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maniacwatchestheworld · 2 months

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DPxDC requested prompt #8

( @zylev-blog Heyo! I did the thing! Hope you like it! Obviously the Esparanto was run through Google Translate because like... Yeah... I don't know how to speak that... >.> )

Wulf couldn't remember how long he had been on the run for anymore. He had broken free from Walker's imprisonment, sure. But it wasn't long until someone else found and captured him. He wasn't sure who they were. Humans, certainly, but he couldn't understand the words they spoke, nor did they care to try to understand him. They had bound him in chains he could not break nor phase through, and somehow had been able to negate his abilities. It was only through luck that he managed to find an opening to be able to escape.

He had been running for a while now, but he knew they were always hot on his tail. He couldn't return to the Ghost Zone anymore. Too dangerous. Walker was surely eager for Wulf to return home and would certainly be well prepared for such an event by now. He would surely capture the runaway prisoner again if he did flee to the Ghost Zone, even if only for a moment, and he would have little chance of escaping the ghostly jailer again. No. He had to stay in the human realm. He didn't know how these humans were following and tracking him. But as he approached this massive and ominous city, he figured that this could finally be his chance to try and lose them.

At least he had successfully snuck his way into the city, but Wulf knew that he had to stay out of sight until he could find a proper place to rest. He had tried to hide his massive and inhuman build under clothes, but after a single accidental run-in with some little old lady who had clearly been startled and frightened by his size and appearance, he decided that it would probably be for the best if he stuck to abandoned alleyways and the sewers for now.

He didn't expect to find much down here in the sewers, especially not in the way of someplace to rest, so he thought that he was surely hallucinating when he came across what was seemingly something akin to a living room here in the depths of the sewers. He had been following an odd scent which was then followed by a warm light that seemed to dance only for him in the darkness, and it somehow led him here. This living room-like place was in a raised area of the sewer where it wouldn't get wet, even if the pipelines flooded. Arranged neatly throughout the room there was a couch, a television, a dining room table, and several chairs all of different kinds and makes scattered throughout the room. Attached to this room there was even an area where a fire blazed, keeping it and the rooms around it dry and much warmer than the rest of the sewer had been, and cooking utensils that had seemingly been set up to resemble something of a kitchen around the fire.

There were passageways deeper into this place, but Wulf was not about to dare to explore them. He had been running on empty for days now, and the apparent sight of this couch was too much for him to resist. Perhaps this was a trap set by the people pursuing him. But if that was the case, he would have to deal with that issue later. For now, he collapsed on the couch and let rest and unconsciousness take him.

"So you're finally awake?" A deep and growling voice greeted him the moment he shifted to open his eyes, but Wulf could not understand a word the voice said.

"Saluton? Pardonu, se mi entrudiĝis, mi nur bezonis iun lokon por ripozi…" Wulf began to sit up only for something to shove him back down again. The source of the voice, certainly.

"What was that? Couldn't make out a word you said there. Now tell me who you are, why you're here, and how you found my hideout."

It was only in that moment when Wulf remembered where he was and how he ended up here. He opened his eyes fully to look at person standing over him, but whatever he expected to see, he didn't expect... This...

There was a large... Creature...? Standing over him. It was standing on two legs like a man, but its skin was nothing like what he had seen on a human before. The creature was large, probably a similar size to Wulf himself, but was covered in a thick hide of scales. While it wore pants, it was not wearing a shirt, and it had the pointed teeth of a carnivore and eyes that ominously reflected the light of the fire.

"Uh... Saluton! Pardonu, kio estis tio denove? Pardonu, mi ne tre bone parolas la anglan. Se vi povus paroli iom pli malrapide, tiam eble mi povus… Ĉu vi diris, 'hideout'...? Pardonu, se mi entrudiĝis en vian kaŝejon, mi ne celis… Pardonu. Vi vere kaptis min senpripense ĉi tie. Lasu min rekomenci. Mi estas Wulf. Mi estas forkuranta kaj hazarde renkontis ĉi tiun lokon. Mi ne intencis transfuĝi. Kiel vi nomiĝas?"

The figure standing over him just stated blankly at Wulf. Clearly not understanding a word he said.

"Do mi opinias, ke vi ne parolas Esperanton…?" Great...

"So I take it that you're not from around here. No matter. I'm Killer Croc. And I'm a big deal 'round these parts! So who're you, and what's the deal with... All of this...?" The lizard man poked a finger at one of Wulf's arms. Wulf could gather that the stranger was asking him about his fur and who he was.

This time when Wulf tried to sit up, this 'Killer Croc' didn't stop him. However he did find that his wrists and ankles had been bound with some kind of rope. For now Wulf decided to ignore it. "You. Killer Croc?"

"Oh hey, look at that! You can understand me some!"

Wulf took the positive tone of the creature's voice as a yes. "Via nomo estas Killer Croc." Wulf motioned towards the creature. "Mia nomo estas Wulf."

"Wolf...? That's rather on the nose..."

"I. Wulf."

"Got it, got it! So what's with the fur? This just a costume for some weird gimmick, or are you just a mutant freak like me?" Killer Croc let out a small chuckle.

Wulf was having a hard time making out what Killer Croc was saying through his accent, but given the tone of a question and how he pointed at him, Wulf figured that the lizard man was asking what he was. "Mi estas estaĵo de la Fantoma Zono. Tiel mi aspektas… Uh... I ghost from Ghost Zone."

"Ghost...? You're supposed to be a ghost...? I've never heard of ghosts lookin' like you before!" The lizard man laughed.

In response, Wulf turned his wrists and ankles intangible and phased through the ropes binding him before holding the loose ropes out to the lizard man.

Killer Croc was taken aback by this for a moment before grinning. "Alright. That's a neat little trick there. What're you? A criminal like me?"

"Criminal?" Now that was a word Wulf understood all too well. "You criminal? Hiding?"

Killer Croc let out a light laugh. "You really don't know anything about this town do you? Yeah, I'm a criminal." He nodded. "You?"

Wulf felt a little more relaxed. "Yes. I criminal ankaŭ."

"Well then. I suppose that I can let you stay for now, Wulf. It's good t'meetcha. I'm sure we have a lot to talk about." The lizard man held out his hand to shake. Wulf wasn't entirely certain what Killer Croc had said, but happily took the man's hand and shook it anyway, a big grin on his face.

#dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #dc x dp #dp x dc #dc x dp crossover #dcxdp #dc x dp prompt #dpxdc prompts #wulf #killer croc #waylon jones

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hangesslut · 10 days

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Campfires & Ghost Stories

Levi Ackerman x Reader (18+)

(Smutty smut at the end, lovelies <3)

“Y/N, STOP IT!” I laugh loudly as Sasha yells at me. It’s been close to two hours of telling spooky stories and you finally got one that made everyone cave.

“Okay, okay! I’m done.” Grinning wide, I set back down on a log and feel the warmth of the campfire. Turning towards Sasha I drop my face into a horrified look as I stare past her shoulder. In reality there’s nothing behind her, but she jumps up and runs towards Jean, absolutely freaking out.

“What! What’s there!?” She stares at you wide-eyed. Trying to keep my composure, I fail and start dying of laughter once again.

“I’m sorry Sasha! You’re just too easy to scare…” I wipe the tears from my eyes and take a few deep breaths. Sasha just huffs and plops down on the log next to Jean and Connie. I pull my cloak around me and shiver lightly as the fire starts to die down. I go to stand up to grab more firewood, but get gently shoved back down. I look up and see Captain Levi. He nods at me and goes to grab more wood. You watch as he takes careful steps around everyone towards the area with our tents.

I’d never admit this to anyone, but I find that man so incredibly attractive. The way he holds himself alone is enough to kill a lady, but he’s also got these piercing eyes and such an intense way about him. He’s shorter, but I’ve only got a few inches on him. I wonder if he makes up for that somewhere else… I feel my face getting hot at the idea and I use my cloak to cover it. Levi walks back, tossing some logs into the fire and sits back down.

“Hey, you okay?” He partially grunts out. I quickly nod, keeping my face covered.

“Just cold!” Ugh. That came out a little too enthusiastically. I throw a quick glance at him and see he’s staring me down. He hums and slowly nods before looking away.

Looking around the camp, everyone seems pretty preoccupied. Eren, Mikasa and Armin are all talking about something that happened in training. Connie and Jean are picking fun at Sasha. I’m not even sure when or why I sat next to him, but Levi and I have been uncomfortably close on this log for awhile. I could have sworn we were sitting further away before he got up to get wood… Did he sit closer to me after he came back? I look down at the little space in between us, his hand dangerously close to my thigh. I start imagining what his hands would feel like, rubbing and grabbing my legs. Would they be soft or rough? Would he even do that?

I’m yanked out of my daydream by someone standing up and yelling about it being late and needing to go to bed. A few others mutter in agreement and head towards their respective tents. I look around and see that other than me and Levi, Eren is still sat looking at the fire. His face stretches into a slow yawn as he stands up.

“I think I’m gonna head to bed too, goodnight Y/N.” He sends me a soft smile and a small nod to Levi.

“Goodnight, Eren.” I give him a small wave and watch as he climbs into his tent.

I hear Levi clear his throat and I feel my body tense. “I-I should head to bed too, sir.”

I gather some things and lean to stand up just as Levi grabs my arm and drags me down. Landing directly onto his lap, I drop my things and gasp. All he does is slowly wrap his arms around my waist.

“Stay. Stay here with me a little longer.” He hums out.

I shiver in response to his low, warm voice and nod.

“Y-yes sir.” I feel him tense slightly.

“You can drop the formalities Y/N, it’s just us here now…” I feel his hand slide down my back and around to my thighs.

I try my hardest to relax, but so many things are running through my mind. I bring my bottom lip in between my teeth and glance down at him. I’m met with two shining eyes, staring me down intensely. I want to look away, but I can’t. I watch his eyes travel down to my lips, before coming back to my eyes.

“Can I ask you something, Y/N?” God. The way my name sounds coming out of this man’s mouth is intoxicating. I nod my head slowly.

“Use your words.” My breath hitches.

“Yes, sir…” I watch his eyes darken slightly. He brings one hand up and wraps it in my hair.

“Can I kiss you?” Oh god yes!

“U-um yeah. I mean yes!” Levi wastes no time and pushes his lips onto mine. My eyes shoot open and then quickly relax as I allow myself to fall further into the kiss.

His hand in my hair slides down as he wraps both hands under me. Picking me up he carries me over to his tent. I hear the zipper slide open, the next thing I know I’m laying on my back with Levi hovering over me. My eyes are wide and staring at his. He leans down and slowly starts kissing my jaw, sliding down to my neck. He leaves little kisses and bites. Letting out little gasps as he goes, I feel him smirk against my skin.

“You like that? You like how I feel, kissing you and sucking on you?” I let out a low, quiet moan at his words and I feel him pick up the pace.

“What did I say, use your words.” I whine lightly and bite my lip.

“Y-yes! I like it, oh god yes.” I struggle to get my words out, only to sound embarrassing. I hear Levi chuckle and he slowly starts rubbing his hands up and down my thighs. His body is fully in between my legs now and his hands keep inching higher and higher. I feel like I’m going to come apart already and he’s barely even done anything! His fingers slowly brush up against me and the feeling sends an electric shock through my whole body.

“A-ah! L-levi!” I look up at him and see him staring down at me, pupils blown wide. His hands make an effort at undoing my pants, popping the button and slowly sliding his hand in. I feel his fingers slowly slide up against my cunt, gently pushing a finger in. I gasp and arch my back. This feeling… I can’t even finish my thought before his thumb starts gently rubbing circles on my clit. I’m going to come completely undone on my Captain’s hand. Moaning and squirming, I feel so much heat around my lower half. Levi bends down, slamming his lips onto mine and continuing his movements. I feel myself getting closer and closer. Oh, I don’t want this to end.

“O-oh! Levi, I-I’m gon-“ I get cut off by another moan as I gasp for air.

He kisses my ear and whispers, “Cum. Cum for me baby. Cum all over my hand.” He picks up the pace and my legs start to shake.

His lips come down and muffle my moans as they’re borderline screams at this point. I feel myself completely unravel around his fingers and for a few seconds I’m in complete bliss. He continues his movements, slowing down as I catch my breath. When he pulls his fingers out I let out a small gasp and see him smirking down at me.

“How was that? I could tell you’ve been thinking about it all night, Y/N.” I feel my face go hot and I bite my lip.

“It was…amazing. Thank you, sir.” He laughs quietly. Slipping himself in beside me and yanking me towards him.

“No need to thank me, just lay here for now and relax. I needed it as much as you did.” He pulls me into his chest and wraps his arms around me. I close my eyes, relaxing into his hold and sigh. I feel myself getting more and more tired.

“Sleep, Y/N.” I feel him kiss the top of my head as my eyes flutter fully closed, letting sleep fully take me.

#aot #aot x reader #levi ackerman #aot fanfiction #aot smut #levi x reader #levi ackerman smut

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angelltheninth · 7 months

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You're Hot and You're Cold

Pairing: Pavitr Prabhakar x Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, domestic fluff, teasing, kissing, cooking, injury, comfort

Word count: 0.5k

Flufftober Day 12: Fire & Ice

A/N: Really struggled with this flufftober prompt but happy with how it came out.

"Ah! Shi- ugh!" Well that was quite something to wake up to. It was definitely Pavitr's voice, but he sounded very much in pain, so like a good girlfriend you wanted to see what it was all about. There was one of his discarded shirts that you found that seemed very cozy right now, so that would do for clothing.

You made your way through his apartment and just as you suspected you found him in the kitchen, jumping up and down and holding his hand, cursing his heart out. He didn't seem to notice you so you thought you'd enjoy the show and how silly he can be. It brings you joy.

Eventually he did see you from the corner of his eye. He shut his mouth right away and waived at you, his palm already turning red from the burn. "Hi. Morning. Nothing to see here. Just me making my lovely lady some breakfast. Go back to bed." He tried to hard to keep the pain out of his voice with little to no success as his voice cracked towards the end.

"Oh I'm sure you'd like that." You walked to the other side of the kitchen to the get an icepack for him, "Come here, let's get some ice on that before it gets worse." The food was already off the stove so there was no danger of getting a fire going in the kitchen, "Looking hot today. Cause of the bruise of course." There was no need to clarify what you meant, it could be true in both ways and in many ways it was.

"Yeah, lucky you I didn't get any on my chest and abs huh?" Pavitr let out a loud hiss which turned into a pleased groan when you pressed the icepack to his palm, "Ah, that's the stuff babe."

That was way too sultry, "Why are you like this?"

"Because you love me as I am. And I was just trying to get you breakfast in bed, not my fault the stove got out of hand." His fingers flexed against the ice pack, letting out another longer groan.

"Stooop!" You laughed, trying to stop him from grabbing you into a hug, "You said you made breakfast, we gotta eat it since you went through all that trouble." His hand still looked red when you removed the icepack but neither that or the cold stopped you from planting a small kiss on his palm.

"Well now I wish I got burned on my chest and abs. In fact, oh ouch, I think I did actually, and my lips too, better kiss me to make me feel better."

And that was the last straw. You pushed away from him and went for the plates, "Pavitr, I'll set the table, you go and take a nice, long, cold shower okay? Seems like you need to cool off." Pavitr pretended to be hurt by this statement but kissed your cheek anyway before skipping his way into the shower. As soon as he was gone you let out a relived sigh, "Why did I have to fall for such a cute dork?"

#pavitr prabhakar x reader #spiderverse x reader #across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderverse imagine #spiderverse fanfiction #spiderverse fluff #spiderman india #pavitr x reader #pavitr imagine #pavitr fanfiction #pavitr fluff #atsv x reader #atsv imagines #atsv fanfiction #atsv fluff #atsv pavitr #x reader #flufftober

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yourlazykitkat · 6 days

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I don’t know why but I always imagine azris falling in love in the the winter court.

They’d both be there for work- Eris seamlessly stringing people along with his silver tongue, Azriel spying through the pale shadows of winter. There’s a mutual understanding that when Eris notices a few rebellious shadows, he looks away with a blinding smile so that whatever courtier he’s charming doesn’t see a thing, that when Azriel watches Eris slip into the private rooms- he calls his own spies off and attends himself so that whisper of a conspiracy does not bleed out. They don’t get along at all but they are reluctant allies.

Which makes things confusing when Eris catches a glimpse of Azriel from his guest room windows. The sharp, dangerous edges of an imposing Ilyrian softening in the gentle rain of snow, sleet falling on a beautiful face which shifts from cold stone to quiet wonder. Things are confusing when Azriel as a spy, an extremely unwelcome guest, has no place to stay but cold abandoned rooms and empty rafters. Illyrians are resistant to the colder more than others but it doesn’t stop Eris taking pity on Azriel who’s shoulders are stiff and fingers are blue. Eris is warm, his hand drags Azriel to his own quarters- Azriel has never held someone who’s blood runs so hot. He wonders if all autumn fae are like this or if it’s just Eris. The autumn prince will hide Azriel in his room and it gets confusing when late nights when either of them can sleep, they start talking about Eris’ dogs, Azriel’s shadows. They argue until they have to go to bed furious at each other (but keep each other warm) on some nights and others, they confess forgotten dreams and weak promises.

It’s confusing because they’re both workaholics who know better than this. There’s no playing at work- that just leads to horrible choices and decisions that they can’t afford to make. They act on behalf of their courts, they’ve learned better than to listen to their thundering, traitorous hearts.

It was useless to fight it, the surge of emotion, the falling in love. Azriel has never felt more helpless when he treks the wintery forests with Eris one day for no other reason than the fact he wants to- watching Eris scale a tree with a fire flickering beneath his feet. Eris shakes the tree, ice and snow falls on Azriel and he can only look in the same wonder as that first night. Eris slips, on purpose or on accident, and Azriel rushes forward to soften the other’s fall. The flash of lovely red hair again the pure snow, warm laughter ringing out and Eris as an anchor in his arms- Azriel has never been more helpless.

Or Eris, who plays along with the winter nobles, with the high lord and lady. By the end of the day, he’s exhausted with these games. He doesn’t want to play with the mask. In quiet moments of respite, he sits in the cozy libraries with a book and by the frosted windows. He never finishes a book because by the time he opens to the first page, writing appears in the frost. Telling him he looks stupid, telling him he looks like a pretentious fuck. Telling him that they’ll bring back liquorice tonight from the court’s premiere confectionary even though liquorice fucking sucks Eris. Eris will write back. They’ll spar with a thesaurus: brute, prick, pain in my ass, the bane of my existence, the death of me- and one day the frost answers back a word Eris doesn’t recognise. But he is in a library and he hunts down the answer and when he does, his ears are red all through dinner. It was too much effort, he thinks to himself when laying in bed with Azriel who sleeps soundly with a strong arm over Eris, too fight against this.

#azris #azriel shadowsinger #azriel acotar #eris vanserra #eris acotar #i’m just a delulu girl living in an azris world #azris supremacy #acotar #sorry I haven’t posted in a while #I’m always thinking about azris #but I’ve been trying to write actual fics for azris week #I love them #I think they should kiss in the snow #also an excellent opportunity for a sick fic #what is a fandom without a sickfic

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darksaiyangoku · 3 months

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RWBY Winter Tales

Witch of the Shadows

Blake walked along the path with her familiar, a shadow cat named Fergus. In the City of Vale, there were rumours of a Demon Knight that would appear during the blizzard and slay any unsuspecting travellers. She couldn't stand monsters like that and she agreed to hunt it down in exchange for a weekend at the Library of Forbidden Tomes. There was a treasure kept inside that was far more valubale than any gold in Remnant. Blake shivered violently as she stumbled in the snow.

Fergus; Are you sure you can handle yourself in this weather, my lady?

Blake: O-Of c-c-course. I-I-I'm perfectly f-f-fine.

For several more minutes, the two of them kept trudging along and all the while, the snow became thicker. Blake started to feel her feet soak with each step and it was making her uncomfortable. Unfortunately, she didn't know any fire spells to warm herself up. Fergus shook his head, disappointed in his mistress' lack of forsight.

Fergus: Tsk tsk tsk.

Blake: S-Shut up. A-Anyway, are we in the r-right area yet?

Fergus: We need to go further left. According the citizens of Vale, the Demon Knight's stronghold should be right over here. *runs*

Blake: What the- Fergus, get back here!

Blake tried to run after her familiar, but the deep snow was restricting her movement. She was struggling to keep up and the snowfall was becoming heavy, obscuring her vision. Suddenly, she tripped over what felt like a loose branch and ended up falling down a steep hill.

Blake: Agh!! Ow! *rubbing her head* Damn it! *turns around* Huh?

Blake was flabbergasted. In front of her was a small, decrepit stone house and on the windows were torn flags of a forked Imp. This couldn't possibly be the home of a demon, could it? Blake tried her best to stand up and, grabbing her wand, carefully walked inside.

It wasn't what she had expected at all. The inside of the house looked like a common living room. There was a table, a few broken chairs and a bookshelf. Sitting on a dusty bench was a young man stroking away at Fergus, who trilled delightfully. He had blonde hair, deep sapphire eyes and wore torn white tunic. His most distinguished feature, however, were his horns. He was a demon. Blake shook her head. She couldn't just attack him. Fergus didn't appear to be in any danger and he didn't look like he was a knight either.

Blake: Um, hello?

Demon boy: Huh? Oh. Hello there, witch. I didn't hear you come in. Why is it that you've come here?

Blake: Um... well, I... *lowers wand* I was sent to investigate the reports of a Demon Knight who was attacking unsuspecting travellers. I-I hate to ask, but do you know anything about it?

Demon boy: *shakes head* No, I don't. I was exiled from the Demon Knights 3 months ago.

Blake: Oh... I'm sorry.

Demon boy: It's okay. To be honest, they were a bunch of dicks anyway. By the way, is this your cait familiar?

Blake: Yeah, his name's Fergus. *snaps fingers* Return to me.

Fergus disappeared in a puff of black smoke.

Blake: Anyway, I know you're not a member of the Demon Knights anymore. But did you at least hear anything about the attacks?

Demon boy; Hmmm, if it was attacks on humans, I think I might know one in particular. His name is Cardin and he's... well, infamous is putting it lightly.

Blake: Why exactly is he infamous?

Demon boy: Put it this way, even among demons, he's quite brutal. No one escapes an encounter with him intact. He truly is a monster.

Blake: I see. *grips wand* I hate to ask, but would you help me in finding him?

Demon boy: Well, my combat skills are a little rusty. *stands up* But if you need my help, then I will gladly lend you my services.

Blake: Thank you, Mr...?

Jaune: Jaune Arc. *smiles*

Blake didn't know why, but seeing him smile made her heart flutter a little.

Jaune: Now then, *stands up* why don't you sit down and I'll get some dinner ready.

Blake: O-Oh no no no no, I couldn't possibly-

Jaune: Don't be silly, you just came in from the cold. A hot meal will do you some good. The kitchen's not perfect, but I can whip up something real nice. Do you like tuna?

Blake: YES! I mean- uh, tuna is good.

Jaune: Two tuna steaks with asparagus and mashed potatoes coming right up. *goes into the kitchen*

Blake's stomach grumbled as she heard the sound of pots, pans and the sizzling of the fish. Drool dripped from her mouth as the buttery scent touched her nose. She smiled excitedly. Maybe she had finally found the one.

#rwby #rwby winter tales #rwby au #witches #magic #blake belladonna #jaune arc #cardin winchester #knightshade #rwby knightshade #knightshade rwby #blake x jaune #jaune x blake #jaune arc x blake belladonna #blake belladonna x jaune arc #demons dragons and magic

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vampire-exgirlfriend · 25 days

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All of my work is rated M or E (18+ only. If you’re under 18 this isn’t the space for you) and is ofc or xfemreader unless otherwise noted. Mind the tags. No use of y/n. You can also find me on ao3. My Misc. Masterlist is here and Star Wars Masterlist is here.

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Aemond Targaryen

they say I killed you (haunt me then) - Aemond x ofc Wylla Karstark | in progress | Wylla Karstark is content with her life in the far reaches of the North, happy even. She has everything she ever thought she needed. Until Aemond Targaryen tumbles from the sky, abandoned by his dragon and left at her mercy.

Paper Crowns - mafia au | Aemond x ofc Viserra Velaryon | Completed | Viserra Velaryon has never buckled under the weight of her legacy, of all that she stands to inherit. The oldest daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen, she has always understood her place in the world, in her family. But when her grandfather passes, leaving behind an incomplete will and a bloodthirsty widow intent on securing her children's inheritance, she finds herself in the middle of a war that she isn't sure how to fight. Her enemy? The boy she once loved, the man she's learned to hate.

Iron and Ash - When he looked at you it was as if he had peeled the dress from your body, the skin from your bones; you had never felt more bare than when the prince gazed from across whatever room you were in, his eye fixed on you and you alone.

You've Got My Body (Flesh and Bone) - Her violet eyes crashed against his like waves against a rocky shore and the mismatched jewel tones of his gaze had her feeling dizzy; she could just make out her reflection in the facets of the sapphire he wore in place of his right eye. Without thinking, she raised her other hand, tracing the line of his scar even though she knew he couldn't feel it beneath the knot of roughly healed tissue.

Shimmer - He was hot to the touch, as if he burned with fever, and you supposed in a way, he did. He burned for you, he burned in the way that only a dragon could, with the same fire that you felt heat your own

Daemon Targaryen

Meet Me In the After - Daemon Targaryen x oc Sabitha Blackwood | upcoming | The realm holds its breath as Queen Aemma approaches the end of her pregnancy. The king proclaims loudly to any that will listen that she will finally give him a living son, an heir, and all around him rejoice. But Aemma knows, after two stillbirths, three miscarriages, and a son lost in the cradle, that Viserys will not get his wish. Dreams plague the queen, dreams of fire and blood and a dead boy in a cursed crown. Sent to court to attend Queen Aemma two years prior, Lady Sabitha Blackwood is privy to all the queen's fears, to the anxieties that plague her daughter, Princess Rhaenyra, and the pressures of court that eat at her dear friend, Lady Alicent Hightower. Stuck in a loveless marriage with a husband who grows crueler with each month that passes without an heir of his own, Sabitha finds herself preening under the attentions of the king's brother, Prince Daemon Targaryen. As the two fall deeper into a torrid and dangerous affair, the worst comes to pass.

The queen is dead, the king's heir with her, and all eyes fall on the young women closest to her. Will Rhaenyra truly be named heir? Why do the king's eyes follow Lady Alicent? And what does Sabitha know that puts her in the gravest of danger?

When It Comes To You (My World Is Deep Red) - “Is that what you seek? A great love story?” she asked with a raised brow, dismissive of the notion that Daemon Targaryen would be swayed by something so simple as that.

Salt in the Wound | completed | There was a reason they said the Targaryens were closer to gods than men; it wasn’t just their dragons that held them separate, that held them above. No, it was the way that once every handful of generations, one came along that held the ability to tear the world apart with their bare hands, to rend it with their teeth, to melt it down and attempt to recreate it in their own image.

evening star | in progress | - A queen, locked high in her tower, a rose in a glass case.A knight in the form of a sharp tongued, silver-haired princess.A violet-eyed villain who speaks like a lover. Alicent has hardened herself against the promise of a gentle touch. Daemon has learned to taste love in the blood he licks from his blades. And Rhaenyra, lost in the fog of her father’s neglect, finds that she is the tie that binds. What does it mean for the realm when the Queen in Chains, the Realms Delight, and the Rogue Prince come together to create a light in the dark?

Jacaerys Velaryon & Helaena Targaryen

For the Love of a Princess - “Your fascination with me will be your death,” she said, arching up toward him, his shaky exhale ghosting over her face. She had no idea why she said it, though surely her mother would call for his head if they were caught, a replacement for the eye her desperate bid for justice could not procure.

The Conquerors (Visenya, Rhaenys, and Aegon I Targaryen)

Afterlife - She was not the wife he had wanted. He was not the husband she had wanted. All that connected them was lost now. “It should have been me.” The words came out in a whisper and Visenya wept.

Aegon II Tagaryen

Lips Like Lightning (Skin So Sweet) - This moment was just a miniscule light in the dark. But any light was better than none. Tomorrow she would leave, heading home to Volantis to start the new year back in her real life. And Aegon Targaryen, whoever he was, would go back to the people in the pictures.

heaven is not meant to house a love (like you and I) - Aegon Targaryen and his wonderful, fantastic, very good day. A they say I killed you (haunt me then) outtake, set one year before the main story. A birthday gift for @emilykaldwen

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we-are-maladaptive · 1 year

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so there's a piece of writing ive been working on and I don't know if its good enough for a full series or not, so I'll put it here and let you guys decide on what you think!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN. Feel free to send me an ask and I’ll write it for you! Remeber to check the rules first.

⋆୨♡୧⋆Bakugo Katsuki x Reader⋆୨♡୧⋆

The most notorious circus and entertainment show in all of Japan. Known for their overly-wild and downright dangerous performances. What makes them so special, though, is that all of the members who perform.. are quirkless. Proving that even without a quirk, that they are talented individuals with power, a very inspiring motive I'd say.

A good amount of people, though, crave one thing at this circus. The main lady. She is the bravest of them all, pulling some of the most dangerous stunts out there, such fire and passion in her work.Katsuki shouldn't have come to this stupid show. I mean, what's so special about a little measly tricks here n' there? Near the end of the performance, he was a bit surprised by some of the dangerous stunts that went on, but still a little grumpy.

They were now in the large fairgrounds area, a few blocks away from the main attraction of the fair, "The Quirkless". The large tent was peeking above all the visible rides and attractions, it was a very large tent.

"I still don't fucking get why you felt the need to bring me here." His voice was gruff and harsh, and it's not hard to tell who it comes from.

Katsuki Bakugou was now in his mid 20s, and was clearly starting to tone down a bit from his hot-headed teen years. It was still there, though. It would be there for the rest of his life, but not as bad as it used to be.

"Dude, we just thought you could use a break. You're way higher in the rankings then us, so your work is totally more packed than ours. It wouldn't hurt if you took a breather." Eijiro was right, he DID work a lot compared to what he was used to these past few months. Crimes and accidents were at a pretty drastic high, but.. a circus? There were many things his friends knew he had an interest in, and the circus was certainly not one of them. In fact, he had never been to a circus before.

Rather enticing music made Katsuki snap out of whatever daze he was in, and he and his 2 friends quickly started to see the gold glowing letters at the top on the circus tent entrance. Plenty of yelling and shouting could be heard from the inside.

"Yeah man, don't worry though." Denki was the one talking this time. "This circus is like.. the best in the country, no, the whole world! Especially the main lad-" He was cut off quickly.

"Yeah yeah, whatever. I don't really care, if it can take my mind off work for a few hours then I guess it'd be worth it... say. Is alcohol allowed here?" "I mean it's a young adults and adult only show, so I wouldn't be surprised if I saw booze in here." Denki proclaimed. "I even got my own!"

"Try not to wave it around, Denki. We just got here, do you wanna risk being kicked out?" At Least Eijiro was a bit smarter than Denki. "Oh... right. Anyways, I'll need A LOT of booze when I see the main lady!" Katsuki's ears perked up a bit at that.

"Oh? Who the hell's that supposed to be?"

Ejiro spoke before Denki was able to get the words out of his mouth, who knows what he would say.

"The main lady is what a lot of people look forward to when coming here. She's the one who does alot of solo dangerous performances. Of course there are more, but, let's just say she's.. very passionate and.. attractive."

Katsuki immediately felt his eyes roll, they were so hyped up over this show.. for a woman?

"That sounds stupid."

"It's really not! I think the motive of this show is very inspiring, I have been here before, it's so cool!" Eijiro nodded along at Denki's words. "Trust us."

Katsuki had no choice but to follow along. Not that he'd admit it, but a bunch of quirkless people putting together dangerous acts was a rather brave move. He was actually quite interested.

When they walked inside, Katsuki seemed rather surprised at how big the tent actually was. This was only the entryway before they got to the seating areas. Thousands of people were scattered around the large tent, with more to come since Eijiro begged to be at least a little bit early for good seating.

...

The show was going to begin soon. By now, Katsuki and his friends had sat in their seats, and had gotten their selected beverages and food.

"God... when is the show gonna start?? This is really starting to piss me off-" "LADIES AND GENTLEMAN! WELCOME TO OUR SHOW. WE ASK ALL AUDIENCE TO KEEP A SAFE DISTANCE AWAY FROM STAGE TO PREVENT ANY ACCIDENTS. NOW, WE PRESENT TO YOU, THE MOST NOTORIOUS ENTERTAINMENT GROUP OF THE COUNTRY.. THE QUIRKLESS!"

#bakugo x reader #bakugou smut #bakugou x reader #bnha #mha #mha smut #bnha smut #mha x reader #katsuki bakugou #bakugo smut #bakugo x you #bakugo x y/n #katsuki smut #katsuki x reader

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secret-engima · 1 year

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*slaps table* hi. This is the post where I talk about, yet again, why Kishi is an idiot when it comes to the implications of his own worldbuilding. Point 1. being that Kishi’s insistence that peacetime is bad for shinobi business is hot garbage and point 2. being the implications of ANBU being Scary even to other shinobi. Because the show makes it clear that ANBU are supposed to be the Scary Ones, the Dark Ones who do messed up stuff. Many fics have already talked about this, but not *too* many I've seen actually explore the implications of what that actually MEANS when put in the context of a society who thinks it's A-okay to give a knives and bombs to literal kids and shoo them off to fight things. Buckle up I’m going to flex my logic center and start talking economics even tho I never studied economics outside casual worldbuilding interest.

Okay to start off with, I’m need to talk about Not Anbu for a hot minute and describe some of the few things we *do* know about Kishi’s “worldbuilding” of the shinobi villages and their history.

1. Literally everyone but Madara the Madman agrees that the villages are a Good Thing that happened, even the missing ninja never breathe a word about wanting to go back to the Warring States Era where everyone was in clans. The implications of this could honestly be it’s own entire rant but I will restrain myself and focus on the topic at hand for now.

2. Konoha and every village barring the trash fire that is pre-Boruto Kiri have a thriving enough economy to be literal *cities* of very decent size and decent quality of life, which the civilians have a major hand in I’m sure, but tellingly the shinobi *make enough income to get by* and seem to do so very easily. I will probably come back to this as I go on.

3. Ninja villages not only have a wide array of mission ranks (which I will also come back to) but they are the ones who set the prices for individual missions, not the employers. This is seen in the infamous Wave mission when the bridge builder fellow lied about the danger of the mission because he *could not afford to pay for a mission above a C-rank*, which I remind you is the second lowest mission ranking in the system.

Alright with those in mind I’m gonna talk about the “peacetime is bad for shinobi” garbage because that does actually relate directly to the worldbuilding implications of ANBU. Just. Just bear with me here and forgive me if this kinda rambles in multiple directions, talking about anything with Kishi makes my braincells run for the hills on a good day.

JUMPING IN WITH THE PEACETIME THING. This is stupid. This is one of the stupidest things to come out of Kishi’s mouth in my opinion barring the existence of the cannibal space aliens. Why? Because despite Kishi’s love of explosions and giant flashy fights shinobi are supposed. To be. STEALTHY. And the vast majority of them now live in villages, which means they need steady income.

Post the unification of the clans into villages, wars actually became too big and messy to be profitable because it’s during peacetime that people have money to spend on hiring ninja. And we see them spend it on incredibly frivolous things when it comes to shinobi. Just look at all the D-ranks we see or are referenced in the shows. Babysitting, pet retrieval, fence painting, carrying shopping bags for civilian ladies, house cleaning, the list goes on. And these pay well enough, are priced high enough by the village, that Might Dai, a single parent, was able to feed, shelter, and clothe both himself and an extremely energetic child while also having time to train himself and his son and walk Gai to and from school. And the price tag for missions only goes up from there. Higher ranked missions pay more according to risk, but peacetime is when people will be able to afford those kinds of missions. *Wartime*, as war is defined in the show post-village creation, are giant, messy affairs where a lot of manpower goes to maintaining front lines and countering enemy action, leaving far *less* manpower and time to take on these kinds of missions, and with the mass destruction of land and resources that these wars cause, people will have less money to throw at having the magic ninja men do things like escort caravans, deal with petty crime, retrieve stolen items, etc. And those examples are just C-rank/B-rank examples. Most wartime missions that we see in the show are actually missions assigned by the village itself, not from an outside client, which means the pay is coming from the Village coffers and not an external source, which can get messy very quickly if they do not have the manpower to take enough missions from outside clients to refill those coffers. Remember that I’m coming back to it later.

Wartime, for village ninja, is loud and messy and ugly. *Peacetime* on the other hand, is the playground of the rich, the powerful, and the *subtle*. Peacetime is when nobles pay top dollar to *flaunt* that they can afford to hire a ninja or three to escort them around in broad daylight regardless of any enemies they’ve made. Peacetime is when nobles have the money to pay for ninja to go in and spy on rivals or steal secrets. Peacetime is when the Daimyo and other elites hire shinobi to escort luxury goods at high risk of theft, to deal with underground human or drug trafficking that is inconveniencing them, or to spy on their neighboring lands for information that will become useful next time they meet up to flex on each other in a “you don’t want to make trouble with me I have and know X”.

More importantly, peacetime is when the *lower* classes can afford to pay for the magic ninja as well. If D-ranks are enough to support a single parent and his child, then C and B ranks are actually going to be the *backbone* of a ninja village’s economy, not the A or S ranks. C and B ranks are going to be the highest pay for the lowest risk, and those will predominantly come from the merchant and working class who have enough spare cash to have someone deal with the wild animals harming their livestock, take out budding trafficking rings and bandit gangs or escort people and goods.

I don’t think I’m emphasizing this one enough. Look at a map of the Elemental Nations, look at the size of those countries. Now we don’t get a lot of info on cities in those countries (because KISHI) but there are bound to be plenty of villages, towns, and cities dotting those countries, and all of them are going to be connected in some way to each other via trade routes and highways. You’re going to have Konoha’s own supply lines and the trade deals they have with their own merchant families bargaining for preferential treatment in exchange for setting up shop in a ninja village on top of all the other merchants from all over the Land of Fire who, during peacetime, have both money and incentive to hire the fire-chucking magic people to ensure *all* of their goods arrive *on time, every time*.

You’re going to have merchants who have supply lines through multiple countries. Glass products from the Land of Wind. Inks, fine paper, and flavored teas from Land of Fire. Fish, oyster, and pearl products from the coast (which is especially high risk in areas near the disaster fire that is Kiri). Each and every country is going to have luxury products or famous higher-quality raw materials (*points at Iwa and their rock obsession, points at every product made out of high quality stone, silver, gold, or iron ore*) that the other countries are all going to want, and consequently you will have merchants that are going to be willing to pay top dollar to ensure those products get where they are meant to go and do so undamaged and in a timely fashion despite bad roads/bad weather/bandits/rogue shinobi hired by a competitor/wild animals/freak acts of the local kami because you forgot to pay tribute to their shrine last week.

The technology of pre-Boruto era is also still stuck in the *horse and wagon* stage, meaning you have caravans of this stuff moving on very strict, long term schedules, which means these are jobs that the village can charge per day or week on the road on top of the base price estimated from the level of risk to the shinobi. You have merchants who are going to give preferential treatment to the village of their home nation if they can, both because you Don’t Insult The Local Fire Breathers/Rock Gougers/Storm Summoners/Etc but also because the villages themselves likely offer discounts for natives of their country, or even contracts that are essentially subscription deals for those who have multiple caravans going out at the same time, multiple times in a year. A “pay this much up front and we will ensure that several shinobi are always on standby to guard one of your caravans” kinda deal. It’s been implied multiple times in the shows that the majority of any shinobi village’s workforce are chuunin and that jounin’s are elite, and C/B-ranks are literally stated in the wiki to be usually given to teams of Chuunin or sometimes two genin teams and their jounin pairing up for a joint operation. Chuunin are going to make their careers on guarding caravans, dealing with bandits, clearing road hazards, etc. If Chuunin are the majority of your workforce, then missions that chuunin can take are going to be, by necessity, the largest cashflow coming into your village.

If a war between two or more countries is happening, all of that gets heavily restricted because of the risk of infiltration, heavily impeded from road destruction and wartime front lines, or straight up *shut down* from lack of money and manpower to take those missions.

Can you see what I’m getting at now when I say Kishi’s peacetime line is stupid.

And here comes another fun aspect of this. Because where the money flows, so does the cultural norms. Now a lot of fics I’ve seen emphasize the child soldier thing and also how D-ranks are very likely a way to acclimate the genin to mission work while also training civilians to see ninja as Friendly Safe Workers who happen to have magic powers and knives. But the thing is, all of that work on acclimating the civilians to view their local shinobi as Safe To Hire is going to go out the window if you remind them too often that these people are literal killers for hire. Merchants are not going to want to hire Infamous Killers because that says to their customers and their potential business partners that they themselves are shady and possibly approve of murder to get their way. Poking at D-ranks briefly, farmers aren’t going to want to hire potentially unhinged murderers to till their fields, and nobody is going to want to hire even the genin to *babysit their kids*.

So.

In order to attract reliable patronage from these low risk, well paying areas, the ninja villages had to *alter their public perception*. Assassination missions, kidnapping missions, extortion missions, all of those over time became short-term gain/long-term loss for the village. So they took them on less and less, and those kinds of missions became increasingly *socially unacceptable* even to the shinobi, because if the village doesn’t approve of it, it’s not a good thing. What assassination/sabotage missions we do see or hear referenced in canon are always, iirc, targeting someone that can the ninja can safely point at and say “this is a bad guy”. High ranking rogue shinobi from other villages or crime lords or despotic warlords being I think the majority (if not the entirety) of the few examples canon gives us. Those are people that, when civilians hear about them being assassinated, the civilians are going to say “good riddance” rather than “oh no!”. And if those missions are the only ones that the common shinobi hear about themselves or take on, then that’s what they are going to associate with those types of missions. A high risk job that is nonetheless seen as Morally Right, even if their moral compass hinges mostly on who is the friend or enemy of their home village.

I could also get into how this has really interesting implications for what the Warring State Era shinobi economics were like and how Hashirama and Madara making Konoha was basically inventing the concept of unionizing but I’m not going to side track to that because finally, FINALLY, we get to the ANBU Are Scary Thing.

Because this. This whole thing about how peacetime is actually where ninja villages make their bread and butter and how the push-pull of being Socially Acceptable for Money turning into Actual Moral Perception is where ANBU’s identity as the Scary Guys comes into play.

Now we don’t know when ANBU was actually founded in Konoha or any other village, but I’m going to ballpark and say it was *after* the First War because of a few key things we know about ANBU.

1. ANBU are Scary.

2. ANBU are known to specifically hunt other ninja (specifically Kiri has a Hunter-nin branch of ANBU but logically every village would have this).

3. ANBU work is extremely psychologically and physically grueling to their members and has a high fatality rate.

4. Whatever ANBU does is considered messed up even by ninja standards. An example that comes to mind is a filler flashback where Gai ends up running into Kakashi on an ANBU mission where Kakashi is basically putting down enemy ninja that are defeated and attempting to surrender and Gai is visibly distressed by this.

The First Shinobi World War likely rocked the Elemental Nations as badly or *worse* than WWI did for the real world, because this was the first time “war” was not defined as two or three noble lords throwing peasants with spears or the occasional ninja at each other or two or three shinobi clans having a protracted blood feud that they could only initiate when they weren’t busy trying to feed their own families. Assuming Konoha has the average number of shinobi clans that can be found in a shinobi village, that means we had somewhere upward of 55 clans from various countries throwing everything they had at each other on open battlefields, destroying large amounts of landscape, and causing shinobi and civilian casualties on a mass scale that even the most fire happy Uchiha could not have achieved on their worst day. This was also after Jinchuuriki became a thing, so this war was the first demonstration of what it’s like to essentially duct tape a nuke to an emotionally volatile child soldier and see what happens when you throw two or more of them into a battlefield.

The economy of the villages and their respective nations would have been in chaos after the war. Entire towns, roads, and bridges are straight up gone, chunks of landscape for miles around have been drastically rewritten, the death toll is high and the missing persons list is even higher and in the wake of this you’re going to have *every* would-be warlord and their grandfather getting uppity and trying to stake a claim on what they can of the wreckage. This includes Rogue Shinobi, likely the first real appearance of Rogue Shinobi in ninja history, at least on this scale. Lots of shinobi are going to be disillusioned from the war, exhausted, more than a few are mentally broken from the traumas, and all the ninja who have no moral compasses and dreams of power are looking at this and deciding “hey, now is a great time to become a warlord”. On top of all this, since most of the wartime missions were assigned by the villages themselves and not an outside client (with *very minimal* cash flow coming from the Daimyo himself since presumably the war was partially his idea, but even the royal coffers are not enough to run a military city the size of Konoha kthanks), the village coffers are likely hanging out somewhere between “Naruto’s childhood allowance” and “I can offer you lint”.

Obviously, these things need to be taken care of pronto, and with the villages scrambling to have the money to rebuild, the Kage in charge are going to be much more willing to take on dirty missions like assassinations, extortion, blackmail, *whatever* just to refill the village coffers. But. The ninja villages still need to keep their social acceptability in order to start getting their C and B ranks back, especially after the war opened everyone’s eyes to how destructive shinobi can really be in large numbers. They cannot afford to be seen killing left and right and the Rogue ninja are a huge stain on their village’s reputation, but openly advertising that “hey, if anyone leaves the village we’ll behead them” really isn’t going to do any favors for keeping the shinobi who are in the same mental space Tsunade was when she got fed up and left Konoha altogether.

And this, I think, is what gave rise to the existence of ANBU. The Kages picking their remaining highly skilled and most loyal followers, putting them in masks so that they cannot be easily identified by civilians, and sent out to quietly complete these high level, socially unacceptable missions. They were sent out to deal with Rogue shinobi and make them disappear without advertising to all the other traumatized village shinobi that their village is “serve or die” rather than the more patriotic “we fight for our home” that they were raised with. They were sent out to perform civilian assassinations, extortion, whatever they were offered in order to shore up the village’s shaky economy of the time and enable the Kage to pay their soldiers.

Then, after the economy stabilized, the ANBU just kinda … never left. Because by then the respective Kage had realized that being able to take on these kinds of missions with high pay and no loss of social acceptability was useful, and in the wake of the First War with everyone being simultaneously paranoid of their neighboring country but also on eggshells to not start another war, the anonymity of ANBU became a convenient way to keep an eye on each other and subtly attempt to sabotage the other when it looked like they were getting too powerful. The next two Great Shinobi Wars only solidified ANBU’s role in the hidden villages for those very same reasons, even though I would argue that they were ultimately a Bad Idea because they put too much power in the hands of the Kage without their village clans being able to hold them responsible, and that’s how we get stuff like Danzo™ and the crimes committed by Danzo™ and the Sandaime against the Uchiha. The existence of ANBU and the ability to “anonymously” jab at each other also just encouraged the animosity between the Great Shinobi Villages, and allowed warmongers (Danzo™) to ensure that an actual peace never fully settled in until the 4th Shinobi War happened.

And the peace post the 4th war, by the way, SHOULD have been a huge boom in the popularity and use of shinobi rather than the detriment that the Boruto manga/anime insists on for like- all the reasons stated in the economics part of this rant as well as the rise of CORPORATIONS that would happily pay a lot for shinobi in a host of different capacities and also people paying for shinobi to pretty please come help rebuild our destroyed homes and farmland with your fancy ninja powers.

It’s also canon that several shinobi retired and went into other professions in the wake of this peace and alliance, such as *acting*, which opens up an entire potential slew of missions geared specifically toward movie producers using their new technologies and their bigger budgets to hire shinobi as stuff like stunt doubles, live special effects artists (need to rehearse but the set isn’t done yet? No problem!! Just hire someone with *genjutsu* to make your actors the ultimate set/stage), *makeup artists* (hey those infiltration skills come in handy in a lot of ways), and more. And that’s just one “modern” profession off the top of my head that would adore having Magic Ninja People available for hire.

I’m sure I’m missing a ton of potential peace time jobs and economic implications because again, I only research this stuff in relation to worldbuilding fictional places. But there we go, I have just gone a 3k rant about ninja economics in order to explain why ANBU are Scary. I hope ya’ll enjoyed.

A side note I couldn’t find a good spot for in the actual rant but another factor in the shinobi villages having to change their behavior and seem Socially Acceptable is because of the rise of civilian-born shinobi in their genin/chuunin ranks. Because there’s no way a civilian family is going to *want* their child to become a murderous psychopath. A competent, magic wielding defender of your merchant uncle’s caravans on the other hand…

Other rants I need to do at some point when my braincells aren’t mush are:

1. My personal HCs on Konoha’s orphanage/foster system (aka Hi, Let Me Give You More Reasons To Hate Sarutobi Hiruzen)

2. Ninja Economics Two: Warring States Boogaloo (Edit: now available here!)

3. Why Cannibal Space Ninjas Are The Stupidest Idea of Multiple Stupid Options

4. Boruto Ninja Cults: What Kishi Could’ve Done Instead of the Garbage We Got

5. Genin Corps (Aka Reasons Kishi Could’ve Given for Why No One Thought Kabuto Was Suspicious But Didn’t. Aka Ninja Economics 3 Babyyyyyy)

#Secret Engima Rambles #SE rants #naruto worldbuilding #ninja economics #boruto #taking red string and thumbnails of logic to Kishi's hot nonsense

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aethon-recs · 1 year

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January 2023 Tomarrymort One-Shots

I wasn't planning to do a month-by-month rec list, but my god did January deliver on one-shots — so many showstopping works were published this month that these 10 fics deserve their own post. And what a variety too(!), with fics ranging from A/B/O to love potion mishaps to fem!Harry, and even canon-compliant(-ish) Harrymort.

Criteria for this list: one-shot, complete, published in January 2023 (yes, in the last month alone!)

Why one-shots?, you may ask. The majority of what I read is chaptered works and longfics, but I think one-shots can be a bit overlooked and underrated — they don't have ongoing updates on AO3, and the first rec lists in this ship that I encountered were dominated by longfics. So I wanted to celebrate and highlight the amazing work that the writers in this fandom are doing in short-form writing. Also, one-shots tell a full story arc in one go — and isn't that wonderful to get plot resolution and closure in a single sitting?

(Thank you also for dropping recs into my ask box! Please keep them coming!!)

Tomarrymort Recs (January 2023)

a dream is a wish by @funkyatheart (E, 5k)

This was such a delight to read from beginning to end. Cleverly weaved in between the canon events of book 5 are SUPER HOT dream-sharing sequences that show the escalation of Harry's increasing fascination with Voldemort. And we're gifted with hemipenes and consciousness-sharing through their mental link — what more can I can ask for from a Harrymort smut scene??

A Special Day by @vdoshu (E, 3.5k)

My jaw was ON. THE. FLOOR. for this whole fic. Grumpy old man Voldemort with all his old man habits was such a delight to read about — I don't think I've ever seen this concept done before. And when Harry shows up, the narrative tension is so good and kept me on the edge of my seat. I can't say much more without giving things away, but I definitely recommend this as one of the most unique and twisted concepts I've ever read in Harrymort.

Banish Me to the Garden of Eden by @contrarywiseizybel (M, 7k)

Rich, sumptuous descriptions run through this entire fic and bring to life — very vividly — the entire story arc of Harry locked up in a tower as Voldemort's captive and how he gradually comes to make the best of his fate. The author's writing is so poetic and lyrical and makes really good use of repetition, which gives the whole fic a very fairy-tale-like quality (including the happily-ever-after ending!)

Bruises Like Violets by @noumena-writes (E, 3k)

A forbidden romance between Tom and Harry who are on opposite sides of the war makes their last tryst VERY high-tension and fraught with danger. As always, noumena's writing is full of so many gorgeous and richly detailed phrases, like "The raging fire that burnt through every angry spell was slowly eating away at Harry, leaving a battle-weary shadow in his place." Absolute 🔥 writing.

Cherish by @amors-mordre (G, 1k)

This fic gave me the absolute chills in just 800 words. Voldemort is at his manipulative best here, as well as absolute peak possessiveness. The dynamic between Voldemort and captive Harry is delightfully creepy and leaves you craving more.

his lady in crimson (who reaches through time) by @ellorypurebloodculture (M, 5k)

This was such a cool non-traditional time-travel story! All the descriptions of fem!Harry and her outfits are absolutely gorgeous — I don't think I've come across this level of detail to costuming in very many other fics before; it was one of those really nice details that you can tell the author put a lot of work into and that really made the fic very memorable for me. And oh god, I felt every moment of Harry's heartful yearning and desperation and urgency in reaching out across time to Tom, and how much she loved him already — an absolutely beautiful love story.

never a victimless crime by @duplicitywrites (E, 7.5k)

Someone doses Tom with a lust potion keyed to Harry — and an absolutely wild, chaotic, wet, filthy hot mess of a shower-scene PWP ensues, featuring Tom who's been drugged out of his mind and Harry who's trying to do the right thing but is similarly incapacitated by a mild concussion. This had so much sexy chaotic energy, and is definitely one of the best things I've read on AO3.

Serendipity by @lissiamoonstone (E, 6.5k)

SO MANY LAYERS OF DUBCON. SO MANY LAYERS. And combined with super possessive Alpha Tom and Harry being in heat and somnophilia as the icing on top!? This was such a delicious mind-fuck — I reread it a few times and kept finding new things to notice, and I know I'll come back to reread it many more times.

They, of Riddle Manor by riddlereading (M, 16k)

I think this is one of the most unique Voldemort-wins story arcs I've read in Tomarry. Just one thing goes differently when Tom goes to Riddle Manor for the first time, and he doesn't end up killing his muggle relatives, which then sets off a sequence of events that result in Lily not dying and Harry growing up (with a happy childhood) in Riddle Manor. It's absolutely adorable from start to finish, and I had a huge smile on my face when I finished.

Tom Riddle’s Guide to Repeatedly Failing to Get Laid in the Restricted Section by TheOnceandFutureQueenofTarts (M, 3k)

I jumped to open this fic when I saw some of the tags here — dubcon, amnesia, mind manipulation(!!) This was such a fun and snappy read, featuring one of my favorite things — Tom repeatedly fucking with Harry's head to get what he wants (in this case, getting laid). He is absolutely undeterred and plays dirty, and we would expect nothing less of our favorite babygirl dark lord in training 💕

#tomarry #harrymort #tomarrymort #tomarry recs #tomarrymort recs #hp fic recs #one-shot recs #ao3 recs #fanfic recs #harrymort recs #2023 reads #2023 recs

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ctitan98official · 3 months

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Lady and the Idiot part 2

Alright, goofy Y/N and an annoyed Alci coming right up! First part here! Let’s get into it!

The last couple of days have been grueling. Work never seems to end, but you want to do your best and help your fellow staff… Also, ever since Alcina had scolded you… She’s gone from hot to completely irresistible in your eyes. Why are you so attracted to the idea of her being mean to you?? That cannot be healthy. Oh well. It’s probably nothing to worry about. Maybe.

Anyway, you want to impress Alcina so you’re working your ass off. Nothing shows devotion like hard manual labor!

In addition to learning how to do things by fucking them up the first time through, Dani has been your hero. The last few days have been spent with her showing you the specific things her sisters are looking for when they get their rooms cleaned. It’s literally going to save your life… Right about now.

You’ve just finished cleaning Cassandra’s room. Clean as a whistle! However, as you leave, the middle daughter comes in and immediately shoves you up against a wall. “You better not have missed a spot, darling.” She growls with a devious smirk.

You’re scared stiff as she carefully inspects your work.

Cassandra runs her finger along her desk to check for dust and then examines her fingertip. Dani had advised you to be extra thorough when it comes to dust. The brunette can’t stand it.

Cassandra growls again, but this time she is more annoyed than anything. Apparently, she was looking for a reason to kick your ass. “Watch your back, pipsqueak. Now beat it.” She says and waves you off.

You are so glad she didn’t kill you that you accidentally blurt out something you really shouldn’t have. “Thanks, cutie!” You say… Before realizing your fuck up.

Cassandra stares at you, trying to figure out if she should eviscerate you where you stand or clap at your bravery. However, she quickly decides that you’ve just lost your internal organ privileges and swarms after you, sickle raised.

You run down the hall, screeching as you go, hoping for something to distract Cassandra so that she’ll leave you alone.

Thankfully, a distraction does pop up. Unfortunately, this one’s even more dangerous than Cassandra.

Big Mama Alcina herself steps into view and you crash right into her. Surprisingly, knocking Alcina right on her ass. Thankfully, you know for certain that she’s got a lot of padding back there so she’ll be fine… But it’s not like you would have ever checked her out, or anything! (You liar).

Currently, you’re face deep in her cleavage, not that you’re complaining, but the startled gasp you hear from Cassandra lets you know that you’ve fucked up big time.

Alcina is seething. She easily throws you off of her and you try to regain your footing before tripping face-first into a wall. Ouch.

“What the hell is going on?!” Alcina bellows.

Cassandra begins childishly pointing at you and blaming you as you shake your head to clear the stars from your vision.

Once Alcina gets a better look at you, she remembers you from the other day. “YOU!” She growls and grabs you by the collar of your shirt. “You are the most disrespectful little welp I’ve ever met!” She snarls. “You’re fired! Be thankful that I’m not going to kill you! Now, get out of my sight!” She rages and drops you to the ground.

You are crushed. You can’t seem to do anything right here. You just need a little bit more time to process things… And sometimes you speak before refining your thoughts. An environment like the castle does not allow for either of these traits.

Maybe this is for the best… But, you hate that you won’t get to keep working with the new friends that you’ve made… Alcina does not like you… And you won’t get to talk to Dani anymore. It really sucks.

Speaking of Dani, she heard every word of Alcina’s admonishment from down the hall. She rushes over to you with tears in her eyes. You’re the first real friend she’s made since she was created. She can’t stand the thought of having to let you go. She hugs you tightly and you wrap your arms around her. “Y/N, don’t go!” She cries, heartbroken.

Alcina and Cassandra share startled looks at one another when they see this display. They didn’t realize you two even knew each other.

“It’ll be okay, Dani.” You try to comfort her.

Dani suddenly turns to her mother, tears streaming down her face. “Y/N is the only person who doesn’t judge me and think that I’m some useless child! You can’t take them away from me!” Dani begs before breaking down even more. She slumps to her knees in anguish. What is she going to do now?

Alcina feels her heart drop at Dani’s impassioned plea. She didn’t know that her daughter had felt so alone. Alcina dismisses Cassandra and the brunette hurriedly makes herself scarce.

The Lady of the castle moves to kneel and hold Dani in her arms. She looks over at you before sighing. Clearly, you hold more worth than she realized.

“Alright, draga. Y/N can stay.” She says, surprising both you and Dani.

“What?” You splutter.

Dani gasps before hugging her mother back. “REALLY?!” She squeals excitedly.

Alcina chuckles and cups Dani’s cheek. “Yes, draga. But, they will only be assigned to help you. I can’t let them have free reign of the castle.” She rolls her eyes exasperatedly.

“Thank you, mama!” Dani says before tackling you in a hug.

“Just try to keep them out of my sight.” Alcina waves dismissively before wearily going back to her study. She knows she’s going to regret this.

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polarisdelphi · 5 months

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Continuing my Arthurian concepts, Lancelot of the Lake (I wanted it to be Lancelot du Lac, but alas, it looked really bad on his sheet, with the fancy font and all). As I did with Arthur, we have Lancelot and his sword - again, I just have a thing for designing fancy swords :')

His whole concept is blue, because you know... Of the Lake. Child of Avalon. It had to be blue hahaha every detail on his sword/armour is to look like plants, fountains and water.

I also wanted his sword to have that ~clashing~ of fluid like fountain shapes and rectangular, harsh line shapes because even if he is water, he is also constant in his loyalty, beliefs and is someone you can rely on.

(oh I told you guys I have some hot takes regarding Lancelot, Guinevere and all that... 'TIS LOTTIE TIME NOW)

Also did the whole ~testing Photoshop layers thing~ again and, lo and behold, we have some vitral looking version of Lancelot. It can also be him during one of the rituals in Avalon, who knows ;)

More ramblings on my version of Lancelot, what I thought during his design, who he is to me as a character and why he has that insufferable smug smile, under the cut below hahahaha

(fangirling? yes, fangirling over arthurian legend, yee been warned)

First things first: YES, Ioan Gruffud.

I fell in love with Lancelot because of him in the 2005 King Arthur movie and that is FOREVER the vision I have of Lancelot, this man has SINGLE-HANDEDLY made me believe he is a loyal friend and a little shit at the same time and there is NO room for another Lancelot in my mind.

I fucking love him so much

The 2005 movie is one of my favourite versions (I was 13 when I first watched it, he was my teenage crush, I'll love it to death) - but it does leave a lot of the characters out to create a whole other story on its own. I love it, but there's so much more on Arthurian Legend we can work on!

My Lancelot, then: yes, prince of Benoic. Taken by Avalon, raised by the Lady of the Lake, ruthless in combat. Best Knight of the Round Table, could even be better than Arthur (some say), and fiercely loyal to his companions and commander.

One hell of a womanizer, though. This man can't see a good looking woman - or even man, for that matter - without starting to flirt and say some things that would make even the gods flush. Everyone laughs while Galahad wants to die every single time Lancelot's flirty mode is ON.

Pretty useful when they have more stealthy missions that require lying, deception and cheating - be it men or women, Lancelot's charm will NEVER fail.

(other more "brutish" Knights, so to speak, say it's his Avalon ✨ pixie charm ✨ - and really, the man doesn't disagree)

Even if he is very loyal to his friends, brothers in arms, and his beloved Arthur, he can't be like that in romances, though. Lancelot's love is a quick flame that burns down an entire forest in the blink of an eye and it's put out quickly with a heavy rain the day after, while Arthur's love is a lingering fire on a winter night, keeping his lovers warm and away from harm as long as it has wood or coal to burn.

That's why I chose to give Lancelot a more reliable look with all the rectangular shapes, constant stripes and more of a "bulky" look compared to Arthur (Arthur has more of a slim-strong constitution). But he also has some sharp points, because of how dangerous he is, and the ever flowing shapes of the water of Avalon - like his very flowy dark blue cape.

He's always covered in blood too. He is the best Knight, he has no problems when it comes to killing, and he doesn't have Arthur's moral compass. If he has to be ruthless, he will be.

(told ya this man lives rent free in my head)

And that's very important to his character, in my opinion. Lancelot is a pagan, he doesn't mind bloodshed, and he certainly has no issues with giving in to lust and earthly pleasures. There is no Heaven to judge him, and no Hell to burn him. He is fatally human. Not trying to be better and to go on a moral high horse when his hands are covered in blood and his only talent is death - just surviving his times as he can.

HENCE - and brace yourselves for hot take time! - why he loves Guinevere, but he's in NO WAY a better man than Arthur. He would stop his flirting and womanizing shenanigans for her, but WHY would she give up someone so absurdly upstanding and unreal like Arthur for him? And he doesn't want her to. She deserves better than him. He loves being around her, his heart aches, but how many hearts hasn't he broken? It's kind of a poetic justice sort of thing in his view.

And he wouldn't sleep with her, not when she loves Arthur and Arthur loves her so fucking much. He might be a little shit, yes, sassy, bitter, hedonistic and even annoying at times - but he is loyal. He doesn't love easy, and when he does, he loves hard. And he loves Arthur too much to do the one thing that would destroy the man he would give his life for.

He's a bastard, but he does have standards. A bastard with feelings :)

Jokes aside, this is, again, MY take on Lancelot. MY Lancelot, is all fun and games, will argue religion with every single catholic/christian he meets on his way, will get covered in blood during battle, will kill with no remorse, will drink with no remorse, will indulge in sex and break hearts with no remorse.

But he will give his life for his friends - he will sacrifice everything for those he loves, and his loyalty can never be bought - for in the end of the day, if he's lying on the grass choking in his own blood, he knows those are the ones who would come to his aid. He knows Arthur would rather die for him than watch him die - even if Lancelot thinks this would be the utmost stupid-est and unfairest thing to ever do.

The world deserves and needs an Arthur in it - not a Lancelot.

In my Arthurian Legend, this is his character, this is who he is. A lot more darkness and existential dread, pleasures and adrenaline rushes in battle to cover up how flawed he thinks he is - even if bards sing of his heroic feats, his reputation is that of a hero and women everywhere swoon upon hearing his name, painting him as a knight in shining armour.

He's not - he's a womanizer in a blood stained armour, pledging his killing skills to someone who has a better, idealistic view of the world and higher moral standards than him.

If you read all of this, thank you for coming to my TED Talk, and do know I suffered immensily not making him a dual-wielding killing powerhouse.

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dogshit-gambler · 1 year

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she calls me papi chulo: alejandro vargas x F!Reader

When Lady Gaga said hot like mexico, i took that personally. Seriously, if you read this, listen to Alejandro - Lady Gaga and Lo Que Siento - CuCo.

Word: 3k

AN: I think we can all agree Alejandro is one of the best characters in MW2. <3 This game's been a huge comfort in my life and Alejandro is 10000% a comfort character. PINING!!!! So so much pining. And Rudy being a total gentleman, this almost feels like an x Rudy fic... hmm... interesting. So maybe it's Ale\Rudy\Reader. Who knows.. ANYWAYS! Enjoy <3 Love triangle vibes are going crazy.

SFW - Cursing - Alejandro being a little bit of an asshole, as a treat - Mild suggestive content - alcohol mention -

Breaking into a syndicate party wasn't on my bucket list for this year, but Alejandro couldn't go alone. i watched him change out of his tactical gear, a heavy thud echoing in the bedroom as his vest hit the floor. It felt like he undid dozens of Velcro straps and buttons, his body feeling so much lighter without all that gear. I didn't think I'd ever seen him without it in our time knowing each other. Then again, he hadn't seen me in much else either. All our time spent together was littered with violence, even when we had a moment to truly enjoy each other's company, it was only for the intel. Rudy mapped it out for us, and how I appreciated his brains. This party was invite only, for obvious reasons. Rudy would wait at the door to allow guests in, not uttering a word to another soul. He'd let us in and make his escape to the truck down the southern road and regroup with Ghost and Soap. Of course Alejandro and I would enter looking dazzling to keep suspicions low and carry on through the night going unnoticed. Alejandro got dressed leisurely, treating this like a normal date. As if that was what I had in mind. Then again, I don't think I'd ever confessed a word to him about my feelings. Rudy suspected it, so Ghost thinks. I personally think they're all full of shit.

"You're gonna fucking owe me big time." I warned him, looking at him through his mirror. He was fresh out of the shower and smelled like fresh cut roses. I tried to keep my gaze down, focusing on my own routine. I needed to look my absolute best, and the pressure's getting to me now. "And why's that?" He questioned, buttoning his shirt. i admired the pattern in the mirror, watching the pattern run down his side; a delicate rose pattern growing over his hip and across his chest. His shirt was shimmery under the lights, even just in our hideout. I watched it cascade over him, the roses almost as red as the lipstick I considered wearing. Jesus Christ, are we matching? "Because," I began, slipping on a headband to keep my hair out of my face. "We're going into dangerous territory looking like dancers." I lined my lips with a deep red pencil and filled in the gap. "That's correct." Such a smart-ass. I could feel his eyes on me, watching my every movement with a tender curiosity. "And we'll do it looking lavish. How else are we supposed to fit in?" He continued, deciding on a whim to leave 2 buttons undone on his chest. "Point taken." I replied, my gaze on him briefly. "What color?" I asked. I held up the eye shadow pallet in his direction and expected him to pick the first color he happened to see.

Alejandro walked over to me and leaned over my shoulder, right hand planted firmly on the table, his arm brushing my shoulder. "I like this golden color," he said, using his pinky to gesture. "And this one," he pointed to a deep, coffee color. "I think that'd look absolutely ravishing." His voice lowered suddenly, setting my skin on fire. I could feel traces of his warm, minty breath against the top of my ear. I cleared my throat and dipped my brush into the colors. He remained in that exact position and watched as I padded and blending the colors onto my lids. I used the opportunity to glance at his chest, I mean the front pattern on his shirt. "I like your shirt." I said without thinking. "I like your makeup." His eyes gazed into mine, his honeyed eyes almost cutting into me. I turned my head away to catch the clock, the hands frozen in time. I look back at him, his eyes still searing into mine.

"And I like the red. It makes your lips look pretty." For as long as I've known him, his grin was crooked and now was no different. I'd wager to say it was even worse now. I roll my eyes, fearing they'd get stuck in my fucking head. It appears I'm stuck with him all night. He leaves my side yet again, my eye travels up his legs to his back, admiring the pattern. If I'm honest, he didn't look horrible. No, he looks drop-dead gorgeous. That shining, ebony hair, that warm, amber skin, and the way his eye eyelashes kissed his under eyes when he blinked. I could go on. His hair is the blackest black I've ever seen, he keeps it cut, but I can tell it'd be so beautiful grown out. He has a roughness to him, his work hardened him, but I can see slivers of his compassionate heart slip out. He doesn't hide it, but he is selective. "You look beautiful," he spoke. I turned to him, my face half finished. My lips are painted blood-red, gold sparkles donning my eyelids, the only thing missing from them was the mascara. His pants fit perfectly over him, I'll leave the rest to the imagination.

I bite back a smile, but I can tell he's watching my lips curl into a grin. It's uncontrollable, there's something about him, I can't quite put my finger on. "Gracias." I replied. I'd only learned bits of Spanish from Alejandro, which I knew he appreciated. He slicked back his hair with a bit of gel, a few rebellious strands fell over his eyes. "Meet me outside when you're done. I'll hook your mic up then." I nodded. Part of me wanted to look good for him, the other part of me questioning why it needed to be for him specifically. I'd never hear the end from Rudy.

I grabbed the pair of shoes Rudy picked out for me, a black kitten heel. Easy to walk, dance, and potentially run in. The dress was the hardest part, but I chose a burgundy dress, something simple, classic, and something I could make a getaway in. There was a knock at my door, a gentle one at that. "Come in."

"Y\N. Alejandro esta esperando." Rudy spoke. "English, Rudy." He cleared his throat. "Alejandro's waiting for you." His gaze lingered on me, a tender sparkle in his eyes. "You look nice. Very pretty. Trying to impress Alejandro, eh?" I rolled my eyes yet again this evening. "I'm trying to pass as a rich woman, you know, the kind of woman who - I don't know - hangs around Narcos. Or maybe I'm just trying to impress you?" I smiled at him, slipping my shoes on. "Mind zipping my dress?" Perhaps my timing wasn't good, or maybe it was just right.

"Sí, señora." I could feel the warmth of his hands against my shoulder as he zipped me. He was gentle and sweet to be surrounded by violence.

"You've succeeded at impressing me, carino. Alejandro will feel the same way. Come, let's get this over with." He took his hand in mine and walked me to the door, opening it for me. I felt like such a snob, but I knew Rudy would have done this regardless. The base's floor was filled with ridges, my heels wobbling. I threw my arm over Rudy's shoulder as he helped me down the step, I'd never seen this side of him before. "Watch your footing, there's some unevenness in this floor." He walked me down the final step, the door to the outside cracked open. He held my hand as I stepped down, he allowed me in the door first and shut it behind us. I looked back to him, he followed close behind. "Let me hook this," Alejandro suddenly called out. "Turn around."

I turned my back to him, and before he unzipped my dress, he peered around my shoulder and looked into my eyes, before asking a simple question. "May I?" Such a simple question made my heart leap into my throat. "Yes, of course." He slowly unzipped the back and hooked a cold metal piece to my bra clasps. "Feed that through," he snaked a microphone wire through my shoulder strap and allowed me to place it on my chest. He zipped my dress back up and everything appeared normal. "I should have told you before, but you'll need to wear this." He handed me a black ski mask. "Our faces need to be hidden, you'd be surprised who shows up here... police, military, politicians. Hide your identity, carino."

I slipped the mask over my face, Alejandro following shortly after. His eyes were enhanced with the black cotton against his skin. Deep and full of luster, he made eyes for Rudy. "Okay. Let's go. The defector guards will let us in, we act natural, leave. Easy enough." Rudy nodded. "Be careful, Alejandro." I could tell Alejandro smiled back at Rudy, watching his eyes light up. He patted Rudy's arm before taking my hand under his arm. I never realized his stature from this angle, he walked beside me, long legs sauntering forward, his shoulders straight as the day is long. He's tall. He's strong. He's... Alejandro. And for the night, he's my Alejandro. Mine. "You need to order me a drink." I chuckled. "What makes you think I won't?" He looked at me, his smoldering eyes burning a hole in my skin. His gaze was lingering, like the taste of sweet wine, or a tangy after-taste of a cold beer. He perked a brow before driving us to the Event.

"Rudy, this is Victor 1-1, how copy?"

"Copy, Victor 1-1. I see you down at the entrance. Rodriguez and Roza are at the door, get in, get out."

"Solid copy. Out here." Rudy chimed into my earphone. "How copy?" "Solid." I replied. I made eyes with the defectors as we entered, our faces shielded with the dark shadows of anonymity. Alejandro took my hand in his and spun me around with ease, the ends of my dress twirling around me. He caught me in his arms, his right arm looped around my lower half. I could see his eyes smiling under his mask, his eyelashes kissing his skin. He spun me around in the opposite direction and I melted into his movements. I was at a full arm's length from him before twirling back in. I felt my heart race, not from the dancing, but rather who my partner was. "Atta girl," he spoke quietly. "You're a natural." His hands were rough against my soft ones, how we contrasted. Music played and all I could focus on was Alejandro.

We didn't speak often, his body speaking with mine in our own secret language. He pulled me close to him and gazed into my eyes, his eyes lazily opened. It was hard to look at him, at his deep brown eyes. They were soul crushing. The kind of eyes that hurt to look at they were so mesmerizing. I hope, deep down, he felt that way about mine. I turned my face from his to look at the pair of guards watching the room. "No," he said suddenly, his voice dropping to a low murmur. His hand snaked under my chin, holding it in place. "Look at me, look into my eyes."

He was at an advantage. All I could see were his eyes. His hand trailed to my arm, and to my hand. His fingers interlocked with mine and it felt so natural. Like he was supposed to be there. "You look beautiful," he said. I don't know if this was his way of keeping suspicious low, or he was being honest with me. I'd upset myself if I thought about it too long. "I mean that. I don't think I've ever seen a woman so beautiful."

I chuckled. "You can only see my eyes, Alejandro." He spun me under his arm before pulling me close again. This time, I was flush against him, one hand in his, the other around his shoulder. "Even before this, when I saw you getting ready. Even now, I feel myself getting sucked into your eyes." Jesus, the feeling was mutual. "Even if I can only see your eyes, they're beautiful." I could feel him leaning closer as he spoke. He could sweet talk well enough, enough to make me forget the surrounding danger. Was that his goal? "I know you're nervous," he said quietly. "This is new territory. Do you trust me?"

I knitted my brows together as we slow danced. "Do you?" He asked again. I felt his energy darken. He raised his eyebrows at me, his gaze sharper than a razor. "I do. I trust you, Alejandro." He took a quick glance at the other dancers around us, they were spaced out and mostly stuck with their own. Another glance at the guards, who now took no interest in the crowd. As his eyes looked away from me, I noticed the lines under his eyes and how deep-set his eyes were. "Tell me again." I paused, my hand resting on his back. "I trust you. I do. I trust you, Ale.

I watched as his eyes gloss over the target walking beside us. He shifted us closer to the man, he wore an ivory suit and a crimson red tie. I could tell Alejandro smiled under his mask. He twirled me under his arm and as I stepped away, I secretly recorded the conversation at the table. They spoke in Spanish, I could make out some of it, but I'd leave that to Alejandro. He looked at me like he was looking at a meal, a juicy steak and mashed potatoes. Even still, his touch was not that of a hungry beast. I danced slowly, I needed to be next to him, mission be damned. I tried not to look at him with desperation in my eye, or the raised eyebrows that always gave me away. I wasn't listening to the conversation, I was too busy focusing on my dancing. Alejandro's eyes narrowed when the man in question began speaking about elections. He pulled me in, his muscular arm looping around my hip. "We have what we need," he whispered. He pulled my arm carefully, leading me away from the table.

"Rudy. We're leaving soon." He whispered into his microphone. Rudy gave the affirmative. I don't know what I expected from Alejandro at this point. He was confusing, or maybe I just didn't... I don't know.

"Come," he said. I followed him through a small crowd, the scent of tequila and citrus filling my nostrils. "I said I'd get you a drink." He stepped up to the bar, and I watched him order two tequila sunrise. He handed me one, our skin touching briefly. We talked out to the empty balcony, overlooking what seemed to be all of Mexico. He shut the doors behind us, blocking any noise coming from inside the building. He leaned on the balcony, his fingers holding the rim of the drink. "Dios mio," he said. "Mayors working with criminals to win elections. As if things couldn't get any worse." He took a small sip of his drink as he spoke. "I'm sorry, Alejandro."

He shook his head. "Don't be. I know this wasn't easy, but you did well. Better than you know." I stood beside him, our biceps brushing against each other. "I mean that." He said again. I overlooked the skyline, a watercolor sunset dripping down the sky. "Thanks, Ale. I... I didn't... Never mind." Alejandro turned to face me. "Que? What's the matter? You didn't...?" He trailed off, his eyes searing into me again. I lowered my gaze, bringing my left hand behind my back. "I'm listening." I hated when he said that, not because I didn't want him to listen, but because it was overwhelming to know he was listening, that he cared about the things I said. "I didn't think I could manage this." Alejandro grabbed my chin, softly tilting my head up to look at him. "I never doubted you. Not even for a second." He stared into my eyes, his gaze steady. I wanted to look away so badly.

When I did look away, he spoke to me. "Mirame. Why don't you ever want to look at me when I'm talking to you?" He knew the answer to that question. His voice lowered, his body closing in. "Why? Tell me. I'm listening to you." I was about to kill him, the way he spoke so softly and tenderly, made me want to back-hand him. He knew why I never looked at him, he knew! "You know." I broke out. "Do I?"

Yes, you did! He was painfully close to my face now, his hand still gently wrapped around my chin, his other fingers resting on my neck. I couldn't tell if he was going to kiss me or not, but if he wasn't, he wasn't doing a good job at convincing me otherwise. "I hate looking at you because you're stunning. You look at me like nobody else, you look at me like I'm someone. Like I'm important. I hate looking at you because your eyes burn holes in my soul, you know what you do. You look at me like I'm a sunset." I felt myself rambling, but I didn't care. He let me rant and rave a romantic tirade. "You...! You drive me crazy with your kindness, your bravery, I hate that about you, you know? You're the best person I know. You're... you're... you're just...!" For some reason, I found myself getting angry.

Before I could finish, I tasted the tequila sunrise on his lips. He kissed me. He really kissed me. I didn't pull away, and neither did he. I placed my hand on his clothed jaw, wishing I was feeling the roughness of his stubble, or the texture of his scarred skin. Still, he didn't pull away. He kissed me deeper than an ocean, and softer than a summer breeze. His hand inched up my back, halting at my shoulder blades. He slipped his hand under my ski mask to feel my hair. I knew I needed to stop myself now, Rudy and Co. were waiting for us. I started to pull away, but he pulled me back in to devour me like the beast I saw only moments ago. "Alejandro," I managed to say between kisses. "Alejandro...! Stop... I... We can't leave the others waiting."

Alejandro instantly stopped when I asked. He still held his lips near mine, a few inches of space between us. "Is that the only reason you asked me to stop?" I paused, slowly looking up into his eyes. "What if I said yes?"

"Then we'd leave right now, regroup, and I'd pick up where we left off."

My heart skipped a beat at his words. This time, I leaned in to kiss him. He kissed back softly, a sigh of disappointment escaping him when I pulled back. "Then let's go. Rudy's waiting for us."

#this was in my head OKAY--#alejandro vargas #alejandro x reader #alejandro cod #cod #call of duty #alejandro vargas x reader #i am so down bad for him its PAINFULLLLL #CODMW2 #if this flops im gonna scream

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random-writerings · 1 year

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My Type

Ship: Daisy Johnson x fem!reader

Summary: You struggle to come out to the team, but after a game of ‘fuck, marry, kill’, you accidentally reveal that you have a crush. When the team meets Deke, Daisy suggests you should ask him out because she thinks he's your type. But she doesn't know that she's actually your type.

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2.4k

“Fuck Fury, marry Tony Stark, kill Hulk,” Hunter answered Bobbi’s question, slurring his words slightly and waving his bottle of beer in air as if to emphasise his words.

“You answered that a bit too fast, Hunter,” Mack laughed.

“Yeah, and why marry Tony Stark? He's a bit of an egomaniac,” Bobbi asked.

“For the money, duh. He's bloody loaded.”

“I think you guys are focussing on the wrong part,” Fitz chimed in. “Hunter seems to think he can kill the Hulk.”

“Of course, I don't. It's hypothetical and I can say what I want.”

“Fine, whatever. Who's next?” Mack turned to you, sitting next to Hunter.

“Fire away.” You laughed, sipping your drink.

The team had gotten back from a particularly tough mission a few hours ago and Coulson had suggested that everyone take the night off while he finished off the mission report. This, of course, led to Hunter and Mack pulling out the beers and ordering take out.

You were all relaxing on the couches chatting amongst yourselves and relieving the stress of the mission. By now, everyone was fairly drunk and Hunter had suggested playing a game. The team settled on ‘fuck, marry, kill’ with the Avengers.

“Okay, let me think.” Mack scratched his head in an over-the-top thinking gesture, causing some giggles from Jemma and Daisy. “What about … Thor, Captain America, and Iron Man.”

You internally cringed at the mention of only male Avengers. You hadn't come out to the team yet. With all the constant danger, there had never been a right time. But you hid how you felt about Mack’s choices. May had taught you well.

“Hey we just had Iron Man!” Hunter protested.

“No, we had Tony Stark,” Mack countered.

“Same person, Mack.”

“Fine.” Mack sighed. “Thor, Captain America, and …”

You prayed for Black Widow, or Maria Hill, even though she wasn't technically an Avenger.

“Hawkeye,” Mack finished.

Damn, you had forgotten about him.

You hummed, pretending to think it over. Your heart picked up slightly when you released now would be a good time to tell everyone you didn't like men. You were all relaxed and having fun, no one was in immediate danger … Sure, it wasn't the perfect time, and May and Coulson weren't here so you would have to tell them separately, but is there ever really a perfect time? And if it went badly, you could always blame it on the alcohol or hope there was a chance that everyone would be too drunk to remember in the morning.

Okay, here goes. You took a deep breath.

“Hmm, I'm not sure. None of them are really my type.”

This caused gasps of shock from Bobbi, Jemma, Yo-Yo, and Daisy.

“How is Thor not your type?” Bobbi asked.

“Yeah, Thor is everyone's type,” Yo-Yo stated matter-of-factly.

“Even May said he was dreamy!” Daisy added

“Have to agree with ladies, love. Thor is pretty hot.” Hunter shrugged.

“Plus, that's not the game,” Fitz added. “It doesn't really matter who's your type, you still have to choose. I mean, I married Loki on my go and I hate that guy.”

Okay, so that didn't go as planned. Never mind, just roll with it.

“I know.” You laughed. “I just wanted to see your reactions. I guess, I'll fuck Thor, marry Captain America, and kill Hawkeye. But let the record show that I feel bad because Hawkeye seems like a genuinely nice guy.”

“Interesting,” Jemma spoke up. “Why not marry Thor? He's a god and you'd get free trips to space.”

“Damn, what is with the Thor obsession?” You held up your hands in mock surrender. “I just figured that marrying Cap would be great because he'd be a gentleman. I mean, he is from the 40s. Plus, he probably knows how to dance and it's something I kinda want to learn.”

“Yeah, I can see the appeal.” Yo-Yo nodded.

“I'm curious. What is your type, if it's not three of the most attractive men on the planet?” Hunter nudged you playfully.

“Uh.” You hesitated. Here it is, this is the moment. Just reply “women”. It's that simple. It's just one word.

But your eyes landed on Daisy, looking at you expectantly, waiting for your answer, and the word got stuck in your throat.

You had had a crush on Daisy for months now. You had been working with Bobbi and Mack under Robert Gonzalez, tasked with infiltrating Coulson’s S.H.I.E.L.D. and reporting back. But when you had met Daisy, things had gotten complicated. You had pushed your feelings aside, determined to finish the mission. But when the two S.H.I.E.L.D.s had merged to fight against the Inhumans at Afterlife, you had watched Daisy become stronger and more confident, controlling her powers despite the pain she was going through. You admired her and your feelings for her had only gotten stronger the more you got to know her.

But you knew she didn't feel the same way. You had watched her flirt with Lincoln and she had opened up to you about her past relationships; one with a man called Miles, a hacktivist who sold information leading to the death of a powered person, and her relationship with Grant Ward, who turned out to be Hydra. She never mentioned being in a relationship with a woman or even liking women at all.

But then again, neither had you.

“Yeah, come on, y/n.” Mack’s voice broke you out of your thoughts. “What is your type?”

“Uh, I don't know. Dark hair, maybe?” Your thoughts drifted back to Daisy. “Kind eyes, and a bright smile. Someone who's very smart and can be intimidating at times but also makes everyone laugh.” You stopped when you heard Jemma giggle. You looked up at her. “What?”

She smiled knowingly. “That's very specific. Sounds like you have someone in mind.”

“No I –” You started to defend yourself but Yo-Yo cut you off.

“Yeah, look at you blushing and smiling. You definitely have a crush.”

“Come on then. Tell us who it is.” Daisy leaned forward, resting her forearms on her thighs, smirking playfully at you.

Your whole body tensed up at her words. Your hands which had been fiddling with your bottle stilled and your back straightened slightly. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught Hunter staring at you, the teasing smile on his face faltering a little when he noticed your body language. Then he laughed loudly and threw his arm around your shoulders.

“Oh don't make the poor woman say it out loud. She's obviously embarrassed. But it's okay, love. No need to be ashamed. I’m a real catch, I know.”

There was a pause before the whole room erupted in laughter. Hunter looked around in mock offense and you caught on to what he was doing; he had noticed you were uncomfortable and shifted everyone's attention onto him instead. You made a mental note to thank him later.

“What the hell makes you think she was describing you of all people?” Fitz asked incredulously.

“Yeah, no offense Hunter, but you're not exactly intimidating.” Mack wiped tears of laughter from his eyes.

“I can be!”

“Well, you're not all that smart either,” Bobbi joked.

Hunter gasped dramatically and clutched his chest, falling back on the couch.

“You wound me. You really are a demon, you know that Bob?”

“Ugh, you're such a flirt.” She rolled her eyes at him but she was smiling fondly.

Later, after everyone had turned in for the night, you stayed behind to clean up the kitchen area. As you binned some empty bottles, you heard someone approach you. You turned around to find Hunter holding more empty bottles. He placed them on the counter before turning his attention to you.

“So, Daisy, huh?”

“I don't know what you're talking about.” You grabbed the bottles off the counter and put them in the bin.

“Yeah, you do. Are you going to tell her?”

You sighed. “No. Not right now anyway.” But you knew that was a lie. You’d had many opportunities to tell Daisy how you felt but you always chickened out at the last second.

“Just a word of advice, don't wait too long. When you do a job like this, the future isn't certain. You never know what we'll face next or if we'll even survive it. You don't want any regrets.”

“Speaking from experience?”

“Hey, this isn't about me. But for the record, yes. I don't always remember to tell Bobbi I love her and I always regret it when something bad happens. Also, we're all watching Mack and Yo-Yo flirting with each other but avoiding any real conversation about their feelings and it's getting painful at this point. So, just don't wait too long, yeah?” He said as he turned to leave.

“Yeah, alright,” you agreed.

But, little did you know, it would be years before you ever told anyone else.

~~~

The team had made it back from the deadly post-apocalyptic future and thankfully everyone was alive. It was just you, Daisy, and Noah in the Lighthouse, until Daisy had spotted Deke on the computer. She had left to break him out of prison and they had returned successfully. But you were still waiting for the rest of the team to return from their mission.

Now, Daisy was watching Deke, who was talking to Noah across the control room, while she ate cereal out of the box.

“You know, he's totally your type.” She spoke in a hushed voice, as if she was telling you a secret.

“What do you mean?” You looked away from the monitor on the desk, confused as to why she would bring this up out of blue. You had never shown any interest in Deke when you met in the future and you were hesitant about him being in the Lighthouse.

“I mean, he totally fits what you described as your type,” she replied, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. But when you gave her a confused look she sighed and explained. “Remember a few years ago, while we were still living in the Playground, we all got drunk and played ‘fuck, marry, kill’?”

You nodded. Considering all the crazy stuff that had happened since then, you had honestly forgotten about that night. Then it suddenly hit you where Daisy was going with this.

“And you described your type and Hunter joked about you having a crush on him–”

“Yeah, Daisy. That's not–” You tried to stop her but she kept going.

“Well, I think Deke kinda fits the criteria. First of all, he has dark hair. He doesn't smile very often but when he does, it's nice. I don't really know what you meant by kind eyes but I know he can be a bit intimidating. I mean he sold me to Kasius and that was scary. And I suppose he is sort of smart, in his own way. I also watched the footage of him getting drunk at the bar and it's very funny. So, you see, he may be a bit annoying, but he's definitely your type.”

“He's really not. Trust me.”

“I'm serious. You should ask him out.”

You laughed out loud at that, causing Deke and Noah to look your way curiously. Daisy shushed you jokingly but that just made you laugh harder. Deke and Noah went back to their conversation while you caught your breath.

“There is no way I'm asking him out. He's a complete moron and, like you said, he sold you to Kasius. So hell no.” You paused for a moment. “But what I want to know is, how did you remember all that stuff? I said that years ago. I didn't even remember saying it until you brought it up.”

Daisy looked away, inspecting her monitor for news of the team. You felt like she was deliberately avoiding your gaze, and you swore you could see a light dusting of pink colouring her cheeks through her dark hair.

Before you could say anything else, Deke and Noah called out to you both, drawing your attention to the monitors on the wall. The rest of the team had returned.

~~~

Later, you and Deke were searching one of the many storage rooms in the Lighthouse for something that Fitz needed to close the rift to the Fear Dimension. Because apparently that existed now. S.H.I.E.L.D. agents never can catch a break.

“Look, it'll probably be quicker if we both search different rooms,” you suggested.

Deke agreed and left, bumping into Daisy on the way out. She entered the storage room, leaning against the wall. You could feel her staring so you turned to her. She raised one eyebrow at you.

“What?” You asked.

“You tell me. You and Deke … alone … in a storage room…”

“Oh shut up. You know it's not like that.”

“Why not?”

“Daisy, are you seriously trying to set me up with Deke? I mean, really, of all people? Deke?” You rolled your eyes and turned back to the box you were searching.

“Oh come on, he's your–”

“He is not my type, Daisy!” You snapped loudly, slamming something back in the box. “You really wanna know why? It's because he's a man!” You turned to face her as you confessed.

There was a pause as you realised what you just said. You closed your eyes and sighed.

“Shit,” you cursed under your breath.

Might as well come clean about everything, while we're at it.

“He's a man, Daisy. I don't like men. I never have,” you continued, quieter this time. “In fact, that night, I was talking about someone specific, someone I had a crush on. Someone I still have a crush on,” you corrected yourself and took a deep breath, preparing for what you were about to say next. “It's you Daisy. You're my type. I was just too scared to tell you. I didn't want to ruin our friendship because it means so much to me. And I understand if you don't feel the same–”

“Actually, I do,” Daisy interrupted you, all traces of her previously teasing tone gone. “I do feel the same about you.”

“Oh, okay,” you spoke softly, shocked.

Daisy smiled at you, that bright smile that you loved so much. Then she closed the distance between the two of you, pressing her lips gently to yours.

The moment was interrupted by hurried footsteps coming down the hall and Deke throwing open the door.

“I found the thing Fitz needs. Let's go.” He didn't even stop long enough to process what he interrupted before running away towards the control room.

You turned back to Daisy and you both laughed. She took your hand and you headed down the hall hand in hand.

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Fire and blood (The fanfic) Chapter 19: Queen of the hive. Dark! Aemond and Dark! Aegon x oc

Concept: Once you were tasked with teaching Aegon high valyrian, now you are their bedmate and they do anything in their power to keep it that way. You are also lord beesbury's daughter.

Warnings: Dark! Aemond and Dark! Aegon, mentions of sex toys, candle play, wax play, pain play, mc getting burned by wax, pleasure play, pain play, dob-con, non-con, dom-sub themes especially with the one-eyed criminal, them being assholes, fingering, pussy torture, spankings of senstive areas, p in v stuff, p in a stuff, ball licking-Just a lot of smutty stuff and shit. I hope everyone likes the candle scene, its the reason why my browser history is now fucked up.

Aemond opens a small drawer in the dresser that is in your room. He takes out several items, for example, a candle, chains, a collar, and a wooden big stick.

A wooden toy. Aegon takes it, smirking at your frowns and worry that is plastered on your face. "This is a fun toy. It goes up inside you and I'll fuck you with it." You assumed it would. It looks like just a cock but only more sturdy and painful.

But it is Aemond that makes you terrified. The toy seems familair and yet exciting. You can't wait to try it. But Aemond is not holding a toy. He holds a candle and is lighting it, being careful to not burn his fingers. "What are you doing with the candle? Are you afraid of the dark?" You jest lighthearted but it falls flat.

Aegon and Aemond share a glance before Aegon grabs your shoulders, holding you down for his brother. Aemond approaches with the candle, the flame licks the edges dangerously. "Why am I am being held?" You demand an anwser but only silence follows.

"There is one thing you must understand about us Targaryens. We enjoy fire." Aegon kisses your throat again when Aemond shows you the harmless small flame that radiats with warmth and heath. You nod, but you feel yourself snuggle up to Aegon's arms for protection. You are confused.

Aemond leans in and brings his own fingers to the candle, watching as the wax swirls around in the glass candle holder. "And you will enjoy it as well." He announces, before slightly tilting the candle so he can pour the wax on your skin.

You scream, before he has even poured a drop on you. "No, no I'm scared!" You let out a little whimper and tear up.

Aegon kisses your tears away, rubbing your back when holding you still for his brother. "It'll sting a bit. You'll like this. I promise, little bee. Be brave for us." He mutters in your ear.

You scream. "I don't want to be burned!"

Aemond pours the hot wax on your naked legs, making a pattern of symbols on your tighs. The wax drips down between your legs, but it does not reach your entrance. "Ow..." the pouring hurts. The wax is too hot for you and you are aware that this will leave a mark. It bites your skin. Your core is slowly teased. You enjoy it.

The prince leans in with his silver haired head and blows a gush of air over your recently poured area. You hiss as the wax starts to clot on your skin. There is a brief silence between the three of you. Aemond simply lights the candle once the flame dies and pours over your legs. This time, he brings the candle to the space between your legs.

They need to hold you down. Two men are needed to make sure you do not run. With a spoon, Aemond scoops up a bit of hot wax before placing it on your already sensitive and aching pussy. He uses the back of the spoon to rub it out over your skin when you scream and twist in Aegon's arms. "It hurts!"

"Is that why you are so wet? You are such a shameful lady. What would your father say if he saw you like this? You enjoy our company, but you love our torture." You tear up. Your father would be ashamed. They named him traitor and killed him after all. That dog of a King's guard did.

The wax bites your skin, yet you enjoy the pain. It makes your cunt ache for more. Aemond forces you to lay down, before climbing on top of you. You spread your legs for him out of habit. Instead of fucking you like a owner takes his slave, the candle is brought to your breasts. With great precision, he pours the hot wax over your breasts, setting your skin alight in a pleasant way. You hiss and whimper and twist. You moan even.

"Our little bee loves her wax. Who could have guessed?" He mocks you. Aegon snickers in the irony of that sentence. His face softens when he sees your stained tears.

Your clench your muscles. Both men take notice of this and you bring your fingers to your entrance. Aegon slams you down on the matres, peeling off the wax by your cunt. You whimper as he sometimes hurts your skin.

You glance down at his red swollen cock. You eagerly lick off your lips.

Aegon speaks sudden and full of determination in a way you never heard before. "I wish to have my fun with her, for now."

Despite his words, Aemond glares. "I can not withhold you from her. Go ahead. She is yours if she knows what is good for her." You know that Aemond hates it whenever he is reminded that anyone holds more power than him. It is why he stripped you of any. That his brother uses his crown to bed you hurts him.

You feel sympathy for both of them. If only they would stop fighting over you. They should be a strong united front. Not divided.

Aegon puts you on your knees. Aemond hands him a familiar toy. Your collar. He puts it around your neck and hands Aegon the chains so he can push and pull you wherever he likes you to be.

You turn away from him, shoving your cunt to his front so he can fuck you as Aemond fucks you many times. In a shameful painful matter befitting a girl no longer free. "You are my subject, little Bee. You are my one and my only. You hear me?" You don't dare to agree with Aemond so close to you.

There is a light chuckle coming from Aegon. He forces his cock into your ass. You moan quietly but accept him. He makes himself at home in your behind before starting to cruelly buck his hips, taking you. Your gasps and moans betray how used you have gotten to this savagery. You need your dripping cunt to receive the same treatment.

Aegon's cock takes you cruelly when he moans in pleasure, clearly enjoying himself. You missed the feel of his size and shape inside of you. As a obedient little whore, you beg him. "M-my cunny next. Please." Aemond would make you beg more for it but Aegon is a simple minded man.

He grabs your throat and lightly chokes you before working his way down to your throat, licking it. You shudder weak in his arms. Aemond watches as you get taken from behind this time in your dropping wet eager cunt. You nearly whimper when the king shoves himself back inside with generous, big trusts. You moan.

"What is on your mind, little bee?' Aegon asks, when he is atop of you, fucking you as a man takes his lady wife. You aren't just fucked. You are kissed, touched, admired and loved.

But your body needs Aegon. It missed him dearly and your heart wants to wrap your arms around him and to never let him go again. You roll your hips to his own, begging for his cock to go deeper inside of you. "I missed you. I missed you so much. Finish me. Gods..." you beg.

Aemond smirks and Aegon smiles at your begging. He rolls his hips to reward you for your begging with a good throughly done fucking that leaves you gasping for air. The bed makes dangerous sounds and you wonder if Aegon plans to fuck you to the ground. "Now now, little bee. Do not bring the Gods into this. They can't help it that you are a little slut." He grins teasing you before forcing his length up your leg, leaving a trial of cum. You softly gulp, watching the erected cock.

You need that inside of you. It needs to fuck you. You need Aegon like you never had before. "Nhn?" You moan.

"Yes. Our little slut." Aemond agrees and you glare at him. You are insulted."Do not glare at me, I only trained you a bit. You are a perfect fit for my brother now. You can finally take him at his full length, you last longer and you are still as tight as ever, little bee.''

"You might hated the cage, but your cunny loved it. Do I need to remind you how wet you were the times I fucked you against the bars, spreading your legs with a chain to keep them spread, bending you, choking you when I taunted you with my cock?" You think back of the first few times Aemond fucked you in your cage.

He chuckles when you blush. "You came so fast, little bee. So fast. I was so angry with you about it. I wanted you to suffer. You only deserve pleasure when we allow you to." You see Aegon nod.

Aegon groans a command in your ear, breaking up your conversation with Aemond. He groans one setance but thanks to his hands rubbing your cunt you are set afire and burning with desire once more when you shudder. "Come for us."

You try your best to force yourself to come for them, but you need something else. You need help.

You know plenty about your own body by now. You will likely learn much more. You ignore them. They will hate that more than anything. And indeed.

It takes about a whole two blinks of your eye before both men are confused with you. "Brienne. Do you not wish for us to touch you?' You do. More than they will ever know.

You just need something else from them first to help you get there fast. You need what you fear. You need what you desire. "I do. I just need a little...help." You whisper it softly a bit ashamed.

You need punishment. "In what way, my sweet?" Aegon asks, caressing your face in a lovely matter. He leans in close.

You need it. "I... you know." You are ashamed to even say it out loud.

Aemond smirk betrays that he knows what you want very well. "She wants punishment, brother." He speaks in High valyrian. You always found his way of speaking very attractive. Aegon's as well. Valyrian is an elegant language. One befitting the two royals.

Aegon hesitates, looking at you for your consent. You give a soft nod before grabbing his hands, kissing his knuckles. "I need my dragons." You say.

He mutters an apology in your ear after hearing your consent. He whispers that he is very sorry for what he will do with you. Your anticipation is killing you. You nod; eager. "Aemond, how do you usually punish her?" Aegon wonders.

Aemond brings a familiar wooden little ruler out of your drawer. "I have a ruler. I would spank her ass with it." He would make sure that every area of your ass would be red and burning by the times he was finished with you. He fucked you afterwards, always. Sometimes in your extra painful ass to taunt you.

You watch fascinated as Aegon takes the ruler. You obediently roll on your back for him, exposing yourself. You brace yourself and await the first smack.

The smack comes soft and almost gentle, not hurting you enough to give you pleasure. You keep your eyes on the ground. Aegon spanks you once more, unsure of this. "That is what gets you wet?"

You nod.

He sighs. "It is a little boring, isn't it?" "You know what you need, you ungrateful slut?"

He rolls you on your back, spreading your legs and brings the ruler to your wet cunt. The ruler is first rubbing you gently before he lifts it, cruelly smacking down on your sensitive wet cunt.

"A-ah!"

Aegon chuckles by the sound of your moans of pain and pleasure. He brings the ruler near your cunt again. His fingers first poke and touch your cunt, scooping up your wet spoils. He brings his fingers to his own mouth and with one movements sucks it off, tasting you. He groans.

The ruler is smacked down once more, this time harder know that Aegon knows you enjoy it. You are close. You need them. Now. "No, no please..." You beg, out of habit.

The king taunts you with a finger pushing it inside of you. You are so smoothly and wet for them, that he hisses when the finger nearly slides down, inside of you cloaked by the wetness. A cock won't be a issue for you. He knows so. They both do.

Aegon keeps up the act of being displeased and forces your mouth open to force you to taste yourself. You obediently suck off his fingers for him. Aemond watches the exchange but does nothing aside from sitting in the chair waiting his turn. "You ungrateful slut. Your king gave you a order. You will come. One way, or another." Aegon smacks you once more. You release a cry unlike your own. You buck your hips needy, tears threatening to fall.

Aegon forces your hands around his cock and you rub him obediently. Your breath is fast and you know you are near. You are preparing Aegon for the fucking that will likely shatter you. "Her mouth is protesting but her body wants this." He boasts, to his brother.

Aemond smirks deviously. "Bring the ruler closer to her skin, smack it down harder. She'll like it. Don't be afraid to give her what she craves."

Aegon takes his advise and the spankings become harsh and almost torture. You enjoy it and cry when tears run down your face of pure pain. Your body likes it too much. Aegon takes notice of your tears and gently kisses your wet cheeks, muttering that he will stop the moment you ask him to. You shake your head, pretending to be brave.

You clench your muscles. You give Aegon a needy begging look and he understands. Your hands are now both wrapped around his cock erecting him fast and steadily. You lick his balls for him, causing him to cuss.

Your hair is yanked, so are you. You are yanked and shoved onto your knees. Your knees are parted and your head is pushed down. Aegon sits behind you and forces his hands on your hips, pushing you closer. You are then fucked and owned, your wet needy cunny receiving the fucking you wanted. You moan soft and breakable when Aegon forces himself all the way in. He is thick and tall you must admit that it can be intimidating to have him and Aemond inside of you. Valyrian men are not from this world, is what Aemond told you.

Your moans become intense as Aegon stretching you out, slowly rolling his hips, teasing you with soft and slow fucks. "Harder, Aegon. Let me have it." You whisper, in high valyrian.

He just chuckles and repeats what he did. Just teasing. You whimper softly. "My-My king. Please. This is torture. I need you."

Aegon only chuckles. You are shoved with your face in a pillow to silence your screams and you are dragged to his front, leaving a trial of wetness on the sheets. You eagerly cry confused and full of curtisory. The cock slams deep now, fully filling you. You let out a roar of approval as he starts to take you deep and fast. His grip on your hips is steady and experienced. He won't let you go. You don't want him to.

Your obediently roll your hips to his front, causing him pleasure as well as adding to your own. The two of you moan and gasp when the cock dives into your freshly coated pussy again, making it all the way to your pleasure spot. He moves and you close your eyes.

You grunt weakly when Aegon fucks faster and faster, holding you tighter digging his nails into your skin. His cock is stiff and erected by now and you hear him pant, ready to release himself inside of you. You lower your head in servitude and humbleness before whispering. "Have me, my King. Make me yours."

Aegon releases a grunt before his cock fucks you a few dozen of fast rounds, forcing you to cry out every time by the brute force of it. Your cunt takes him so well and you wish he could live inside of you forever. You wish he would take you with him, your legs wrapped around him and just fuck him until the end of the world came.

With a powerful grunt, a hiss and a cuss the king of the seven kingdoms comes inside of you, delivering you your reward for your services in a big amount of deliciously sticky fresh cum straight from his cock. You cry out, screaming his name when coming as well, your cunny releasing more and more wetness to help Aegon during this conquest. He roars in approval and smirks when you are done screaming and only soft whimpers and moans remain. He buries himself as deep as he can and braces himself, giving it his all.

You wish to taste a bit so you suck off his cock for him once he has finished. Your lips also kiss both his balls, licking the two things to tease him.

He pats your head, adoring your loyalty. "Good girl. Gods, you learned a lot." You love his praise. You are still needy. You still need to come. You had Aegon....

That leaves Aemond. Your cunt arches for the mean son of a bitch. He smirks from across the room taking you in. You know you must compliment him first before getting what you need. "All thanks to Aemond. He taught me all I know."

Aemond is humble for a change. "A teacher is only as good as his student is. You sell yourself short, little bee. You were meant to take cocks." That last bit is insulting you. Aemond comes over to take in the damage. "Such a wet little cunny. And I see that there is the good sticky cum as well. You deserve a good reward for letting yourself get fucked like that."

"I do? I thought you didn't like rewarding me. No punishment is its own reward." You gasp when his tallest finger goes inside of you, testing how wet you still are.

He makes disapproving little grunts. "O, o, little bee..." You must be so dirty for him.

You lower your head in shame. "I am sorry, my prince."

He pushes his fingers out of you and into your face. "Clean my fingers for me."

"Yes, my Prince." You say, sucking his fingers off for him. Aegon watches fascinated.

Aemond ignores him. "Do you wish for my cock?" You do. You wish it so bad.

"Y-yes, my prince. I wish for your cock."

He is not done torturing you. "How do you wish for my cock?"

You aren't either and describe the dirtiest thing you can, hoping to arouse him so bad that he takes you here and now, fucking that wet cunt of yours bloody. "I wish it inside of me, sturdy as a ancient tree that can't be moved. I wish to be owned and taken as your slave, as your pathetic brainless bitch. I want you to take me as if we are enemies and you finally conquered me. I want you to fuck and owne me as if i was the one who took your eye."

He hisses, clearly aroused. "Yes, to all of that but the the last. You deserve no ire for that. You would never hurt me. I know you wouldn't." You are touched and surprised but he finally enters.

You moan before he has even moved a inch. "Aemond..." "My prince."

He bucks soft, teasing. "Nhn..O..." You moan pathetically.

Aemond chuckles. "I love how wet you are. You are always so soaked when you have two men. You crave for two, little bee."

You do. You agree with everything he says now. You need him. "O, o yes..."

Aemond's cock trusts a little deeper causing you to see little spots of dark on your vision as you softly pant as a dog being fucked by another dog. "Did you know that there is one female in a hive of bees? She is called the queen. She lies with the rest of all other men, granting them children. They do her biding. They let themselves get owned as little slaves." You like that idea. You being passed around as a queen, serving both Aemond and Aegon, granting them children left and right...

"Y-Yes." You say, eager for that fantasy. You'd love nothing less but the old days how this once all started.

Aemond chuckles souless. "We will never do that with you. You are our little slave. Not the other way around." The cock bucks and you are quick to agree by nodding.

He is so dark and groans. You know he will have one final request and you best behave if you want his cock. "Tell us. Say it."

You nod saying these words that damage your self respect. "I am your little slave." Aemond's cock sinks deeper, but is pushed up last second as if he accidently slipped.

"Tell my brother too."

You look at Aegon who watches the two of you fascinated. You tell him the same word as you told Aemond. 'I am your little slave."

"Good. Now, slaves? Slaves get fucked so brutally. They don't enjoy themselves when they are fucked. They hate every moment of their servitude to their masters." He describes rape. You know it in your heart. This isn't rape. You enjoy yourself. You love them. A slave never would love her master. A slave would never enjoy rape. You know it is too complicated for this to be simple slave and master things. You love them both.

"B-but I love serving. I love being fucked." You blush the moment you confessed it.

Aemond chuckles delighted by your stupidity. "I know, my little bee. You are a special kind of slave. You are a whore. A wonderful whore who me and Aegon saved from ruin." You realize he is right but you don't mind.

"You owne us everything. Your cunt, your breasts, your ass, your pathetic useless life..." The cock slides deeper and you moan.

"O, o yes I do. I do." You quickly mutter eager to get fucked. "My prince, I am...I am nearing. Please consider..."

Aemond is nearing as well. His voice is deeper and darker. "You will refer to me as your master from now on."

You cry out. "My master. I need you, I need to be owned as the pathetic whore I am. I wish to feel your cock inside of me and I want you to fill me with cum until there is nothing left."

Aemond grabs your throat, spreading your legs wrapping them around his waist. You are entered and pentered once more by a good big valyrian cock. The head pushes in, taking you, exploring your depths. You buck helplessly against Aemonds front, slowly feeling your will and power disappear.

Aemond waits until you are drained of will and only lay there helpless as a whore. Your hands are kissed before he brings his cock deeper inside of you causing you to cry. It only becomes harder and deeper and your cries become louder and harder as well.

"You belong to us. This belongs to us." He fucks you brutally and you can only cry and tear up. You enjoy yourself. You need him. You submit fully to him.

"I am yours, Aemond of house Targaryen. Do with me as you please."

He does not let you tell him twice. He dives on top of you, nailing you down from behind. Your legs are spread and cruelly bended and you are owned as a whore. You have little say in the matter and can only gasp and moan in pain and pleasure as Aemond does most of the work.

He grunts groans and finally he comes, filling you with a good fresh load of warm delicious seed. You are stuffed up as a pea and you love every moment of it. You pant happily and catch your breath.

Aemond drops himself next to you and brings his fingers to your cunt, shoving one inside of you. He is tired but he never would consider sleeping with you....

Would he?

Aegon watches with jealousy as you snuggle up to Aemonds chest, placing your head on his chest. He joins the other side of the bed and also pushes a finger inside of you.

Aemond starts to push and pull, causing you to softly gasp. Aegon does the exact same and you are caught in the crossfire of their jealously. You are fucked by their fingers, just two of them but the thought that this mere ownership and pathetic jealously that is what causes you to finish a tirth time that night. You are finally stafsfied. "Thank you both, masters. Good night."

"Goodnight, little bee." Aemond says a bit grumpy. He forces his finger back inside of you. You gasp as Aegon does the same thing once more.

"Masters, I can't sleep..." with something inside of you.

Aemond growls. "You will. You will sleep with this inside of you. You will sleep. Do you hear me?" You nod weakly.

Aemond turns on his side and is off to sleep not much later. You notice his finger has slipped out, so you obediently push one back inside of you. You pick his tallest finger.

"Goodnight, my little slut." Aegon chuckles after much consideration. You wonder if he was going to call you something else.

"Goodnight my King." You mutter before leaving a kiss on his chest. You watch him blush before he turns away very quickly, turning on his right side. You sigh with both their backs turned to you. You push the fingers a little deeper and fall asleep with their fingers gently fucking your spend little cunny.

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a/n

i never saw three people that need therapy more than they do-

I hope you enjoyed i wasnt going to eat anything before i made this so now i can eat:) (its not as bad as it sounds im not very hungry)

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