took this as you giving him permission to move forward. Regulus leaned down and gently pressed his lips to yours. The two of you stood silently as the kiss depend.

“I knew you tasted heavenly.”

Regulus murmured as he gently moved his mouth away from yours. You stood on your tip toes silently twirling a strand of his hair around your finger.

“Don’t stop.”

You replied. Later, you may regret your decision but at the moment your heart had taken over and you wanted whatever Regulus had to offer. You pushed James’ pleas of protest out of your mind and focused on your wants

“Tell me that you want me. I won’t do anything unless you say yes first.”

Regulus said with a sly smile on his face. He knew that you were going to say yes but he wanted to hear it first.

“Yes, I want you…I want you too, Regulus.”

Regulus reached down and picked you up by your thighs. Placing you on top of the counter, Regulus moved to stand between your legs.

“I’m going to wreck you, sweetheart.”

You could only nod before reaching out and pulling Regulus closer to you. Regulus chuckled as he gently began to nibble on your bottom lip.

“Easy, princess, We have all night and tomorrow…and for however long you. Now come on. Let's go ruin that bed of yours.”

You move forward to let Regulus pick you up off of the counter. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you threw all of your fears out of the window.

2 hours later…

“Roll over and let me fuck you.”

You were exhausted! Never, in all of the time that you had been sexually active, been this weak and blissed out of your mind! Lying on the bed, you focused all of your energy on turning on your back. For the past half an hour, you had been on your hands and knees while Regulus alternated fucking you with a vibrator, his finger, and his cock. Each one had you on the cusp of coming but each time Regulus would stop as soon as he sensed your orgasm approaching.

“Are you tired, love?”

Regulus asked, in a soft tone. His voice had been hard as nails for the longest time but now he appeared to be softening up. With the blindfold on your face, you could only nod. You wanted to see him. If he was going to fuck you in a proper missionary position, you wanted to see him…to hold him.

“Regulus…please…I want to see and touch you.”

You replied, gently tugging on the restraints that held your hands. Regulus didn’t speak or move for a moment.

“I don’t like being touched.”

He replied, his voice once again becoming icy. You had a good idea why too. It didn’t take you being friends with Sirius to know why Regulus hated the idea of being touched…their parents and the abuse suffered at their hands. You know that both Black brothers had gone through hell as children. It would be enough to make anyone despise the thought of being touched.

“It isn’t so bad. If you’ll just give me a chance…I can show you how nice it would…could be.”

You said, into the darkness. Regulus, meanwhile, was nearly ready to run. The sex so far had been mind-blowing but now you were flipping the tables on him. Regulus had been the one edging you to the brink now here you were throwing him out of his comfort zone.

“I don’t think so.”

Regulus snapped. You pressed your lips together as your chest heaved. From your place in darkness, you could feel that Regulus hadn’t moved away. He was still within touching distance. You weren't sure if Regulus ever had a lover who touched him properly. It definitely didn’t seem like it. No one had ever taken the time to make him feel wanted properly.

“You’ve never had anyone love you right. No one has touched you the way a man should be touched. No one has ever loved you properly. I can make you feel good…daddy.”

You kept your voice gentle. The last thing that you wanted was to scare Regulus. When the word “daddy” left your lips, you felt Regulus shiver. Regulus didn’t say anything and for a moment you were afraid that you had pushed him away. When he removed the blindfold from your face, you were pleased to see that he still sat perched beside your legs.

“You have one chance.”

Regulus said before leaning up to untie your hands. You waited until your hands were free before sitting up. Rubbing your sore wrists, you moved to get closer to Regulus.

“Daddy, may I?”

He looked nearly feral sitting there with his curls a wild mess and pupils nearly blown out.

“You may.”

He replied. You didn’t give Regulus a chance to change his mind. Taking your place on his lap, you pressed your lips to his, tasting yourself. You sighed and stroked a hand over his cheek down his chest and stopped at his cock. Despite the rather uncomfortable subject, he was still rock hard. You teased the head of his cock a few times before gently wrapping your hand around his length.

“So big daddy…I don’t think I'll be able to sit properly.”

You cooed against his mouth before kissing him again. After a few more quiet kisses, you began to kiss your way down his chest. With each kiss, you felt Regulus moan. His gray eyes were closed and his face looked peaceful. You smiled, knowing that he was enjoying this as much as you were.

Reaching his cock, you licked your lips before wrapping your mouth around his length. Regulus immediately moaned as your tongue traced over the vein on the underside of his length.

“Fucking hell, princess.”

He grumbled as you choked on him. Regulus had to admit that this did feel good. You touching him felt nearly heavenly. Had it always felt this good to be touched? Part of him was unsure but the other part had come up with the agreement that it had to be with the right person. Apparently, that right person was you.

Your time sucking his cock was short-lived as Regulus quickly pulled you back up to him. He quickly pushed you onto your back and took his place between your legs.

“I’ve never wanted to fuck someone more in my life. You with your sinful twat and those perfect lips. You’re all mine. Do you understand?”

You gasped as Regulus shoved two fingers into your pussy. He automatically found your spot, making you shudder.

“Yes, daddy…all yours.”

You whimpered. Regulus pinched your nipples with his free hand before cupping your cheek. Fuck, you were a dream! A goddamn daydream that Regulus had been praying for as long as he could imagine…now you were all his. Regulus had already decided that he would never let you go. So what if the relationship would be toxic and based on passion? In time, he would learn to love you properly but for now, the sex could keep him going.

“I’m not letting you go. I don’t give a shit what your brother nor anyone else has to say. You’re all mine.”

You lifted your hips as his fingers brushed your spot again.

“All yours.”

You repeated, unable to formulate a reason as to why you wouldn’t be his. When Regulus removed his fingers, you whined pathetically.

“There there, angel. I’m going to put my cock in you and make you feel all better. Before I do that, however, suck my fingers as you would my cock”

You obediently opened your mouth as Regulus stuck the fingers, that had been in your pussy, into your mouth. Closing your eyes, you sucked his fingers just as you had his cock moments before. Regulus hummed in approval before taking his hand away.

“Good girl, I’ll fuck you now.”

You nearly came the moment Regulus pushed his cock into you. Never in a million years, would you have thought that he was as big as he was. You expected average but, boy, were you wrong!

“Daddy, feels so good.”

You moaned as Regulus set up an unforgiving pace. Regulus held himself up by his arms. He kept his steely grey eyes locked on your face. Each look of pure pleasure that passed made Regulus’ own orgasm come closer and closer. With each look he realized too that this wasn’t just a fuck…this was making love. This was something that he never wanted any part of and yet here he was doing it.

Before now, before you, Regulus never would have considered letting a partner touch him as you had. You had been the first partner that he let caress him or look at him for that matter. This whole experience had turned from a fuck of boredom to Regulus realizing that he wasn’t so broken after all. Regulus realized that he could still keep his dominant control over a lover while giving you something that you were clearly good at also.

Could this be love? Could love actually exist?

The thought made Regulus question everything. He shoved the thoughts from his mind and focused on the task at hand. Regulus could question everything later. Making you come and marking you was what needed to be done.

“Regulus, I’m so close.”

Regulus quickly yanked your thigh over his shoulder to get, if possible, deeper. You gasped as he leaned down and began to suck a lovebite onto your neck.

“Come, princess.”

Regulus ordered before pressing firmly on your clit. The moment your pussy began to clench around him wildly, Regulus let go. You sighed in fulfillment as Regulus filled you with rope after rope of come.

“Wow”

Regulus murmured, not moving from his place against your neck. Part of him wanted to consider never moving ever again. He could die now and be happy.

Aftercare…

Regulus knew that he couldn't exactly “check out” at the moment. You were different. You deserved a lot more than him getting out of bed and with a thank you for the good time. Maybe, Regulus could develop some new skills himself?

He gently pulled out of you before pressing a kiss to the love bite. Taking the place between yourself and the bed, Regulus turned on his side in order to pull your spent body against his chest. He tilted your face back to his for a series of small kisses.

“Maybe I do like being touched now.”

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callsign-phoenix · 1 year

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I wrote this for a lovely anon, I hope you like it!

It is a Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x pregnant!female!Mitchell!reader imagine.

Thank you @footprintsinthesxnd for proofreading!

Warnings: pregnancy, a fight, this is an AU where Goose is still alive 😊

Your brother was in a rivaling relationship with Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky, which was exactly why you decided not to tell him you were dating.

If you were honest, you hadn’t imagined you’d fall in love with Iceman, the cocky and restless fighter pilot, it had just been a hookup at first.

But the longer you found yourself in his bed the more drawn to him you became, and he felt the same way about you.

You started dating and you loved being with Tom, he was gentle and sweet to you in private, always making sure you were having a good time.

In contrast to your brother and Ice, you were a much more gentle and timid character, working as a kindergarten teacher near the base they were stationed at.

The men loved your nurturing side and got a lot of comfort from you, which they seemed to need because it was the opposite to their dangerous job.

Tom especially loved to just lay in your arms, feeling your fingers run through his hair and over his skin, as he closed his eyes in bliss.

The fact that your brother didn’t know about your relationship was hard for you, but it was necessary given that you knew he wouldn’t approve.

You cared for his opinion but that wasn’t why you were scared to tell him, it was more like you knew Maverick was capable of doing anything.

You wouldn’t put it past him to send you away or to manage to get Tom deported somewhere else, so you stayed silent.

It worked well for a few months, until morning sickness and cravings indicated that it would be impossible to keep it secret from your brother much longer.

You were a nervous wreck when you found out, but you had Tom and Carole with you, while her husband tried his best to keep Maverick busy enough so he wouldn’t notice right away.

It was crucial to find the perfect timing to tell him and you hadn’t found it yet, even while you were preparing for the pregnancy with the help of your boyfriend and best friend.

Carole already had a kid and she knew about the dos and don’ts, she was the one to bring you prenatal vitamins and everything else you might need.

You were all of the opinion that everything was going well, but Mav had caught on without you knowing so.

“Congrats, man!” He exclaimed as he sat down on Carole and Goose’s porch with his best friend and RIO, a broad grin on his face while Goose looked rather confused.

It took him a few seconds before he could answer, blinking repeatedly as he tried to think of what Mav might have meant.

“Why?” He replied, staring at his pilot with a look that resembled the intelligence of a cow.

“For the kid! Another baby Bradshaw? I saw Carole with the vitamins she used to take with Bradley,” Mav continued, but Goose only looked at him in denial.

“Nah man, she made me have a vasectomy the moment Bradley was born,” he laughed it off, leaving a lingering feeling of unease in Mav because the only woman Carole was close with was you.

It took Mav another five minutes before he stood up without explanation, mounting his bike and leaving Goose by himself, cursing into the silence his best friend had left.

Carole had just come by with the vitamins and you were having a calm and careful discussion about what you would be expecting and what would be expected of you during the pregnancy when the door to your apartment was thrown open, revealing a panting Maverick.

You gave Carole a questioning glance and she shook her head in similar surprise.

“How long?” Maverick asked you, his impressive brows knit together in confusion and what looked like anger.

Your confusion was still all-encompassing so you just stared at your brother, who took a few steps forward, his eyes never leaving you.

“How long have you been pregnant? And who’s the father?” He growled in anger and you could hear a hint of sadness in his voice, hurt at not having been told at all.

“Please, Mav, what are you doing here?” You tried to change the subject without having to answer, but your brother was far too resilient.

“I need to know how long you’ve been hiding this from me,” he let out, moving a few steps closer and letting his eyes roam your face.

You were about to open your mouth to answer when you heard footsteps outside, and a voice you were all too familiar with spoke up, which had your blood run cold.

“Baby, I…,” Tom began as he opened the door but he stopped talking the second he saw Mav standing there, his eyes widening in surprise and a tiny bit of fear when your brother slowly turned around.

In contrast to the slowness of the movements when he turned around, the second Mav saw Ice he lunged at him, throwing himself the last few inches and letting his fists pummel his friend and rival’s face countless times.

Tom did all he could in trying to defend himself, while Carole and you just stood in shock.

Your entire body felt as if it was put under ice water, watching your brother and boyfriend fight until Tom was on the ground, Mav’s fist repeatedly drawing blood from your boyfriend’s nose.

It took you a few seconds before you rushed to Tom’s aid, trying to pull your brother off of him, but not having the strength.

Mav was too emotional to realize who was urging him to stop so he just shook you off, throwing his arm back at you and striking your cheek with the back of his hand before you fell to the ground with the force he had used to free himself of your hindering touches.

The second you hit the ground everyone in the room held their breath, not a single person moving as all eyes were on you.

You could feel tears stinging in your eyes and your hand went to your belly to see if you were okay, and Tom reacted first out of the three of them.

He threw off Mav as if he weighed nothing and rushed towards you, his bloody fingers cupping your face and angling it so that you were looking up at him.

You were still in shock but Tom tried to calm you, his voice gentle but slightly trembling as he asked you if you were okay.

He had to repeat it a few times before you answered and Mav used the time to look back and forth between the two of you, watching his wingman with a gentleness he didn’t even know he possessed.

Your hands were shaking as you raised them to your boyfriend’s face, touching the spots that were already starting to darken with a harsh violet color.

“I’m okay, I think,” you breathed out the words more than you whispered them, but Tom used the opportunity to repeat what you had said.

“You’re okay, you’re okay, it’ll be fine,” he whispered time and time again as he moved to hug you, cradling you in his arms and rocking you back and forth slightly.

When Tom realized that there was no reason to worry for you he turned towards Mav, looking at him while he was still holding you.

“I’m sorry. We wanted to tell you but it never seemed like the right time. This wasn’t planned, but I love her more than I even love flying, so please don’t do anything stupid. I need her,” he told his wingman, who simply stared at him.

Mav moved towards you to pull you up from your position on the ground, holding onto your arms before he wrapped you in the tightest hug you had ever shared with him.

You could feel wetness on your cheeks as well as in your hair, indicating that your brother was crying, just like you were.

When you were finished hugging Mav pulled away, still holding onto you as he pressed a loving kiss to your forehead.

“I’m so sorry, are you okay?” He asked even though he knew the answer, making sure you were alright because he needed you to be.

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virgilisspidey · 1 year

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Fuck it I'm gonna blab about another crossover fic i'm working on once i'm done with two souls

I dont care if it takes me years or if this fandom dies out (which it won't, tmnt is timeless)

But anyway.

It's called Pink Puppets, a crossover AU with a similar concept to Dagger From the Mirror (although i havent read it yet cuz i am scared)

It's going to ve reversed this time, with the Rise brothers being older because it's set after the movie and the 2012 boys remaining 15 years old (so kinda the same age as Mikey in the movie)

I was gonna use Draxum but i fell in love with the idiot so now I'm gonna use an antagonist that i had in plan for Two Souls season 3, that's why I was gonna write it after I finish Two Souls.

Basically that antagonist wants to replicate Draxum's warriors themselves, but don't want to go through the lengths to actually start doing it. They idolize Draxu and his beliefs and was angry that Draxum threw it all away to play family.

Kraang Subprime of 2012 gets involved and they discover there's countless of universes out there he can pull tirtles from.

He chose 2012.

It's season 3, a few days or a week from the fourfold trap (Karai escapes and is never seen again) episode and the bous are still about 15. This antagonist sees the brainworm in action and takes some for themselves, takong it home and modifying it before they snatch the brothers right in front of 12 April and 12 Casey.

They get dragged into Rise.

The brothers were imprisoned and one by one, a brainworm is forced into their brains. This is where the AU gets its name, the worms are pink and made the brothers' eyes pink.

The new modified brainworms aren't like Shredder's. It slowly influences the victim, making them the worse versions of themselves and think the antagonist is liek their parent or something, using their emotions against them.

12 Mikey is toxicly positive and brutal. He acts as if everything was just a game, he uses his kusagirama a lot, enjoying maling people bleed. He's dangerous and doesn't realize what he's doing is wrong. He's the new leader of the brainwashed gang, bossing his brothers around and they can't say no because of his little brother charm. He knows to emotionally manipulate people with his looks, which gives him a big advantage.

12 Donnie is a complete wreck. He's a ticking timebomb, he doesn't stop talking, doesn't mind his volume, doesn't care about his own wellbeing. He's destroying himself, he literally ignores his injuries if he gets one. 12 Mikey goes for a playful kill, toying with his victims while 12 Donnie always keeps them alive so he could experiment with them. He also uses his hidden blade a lot. He's twitchy and explodes very easily, making him a hard unpredictable opponent.

Then there's 12 Leo.

In this AU, you would expect his "bossiness" is gonna be the trait that gets amplified to be the worse, no, its his obedience. He's more like a puppet than his brothers. He's silent, completely silent, he never talks under the influence of the modified brainworm and follows every single order his brothers tell him to do. Unlike his brothers that would prolong death as much as possible, he strikes for the neck, immediately. He's basically the trump card, only used when things don't go as planned. He's hollow, emotionless, just a shell of his former self. Dead to the world and control by invisible strings.

What's funny is that despite the fact that their worse traits are amplified, they still love and care for each other. They're fiercely overprotective, they will stop the battle if one of them gets gravely injured, they'll take care of each others injuries.

That overprotectiveness is one of the reasons they still haven't got out of the worm's control, it was used against them.

And don't worry, i didn't forget about 12 Raph.

He escapes.

Remember that Raph centric AU i posted about? Yeah, this is it.

It was supposed to be 12 Mikey in thus position, but he's already got experience with dealing with his brothers turning evil, same goes for 12 Donnie, and maybe 12 Leo but he's the one that's evil, but not 12 Raph as far as I know.

12 Raph hasn't fought his brothers alone before.

Plus he already got a taste of the brainworm, why not fight back against his own fear of it?

So he runs away, stumbles upon the Rise turtles and pushes away his pride, beghing for them to help him save his brothers, and of course they do.

While the 2012 brothers cause chaos for the humans in New York with a subplot of trying to get 12 Raph to their side, the Rise brothers and their friends now have to deal with teens Mikey's age wanting murder and their brother who just wants them back.

This time, the Rise brothers have to be the responsibile older guys and the 12 boys the chaotic little shits.

(Don't worry, everyone is looking for them back in 2012)

Tell me ya'lls thoughts about it. Is it good??

#tmnt 2012 #rottmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2012 #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt crossover #raph angst my beloved

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darkwingsnark · 1 year

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Koopa Valley AU

Just had a sudden thought. So you know how there are flower shop aus for Bowuigi? I thought of something like essentially a set up like Harvest Moon/Stardew Valley where maybe somebody the bros had rescued had died and in their will gave his farm to the bros.

Mario, of course, isn't exactly into it because of not really having the time for farming. Luigi, however, has always enjoyed gardening and thinks that retiring would be relaxing. The old man was a koopa that lives maybe on the borders of the kingdoms, maybe even IN the Koopa Kingdom. Either way, Luigi moves in and Bowser of course gets wind about a Mario Brother moving in on his turf. Bowser goes there at first and is ready to wreck havoc, get answers. Finding out the reasoning doesn't exactly make Bowser any less suspicious. But it's enough to give him pause. After all, the place was a koopa property. He'll have his people look into it, keep a word out for anything suspicious. he will NOT let them try and play some ploy for Mario. Guy sucks at scheming anyway! Why would he just leave his weak defenseless bro out in HIS territory?? Makes no sense!

Well time goes on, and word has been that Luigi has become more settled in the small town in that part of the area. People seem to absolutely love him. Not a single bad word, and his spies can't see him doing anything suspicious. Just him and his ghost dog... living on a farm. Again, what the heck? So are you to tell me the guy just upped and everything just because an old koopa asked him to look after the place? Just like that? It's so... thoughtful, disgustingly so. I think what would make the AU work would be if around that area there has already been problems. Maybe farmers in that area had already been struggling? Even with being so far from the volcano, not enough sun? Or, because they're so far away from volcanic activity koopa crop can't thrive there. Luigi, however, has been using his time to experiment. See what from both kingdoms works. And he's starting to thrive, actually doing REALLY well? It's Bowser who has the idea of taking a gamble. On one hand it gives him an excuse to personally check in on things, and two, it might actually be useful. Bowser makes an agreement to personally fund Luigi's farm, in exchange to it going towards the people in the outskirts of his kingdom. He will give money, he will send workers. Give Luigi more land, whatever is needed. And Luigi, instead of feeling intimidated by the prospects of being under Bowser's control, as the king expects some hesitancy, cause duh-- instead Luigi surprises him by his eagerness and jumps at the offer. He not only gets to help in a way he usually doesn't feel, but not having to struggle with money would also be a bonus. After all, his experiments have quickly been depleting his funds. And thus, a partnership is born. That of course isn't the end. As Luigi becomes even more a part of the village and its surrounding area, Luigi becomes more involved in the community aspect. He starts finding himself partaking and learning about Koopa holidays and their cultures. And Luigi writes letters to the king giving updates. Not something Bowser asked of him, as he planned on having his own men report everything. But Bowser ends up going from amused by the friendly non-professional aspect of how Luigi writes, to full on getting eager for the updates. And eventually a time comes when Luigi ends up inviting Bowser to one of the festivals. After all, the king should see the fruits of their shared labor. ['That's a joke, Bowser. Heh. Cause we've been growing fruits and veggies. Get it?'] And that becomes a thing. Bowser gets invited more and more, and he comes to actually think of the weird little noodle human as a friend.

Of course eventually it can lead to more, but that’s what I was thinking for a potential setup. What do you guys think? Again, same as the Doctor AU stuff, I don’t personally have time outside of maybe doing some pics. [Too busy with Melodies in Motion.] But throwing this out into the universe anyway.

#bowuigi #super mario bros #bowser #luigi mario #stardew valley au #koopa valley au #fanfiction #adjacent anyway

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meowzfordayz · 1 year

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if i am to be lost at sea, then let your heart be the lighthouse that guides me home

Author’s Note: this contains major angst… w/ a 100% happy ending !! 👀🥰 Pulled inspo from my own fanfic i wish you would for the latter half. 🌊

if i am to be lost at sea, then let your heart be the lighthouse that guides me home

Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader

Word Count: ~900

CW: canonical violence, dark humor, explicit Character death, explicit Reader death, explicit language, mild sexual content, traumatic references

Request Fulfilled: can you do like a Sanemi x Fem! Reader about likeee after final battle they yk yk d*e together?

Oh wait, I forgot to add this to my request about the Sanemi x reader oke. maybe can show like a reincarnation au? When they met again idk🥲

~faqs~

“Hey,” Sanemi murmurs, arms trembling from the weight of your body cradled into his, “Y’know I love you, right?” as his abdomen clenches.

He can’t tell whether it’s his stitches or his heart coming undone, but he can feel the weight of years of fighting catching up to him. The weight of too many bloodied, nameless faces easing him toward oblivion. The weight of losing his little brother — of keeping his name Shinazugawa Genya in his chest, even as his face disintegrated in his hands. Sanemi can feel himself dying. In the end, though, it’s the clarity in your eyes and your pain streaked, adoring expression that makes him shudder.

“Course I know,” you rasp, the loss of both your arms preventing you from cupping his cheek, from gently, tenderly smearing his tears, “Wish I could’ve touched you one last time,” you smile weakly, unable to chuckle as your lungs heave.

“S’okay,” Sanemi can’t even shrug, spine curving, slowly collapsing, over your wrecked figure as darkness grips the edges of his vision, “You’re here, I’m here.”

“On a scale from one to ten,” you suck in a ragged, quiet breath, “How much pain are you in?”

He smirks at that, precious images of sparring sessions encased in moonlight, your playful grin, and the consequent bruises and soreness flitting vivid and bittersweet through his memory.

“Not even a one,” he whispers, repeating the same words he’d said the first night he’d kissed you.

“Not even a one?” you huff dramatically, staff held defensively, your eyes narrowing, “I know I hit harder than that.”

“You could never hurt me,” Sanemi snorts, unimpressed, “Between the two of us, who’s panting?”

Scowling, your eyes close, breaths evening after a few moments of focus. Reopening your eyes, you gasp.

“S-shinazugawa?”

“Is there a problem?” he hums, fingers nearly brushing your neck, “Don’t close your eyes in front of the enemy, dumbass,” heat emanating from his proximity, lavender eyes tracing goosebumps into your skin, “You’re practically begging to have your neck snapped.”

“How kind,” you mutter, willing your heartbeat to steady, all too aware of his finely tuned senses, “Fortunately, you aren’t my enemy.”

“I’m not?” he asks, voice tantalizingly soft, mouth so close you could, “Then what am I?”

Not even a one your retort fizzles in your throat as he kisses you, tasting of sweat, urgency, and a tinge of blood.

“You’re the Wind Hashira,” you whisper, as stunned as he is breathless, suffocating in your sweetness.

“Who am I?” he demands gruffly, staff falling to the ground, pulling you in by your waist.

“Shinazugawa Sanemi?”

“Not quite,” he drawls, squeezing your hips.

“Sanemi?” you whimper, melting into the warmth of his embrace.

“Yours,” he declares, eager to taste you again, “I’m yours.”

“Who’s panting now?” you tease, nipping at his bottom lip, “My Sanemi.”

“Good,” you sigh quietly, “I couldn’t bear it if I finally managed to hurt you.”

“At least I have my arms,” he quips grimly.

“Don’t leave me, okay?” you sound so small, “I love you.”

They sound so distant.

“We’ll go together,” he growls, swell of fear dissipating when you nod, trusting him fully and completely, “I promise.”

“Don’t be afraid either, okay?”

He can barely hear you, you’re so… far… away…

“I can’t be afraid,” he murmurs, confident even as the color of your eyes bleeds to black, the sensation of drowning surprisingly calm, mercifully empty, I’m too busy being yours… always too busy...

“It only took a few lifetimes,” the man before you remarks wryly, sand sticking to his wet feet, lavender gaze wild yet familiar.

“Who knew you’d be a surfer?” you grin shyly, masking the shock radiating through your limbs, tote bag heavy on your shoulder, stare flitting from his face to his surfboard to his face.

He snorts, shaking out his hair, droplets of the ocean glistening on your skin, “Took you long enough to visit the beach.”

“On the contrary, I visit the beach often,” you sniff, feigning offense Something told me I’d meet someone special.

And even as your heart sunk with every false alarm, you’d continued to visit the beach, a deep tug in your gut guaranteeing only one inevitability.

At thirteen, always begging for beach vacations, yet unable to express precisely why, “I don’t know? I just love the sun? I guess. I’ll wear sunscreen! I promise! Pleeease?”

At eighteen, choosing a university based solely on its proximity to the beach, incorporating daily sunrise strolls and sunset meanderings, Where are you? at the forefront of your mind as the tide washed cold and frothy over your toes, despite not knowing who you could possibly be.

At twenty three, moving to yet another beach, hoping, dreaming, swearing, that Maybe this will be the one?

“Oh really?” he smirks, “Well I surf pretty much daily. Did you just happen to move here?”

“Last week, actually.”

“Why?” he dares to ask, heart beating on his tongue, ready to swallow if this wasn’t you.

“Because you’re mine,” you whisper.

He steps closer, mesmerized by the wind caressing your flushed cheeks, “What am I?”

“I don’t know,” you respond We have a lot of catching up to do.

“Who am I?” because he has to know for sure before he fastens his heart to your sleeve.

“Sanemi?”

This time, you kiss him, tears darkening the sand beneath you, damp arms trembling and desperate as he molds himself to your body. You smell different, you feel different, but the quiver in your voice as you utter his name again, again, and again... there isn’t a doubt in his bones, not a hesitation in his soul — you are the one he loves.

#sanemi shinazugawa #shinazugawa sanemi #sanemi x reader #shinazugawa x reader #wind hashira #one shot #modern au #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer

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fallingintoyourlilaceyes · 7 months

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"Unbelievable"- The kissing booth AU Chapter two

part 3 of 4 || series masterlist || previous part || next part

pairing: modern!Aegon II Targaryen x Reader, side modern!Aemond Targaryen x modern!Floris Baratheon

summary: Aegon drives you home after the fundraiser, There is another party even though at first all seems to go worse than ever, he gives you something that gives you hope.

word count: 2.9k

warnings: kissing/making out, fighting, sexual harrasment, love confession, piv sex, unprotected sex, first time sex

Taglist: @fan-goddess

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You slowly and reluctantly pull away from him after a while. Shoulders and chest wrecked by heavy breaths and lips split by the biggest smile of your life. Neither of you speaks for a second. Too concentrated to on drowning in each other's gazes.

“Shit, e-everyone just saw that...” You find your words first as the two of you realize that you are in fact not in a movie or your own little world, but still at your school's fundraiser. In front of a crowd of spectators, nonetheless.

“Yep, pretty much.” He replies in a much more confident tone that only you can hear over the cheering crowd. And then there it is again, that smile of his, that makes your heart feel like it is about to break out of your chest with how fast and hard it is beating.

“No! Kill me now, please!” You hide your burning face behind your hands as he chuckles.

“Relax, princess. It was just a kiss!”

You agree with him, but as you watch him leave it doesn´t feel like `just a kiss´. It feels like so much more than `just a kiss´. And as your mind fully returns to reality, there is only one thought. What are you gonna tell Aemond?

It takes a while to find your best friend in the mass of people that is walking around, but even that time isn´t enough to find an answer to that question.

“Is everything alright?” Aemond stands in front of you and looks at you with worry and your mind feels about as blank as it was during that kiss.

“Yeah, no, yeah. Everything was perfect. Something kinda funny happened actually.” You try to mask the wavering of your voice by laughing a bit more excessively than necessary. Hoping he would laugh along as you continue to speak. “I ended up kissing your brother.”

But Aemond doesn´t laugh. On the contrary. His face falls into a deep frown and his eyebrows knit together for a moment. He´s trying to gauge something. Then he lightens up again.

“Just don´t end up fucking him. Or I will literally never talk to you again.” He remarks in a half serious tone.

“What? No, ew, what do you think of me?” Arguably your tone is a bit too over the top to be believable, but if he suspects something Aemond doesn´t speak up.

You feel quite on edge after the conversation with Aemond and so you decide to run home.

Stretching before you go, your eyes land on Aegon once more. He stands a good bit further away from you so you can´t hear what he is talking about, but from the looks of it and by the way he leans down to the girl, whos back is the only thing you see, it all points to him flirting with her. You shake your head and start to run. Doubting the kiss even meant anything to him.

You are halfway through the way home when lightning strikes through the sky and a loud clap of thunder is heard. Luckily for you right in that moment Aegon stops his motorcycle behind you. You don´t trust the thing, but you also are not in the mood to get wet and catch a cold from the rain, so you put on the helmet and hold onto Aegon tightly. Still, the rain gets too strong to continue safely and so you stop at a gazebo to shelter yourselves from the downpour.

The air is cool and there is a tension that you can´t quite put your finger on, making you shiver. You slowly inch closer to him, to profit from the warmth that radiates off his body. Without a word Aegon takes off his leather jacket and puts it over your shoulders wordlessly.

It´s one of the first moments you truly realize how much he towers over you. His hands wander upwards from your shoulders and while his thumbs rest on your cheeks, the palms easily reaching to the back of your neck.

Your breath shudders at how softly his rough hands rest against your skin. Your heart beats out of your chest once more and your eyes are focused on switching between his darkened ones and his beautiful, pink lips.

This time it is you who moves in to kiss him. Simply unable to stay away from him any longer after the incident at the fundraiser. The way his lips move against yours in slow, perfect motions sends a shiver of excitement down your spine. Which leads to Aegon pulling you closer and picking up the pace of the kiss. You wrap your arms around him tighter in the same notion as to not lose balance on your tiptoes. And then, just as his tongue presses against your lower lip to silently ask for entrance the light of a flashlight takes you out of the moment.

You stumble away from Aegon as he is reprimanded by the security person, that he was warned about bringing girls to the site. Your mouth falls open with a scoff of pure disbelieve. Stomping away into the now dry but still cold as fuck night, that immediately forces you to turn around. “Just so you know, I’m still mad at you, but It’s cold and you are going to take me home.” You huff.

Despite your ruined mood you relax against his back as you once more hold onto him tight.

And as you close the door to your house the already rocky mood, doesn´t promise to take a turn for the better any time soon.

“I thought Aemond was driving you home tonight.” Your father's tone is even, but it is apparent that he isn´t amused.

“Yeah, sorry dad. Something came up so Aegon drove me.” You sigh as you walk past him.

“So, I won´t see you on a motorcycle again?”

“No, you won´t. I promise. I´ll go to bed now. The evening was kinda exhahusting.” You rub your eyes and close the door to your room before your father can say anything else.

You unceremoniously throw yourself onto the bed and pull out your phone in time to see Aemonds message before you hear the ping of the device.

“Did you get home okay?” Another deep sigh passes your lips as you read the message repeatedly. You didn´t want to lie to him, but you also couldn´t tell what happened yet. So, as you lie down, you try to remind yourself of rule number six of your friendship rules. If you can´t tell your best friend about something you're doing. You probably shouldn´t be doing it. In moments like these you wish your mom would still be with you.

The tension between Aegon and you only rises with time and with neither of you confessing or forgetting about the whole thing the end up making you both crazy. One day, while you are having a party with a lot of people from school, you see him swarmed by girls while playing volleyball and decide you are not going to sit with that dirty feeling of jealousy coursing through your veins. Pulling off your clothes you reveal the most gorgeous two piece, that pushed your boobs up to look better than should be allowed. You know he keeps a close eye on you and you can feel his gaze burning as you go down the water slide and play stupid drinking games. Of course, you never exchange a word. Day quickly turns into night and as you go to get another drink, slightly tipsy and alone since Aemond went off to make out with Floris somewhere, you find yourself approached by none other than Qyle Martell.

“You look pretty. You should come join me in the whirlpool.” His voice leaves no room for discussion.

“No thanks, Qyle. I´m good.” You refuse anyway. Not in the mood to entertain someone who is known to be, well... Qyle Martell.

“Come on. I´m sure I could make it worth your while...” He grabs you by the wrist. More persistent than before if that was even possible without flat out carrying you there.

“She said no, man.” Aegons voice booms from behind you. Full of the pent-up frustration of the day.

It gives you a chance to pull your wrist out of Qyle´s grip, who deems the oldest Targaryen sibling with a sarcastic scoff.

“I´m fine. Please just drive me home? Please.” You whisper, suddenly feeling tiredness weighing down your entire body. Knowing Aegon´s temper, you take him by the hand and pull him away from the scene, before the three of you gain even more attention.

It only serves Qyle right though, because when the two of you are a good distance away already almost out of hearing distance he decides to yell after you. “I´d be mad as well, if I was doing it with my little brother's sloppy seconds!”

You hear the laughter erupt behind him and while, selfishly you aim for a running away strategy, Aegon doesn´t. Instead, he runs towards the Martell, knocking him of his feet. By the time you make it to where the cars are parked you have made your peace with walking home and finding Aegon with a busted face tomorrow. But to your surprise you hear his voice behind you. Loud and shaking and addressing you by your real name for once. “Get in the car.”

You halt in your steps and wince, but don´t dare to turn around and face him.

“Just get in the car.” He slams his fist down on the hood of his car, before his voice becomes softer, bordering on begging. “Please”

With tears pricking at your lower lash line and your eyes trained on the ground you do as he tells you and get in the car. There is a heavy silence between the two of you for the first half of the drive. Until the blond finally finds his voice again.

“I´m... Sorry, for lashing out... But you gotta understand me here too. This wasn´t how it was supposed to go. I never meant to fall for my brother's best friend.” He sounds so vulnerable in that moment, you don´t know what to say and so you only look at him. Tears still shining in your eyes.

“Wait... this isn´t the way home.” You whisper confusedly, after looking out of the windshield for a moment.

“I want to show you something.” That’s all the information he gives you.

He drives the two of you out of the city and then some further. Leading you up a hill until you are at the perfect spot to overlook the city. The lights shining brightly even to the spot you are at.

You marvel at the view, with wide sparkling eyes, but the reality of you are there with catches up to you sooner rather than late.

“So, the how many girls have seen this with you?” You sit down in the grass, legs tired from the day.

“No one. I only come here alone. Well until now.” Despite his tender and honest tone, you scoff.

“Gods, you are such a player. Your literrally haven´t changed. You´re crazy.” You see a hurt look flash over his face, but it makes way to a smug smile as fast as it appears.

“I´m crazy about you.”

“Alright.” You sigh deeply. Shaking your head. “There will be some rules if this is supposed to work.”

“Bring it on.” He feel his warmth close to you as he sits down so close his shoulder touches yours.

“Number one: There can´t be any more fighting.” You count on your finger.

“Okay, done.” He chimes in.

“Number 2: You stop telling me what to do.” You put more emphasis on that one as you put up another finger.

“Cross my heart.” He swears, drawing an x over his heart with his finger. The gesture earns hum a serious glance telling him to let you finish talking.

“And number 3: If we do this nobody can know. At least until you know how to tell Aemond. I mean it. Not a single soul.” You put a third finger up and speak with yet again more intention.

It tempts him to tease you more. “Has anyone ever told you that you´re cute when you´re bossy.”

“I´m serious, Aegon.”

“So am I.” He cups your cheeks in both of his rough hands and you are a goner once more.

As if through a magnetic pull, the two of you move in for another kiss. Locking lips for a slow and languid touch. With out any interruption this time, it quickly escalates. Starting with him nibbling on your lower lip until it is a passionate, desperate fight for dominance. Every time he moves in again, he steals the breath out of your lungs only to breath it back into them. His hands wander down to rub circles into your hips, eliciting the sweetest sounds from you, as yours run all over his muscular chest and arms.

“We don´t have to do this.” He whispers breathlessly. His pale cheeks dark red with a blush form your actions and you can feel your own burn as well.

“I want to do it. I want you.” You assure him with a murmur in his ear. Kissing along the shell of it, nibbling on his earlobe and then trailing down to suck on his neck. Pulling away you proudly notice the small bruise that has discolored the skin. Your eyes flick up to meet his half closed, darkened by lust ones.

“Fuck, I need you too.” He breathes. Carefully pushing you backwards until your back hits the ground.

Instinctively your fingers thread into the silky locks that are his hair. Legs spreading for him to find his place between them. Your eyes shut tightly as he kisses you again. Teasingly rubbing his hardness against your core. The friction it provides pulls the sweetest moans from both of your lips, spilling into each other's mouths as you never break your kiss.

When he sheathes his cock inside your tight heat, your head falls back with a whimper of his name escaping your lungs from the stretch of your velvet walls. "Aegon...”

“I know. You have no idea how long I have waited for this.” His lips find the crook of your neck. Kissing and biting on the soft skin. Going lower. Pushing your shirt up to suck on one of your sensitive nipples, sucking his own marks into the flesh around it. Easy to be concealed later on as to not catch anyone's attention. The pace he sets is fast. A testament to both of your desperation.

“Gods, you are so tight.”

“Hmmm, you feel so good. Please, please.” You don´t even know what you are begging for, but the pleas seem to be the only words left in your mind. The rest is overtaken by him. His smell, the taste of his lips, the way his skin feels against yours.

The sound of skin slapping on skin drowns out the sound of the cicadas singing. You feel helpless to him in all the best ways. And then, one of his hands slides between your thighs to play with your clit, the other still twirling and pinching your nipples, you are driven right up to the edge.

“Aegon... I won´t last much longer.” You whine. Needily wrapping your legs around his hips to pull him closer.

“Me neither.” His answer comes out intermittently.

He picks up the pace with which his hips meet yours. Driving you into the earth underneath you, your hips barely able to meet his anymore.

“Let go for me, sweetheart. Come for me.” He encourages you in a strained, but all the same saccharine voice.

That´s all it takes to send you over the edge of pleasure. As your hips start to shake uncontrollably you gasp out his name. Feeling him spill himself inside of your fluttering cunt with a groan of yours. Too weak to hold himself up any longer Aegon collapses onto you. Burying you underneath his weight, but you don´t mind it. Once you are both calmed down, aside from your legs that still tremble around his waist, you lean your forehead against his.

“That was...” You look for a fitting word, but there are none to describe what you had felt. The intimacy, the bond, yet he seems to understand without you having to find the words.

“Yes, it was.” He nods ever so slightly to not have to pull away from where your faces rest against each other.

The two of you share a laugh and soon thereafter fall asleep. Exhausted from the day at the beach and your activities after.

You wake up before him the next morning. The last rays of the sunrise painting his face in a beautiful light. You have never seen him look so peaceful in your life. An almost angelic vibe surrounds him with the way his silver blond hair splays out around his head. You have no idea what would happen next, no clue how all this would play out. Though the feeling in your tummy tells you it won´t blow over easily. And yet as all this flows through you, one thought prevails. This is all that damn kissing booth's fault.

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

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fullofpossibilities · 5 months

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Adopted Au Headcannons for R!Leo

So this is very heavily based off of the Adopted Mikey Au and the Adopted Donnie Au done by @tblsomedoodles so if you don't know the basics that would be a great place to start. (They also gave me permission to write these headcannons to thank you again!!!!).

Basically, I was at work, and absently thinking about their Adopted Aus, and thought, "who would adopt R!Leo (otherwise listed as Blue) if he went missing in another dimension?" And first some reason the first person that popped into my head was 2012 Donatello, so this is that train wreck.

Keep in mind that Blue is, like, 3-4 yr. old in this au, and happened to get sent to the 2012 universe after being attacked in the sewers of his own dimension and doesn't go back to his home dimension until right before the Rise show starts.

Purple is R!Leo's comfort color (since it reminds him of his twin) so I can see Donnie being the first person he would latch onto.

-It helps that the reason Blue is in this universe would be a highly coincidentally timed portal on 2012 Donnie's end that transported both Leo and the mutant attacking him to the sewers nearby

Donnie goes to investigate the energy surge that happened during the fight and finds Blue, saving him from either the mutant that had been attacking him prior to the portal or the krang who might have been the reason for the portal in the first place, haven't decided yet. Donnie takes him home to patch him up, and gets imprinted on by a very lost, confused, and scared Blue who just wants his twin but hey this stranger is wearing Purple's colors so he must nice, right?

Blue obviously gets most of his sense of humor and energy from Uncle Mikey. They love to skateboard together and play pranks, usually involving a lot of messes to clean up. Both get into food competitions, where whoever can throw together the weirdest food combination and eat it without throwing up wins (Donnie always gets upset when they do that though, worried about Blue's health).

Uncle Raph is probably (read definitely) the most protective of the uncles, and even though he isn't the sensei, he still helps teach Blue how to fight. He'll introduce him to Chompy and show him to use the pinball machine, and if anyone accused Raph of going soft he'd slap their head then go get Blue for their scheduled nap (because Blue will only sleep if someone else is there). Blue likes that Raph is so big, because it reminds him of Red (even if Raph is bigger than he remembers Red being), and naps with him are the best (but he'll never tell his dad that). If I do include the fact that Blue gets plushies that remind him of his brothers like @tblsomedoodles did in their au, they were made/knitted by Raph (once again, something he'll never admit, he just claims he found them randomly)

Uncle Leo, of course, is the sensei, but they still interact outside of training. Out of all the uncles, Blue probably looks up to Leo the most, resulting in another "Splinter Junior" situation, but between Leos, and less copy but no less "hero worship." Leo is like the Jupiter Jim or Captain Ryan of Blue's childhood. Leo will introduce Blue to Space Heroes, and the two will spend hours basically fan-boying over the show.

Obviously Blue is closest with his self-assigned dad, Donnie. Donnie is the reason that Blue gets so interested in medical practices and chemistry, and Donnie has a lot of practice (cough Mikey) with grabby hands in the lab, so he knows how to keep an eye on Blue while still working in a way that lets Blue stay in the lab during the day if he wants to. Blue thinks his dad is the coolest guy ever, being able to make whatever he wants (He built such a cool car! and Metalhead was awesome!) and fixing anything that breaks (like his toys). He learns sarcasm by watching his dad talk with Uncle Casey, and boy was that something that Donnie will always regret (second only to the fact that Casey also seemed to be trying to teach Blue how to flirt). (side note: this would be in a universe that did not emphasize a lot of romance. While all of that drama still happened when they were teenagers, the only couple that I MIGHT have as canon in the Au would be Raph/Mona, because it was the only ship that didn't have some kind of problematic background). When Blue decides that his dad hasn't slept enough, he'll go and sit on his lap, and just start to fall asleep. In an effort to make him comfortable, Donnie will try to move him to the bed, and when he tries to go back to work, Blue will latch onto his arm and refuse to let go, forcing him to stay "just until Blue falls asleep." Leo walks in ten minutes later to the father-son duo practically dead to the world on the bed. On the other hand, if Donnie doesn't want to be disturbed by anyone, Blue will make it his personal mission to keep the uncles out of the lab.

It's unclear when exactly Donnie became Blue's "dad," it just happened one day with Blue walking into the room, half-asleep, and asking his dad (by his now new title) if he had seen his blanket/plushies. Donnie, understandably, freaks out internally (and later externally) but can't deny that something in him was both happy and sad: happy because he had grown attached to the little tot; sad because he knew that a time would come when he would have to send him back home (dealing with alternates has left Donnie with the very real realization that this is probably a another little Leo, especially after hearing Blue talk about his brothers). Among the infinite possibilities of universes, though, that would take some time, so maybe it would be ok for the kid to call him that? He'd ask for advice from his brothers and April, and all of them, while equally cautious, would encourage him to let it happen because dangit they're attached too (although Leo would be the most hesitant, with his sense of responsibility).

I'd like to think that Blue learned Spanish by watching tv with April and Casey. Sure, he watches tv with his uncles too, but I can't see them watching anything that might have Spanish in them. I'm imagining that April and Casey were babysiting and both fell asleep with the tv on (thinking Blue was asleep too). Some Spanish drama came on and little Blue fell in love with the accent, so he started trying to copy it. Donnie caught on and set up a system to teach him some of the words instead of just copying the accent (he doesn't know spanish, but there are a lot of learning programs online he can hack into). It becomes a bonding experience between little Blue and the humans, since they take it upon themselves to help him learn whenever they babysit (April being more successful in these lessons than Casey).

Blue was seen as very athletic in Rise!, so I imagine that he fairly enjoys sports. Watching Casey play hockey probably kick started it, which evolved into skateboarding, basketball, baseball, football, etc. He couldn't play all of these a lot, but skateboarding and basketball (or at least shooting hoops) were fairly simple to set up and do constantly. He likes baseball and football simply for the fact that it gives him and excuse to throw a ball and run around a lot, but he doesn't play them often and prefers the other two. His uncles help set up a basketball hoop in the lair for one of his birthdays, and all he did for the next week was shoot hoops.

He thinks April is cool. Leo may be Blue's personal hero, but April is a SUPER hero. She had powers and a cool outfit, and in Blue's mind that's all he needed to label his new favorite aunt as an honest to goodness superhero (followed later by Mikey's alter-ego Turflytle). He's always following her around when she visits the lair and trying to get her to make him "fly."

Instead of the lair being attacked by the mutant/yokai that tried to kidnap and eat Blue, I imagine that the event that triggers Blue's return to his original world involving the Krang. The Krang attacked the lair or there was an attack outside somewhere that Blue snuck out and got stuck in, but a Krang would attempt to drag Blue through the portal to use as bait or leverage, and Blue's ninpo messed with the portal and sent him home (without the Krang for some reason, idk its fanfiction so fanon magic). He returns to the same place where he disappeared in his world, not that he remembers that that is where he left, and instead of Tello or Angie finding him, it would be Raphie (because I'm trying not to be too similar to the original Adopted AU, no more than I already am). The rest of the Rise show continues as normal.

Maybe if I get more inspiration I'll do some headcannons for when R!Leo reconnects with his family in the 12 dimension, but for now this is all I can think of.

#rottmnt #2012 leonardo #2012 donatello #2012 raphael #2012 mikey #2012 tmnt #Adopted Au #12Donnie adopts R!Leo #It's adorable #based on @tblsomedoodles adopted aus #seriously if you haven't read those #do so

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shinestarhwaa · 1 year

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NEON || Choi San

Genre: Smut

Pairing: San x Male reader

Word count: 1.7K

Warnings/tags: San is readers best friends brothers, non idol au, top/dom!san, bottom/sub!reader, unprotected sex, m x m, namecalling (slut, whore), degrading kink (reader has a serious degrading kink holy fuck), size kink/reader has a smaller dick (fucking loves it tho), dirty talk, filth!!, hairpulling, San is hella rough, dickslapping, eating out, use of a sextoy, saliva as lube, praise,

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(welcome to hell)

Your legs wobbled nervously, looking at the broad, muscular and naked man in front of you. The neon lights of your room shone on his bare skin.

How did you get this lucky?

You had been crushing on San for years now, your brother's best friend since high school. He had a cheshire smile, cat-eyes and the cutest dimples you had ever seen. He had gorgeous black hair, tan skin and his broad shoulders sent you over the moon. You developped a crush not long after meeting him, and it just got worse everytime you saw him. He got older, more handsome, broader, sexier, sweeter even.

But San stole glances at you too. He scanned your body from top to bottom (ha.), and let his hands wander over your body when no one was looking.

One night your brother went to the bathroom and you and San ran into each other in the kitchen, where he stood behind you and ran his hands over your ass, squeezing it. If your brother hadn't walked in, he would've let his hands slide to your front. You had thought about it countless times by now.

And now, it was a year later and you ran into him at a party. It didn't take long before he kissed you when you danced together, his hands feeling up your body. As you were home alone for the weekend you decided to take him home.

You had stumbled through the house to get to your bedroom, your neon lights still turned on. He had laughed. Found it cute.

He found you cute.

And now here you were. A smirk played on his lips as he walked closer to you. Your legs wobbled nervously, looking at the broad, muscular and naked man in front of you. The neon lights of your room shone on his bare skin. How did you get this lucky?

San had undressed himself so quick you could barely process it. ''You look so cute darling... Why don't you take off your shirt and pants for me?''

''Yes, San,'' you nodded, obeying quickly and taking off your sheer t-shirt and ripped jeans, leaving you in your black underwear and fishnet thights you wore underneath your jeans. ''Call me sir, little one,'' he smirked as he ran his hands over the material of the fishnets, pulling it slightly. ''You like dressing up like a slut, don't you? You just wanna be used, right?''

You nodded vigorously, cock already hardening in the black panties you wore. ''Look at that...,'' San smirked, pulling your panties to the side, revealing your hard dick. ''You look so pathetic right now, look at that gaze of yours... You just wanna be ruined by me hm? Want me to stuff you full with my big cock? Want me to wreck you? So pathetic...''

''Yes, sir, please, use me, fuck me, degrade me, I'm your slut,'' you whined when his fingers grazed over your nipples. ''Degrade you hm? How much?''

''A-as bad as you want, I'm all yours, take me... please sir!'' you begged him, falling on your knees in front of him, leveling your face with his girthy length. ''Alright, alright there, little one, don't bruise your pretty knees for me... or should you?''

You nodded again. Not being able to hold back, you licked San's shaft from the bottom to the tip, dipping your tongue into his slit. ''Jesus, fuck,'' he hissed as he grabbed you by your hair. ''What are you doing, babyboy? Do you think you can just touch me like that? You think you can just do whatever you want?''

You shook your head, swallowing thickly as you saw his eyes darken with lust. He yanked at your hair which caused you to yelp, and threw you back on your bed. ''I'm the one in charge here, baby, understood?''

San raised his eyebrow as he roamed his hands over your thighs. You couldn't answer, you were completely drunk on San. You felt a hard smack against your dick, making you whine out loud. ''Answer me, am I understood, little one?''

Once again you said nothing, wanting to feel his hands on you again. He grunted, slapping your dick again. Your dick wobbled, pre-cum leaking from the tip. ''Fucking brat,'' he said, slapping it again, and again until you couldn't take it anymore. You teared up and whined, ''Sorry sir, please, I'm sorry, you're in charge, y-you're in charge!''

''That's right, I am,'' San said as he ripped your panties off your body, making you gasp. ''San, those cost-''

The look in his eyes made you shut up immediately. ''You don't listen very well, do you, baby?''

''N-no, I can listen, I listen well, please, don't slap me again, sir!'' you begged. San smirked. ''You enjoyed it though didn't you?'' San asked, ripping the crotch of your fishnets for better access. ''Y-yes but it hurts,'' you pouted, bringing out your puppy eyes. San's gaze softened lightly and he nodded. He spread your legs and ripped your thights further, exposing your awaiting hole.

''You're gonna be a good boy for me now, hm?'' San asked as his head dipped between your thighs, spreading your asscheeks apart and licking a stripe over your puckering hole.

''Y-yes, sir, I'll be good, please,'' you whined as he teased his tongue around your rim. You felt his tongue drag from the bottom to the top, plunging into your tight hole. San wrapped a hand around your cock, pumping your length slowly as he fucked his tongue into your hole, sending you into a state of ecstacy.

''F-fuck San- n-no I mean sir, fuck, more,'' you whined into your hand that covered your mouth. San's hand reached for yours, pining it down so you had no choice but to let out your moans.

After pleasing you like this for a few minutes he stopped and smirked. ''You sure open up easily, babyboy, do you fuck yourself so much, hm? I bet you do... Bet you split yourself open on a big fake dick every night huh?''

You nodded eagerly, revealing the big glass dildo under your pillow, surprising the elder boy. ''Shit baby, you are full of surprises,'' he smirked, taking the dildo from under your pillow. ''You take this thing in your little hole every night? Fuck yourself dumb, hm?''

''Y-Yes, sir, and I always imagine it's you. I imagine it's you using your cock to fuck me open. I imagine you fuck me while I have my small little dick inside my hand spilling my cum all over my chest, while your big dick empties inside of me,'' you moaned, chest heaving as San cupped your balls, massaging them gently.

''You want that huh? Want my big cock in your ass? And you wanna play with your pathetic little dick?'' San smirked, teasing the tip of the dildo against your hole after spitting on it, coating it with his own saliva.

''Yes sir, yes sir please, I need it!'' you whined as San hovered above you, aligning his cock with your own, your mouth watering at the size difference. ''Oh my god, sir, you're so big,'' you moaned, moving your hips against San's.

His smug smile and the drop of San's pre-cum dripping on your stomach made your eyes roll back. He entered the dildo inside you, pushing it deep into your hole. You let out a scream, feeling pleasure spread in your body as San hit your prostate with the toy.

''Oh fuck! Y-yes that's so good!''

''Yeah? You like that huh? That big shaft in your tiny little hole? Feeling my big cock on your little one huh?'' San sped up the pace of the dildo, earning a scream rippling from your throat. Little beads of sweat were dripping from San's forehead as he rutted against your pelvis.

''Fuck, Sir, fuck me! F-fuck me, please,'' you begged. ''Fuck you, hm? Did you deserve it?'' he asked, making you look at him by gripping your chin tightly with his fingers. ''Yes, fuck, yes! I'm so good for you sir, forever your good boy!'' you whined. ''Forever my good boy huh? Well I guess you deserve it then.''

San removed the dildo from your hole, tossing it somewhere behind him. He spat in his hand, spreading his spit over his thick shaft. ''Please,'' you begged, palming your crotch. ''Don't touch yourself, let me be the only thing... the only one to make you cum.''

The mood had seemed to change. He became more possessive, but his gaze still softened. He looked at you with a hint of admiration, rather than just lust. the mix of pink, blue and purple neon lights lit up your sweaty body, colouring you in vivid colours. ''You look perfect like this,'' San said before he entered you and gasped loudly. He filled you perfectly as he started pounding his cock into you deeply.

''Oh my God, yes! S-sir, yes, yes, fuck me, o-oh, oh yes!''

Moans fell from your lips like a stone rolls from a hill. It kept on coming, the pleasure that San gave you kept on coming. It was snowballing, making you feel the familiar sensation in your lower abdomen, knowing you were so close to cumming.

San tightened his grip on your hips as he fucked into you. ''You're so good for me baby, so beautiful, taking my big cock like that,'' he moaned.

''Sir, Oh god, I'm so close, San, Oh!''

''Yes, moan my name, moan my name, moan. my. fucking. name!'' San grunted in your ear as he pounded into your tight hole, aiming at your prostate. San's hips didn't faltered once, keeping his strict rhythm, not giving you a single break.

He threw his head back as he felt his orgasm creep up on me. ''Moan my name baby, fuck, you're gonna make me cum,'' he groaned, ''scream for me, who makes you feel this fucking good?''

''San, San, SAN!'' you screamed loudly, your orgasm washing over you, squirting your cum onto your stomach as San also climaxed, releasing his semen deep into your hole, painting your walls. The two of you panted heavily, riding out your orgasms together, sharing kisses while whining and groaning into each others mouths.

San pulled out and took place next to you, holding you in his arms. ''You were perfect,'' he whispered. He smiled softly, revealing his dimples. ''You were,'' you breathed out, ''we need to do this again, I want this all night long, please,'' you begged.

''I'm not denying you that, my prince.''

#kpop #ateez #smut #san #m x m #im going to hell for this lmao #male reader #this is a sin #youre welcome

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