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daisybianca · 8 months

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pairing: lewis hamilton x femalereader

summary: lewis gives you secretly his number. you're hesitant to call him at first, but when you do, things get a little much more interesting.

warning: mentions of sexual activities, cursing words

(a/n): this is part one. Here's part two and part three.

YOU WERE STANDING in the loud crowd of people. Each one of them holding out a shirt, a picture, or a shirt to sign, including you.

You held out a white hat with a Mercedes emblem on it, hoping Lewis would notice it.

When he finally reached you, he looked at you for a few seconds and smiled.

What the...?!

He signed the hat and moved into the next person.

And when you turned around ready to leave, you looked down at your hat, seeing a phone number written on it.

Fuck.

"My best friend is a total idiot," your best friend shouted from the balcony of your apartment.

"Stop calling me an idiot!" You climbed out of bed. "Or at least try to be discreet with your very generous opinions about me and get your ass inside! I've got some deliciously hot neighbors who don't particularly need to know everything about me."

"Have you even been listening to me this whole time that I've been lecturing you about matters of life and death?" She sighed dramatically.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes. "A random guy giving me his number isn't a matter of life a death, if you ask me."

"Did you just call Lewis Hamilton a random guy? My husband of nine years?"

"Oh, stop acting like a blushing schoolgirl," You brought your fingers to your temple and massaged the flesh there as if the movement could erase the brutal headache. "Besides, you dragged me to that race. Maybe it's your chance to hook up with your crush-since-for-ever!"

Your best friend's eyes narrowed. "What are you suggesting, filthy woman?"

"You shoukd call him. I'll give you his number right away." You strolled to find your back, but a habd found your wrist, stopping you.

"You're a mad woman. That's a fact."

You fake smiled. "Stop complimenting me that much. I don't think red suits on my cheeks."

"I swear, you're insane. The only reason I'm still by your side is because until 11th grade, you had my back when I sneaked out for parties, hooking up with whoever had a penis and a 6 pack."

You turned to face your best friend, hands in your hips and lips tightly shut together.

"You're seriously going to turn down this offer?" She asked.

"I wouldn't exactly call it an offer."

Your best friend rolled her eyes. "Yes. I'd call it stupidity, actually!" She waved her hands dramatically in the air. "THE Lewis Hamilton flirted with you, and you didn't even notice. Then he gave you secretly his number, and you're freaking going to ignore it?!"

"And what am I supposed to do about it? He's just a normal guy. Don't make him look like he's some God himself."

"First of all, yeah. Lewis is a God himself. He's mouth-watering hot, almost an 8 times champion, has a very cute dog, an 8 pack to stare at all day long, and much, much money," your best friend explained. "You should definitely call him. At least try to figure out why he gave you his number." She added in a calmer tone.

You exhaled and grabbed the white hat curled up under the sheets of your king sized bed. Gazing at the number, you then bit your lips. "Fine," you gave in. "But I'll call him tomorrow so that I don't seem much desperate, okay?"

"He was the one to make a very, very bold first move, and now you're afraid of embarrassment?!" She growled. "Come on! We only live once. Live some adventure, have some great sex, and experience a true love! I haven't seen you going head over heels for someone except that John guy in college."

"It hasn't been a long time since college," you said, contemplating whether you should count the years or not. You choose the second one. "I'll call him tonight. But don't think I'm doing it because I'm actually interested! I'm doing it exclusively for you." You explained, playing with the hem of your summer blue dress. "He probably is an attention freak who only dates supermodels."

"Baby, I assure you," your best friend came and sat next to you, her hand wrapping around you and caressing your cheek. "Supermodels would kill to look like you."

A smile appeared on your lips, and you gazed at your best friend. She always had a special eay about cheering you up and getting you out of your moody and grumpy vibe.

"Tonight." You said.

This has many potential to go wrong, you thought.

You didn't like wrong. You like safe and steady. But what if your best friend was actually right? (For the very first time of your 20 years old friendship.)

"Tonight." She repeated and smirked.

You turned your head and analyzed the hat with the calligraphic black numbers on it.

This couldn't get any more embarrassing.

***

You let out a long, deep, and shaky breath, then dialed the number.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Three beebs later, a male voice answered the call. "Hello?" The tone was familiar and harsh, but you couldn't be entirely sure that it was him.

"Hey," your voice came out steady, much to your surprise.

"Who is it?" The man replied and now you were sure it was him.

The British accent.

"Um, I noticed a number written on my hat that you signed and--"

"You're the girl from the race?" He interrupted you very much, complicated thoughts that would sooner turn into much more complicated words.

"Yes," you replied hesitantly. "Maybe one of them, at least. In case you gave your number to a few more girls for fun."

A laughter sounded. It was bried but somehow contagious. "I assure you, love, I don't usually spread my number across my fans' hats and shirts."

Your senses kicked in, and the temperature rised in your body.

Love.

"So, why was I the chosen one?" You asked.

"Oh," Lewis growled. "Maybe I could answer that question face to face." He said and then added a few moments later, "Join me for dinner tonight, will you, love?"

You laughed. "Isn't it kind of early for us to meet?"

"I'm not going to kidnap you, I promise." You could basixally hear him smile on the other line. "You can bring a friend of your for more safety." He suggested.

"So that it could be two of us to be kidnapped, right?"

There was a moment of silence. "Not sure about that." He spoke a few seconds later. "I only want you to be honest."

You smiled.

Is he flirting with me?

Of course he's flirting with you, you idiot!

"Are you asking me out on a date?" You asked.

"Yes." He replied instantly. "I couldn't wait another torturing hour, anticipating a call or a text from you."

"Okay. I'm in then."

"What about tonight at 9 pm?" He asked.

It was about 7, so you guessed there was plenty of time to get ready.

"Yes, that'd be great." You smiled.

"Perfect. May I pick you up myself at nine?"

"I'm surely capable of driving my own car, don't you think?" You laughed.

"Maybe," he said. "But why actually do it if I can drive for you? I'll come pick you up myself, I promise."

"No cops, no kidnappers?" You joked.

"I promise."

Lewis Hamilton would drive for you...?

"Okay, then." You spoke. "See you tonight, Lewis. I'll text you the address."

You went to end the call, but he stopped you before tapping the red button. "Wait, wait--"

"Hmm?"

"What's your name, love?"

Your heart roared in your chest and your cheeks reddened.

You adored that nickname.

"Actually, this was the first thing that I would mention to a guy, but love sounds much better, don't you think?"

Lewis laughed. "Tell me your name, and I promise I'll use love every single time instead of it."

"Okay," you said. "I'm (y/n)."

A moment of silence occurred again. "Prettier than love, honestly."

"Maybe, but not when you're the one to say it." You smiled. "You know, that British accent can actually kill."

"Hmm," his voice sounded from the other line. "Weird thing. That is exactly what I could tell about your eyes, as well."

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insomniakisses · 10 months

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The king’s Daughter and the Queen | 2

Character: Alicent Targaryen Neè Hightower (HOTD)

Taglist: @fuckinglittlekitten, @sydneyyyya, @federalclassroom, @watercolorskyy

Warnings/notes: death of the king, brief mentions of plotting to take the throne, omega!alicent, Alpha!reader, omegaverse au, tw; Otto.

One. / Three. / Three (Alt. Ver)

Just then a knock sounded on the door, a servant entering with the news that would change your lives.

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“Princess, I have a message” you hear your handmaiden call from out side the door.

“What is it?” You call, pulling alicent closer in your hold. A smile pulling at her lips when you kiss her cheek.

“The king… he is dead.”

You feel Alic stiffen next to you and your eyes widening at the news. On one hand you feel a rush of happiness and relief. With your liver now a free woman you could marry her, and publicly parent your kids. On the other hand you felt saddened by wishing your fathers death all of this time.

Then one thing came to mind, Rhaenyra. Though you loved your sister, you knew that she would forbid the marriage between you and Alicent and put your children to the sword for you could not tell her they were your own. Unless… maybe it wouldn’t hurt?

“What do we do?” Your broken out of your thoughts by your Alicent’s voice, “We… We invite Rhaenyra here, we discuss whats to happen with her. She is heir.”

“We cannot!” She gasps, “She will kill our children, Y/n please don’t do this!”

You couldn’t bare the look in her eyes, the pain and fear of losing your children. You sigh agreeing and excusing yourself to check on the children. While it was not a total lie, you took the time to send a raven to your sister not mentioning great detail just that the king had taken a turn for the worst and there were things to discuss.

The next stop you made was helaena’s room finding her awake you asked if she needed anything to which she asked for her mother’s presence. You coo and tell her to go to your chambers.

Aemond is next you find him leaving his room as you approach you see him try to hide his smirk bowing slightly, “I am sorry for your loss mother,” you smile kissing his forehead and pulling him to a hug one he reciprocates eagerly.

“Oh my sweet boy,” you coo kissing his head once more. “If you want more cuddles you can join me and your mom in my chamber? Hel is already there?” He nods a smile pulling at his lips heading off in that direction before he pauses turning to look at you once more.

“D-does this.. mean i can call you mama in public now?” He asks hesitantly, though you hear the excitement hidden in his words. “Yes baby,” you smile, “you can call me mama whenever you like.”

Pleased with the answer he takes his leave again, as you make your way to your eldest son. Pushing open the door your greeted with Aegon sitting on his window ledge staring blankly at the sky.

“Aegon?” You question making your way to him, he turns to you then face soaked in tears as more escape his fearful eyes. His expression emotionless and a quiver in his voice, “Mama.. I don’t want to be king,” he cries. Moving to burry himself in your arms. “Please don’t make me”

You wipe his tears grabbing his head and placing a firm kiss to it. “Never.” With the confirmation he relaxes slightly, his exhaustion taking over. Scooping him up you make your way back to your room, smiling at the sight of your love cuddling with your children, placing Aegon down next to Aemond you climb in too wrapping your arms around him as you all cuddle up together. Enjoying the calm and freedom of the moment.

Your eyes begin to shut and your mind falls back to your promise. It’s then that your mind is made up. You could save your children from a life of fear by telling your sister of their true parents, but you could not save them from the misery of duty to the crown. No. You would all swear oath to your sister and you would save your children and Alicent no matter the cost.

Soooo part 2 is out! I hope you like the dynamics! What do we all think? Will Rhaenyra see the good or the bad in the news she will receive? Will she be over come by anger at her once friends hypocrisies or the love for her dear sibling? 🤔

#hotd #house of the dragon #hotd x reader #house of the dragon imagines #hotd imagines #hotdu #hotd fanfic #house of the dragon x reader #house of the dragon omegaverse #hotd alicent #queen alicent #alicent targaryen #alicent x reader #alicent hightower #alicent imagines #alicent targaryen x reader #alicent targaryen imagines #alicent hightower x reader #alicent hightower imagines

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mhsdatgo · 1 month

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What fire and blood version do you read? https://pin.it/5zmnMIik4 this? Alicent and otto start claiming that viserys should name Aegon heir the moment he was born, that's why otto was litterally sent away. And alicent instead of creating a good relationship with rhaenyra cause yk she was an adult and rhaenyra a child, she make every effort to be sure to create dislike between the family. She start spreading gossip about rhaenyra’s sexuality, her first three sons claiming that their eggs would have not hatch and sequentially that viserys egg was a sign of bad omen (like girl none of your children eggs hatch shut your mouth), impressing her sons about them being the rightful heir over rhaenyra's sons, infact the book point out how aegon aemond and daeron were bullying rhaenyra's sons. If there was a damage alicent increased of 1000%. You would like to have a relationship with a woman that spread venom on all your family all the time? Alicent create all of this, rhaenyra had welcomed her when she marry Viserys. She made sure to create animosity only to end up like "rhaenyra will hurt my children!!!! " maybe if she didn't torment her she wouldn't have doubted? And that is really funny you to claim that alicent fight for her children as if rhaenyra wouldn't spare all of them only to aemond killing luke and aegon celebrate it. Please listen to yourself and re read the book, the only one who were in danger were rhaenyra and her children at the hands of alicent and her. The green were litterally write to be the villain stop pretending alicent was acting due to her good heart nor the care for her children. And stop pretending she was a victim of viserys's since she was marry to a men only 10 years older that adore her and cover her with gifs, litterally the only thing he denied her was taking a five years old eye and name Aegon heir, how could she lived with such abuse??

She was in a better situation that most of the ladies of Westeros, rhaenyra was married at 16, same rhaenys with a man of 37, haelena at 13. Also, ask Robert Baratheon or most of the men in Westeros what would they have done if their wife had disrespected them all the time like alicent did with viserys, and you will understand how privileged alicent's situation was.

"And Alicent instead of creating a good relationship with her because yk she was an adult and Rhaenyra a child, she make every effort to be sure to create dislike between the family."

Girl.

GIRLIE.

FAIR MAIDEN.

WHAAAAAAAT a horrible stepmother. LOOK at her, trying in every possible way to break the family she was made to wed inside, look at her disobeying to her KING!!! What a bitch move!

Instead, look at the way our beautiful perfect QWEEN Rhaenyra proved herself to be loving and compassionate towards her brothers, TOTALLY not showing just how much of a threat she was to their lives ❤️:

Note: sharply questioned means TORTURED. I'm tired of people saying it's not.

Breaking news: people have eyes. People had been whispering about these children's legitimacy since Jace was born. Alicent simply believed it as well, probably out of scorn not gonna lie, wasn't afraid to say it out loud and just happened to be someone with a lot of influence. Moreover I don't think it's ever been mentioned if Alicent's children ever HAD eggs put inside their cradles, it wouldn't be the first time. Neither Daemon nor Viserys had their dragons as hatched eggs in the cradle.

Seriously, we have the court, the whole Queen's party, the kids looking awfully similar to Harwin Strong (and leave Rhaenys out of this, she has black hair and purple eyes and the boys have brown hair and brown eyes) and you still believe all the speculations over Rhaenyra is to blame entirely on... Alicent?

Yes, all six of the children ended up hating each other, and yes, we have a quote entirely about the way their mothers' hate for each other was passed on to them, the key word is that it was both.

Again, blaming ONLY Alicent for what kids and preteens probably repeat from the elder people they hear it from. If saying that "Jace, Luke and Joff stole Aegon and Aemond and Daeron's birthright" and pushing a three year old down sounds like bullying to you then you don't know what bullying is. And honestly, (not saying they are necessarily right) who could blame them for thinking this way? They were the first trueborn sons in the history of that dynasty that were passed on in favour of a woman that basically had the word "treasonous" painted on her forehead, all because of favouritism.

No, Rhaenyra wouldn't spare them. She wouldn't have a choice, no matter if she wanted to or not. To a lot of lords, Rhaenyra's claim had been rid of any kind of ground the moment Aegon and his brothers were born. Viserys of course did nothing but make it worse, by never reaffirming Rhaenyra as the heir during a ceremony like the one we see in S1 or anything public, and never even changing the laws of succession.

If your reference for this is the statement she made after becoming a Queen, namely:

Then sorry, but after the way she treated them, spoke of them, threatened to do to them, then sorry but I don't believe she wouldn't do anything when most of the lords who had sworn loyalty to her were dead and their sons weren't bound by that oath like Jason Lannister. They were threats, serious threats, and needed to be put down.

And even if Rhae actually cared for them, y'know what? It would change nothing.

"The Greens were written as the villains" you're just proving my point. You didn't understand the whole point of the Dance of the Dragons. There isn't good or bad, there's a family that destroys itself over their own safety and a fucking throne.

Oh yes, I guess Viserys hoping to shut Alicent up (when she was making valid complains that excuse of a man did nothing but ignore) by giving her gifts surely means he adored her, wow. Best marriage ever. But hey, at least she wasn't beaten up, handed over as a child or groomed! How lucky Alicent is! And she still complains?

Greedy Alicent! No way to behave! Should've been slapped across the face like any other man would've rightfully done!

Seriously, calling Alicent "privileged" because her husband reportedly "only" ignored her all the time and saying Viserys adored her because he gave her gifts is... Wow. If you want to see a man who ACTUALLY adored his wife, go see Aegon V and Betha Blackwood.

#hotd #f&b #pro alicent hightower #anti rhaenyra targaryen #pro team green #anti team black #anon #anon ask #anti viserys i targaryen

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novelcain · 1 year

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Okay, okay okay… I’ve had a little headcannon rattling around my head for awhile now…

AND I NEEEEEED TO SHARE IT!!!😆

Okay SO, Ao Lie is referenced as being a “young Dragon” right??

Well what if he’s actually the Dragon equivalent of a Teenager? Meaning he’s literally a traumatized child! (Because apparently his dad was totally okay with Ao being sentenced to death by the Jade dumb-dumb) and this realization makes reader unlock the most terrifying ability possible… Parental RAGE!! 😈

I could seriously imagine reader just going absolutely Apeshit on some poor soul, who thought they could get Tcherpitaka by targeting his “horse”.

She’s all like: “HOW! FUCKING! DARE YOU!!! You think it’s acceptable to attack kids!?! Do you! DO YOU!!! Well guess what pal, I’m gonna make sure you NEVER have children of your own!!”

The lowly demon: crying, shaking, and curled on the floor… “I-I’m s-sorry.. p-please, have m-mercy..”😭

Sun Wukong: … (possibly, slightly turned on)😏

Brought to you by the musings of a Pumpkin.. 🎃

I fucking love this headcanon. Your mind is a truly beautiful place Pumpkin.

Alternatively tho~ I see your reader threatening a random demon and raise you reader threatening Ao Run the Dragon King of the Western fuckin Sea:

It was no secret that after finding out that Ao Lie was essentially the dragon equivalent of a teenager you had become protective of the former death row convict. You couldn't believe that any parent would willingly send their child off to their demise over some property damage. Even if the property in question was a bunch of magical pearls.

Over time, you became something of a mother figure to the young dragon. Making sure he didn't overwork himself. Pushing him to pursue hobbies and further his education. And doting on him in general. Ao Lie soaked up every bit of praise and didn't miss a single opportunity to rub it in the other disciples' faces. Especially Wukong, who silently grew more and more jealous with every interaction between you and the prince. "Why the hell can't you stroke my fur like that," he'd pout quietly to himself.

And then one day, the group ended up in the Dragon Palace of the Western Sea, and all hell proceeded to break loose. The moment you laid eyes on the Dragon King himself you shouted, "YOU!"

"Oh no," lamented Tripitaka.

"You son of a bitch!" You pointed at Ao Run. Wukong slapped his hand over his mouth to stop from bursting out laughing while Tripitaka began to silently weep, both Bajie and Wujing gasped and stared wide eyed at you in disbelief, and Ao Lie's—who was in dragon form—jaw hit the floor.

"Pardon me—"

"Shut up," you cut off the king causing the massive dragon to scoff in indignation, and that sound alone made Wukong unable to hold his laughter back any further. Tripitaka let out a sob and fell to the floor with his head in his hands. Bajie ran to grab you. Wujing tried to apologize. Lie shrunk in on himself in look as small as possible, hoping to avoid his father's wrath.

"You bitches shut up too," you yelled at the gang and slapped Bajie across the face when he tried to clamp his hand over your mouth, "And don't touch me!"

At this point, Wukong was rolling on the floor as Bajie stumbled to hide behind Wujing while holding his abused cheek, and Tripitaka was praying to Buddha to be merciful to his soul when he meets his gruesome demise.

The young woman simply ignored her companions and proceeded to ring out the Dragon King of the Western Sea for his awful parenting methods for the next hour.

By the end, Ao Lie had begun crying and took a half human form to hug you. You gently patted the young prince on the back, glaring at his father, who was looking rather ashamed by now. The Dragon King hung his head while his entire court watched in awe as you chewed him out. The king wouldn't admit it, but you were getting heated to the point that he was worried you'd insure he'd never have another child to mistreat again.

Wukong had sat down to get a more comfortable view of the show but also to hide that he was just a little bit aroused by your protective nature. He couldn't help but wonder what your thoughts on children were.

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siconetribal · 2 years

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Put It On My Tab: Chapter 1

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!reader

Tag: @vbecker10 (I promise I'll write Marvel something soon!)

Warning: General/vague mention of harassment

Summary:

Everyone deserves time off, and the vigilantes of Gotham are no exception to the rule. The boys decide to take a weekend to let loose. Who knew a few drinks would lead to a stranger in bed?

Author Note:

I had zero intention of writing this little piece. I was set to write something else entirely…and yet this is where my hands led me with the keyboard. I really hope you like it, I'm debating if I should make other parts do this. Please let me know!

PLEASE READ WARNING ALWAYS.

The bright sunlight was blaring and loud as it pierced through his eyelids. The steady pounding of the kick drum with the bass cranked up to max followed the rude awakening. What did he ever do to the giant burning ball of gas to punish him? There’s no way the series of poor choices from last night that included, but was not limited to; the pitchers of liquor he imbibed with his friends and brothers was the reason behind this torture.

The fuck did I do to you, asshole? A great first night of vacation obviously includes drinking until you’re speaking in colors. Jason Todd squeezed his eyes shut, covering them with a hand to try to block out more of the offending element that assaulted his senses. “Damn, maybe I shouldn’t have that last stein.” He croaked in a deep and gravelly voice. Leaving it be, he turned away from the window and swung his arm across the king bed. His eyes flung open, and his body instantly sat up as his trained reflexes kicked in through the pain.

“Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my room?” He winced at the sound of his own voice that loudly echoed like a megaphone held to his ear. The other person jerked up at the sound of his voice, the messy mop of hair obscuring their face until they pushed it away to reveal two sleepy and confused eyes. Jason glared at the stranger beside him as he tried to make sense of the situation. Ending up in bed with an attractive young woman was nothing foreign, it was the lack of recollection of bringing a woman to his room that set his vigilance on high alert. Blinking, she looked left and right a few times as she forced herself to sit up in bed.

“Woah there, you shouldn’t move around so much and try to keep your voice down. I’m surprised you’re coherent enough to move so quickly.” The stranger reached out and helped steady his swaying body, much to his embarrassment. “Also, this isn’t your room.”

What does she mean by this isn’t my room? There were two things that were clear in this haze of confusion, One, he had no idea who she was. Two, he had no idea where he was. “Easy, big guy,” he muttered under his breath in hopes to dampen the rave that was currently in full swing in his skull. When he felt some semblance of peace, he tried again in a more modulated tone. “Who are you and why am I here?”

“I’m the girl you saved from some overly hands-y old pervert last night. As for why, you wouldn’t tell me where you’re staying, so I brought you here.” She scratched at her head and rubbed her eyes in hopes to quicken the waking up process. It seemed to be working well enough for her. He envied her lack of pain.

Here, here is where? He tried to focus on the conversation but also avoid triggering anymore of his headache. She obviously knows where this is and is comfortable enough to be in bed. Did she bring me, someone she met for the first time last night, to her house?! “Are you trying to get yourself killed? You brought a some random drunk off his ass, total stranger, home with you?!” He instantly regretted shouting. The party was still going strong at the rave in his head, featuring DJ migraine.

“Will you stop shouting and jumping to conclusions?” She glared at the former caped crusader, firmly pressing her hand over his mouth. “You were insisting on walking me home to keep any other unwanted attention away. I didn’t bring you to my house, I brought you to a nearby hotel and checked into a room for the night. I’m not an idiot.”

“So you stayed in the same room as the rando drunk stranger who demanded you take him home?” He scowled, jerking his head back. Something else he instantly regretted as a sharp pain lanced through his brain. She felt bad for him as he winced in pain, but not enough to ignore the current lecture she was getting from him for being nice.

“I said I’m not an idiot, not some rich princess. I'm not gonna book two rooms and trust that you won't run up the room service bill or extend the stay. Do I look like I belong to the Wayne family? If that were the case, I wouldn’t have to deal with seedy perverts like that guy last night.” She rolled her eyes, running a hand through her messy hair. “Besides, if you tried pulling anything with me, I would’ve left you on the road to fend for yourself.” The way she stated it so matter-of-factly made the corner of Jason’s lip twitch upwards as he swallowed a scoff. She clearly had no idea who she was speaking to.

Then again, I was plastered, he clenched his jaw and gripped the comforter that was pooled around his thighs. Anger and humiliation tumbled around inside him like an off centered washing machine. How had he let himself get so wasted? How did he even get so drunk? He was not some superhuman like Bizarro or Superman, but he was not some ordinary human either. He survived being tortured at the hands of Joker and the Lazarus Pit. Actually, since the pit, it’s been harder to get drunk like this. Now’s not the time to think about that! Start assessing the situation! He forced his mind to shift gears and began to take in the details of his surroundings. The room was spotless, spacious, and well furnished with a desk, a lounge chair, flat screen TV, and a window with a view unobstructed by buildings.

The sheets are pretty nice too. This isn’t some cheap motel, she’s going to have a pretty big bill for a last minute night. He frowned at this fact. The next thing he noticed was his companion. She was over the covers while he was under, she was fully clothed while he was shirtless. Judging from the crumpled and wrinkled state of her outfit, it was clear she slept in them. The only thing she was not wearing was her shoes. All of these details only confused him further. If we didn’t have sex, what the hell happened last night? “Ok, so I insisted on escorting you home, and you brought me to a hotel. You didn't trust me to not run the bill, so you stayed the night. Why are we both on the bed?”

“Are you always this demanding, wonder boy?” She rolled her eyes as the interrogation continued, noticing his left eye twitch at her nickname. On the other side, he was not amused at how close it was to a former title of his from his younger years. “Do you treat all the ladies you meet like this, or am I just special?” She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. Tilting her head to one side as she eyed the handsome young man who was looking less and less attractive by the second with all the questions. “What, don't like being in the hot seat?” She batted her lashes.

“Just answer the question.” His lips pursed to the left as he leveled a glared on her.

Not so fun anymore, huh? “Alright, alright, don't get your tighty-whities in a twist! I helped you get to the bed and tried to make some arrangements on the floor, but you insisted I stay on the bed as well and wouldn't let me go until I agreed. Before I even argued, you passed out, and I was stuck being your human body pillow. I'm surprised I wasn't flattened like a pancake.” She grumbled.

“I'm not that heavy.” The infamous Red Hood carefully and stubbornly tried to get his mind to work through the pain and haze. It all seemed so far-fetched, but the gears began to turn, and the memories trickled in. The guys and I were out commemorating our first night of vacation. Some ass was causing trouble and was making a scene. That's right, he was harassing her and I cut in. Took the drink he tried forcing on her, and he got all pissy. He suggested a drinking contest and I said yes. He lightly nodded his head as the pieces slowly began to fall into place, proving her narrative to be true. “You know, you're pretty mouthy to the guy who saved you from a douchebag.” He leaned on towards her, eyes narrowed.

“And you're pretty judge-y to the girl who carried you to somewhere safe and paid for the night.” She leaned towards him in kind, challenging him by not backing away.

“I'm not that heavy,” he rolled his eyes at her choice to pick at his weight.

“Jupiter is lighter than you.” She replied in that same matter-of-fact tone she had been using most of this conversation. The very same that irked him just enough to negate how cute he found it. Or did he find that even more endearing?

“Don't act like you didn't like it.” He scoffed, fighting the corners of his lips that tugged upwards.

“I said you're heavy, not unattractive.” She countered him yet again, unfazed and ready to continue.

“So you like what you see.” A smug smirk easily won against his attempts to remain neutral or peeved.

“I'm rude, not blind.” She scoffed without missing a beat.

“Damn, you really don't quit.” He chuckled, leaning back onto his hands.

“You're finally catching on, wonder boy.” She laughed, climbing off the bed to stretch. His eye twitched again, a small victory for her. “All this banter aside, you sound like you're doing better now. Guess you’re the type that can just sleep it off. Do you need to rest more? Maybe get in touch with one of your buddies to let them know you're alive?” She tugged and pressed on her clothing, hoping to miraculously remove some wrinkles. As expected, there was no such luck.

“One last question,” he crossed his legs and leaned forward on to his thighs.

“Shocker,” she took in a deep breath and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Are you a journalist or do you just love the game 50-questions?”

“I said last one,” he repeated as his lips curled downwards into a frown.

Yeah, likely story, crossing her arms she shifted her weight on to her left leg. Jason noticed how it made her hip push outwards just enough to be noticeable. “One last question. It’s fifteen bucks for every one after.”

“Fifteen per question, that’s highway robbery!”

“You should consider yourself lucky since I’m not asking you to pay for the little rapid fire moments ago. So, you gonna ask, or what?”

“Damn, do you treat all your heroes like this?” He muttered under his breath. She raised an eyebrow, and he instantly knew she heard him. “That wasn’t my question! I was just thinking aloud.” He quickly clarified. She squinted as she debated her next decision. She gave him a silent nod and waited once more for his question. “Why am I shirtless?”

“Hell if I know, maybe you’re a sleep stripper?” She shrugged her shoulders.

“A what?” She’s insane, she has to be!

“Someone who strips while asleep, like how sleepwalkers walk in their sleep. It’s the only thing that makes sense.”

“How does that make any sense?”

“You fell asleep with your shirt on but you’re now shirtless. I was over the covers and you’re under them, there’s no way for me to take it off you, so it had to be you.”

“Do I look like someone who does weird shit like that?” She took the time to carefully look over the handsome and topless young man, appreciative of the view.

“Well, you’re certainly not off to a good start. You demanded some random young woman to take you to her house, forced her to be your human pillow, and interrogated her like this was all some ploy and you’re the victim.” She listed the three main points on her fingers, wiggling the digits as his eyebrows knit together again, creasing the skin between them. He looks kinda cute with this face all scrunched up like that, but it’s nearly checkout time and I’ve got work in a couple of hours. All good things must come to an end. She stood from the bed once more and made her way towards the door.

“Hey, where are you going?” He watched as she picked up one of her shoes and slipped on to her foot. She’s leaving, good. She should, it’s better she’s home sooner. This was the way it should be, and yet he had this churning feeling in his stomach that he was losing something. He hated losing.

“My real home,” she casually answered as she slipped on her other shoe.

“Just like that?”

“Just like that.”

“How will I know you’re going to get home safe?”

“You won’t, you’ll just have to believe I do.” She flashed him a cheeky grin from over her shoulder. “And with that, you’re at a grand total of $90.”

“Ninety, how?!” He sat up, mouth hung open as she placed a hand on the doorknob.

“Make that a hundred and five.”

“A hundred and five, what are yo-,” he slapped a hand over his mouth. She watched as realization dawned in his bright blue eyes.

“Nice catch, I’ll be nice with that one,” she winked. “Well, this was fun. We should do it again sometime. You can even pay me back. But until then, see you around, Wonder Boy.” She gave him a wink and vanished behind the door, laughing as his eye twitched.

Yeah, not happening if you don’t tell me how to contact you! Like I’d even do that anyway, charging me so much for a few questions. He grumbled, scratching his head and rubbing his face. He should be feeling relaxed now that she was gone, but instead the room just felt dull and empty. Shaking his head, he forced himself on to his feet and grabbed his phone from his jacket that was neatly hung on the chair. Such a busy body, why would you take care of some drunk off his ass stranger who’s tossing his shit around without a care? He glared at the worn leather before looking over the flood of unread messages before replying that he was fine and would be back at their hotel in a bit. Things would now go back to normal.

#jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x reader #jason todd #red hood #fanfic #fanfiction #jason todd fic #y/n #y/n reader #batman fanfiction

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marblemoonstones · 7 months

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stiletto 👠

summary: bangtan may think they’re the mafia kings, but little do they know you are the rising queen. mafia!au I apologize if there are any minor holes or grammatical errors. feedback is welcome, but please be respectful. :)

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*any similarities to other fics are accidental*

bts x reader

mafia!au

*warnings: ❗️any characters in the story have nothing to do with their real life counterparts❗️f reader, use of ‘bitch,’ ‘ass’, ‘shit’ (still don’t know if it counts as a warning lol), mentions of killing (nothing happens), tae and kook threatened by reader (nothing happens), shooting of guns (no injuries)*

sorry I haven’t posted in forever 🥲 I’ve been so busy, but I’m still working on catharsis 🩵

this is just a silly little mafia one shot because I wanted to try something different. reader is a bad bitch bc I wanted her to beat bangtan in a fic for once ;) also pretty tame in terms of violence and such for a mafia fic. hope you enjoy!

word count: ~2.3k

Opening my eyes, I immediately sense that someone’s watching me. I pretend to not notice it, going about my daily morning routine. The cameras are subtle, but my eyes catch them quickly. These boys may be smart but I’m always one step ahead. I knew that they were going to watch/trail me the second I turned down their business proposal.

~ Two days ago

“Stiletto, you have a business meeting with Bangtan today,” my assistant tells me.

“Oh, it totally slipped my mind,” I say, knowing full well about the meeting. You have to act forgetful once in a while or else people assume that you know everything and don’t tell you anything.

“It’s in an hour in your office.” I nod at the reminder, and wave her off. Venus is a hard-working girl and not a snitch, so I’ve kept her around as my assistant. She knows the consequences of betraying me.

An hour passes by quickly, dealing with my product shipping and whatnot. I’ve been involved for a good seven years; in both the technology industry and the mafia. My technology is top notch, and this led many mafia bosses to want to buy my products. I’m happy to oblige, as this makes me a pretty penny.

A sharp knock on my door makes me smirk.

I call out, “Come in.”

Seven men dressed in suits enter and shut the door behind them.

Bangtan.

“Hello Stiletto, it’s good to finally meet you,” Kim Namjoon says cordially.

“Likewise. Now, let’s get to it. I’m a busy woman, so if you please, give me your deal.” My face is blank, eyes steely, scrutinizing them as they do the same to me.

(a/n, I didn’t go into specifics with the deal because I’m not good with that sort of thing, so sorry for being so vague :’))

I listen to their proposal, knowing from the first sentence that it’s not going to happen. At least, not with me. The deal has minor holes and could easily be executed with another company. My price is also not met.

“I’m sorry to interrupt Mr. Kim, but this isn’t going to work. Have a good day,” I dismiss them, seeing the looks of anger flash in their eyes.

“What do you mean it won’t work, Stiletto?” Min Yoongi asks, barely concealing his anger.

“Are you deaf? I mean it won’t work. Find another company. Goodbye.” I’m about to call for security, but they keep pushing on. Well. Looks like they have some bark in them. But I have more important things to be doing than entertain some boys and I know I’ll see them again soon enough.

“You’ll regret this later,” Park Jimin says, and before he can say more I interrupt.

“I know that I won’t. Goodbye.” And with that, I have security escort them out. Granted, they don’t put up much of a fight, but instead I see them clench their fists if only for a brief second. Good. They’re mad. I hope that they learned that I can be a bitch, exactly as everyone says.

Hence the nickname Stiletto. Stilettos may be pretty looking but they’re also powerful. I bet you’ve never seen someone walk in stilettos and not look like a bad bitch.

Ever since this nickname was given to me, I have worn a pair every day. Why not give the people what they want?

I had to kill everyone who knew my actual name, so now only a select few remain who know my actual name; Y/n.

~ Present Day

Bangtan is so mad that they are trailing me to try to find weaknesses to make me bend to their deal. Their attempt is almost comical. Almost. I don’t have weaknesses. Growing up in an orphanage led me to learn and figure out things by myself.

My black suit is waiting for me, and I slip on my signature stilettos. They have red soles, an exclusive one-of-a-kind shoe made especially for me. Little does the brand know that I made some alterations to the shoes. I made the tips be steel and each shoe has a small dagger hidden inside the stiletto.

My black purse is waiting and I check my inbox as I make my way downstairs and into my garage where my chauffeur is waiting.

The cameras inside the house have already been disabled, courtesy of Venus’s hacking skills. That girl is shaping up to me more and more like me everyday. I smile inside at the thought of toying with Bangtan. Some say they’re the most powerful mafia, even going as far to call them the ‘mafia kings’ but I know better than that. They may be more known in the industry, but my name is still influential and slowly climbing the ranks. I blame me being a woman for the reason why I’m not on top. Most of the mafia bosses think I’m just a pretty face who can’t be taken seriously. Someday I’ll destroy all their empires and watch them burn. (she says nonchalantly lol)

I get out of the car at my office and head inside. Venus greets me, showing me my schedule of the day. I thank her, the only person I ever do, and head off to my office. It’s a peaceful workday, considering that I haven’t had to hurt/kill anyone yet.

It’s around 2:00pm when I get a notification on my phone saying that there are two unidentifiable figures that breached our building. I dismiss getting security to investigate as I know that it’s Bangtan. Perfect. They’re coming just as I knew they would. I know it’ll take them about a half an hour to reach my office so I wait eagerly.

Half an hour later I’m sending an email when I can feel their eyes on me. Based on my research I can guess that it’s Jungkook and Taehyung in the vents. These two are the deadly duo and also the sneakiest.

While Yoongi and Hoseok are the best at weaponry, Namjoon and Seokjin are the best fighters (with Seokjin doubling as a doctor), Jimin is a master manipulator, and Taehyung and Jungkook are the stealthiest. Jungkook is their ace though, good at everything.

I internally feel giddy, but on the outside I pretend that I don’t notice them.

I let this go on for another half hour, knowing that they’re watching every move. So I send boring emails and don’t do any actually work. I already shut down their hacking and can’t wait to shut down their camera that’s been in my office all day. But that comes later in my plan.

After hitting send on another email, I start typing up an rsvp and say, “Boys, it’s time to come down now. I know you’re up there, so be good and come out.”

There aren’t any noises but I can tell that they didn’t expect this.

Bangtan doesn’t expect me to know their every move. I have tabs on all of them at all times, and they don’t know I know all their tricks in the book. Including trailing business owners who don’t accept their deals.

Since they aren’t responding, I decide to have some fun and use their names.

“Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook…the maknaes of Bangtan. Be good boys and come out, okay? We don’t want this getting out of hand,” I say sweetly, imagining their eyes widen at me calling them out by name.

I count slowly in my head…three…two…one…

Bang! The vents come open and they drop down silently behind me. I turn around in my chair and see the two culprits.

“Hello boys. Have a seat.” I say, leaving them no room for argument. They sit down and don’t speak. I know they’re searching for ways to escape, but I won’t let them. They’re not the only ones good at planning.

“Look, I’m not going to force you to talk about anything. But just know that you shouldn’t try to-“

Before I can finish Jungkook brings out a gun and fires it at me. I dodge it and pull out a gun of my own.

“Don’t even think about it buddy. I have dozens of weapons aimed at you that could fire at any moment, so sit your ass down.” This makes him slightly wary, and he lowers his gun.

“Give me your weapons boys,” I demand next, knowing that I could still win against them in a heartbeat but don’t want to take that chance.

They get them out for me but I notice Jungkook forgot two and Taehyung forgot one.

“Jungkook, give me the dagger in your hair and behind your ear and Taehyung, give me your ankle dagger,” I sigh impatiently.

They do as I say, surprised at my knowledge.

“Perfect. Good boys, thank you,” I praise, knowing that this makes them uncomfortable. And it works. Jungkook looks down slightly while I see Taehyung swallow.

I stalk over to the filing cabinet and pull out the camera recording all of this. I smirk slightly into it and place it down in front of the boys and I.

“Hello Bangtan, thanks for sending your maknaes to me. We’ve been having a jolly good time,” I say into the camera, noticing Jungkook and Taehyung exchange glances.

“Anyways, better come get them before something happens to them…that would be horrible,” I say, my tone a hint darker than before. Then I crush and destroy the camera.

I turn back to Jungkook and Taehyung.

“I’ll guess…thirty-four minutes until they come for you. In the meantime, do make yourselves comfortable. I have snacks and shit in the mini fridge if you’re feeling peckish. But don’t try anything!” I singsong, going back to my desk.

They look at each other, confused at what’s going on. One second I’m threatening them the next I’m offering them food. I ignore their looks and continue typing and responding to emails.

Precisely thirty-four minutes later the rest of Bangtan comes bursting through my office door.

“Where are they?!” Namjoon booms, gun in hand.

“They are right there,” I say, pointing to the two boys who haven’t moved from their sitting positions.

I see Bangtan freeze, if only for a split second. I know that they’re shocked I didn’t harm them/tie them up somehow.

“Did you do anything to them? Because if you did, I swear to god Stiletto I’ll-“

“Calm down Hoseok, can’t you see they’re unharmed?” I state boredly, gesturing to the maknaes.

“It’s true Hobi,” Jin says, rushing over to inspect his babies.

“Aw, such a happy reunion,” I say, then sharpen my tone. “Looks, you idiots need to learn that no means no. I don’t want your business deal, so stop trying. It’s not working.”

“You sure, Stiletto?” Jimin asks me, a calculating grin on his face, “Because it seems to me that you care a lot about our babies, not even harming them. What does that show?”

I roll my eyes. “Jimin, quit it. Your tactics don’t work on me.”

“Ooh, feisty. I like you, Stiletto,” Jimin says, sidling up to me and putting his arm around my shoulder.

Quick as a wink I take his arm off my shoulder and twist him so we’re now face-to-face.

“Isn’t it obvious? I like you too Jimin,” I say, staring deep into his eyes. Oh how I love toying with them.

He falters for a millisecond then regains his composure and licks his lips.

“Great, so let’s make a deal-“

“You silly boy,” I push him away much to his dismay, “I already told you, no means no. Now, get out of here before I shoot you all.” I’ve had my fun and it’s time for them to go.

“Look, Stiletto, we don’t mean to cause issues with-“

“Trailing me? Putting cameras up in my own home and office? Attempting to hack my technology? Sending your babies to spy on me? It seems that you have caused issues. While I like to mess with you, I’m done playing.” I’m dead serious as I look them each in the eye.

“Get out of my sight and don’t bother trying to contact me again. I’m done with Bangtan. Oh, and keep in mind that I know more than you think,” I warn.

“Like what?” Namjoon scoffs, not believing me.

“I know that you and the rest of the boys have feelings for each other,” I say casually, noticing their looks of shock, “What, you don’t think I noticed? It’s pretty obvious to me and honestly you’re all perfect for each other anyway.”

“But…no one knows that…” Jin stammers, showing the first sign of weakness since their arrival.

“Look, I’m not a snitch when it comes to that topic, so I won’t tell anyone, but you best believe I know so much more,” I say, watching them all breathe a small sigh of relief.

“Okay, point made Stiletto. We’ll leave you alone.” Namjoon caves, nodding to the rest of the boys.

“Great, now get out.” I point to the door and they all file out.

Ever since my spy in Bangtan told me that they were planning on meeting with me, I planned on the outcome.

I knew their deals were usually good at hiding the holes, so I took the liberty of finding out what deal they were going to offer to me. It wasn’t bad from the outside but I knew that in the end it would benefit them more than me.

I knew they wouldn’t accept my ‘no’ so I planned on them following me. Taehyung and Jungkook coming wasn’t a surprise in the least and I knew that revealing their biggest secret would make them leave me alone.

I now hold power over the ‘mafia kings.’

That makes me be able to control all the groups in my area.

Perfect.

Now I can grow my empire and slowly but surely take over and show everyone who their mafia ruler really is.

The mafia queen, Y/n.

sorry for kinda rushing through this. it’s not perfect but I just love the scenario! anyways, as always, thanks for reading! 🩷🫶🏼

#bts #bts ot7 #bts ot7 x reader #ot7 bts #btsot7 #mafia!au #bts mafia au #bts mafia fic #bts mafia imagine #badass reader #marblemoonstones

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kessellluvr · 4 months

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listen listen

helen king fucking you on her desk but

in her reading glasses.

fuck this thought had me creaming actually :3

warnings: 18+ content, semi-public sex, strap-on sex, fingering, slight begging, mommy kink, teasing (lmk if i forgot something)

quiet - nsfw

Pairing: Boss!Helen x afab!assistant!reader

„lets see how well you can stay quiet when you actually need to.“ Helen purred with a wide grin - you werent the noisiest one in bed, because it did embarrass you a little - moaning like a pathetic slut for this woman. You were her assistant, well now also her affair and she knew she could make you do anything. She was a total goddess to you, you loved and adored her, she just loved having this pretty little thing under her control.

Helen‘s hand slipped into your pants as she pushed you against the desk, her dark eyes locked on your face and her left hand grasping your hip. Her right and found its way under your panties, cold fingertips meeting your clit, you bit your lip to supress any sounds. Your eyes squeezing shut.

„Look at me.“ you complied - your eyes fluttering back open, seeing the hunger in her eyes. Her lips connected with yours, claiming them as hers as her finger dipped between your folds, eliciting a whimper from you. The kiss got messier as she added another one of her long fingers. you threw your head back, your upper teeth digging into your lower lip as you tried to shut up.

Helen‘s finger’s curled inside your cunt, hitting that perfect spot - causing you to moan out „Fuck Helen!“, your thighs pressed together, nails digging in the expensive wooden desk. Just as you were about to cum she pulled out, you shook your head - trying to process. You gave her an upset look, she just kept that smirk as she pressed her two fingers against your lips. You parted them and she made you suck her fingers, your eyes rolled back in your head - imagining this was her strap-on, the one you knew she was wearing, you did see the buldge.

Helen‘s lips connected with your neck, sucking small bruises on there as she kept her fingers in your mouth „Such beautiful slut…“ she murmed, biting down on the sensitive skin and making you whimper. „Keep sucking them.. you‘ll eventually get what you want.“

Her knee was now pushing between your thighs, rubbing - your sucking started to kept messier, more desperate. „Please..“ you huffed between sucks. Helen chuckled and pulled away from your neck, also pulling her fingers out your mouth. both her hands cupped your face as she pulled you in for a kiss, groaning against your lips. „Want mommy’s strap, hm?“ she teased, still holding your face as she gazed down at you. You nodded „Yes.. please..“

Helen kept her smile, letting go of you and taking a step back so she could unbutton her suit pants, pushing them down along with her panties. Your eyes were glued on the large strap-on, your hands already undoing your own pants, pushing them down and kicking them aside along with your wet panties. There you sat on her desk, legs spread wide as she took a few steps closer - looking down at you, she looked so good like this (well she always does) - her bun a little messy from the makeout, her blouse slightly unbuttoned, her glasses on her nosebridge. Oh fuck, the things this woman made you feel by just looking at her. Helen placed her hand on your cheek, caressing „Now.. actually you can be as loud as you want, everyone left.“ she told you with a reassuring nod.

Her hand fell from your cheek and clasped around her strap, guiding it towards your cunt - slowly pressing the tip against your wetness. „Mhmm..“ she hummed and slowly pushed foward, stealing a loud moan from your lips as the entire lenght pushed in. Helen‘s hands moved to your waist once again - pushing you down so you were laying on the desk as she started thrusting back and forth, her breath as heavy as yours. Your hands laid over hers on your waist, just to feel her - her warmth.

Helen sped up her thrusts, fully focused on bringing you to orgasm and you both knew you were close, very close. „Hmpf.. mommy.. im gonna cum..“ you moaned out for her - she nodded, hand squeezing your waist „Go ahead.“ she demanded and you did, she kept thrusting as she felt you getting more slippery - your moans got louder and louder.

With one final thrust foward she grunted loudly, signaling her own orgasm - you loved making her cum by letting her fuck you with the strap, it turned her on so hard.

After you both came down from your climax, you sighed contentedly and a smile krept upon your lips. „You know, you look so hot with those glasses..“ you trailed a finger along the frame. „You should wear them more often when we fuck.“ you chuckled with a wink, she shook her head „Wouldnt wanna break them..“ as she pressed one last kiss against your lips before pushing herself away from the desk and slipping back into her pants and panties, leaving you spent on the desk.

#helen king wellmania #helen king #wellmania 2023 #wellmania #yellowjackets #simone kessell #kessellluvr #office #helen king x reader

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leastdatablebracket · 7 months

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QUARTER FINALS, MATCH 3

Propaganda under the cut! (tw rape)

Laito Sakamaki

Propaganda

I really could've picked any of the boys from that series really but this dude literally keeps referring to the MC as little bitch. Also, asshole wears a fedora. The fact he made the most datable poll astounds me

He's not a nice man with Yui (the protagonist) and even do some deplorable things with her when she SAYS she doesn't want to. He has a sobbing backstory and uses that to do whatever he wants. He should go to a psychiatrist. In jail.

He is a rapist! In both the anime and the games, he sexually harasses Yui. I can't remember if it was more explicit in the games, but there was a cutaway scene in the church Yui grew up in where he forces himself on her. Like the other vampire brothers, he enjoys causing her pain and suffering, and he particularly likes playing mind games with her along with his usual shit. Canonically, Yui is just the last girl in a very, very long line of "sacrificial brides" who the brothers all ended up killing in one way or another. Laito may look and act like a teenager, but he's an immortal vampire and he knows what he's doing.

This man repeatedly assaults the protagonist (Yui) because he wants to "taint" her. At first he only strips her and touches her only laughing when she says no because "well what a perverted woman, why aren't you being honest with yourself" and it's implied that he rapes her. There's a scene where Yui contemplate suicide (keep in mind she's religious and try to keep her faith even while abused so it's a big deal) because she can't take it anymore, and then Laito shows up in her bath and makes her harm herself. He humiliates her in public. He's just horrible. His excuse is that his mother abused him and he convinced himself he liked it and he loved her. At the end of his route Yui is totally broken in my opinion, convinced she is tainted now and losing her faith in god. Granted he isn't the worst of his brothers but this man is definitely undatable. While he softens in later games, this man is horrible.

Peter King

Propaganda

Oh I could go ON AND ON but here’s a list: He’s a stalker, he showed up late to a date HE REQUESTED, he killed either your landlord, roommate, or coworker (depending on route) and stuck them in a freezer, lied to the police about it, followed by a car ride either consisting of traumadumping about his family (valid tbh) or him talking about how much he wants to fuck your brains out, then you finding a bloody knife in his glove compartment, asking about it, and him smashing your head into the window to shut you up while he takes you to his house. He is The Worse Datable, as well as The Only Datable because well…he killed the others…and kidnapped you….

FUCK THIS DUDE!!! Country Human looking-ass bitch, I want him dead and obliterated

Many violence, Yandere behavior, cut your leg off in a semi-canon series of illustrations, smashed your head into the passenger side window of his creepy van, chloroformed you in your own house, brought you flowers that were probably tainted with his own blood, given context from another route. Generally a terrible person. Also just very strange to look at :/

He knows what he did….😒

He broke into Y/N’s house and chloroformed them. Generally a really creepy and perverted guy. TK is better :/

Send that man to Worst Datable Hell! Put him in the trash file (he’s a pseudo-sentient AI, similar to Monika, so this threat is valid)! He sometimes looks like a kicked puppy when talking to you, but with your small contributions, we can make him look even more like a kicked puppy! Vote Peter King for Worst Datable Datable Character today! Bonus: Funny canon facts about him! - He can’t swim - He’s allergic to peanuts - He has to wear glasses, but usually wears contacts - He had an emo/goth phase in high school - He’s a YouTuber; he does product reviews - He has very strong mother issues (understandably) - He will respond to and greatly enjoy the nickname “Cockbite” (there are many other names he enjoys, but this one’s the funniest to me)

#quarter finals

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jinwoosungs · 1 year

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{ 95 }

the warmth that you give.

barnabas tharmr x fem.reader

warnings: essentially a thirst post for my main man and husband. an unedited mess of yearnings; minors please don’t interact.

by choosing to interact with this 18+ content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings.

the breaths that escapes from her parted lips was clearly seen against the chilly night air, appearing almost like wisps of smoke as violent tremors coursed through her form.

the light that once was seen exuded from the candles and torches have long since extinguished, leaving her chambers in near complete and total darkness had it not been for the slender light of the moon peeking through the window. her eyes were clenched shut, body aching upon feeling such a coldness coursing through her very veins.

with yet another shudder, it takes the young woman a herculean effort to lift herself from the comfort of the mattress, wrapping the burgundy mantle across her bare shoulders while her eyes gave the man settled next to her a look of absolute yearning.

barnabas lay next to her, completely unaware of her awakening as he was still caught up in his peaceful slumber. she watches the way his chest rises and falls in tune to his soft breathing all while trembling with need for him. from this close proximity, the young queen could feel the body heat that exudes from her husband’s powerful form, causing her to bite back a gasp when she gathers her courage and surges toward him.

the blankets weren’t warm enough, allowing the burgundy mantle to slide off her form as she lays herself on top of barnabas’s body. with her arms wrapped around the back of his neck, she allows her face to hide within the junction of where his neck and shoulders met, almost purring at how warm he was. feeling a great amount of comfort, she allows her lips to press loving kisses against her husband’s skin, the sensation felt on his heated skin making him steadily awaken with a groan.

feeling the weight of his wife settled on top of him, barnabas allows his arms to slowly wrap around his wife’s back, pressing a kiss against the top of her hair. “what is it?”

his deep voice was achingly rough, yet oh so sensual, the sound of it still managing to make her tremble all while letting out a dreamy sigh. she keeps herself in close proximity to him, still wishing to bask in the warmth he exudes as she allows her eyes to meet with his hazy, steel blue gaze. “i’m sorry my darling king, for i felt cold and couldn’t sleep.”

he was silent for a few beats, humming a little bit as his eyes slowly began to close once more. the fair maiden believed that her husband was going to fall back asleep-

that is, until she felt his arms move the entirety of her body lower, and she could feel something poking at her inner thighs. she couldn’t stop the gasp from escaping from her lips when his engorged cock was felt poking at her soft skin.

“aye, i can warm you up if you desire?” dear eikons, barnabas’s voice was pure seduction at this point, becoming potent enough to banish the cold from her very veins as she became filled with desire for her husband.

“yes, i desire it...” was the young woman’s final answer, more than ready for him to lay her back down against the plush mattress of their bed before mounting her like a desperate stallion in heat for its mare-

so imagine the pure and utter shock she feels when barnabas places both of his hands against her waist, sliding her even lower still before plunging his aching erection within her slick core with an almost scarily accurate precision. such a sinful sensation makes her toss her head back, but she found that she couldn’t move with how barnabas kept his powerful arms wrapped around her.

she was gasping, feeling the front of her heaving breasts meet with barnabas’s heated pectorals, her mind turning hazy due to the sheer amount of pleasure she felt alone as he continued to make love to her in this new position. for a brief moment, she wondered why barnabas was holding her so tightly against him, making her nearly scream when his hips collided with hers in such a powerful thrust-

but when she recalls telling him how cold she felt just moments ago, her whole body began to heat up with pleasure and the absolute love she felt for the man pounding so desperately below her. her declarations of love for her husband comes out in stuttered and broken moans, feeling her slick walls begin to twitch and convulse each time barnabas moved so sinfully against her.

their passions lasted well into the midst of the night, with dawn nearly breaking when she finds herself mounted against her husband, with her legs settled on either side of his hips. gone was the chill that once haunted her form as a fiery lust ignites the blood in her veins. her skin was damp with a light sheen of sweat, and despite how her husband had ensured her of his fill, he was still insatiable when it came to her and her alone.

his cock was still buried so deeply inside of her, and she forces herself to ride him at a much faster pace upon feeling the way he had grown from within her aching flower. with a gasp of his name, she feels her back arch against him, reaching her completion once more as evidence of her sweet release flows down her husband’s shaft. such a hedonistically sinful sight was enough to make the dark king of waloed let out a roar of her name, stilling his hips as he spilled his seed within her one last time, all while murmuring sinful phrases of how well his wife was taking it before falling back down against the comforts of their shared bed once more.

despite how their sheets had become stained with evidence of their love, the young queen couldn’t find it in herself to care. she lands back down against barnabas’s chest, earning a tiny grunt from him all while pressing gentle kisses across his powerful chest. “i love you, so much.” she tells him all while lightly biting down against his collarbone, earning a hiss and a smack on her bum from barnabas in response.

“and you know i would do anything for you-”

“even make sinful, passionate love, just to keep me warm?”

“aye, even that.”

lifting up her gaze, barnabas leans in to press a searing kiss against her lips. he delves into her taste before murmuring against her skin, “are you still cold, my lady?”

she shakes her head, admitting that she felt warm now, almost too hot after completing their copulation. this earns her a smirk from barnabas as he lays back down, taking her with him all while keeping her against his chest. his deep voice beckons her to sleep, promising to take her to their favorite spot within the moor once his duties were completed for the day.

feeling so comfortable whilst in her husband’s arms, the young queen lets out a yawn before allowing herself to drift off to sleep...

...finding herself dreaming of children that had the same, deep blue eyes as their father.

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

#barnabas tharmr x reader #tharmr barnabas x you #tharmr barnabas x reader #barnabas tharmr x you #ffxvi x reader #.stories

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shadowmaat · 2 months

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Mullet Wig, the Llama King

New drama just dropped!

I think we've all noticed that our favorite hellsite has some... issues when it comes to moderating toxic groups: Nazis, transphobes, TERFs, extremists of every stripe, etc.

In fact, there seems to be a trend where the victims of those groups are more likely to suffer consequences than the perpetrators themselves. Even in my tiny little mud puddle among the tumbleweeds I've heard things.

So when Our Kitty of Hacking, who has the bonus of being a reliable source, shares a story of a trans woman being banned from the site, I go digging.

In THIS corner we have a trans woman buckling under the weight of harassment and stalking. She's made multiple appeals to the mod squad for help and been continually ignored.

In frustration, she makes a post wishing for cartoonish violence to happen to Our Supreme Overlord... and gets banned.

In THAT corner we have Our Supreme Overlord, who bought a site that has never been profitable, couldn't turn a profit, and decided to shove it in the corner.

Under a deluge of complaints about the banning, he feigns having the high ground and cites the reasons why he's totally right and everyone else is wrong.

Point the first: "We have queer folks on staff, so we can't be queerphobic! They've never complained!"

Having queer peeps on staff doesn't mean much. For most companies it's just a checkmark to show how cool and inclusive they are. It doesn't mean they're treated well, it doesn't mean their concerns are listened to or addressed, and it doesn't mean that they speak for the entire community. Also? Just because they don't say anything doesn't mean they don't have objections. "fear of losing your job" is a hella big reason to keep your mouth shut.

"There was unmarked sexually explicit material and that's against our TOS!"

There's a difference between "showing off results of surgery while fully clothed" and "sexually explicit material" you absolute corncob.

"There were threats of violence!"

A Looney Tunes-style threat, especially one couched as "I hope" rather than "I'm going to" is not something to be taken seriously.

Also? The victim you've chosen to vilify was also receiving threats of violence- likely much more realistic and specific- and yet those threats were apparently not found to be in violation. Interesting how that works.

Additional point: You misgendered her. You fucking MISGENDERED HER. There is absolutely no excuse for that and you can't fucking claim you "didn't know" her pronouns. If you aren't sure, you FIND OUT before you go spouting self-defensive bullshit.

You've turned a blind eye to the hate groups and bad actors on here for years. Now, suddenly, when it's all about YOU, you suddenly find a way to moderate/remove anyone who hurts your fee-fees. C'mon, dude. I'll do a whipround to get you some mountaineering gear so you can finally get over yourself.

Just go back to ignoring us, you soggy cabbage.

#drama llama farm

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sapphicautistic · 10 months

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My gf was listening to "White Blank Page" by Mumford and Sons and I once again told her that song is SO much better if it's gay.

She doesn't listen to the lyrics of songs but she's extremely good at literary analysis and this time she actually looked up the lyrics and has now come to the following conclusion: "It makes no sense if it's not gay."

My (objectively best) reading is this:

The narrator was in love with a guy who strung him along, never willing to be in a committed (or public) relationship with him and maybe insisting that it's extremely heterosexual "helping a bro out" sex, except in more intimate moments. Finally out of nowhere guy is suddenly committed to a woman and when Narrator confronted him, guy spat out homophobic vitriol and claimed he's not gay like the Narrator.

(For extra flavor imagine them as closeted, straight passing Midwestern flannel wearing, love-bonfires-and-camping guys who sat next to each other at church and elbowed and annoyed each other like best friends do and were each other's go-to source of emotional support! And then to suddenly shut Narrator out for the first time ever, by abruptly marrying a woman and insisting that he's always been straight and their relationship meant nothing...)

Here are the lyrics:

Can you lie next to her And give her your heart, your heart As well as your body? And can you lie next to her And confess your love, your love As well as your folly? And can you kneel before the king And say, "I'm clean! I'm clean!" ? But tell me now, where was my fault In loving you with my whole heart? Oh, tell me now, where was my fault In loving you with my whole heart? A white blank page and a swelling rage, rage You did not think When you sent me to the brink, to the brink You desired my attention But denied my affections, my affections So tell me now, where was my fault In loving you with my whole heart? Oh, tell me now, where was my fault In loving you with my whole heart? Lead me to the truth and I Will follow you with my whole life Oh, lead me to the truth and I Will follow you with my whole life

Why call multiple people "you" in a totally unclear way? Why would you claim that your female ex's new man can't love her AT ALL (not just as much as you did, AT ALL)? And invoking the judgment of God is so fucking tedious if you're just shaming your female ex for moving on or even cheating/getting with your friend. Also you look like a creepy asshole if you think a girl broke up with you for "loving her too much".

This song is tepid, badly written, and makes the narrator look like an asshole if it's NOT gay.

The gay reading is the ONLY compelling one.

#i don't even care about m/m romances lmao i get bored when there's no women BUT #this is objectively the best reading #anyways my gf and I came up with the main beats for an entire romance story about these guys #as a dyke raised in the church i really like the religious midwestern reading here too #also there's SUCH a phenomenon of guys having secret sex out in these rural areas and insisting even to themselves it's not gay #so this reading is very compelling to me #i also like to think the woman is like fine. there's nothing wrong with her she's sweet and friends with both of them.#gf said what if she's Narrator's sister?#like i think it's better narrative wise if the woman has no idea and isn't trying to 'turn him straight'#bc the ex CHOSE this. he caved and all so he can stand before God and insist he's 'clean'#which to me... very very resonant #updates on my boring life #also I think the ex can be either bi or gay like it doesn't matter because either way Narrator is convinced ex loves HIM still n not wifey #god i could go line by line but no one wants that lmao it's extremely funny that i fixated on this #i did not even know it was a mumford and sons song or that they are british until gf told me both facts today #i am in no way a fan #im jsut a sucker for religion flavored gay angst i guess or at least this variety of it

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uzumaki-rebellion · 1 year

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“Black Boys Boom Thorns First: Volume 4, Chapter 71″

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"War in the east, war in the west war up north, war down south war, war, rumours of war.

And until that day, the African continent will not know peace, we Africans will fight we find it necessary and we know we shall win as we are confident in the victory…

We don't need no more trouble…"

Bob Marley – "War/No More Trouble"

"Any more pressure on your bladder?"

Yani rubbed a wand scanner across Nakia's nine-month pregnant belly and checked the 3D image that sprang to life above the woman's belly button. Nakia exhaled with the breath of a woman totally over carrying another human inside of herself. Yani grinned and paid attention to the placement of the baby's body.

"He's in the proper position," Yani said.

Nakia's soulful brown eyes latched onto her baby's curled and tucked form snug inside her womb.

"T'Challa Toussaint Udaku," Nakia said.

"Hmm?" Yani muttered, touching the floating image to enlarge it so she could see the umbilical cord.

"We're calling him Toussaint for Haiti. I'm so proud of the work we have done there. N'Jadaka calls Haiti the Black Pearl of the world. He knows so much about it. T'Challa fell in love with it."

"I like it," Yani said.

She allowed Nakia to look at her baby from all angles before shutting off the scanner. She touched her kimoyo beads and Nakia's beads lit up.

"I transferred the latest images to your file. Everything looks great," Yani said.

She pulled down the patient gown on Nakia to cover her back up. Nakia tapped a few beads.

"T'Challa will be happy to see the new pictures," Nakia said.

Yani checked Nakia's birth chart.

"As of now, little Toussaint will decide when we get together this way again," Yani said, patting Nakia's hand.

Nakia lifted her hand from Yani's and captured it in both her palms, cradling it against her chest.

"You have been so wonderful for me and T'Challa. I didn't want anyone else to help bring our child into the world," Nakia said.

Yani tapped the side of the examination table and it raised up higher, allowing Nakia to be at eye level.

"Princess Yani!"

Yani's nurse assistant burst into the room out of breath with wild eyes.

"Mesea?" Yani said, jumping up from her seat at Nakia's side.

"Come…quick…!"

Mesea's plump fingers grasped Yani's hand and dragged her toward the door.

"Wait a minute!" Yani said, pulling off her examining gloves and tossing them in a waste receptacle.

She turned to Nakia.

"Excuse me please," Yani said.

Nakia nodded and reached for her clothing.

Yani trailed behind Mesea and noticed right away the buzz in the hall as other staff ran toward the vid screen in a spacious waiting area. A Wakandan emergency broadcast logo flashed on the screen immediately followed by the strained faces of two news anchors.

"We interrupt this broadcast with some shocking news coming out of the eastern coast of Tunisia. A terrorist bombing has claimed the lives of several politicians at a North African summit where King N'Jadaka was to address an assembly of leaders on new energy measures to improve the quality of life for countries dependent on fossil fuels. Sources on the ground have stated that two entire city blocks were destroyed and there is no word as of yet on the condition of King N'Jadaka and our Wakandan delegates who traveled with him…"

Yani clutched at her chest before tapping her kimoyo with a direct line to N'Jadaka. Nakia waddled next to her and also had her kimoyo glowing reaching out to T'Challa.

"…Ambassador Udaku's planned visit to Spain has been rerouted back to the U.S. until further notice. We are getting word that King N'Jadaka was the intended target of the attack…

Nakia tapped Yani's arm.

"T'Challa says N'Jadaka is fine," Nakia said.

Yani gasped out loud and walked to the side to hide her face from the staff. No one noticed, their eyes stuck to the screen, probably reliving the dread of King T'Chaka's bombing death. But N'Jadaka and T'Calla had been prepared for potential attacks everywhere.

Yani steered Nakia to her personal office and closed the door. Both of their kimoyos lit up simultaneously. Ramonda.

"Queen Mother," Nakia said swiping her beads first.

Ramonda sat perched inside of a Royal Leopard Fighter craft made for her new career as an ambassador. She had taken off her isicholo and wore her long white locs spread across her shoulders. Her face looked pinched and her mouth was a tight line of stress. Nakia tapped another bead and it brought Ramonda's life-size image into the room with them.

"They are both fine. T'Calla has the king hidden away in a secret location. There were no Wakandan casualties. The reports I'm getting from our War Dogs are twenty dead, fifteen injured, and about a dozen still missing at this point… still buried under rubble. N'Jadaka made last-minute changes to his schedule that were not made public to the host country. The British jumped the gun," Ramonda said.

Nakia perked up.

"We know for sure it was them?" Nakia asked.

Ramonda nodded.

"They are working covertly with the Tunisian government. This is the third attempt on N'Jadaka's life in two months. We were aware of the setup. It is why our king changed plans, to show the North Africans that the West will slaughter their people."

"He didn't warn them?" Nakia asked.

"We are teaching them a lesson," Ramonda said with grim finality.

Yani turned away to gather her thoughts. N'Jadaka was safe. T'Challa protected him and their entourage. He warned her that he would do whatever it took to show the world not to play with him. Allowing the Tunisians to die was a line in the sand: if they weren't with Wakanda, then they were against them.

"How are you, Nakia? Is my grandbaby well?" Ramonda asked, trying to lift the mood.

"The baby is healthy and I am ready to sleep on my stomach," Nakia joked.

A half laugh escaped her lips. Yani turned to face Ramonda again.

"Will you come home?" Yani asked.

"Not yet. Running home would make us look frightened. I am flying back to New York and I will stay there for regular assembly duties, unless the king changes things of course. There will be a half cruiser there to pick you both up in five minutes. You will be sequestered in the palace until further notice. Sydette and Riki have been escorted there already," Ramonda said.

"What about Disa and Joba?" Yani asked.

"Disa finished her guest lecture at M.I.T. less than an hour ago. She and Joba will be brought to New York with Adebiyi and the rest of the Jabari architectural team. They will be sequestered with me. No need to worry," Ramonda said.

Her image shimmered out of the room and they stared at her from Nakia's beads again.

"Quickly leave the hospital," Ramonda said.

Her face winked out and Yani walked out of her office with Nakia giving instructions to her co-workers. They understood why she had to leave. As the future queen of the nation, her safety was a priority.

The half-cruiser hovered above them outside and didn't even bother to land. A warm gravitational pull of neon blue light lifted them both up gently into the air. Above them, elite palace guards and military soldiers waited to help them aboard.

"Be gentle with her, please," Yani ordered.

The men followed her orders and deferred to her.

Out of the royal family members left in the country, Yani's status was higher than Nakia's and Shuri's. The ride to the palace was quiet, too quiet. The hum of the aircraft made her want to fly to Tunisia to scoop up her fiancé. Tunisia was the closest call they'd ever had with attempted assassinations on N'Jadaka. She had asked for her man to be transparent about everything, and now she wondered if she would prefer to not know anything about his work. Touching her chest, her heart thumped against her hand. Despite having a full security team, his own jaguar suit, and the powers of the heart-shaped herb, Yani experienced more fear than when he had been a mercenary. At least then he could be covert all the time. As a king, he couldn't be that way.

The King of England had ordered their secret service agents to kill the King of Wakanda in a foreign land to hide their hands. France had tried to be slick in their former African colonies, but Ramonda called them out at the U.N. and threw their treachery back in their face much to the embarrassment of the U.S. and the rest of the Western world. China tried to play up to Wakanda by sharing secret intel on the U.S. in West Africa. The tsunami of change N'Jadaka brought in his wake as king already had parts of Africa turning cold shoulders to Asian leaders wanting more incursions onto the continent.

Africa was changing.

King N'Jadaka proselytized the power of Africa for the Africans. No one else.

"Go and rest in the guest suite. We can have dinner together in the king's chambers," Yani said.

Nakia gave Yani a wide smile.

"What?" Yani asked.

"You speak Wakanadan so fluent now, for a second, you sounded like Queen Mother," Nakia said.

Yani waved her hands in a dismissive gesture.

"I still sound like a country girl up in the hills back home," Yani said.

Nakia shook her head.

"You sound like a queen. Until we meet again, Princess Yani."

Two Doras escorted Nakia away, leaving Yani alone with her personal Dora and the kingsguard. The military soldiers who flew with them posted themselves around the palace for extra security measures. Her kimoyo lit up. Dante's face appeared above her hand.

"Hi, Yani. I'm with Sweet Pea and Dumplin," Dante said.

"I'm here in the palace. N'Jadaka is fine. I spoke to Ramonda."

"I'm not worried. That boy can survive anything aimed at him. Are you okay? You look winded."

"The shock of it is settling in."

"I'll keep the children here with me. Go rest and let me know how things are. I'm keeping the news away from them. They think school just ended early because of the soccer league championships in Birnin D'Jata."

"Good. Nakia will join us for dinner tonight in the king's chambers. I want us all there if N'Jadaka calls."

"Okay."

Yani hustled her way to N'Jadaka's home and fell against the door once she closed it, not wanting the guards to see her worry.

"Everything is fine. Calm yourself," she whispered into the beautiful living room.

Yani hadn't been to N'Jadaka's home since the night they first made love after so many years. The natural comfort of its cozy décor eased her mind and brought into sharp relief the energy of her man. His essence permeated every square inch of the space and she let go of the knot bunched up in her stomach. She had to learn to cope better when bad news hit.

Stepping to the king's private bar, she poured herself a glass of Wakandan whiskey and noticed a pipe stuffed with an herb N'Jadaka liked to smoke that had the effects of weed, but didn't last as long in the bloodstream. Grabbing it, she struck up a lighter from the bar and smoked the pipe like a granny back home.

Home.

Gazing out of the grand window that overlooked the river and parts of the city reminded Yani that Wakanda was her true home. Her nation needed a strong queen for a strong king. She concentrated on preparing for his eventual return and being the best source of comfort for him. Her lessons with Umama on how to conduct herself as a queen rooted within her. Weeks and weeks of training, elocution classes, and body movement had been soaked into her bones. Even the way she touched N'Jadaka in public was practiced with Baba Z. The reliance on protocols began to make sense to Yani fully. How one conducted themselves in public gave assurance to the citizenry.

There were several hours to fill before dinner, so Yani practiced walking in the slow confident gait of a queen. She positioned her hands in the signs of deference and dismissal of Council Elders. Her posture was erect and her chin stayed tilted at the angle of royalty. The herb worked a subtle high in her bloodstream and she became more mellow as an hour passed with still no word from the king.

Yani contacted her home personal assistant Dakarai and the children's nanny to collect a week's worth of clothing to bring to the palace. She sent a kingsguard and a Dora to fetch them and set up housing for the women through the palace housekeeping department. Dakarai relayed that there were already press wanting a statement from the palace, but Yani wasn't ready to take on that part of her duties yet. She would leave that to N'Jadaka's PR staff and the Council of Elders.

She walked up the stairs that led to the second floor and looked in on the rooms Sydette and Riki would sleep in. The bed sheets were already clean and ready. There were brand-new toys situated on small children's desks, too. A third room for Joba was in the same state. Expectant. Prepared. It was their home too. She strolled over into another wing of the second floor that was to be her bridal bedroom. Udaku royalty had separate bedrooms, and the room that was to become her sanctuary was gorgeous. Crème and corals, pale pinks…soothing yellow and sea green accents brought the island flavor of her favorite cove to life.

Yani's mouth parted at the care and detail taken to create a one-of-a-kind bedroom for her. The room was as big as a luxury apartment with a bathroom view of the world below. Her large bathtub actually sat propped on a platform on the balcony so that she could air dry and enjoy being outside surrounded by exotic plants and flowers that draped along the walls to create a garden feel.

She had no idea N'Jadaka had redone everything for her with delicate touches like having photos of their children sprinkled throughout the room. Her favorite was of them in Joba's fairy garden, all three of N'Jadaka's progeny grinning with bright teeth and matching royal outfits. Seeing Joba, Yani tapped her kimoyo beads.

Disa's avatar popped up and then the woman herself appeared. She rode inside a car.

"They have you already," Yani said.

"Yes… we're heading across the bridge now. Security is deep," Disa said with a weary sigh.

"How is Joba?"

"Asleep, thank goodness."

Yani peered at the small bundle under a blanket next to Disa.

"My team is riding in the car behind ours. I'm just grateful that N'Jadaka is okay. You think you prepare for shit like this, but it just…"

Her eyes darted away.

"I know. We're in the palace. We'll stay here until he comes home. I'll keep you posted with any word."

"Thanks. I know Ramonda will only give me surface-level stuff because of her position."

Yani looked out across the city and rubbed the smooth waves of her hair.

"When will you return?" Yani asked.

"I'd like to finish all of my speaking engagements, but I know the family will want Joba back in Wakanda if anything else happens. It's hard being away from her for so long. I feel bad that I took her away from her siblings this long. She's having fun though. I know she misses Riki and Sydette… all her friends. But I know having her see me do my work enriches her."

Disa smiled.

"I'll let you go because I know they want to keep all lines secure," Disa said.

"I'll call you with any info. Miss you."

"I miss you too, Yani. Give Riki and Sydette all my love and a big hug. Love you, girl…"

Yani ended the chat by blowing a kiss to Disa. The jangle of a tiny bell sounded in the living room. She kicked off her shoes and padded to the front door. A kitchen staff member brought up a full lunch spread for her to enjoy in private. She ate the meal in the dining room and afterward walked up to the third floor to rest in N'Jadaka's bedroom. The massive bed bid peace to her tense body. Crawling onto the soft blankets, she cocooned herself under the covers and stretched her arm out to her side imagining N'Jadaka next to her. Pulling off her clothes and tossing them at the foot of the bed, she ran her fingers between her thighs and played with her folds, touching the healed clitoral piercings she received from an old woman named Sade months ago.

Part of Yani's betrothal march was studying the history of past Wakandan queens and their expected submission to traditional marriage customs. A gold and silver-laced hoop went through her clitoral hood and on her delicate folds were small neon blue diamond jewels that matched the studded jewel that was placed at the root of N'Jadaka's penis. She learned it was called the ring and seed of the beloved, an ancient custom of placing jewelry on the private parts of royalty that were a more intimate bonding than just simple wedding bands on fingers.

Together they arrived at a specialized piercer who showed them various precious metals and jewels to be placed on their bodies in preparation for marriage. They chose gold and silver for her hoop to match N'Jadaka's golden jaguar necklace, and the neon blue studded jewels to match the gorgeous blue of N'Jadaka's dick piercing. Yani's vulva was permanently made bald and six piercings were strategically placed on her clit and folds. At first, she thought there would be too much going on down in her coochie, but once it healed and the jewels gleamed with erotic beauty, her pussy literally became worth five million dollars, the value of the rare diamonds and gold only found within their borders. She had the most expensive vagina in the world.

Sometimes, late at night and after a glass of wine, she sat in front of a standing mirror with her legs spread wide, and she admired the royal pussy sparkling back at her. She'd finger her waist beads and wonder at the life she was living.

Queen Yani N'Isiqithi the First. Translation: Queen Yani of the far island, the first of her name.

That was to be her official title once she married N'Jadaka.

Her name would be added to the official Udaku ancestral registry and she would have a brand new portrait created that would hang in the palace. Under Umama's tutelage, she slowly began to carry herself in a different way. She studied hard and underwent hours of elder interrogation from the Udaku clan women. Old Aunties stepped in for her own mother to help her understand her new place in the world. An Udaku queen was not simply a helpmate or decoration on the king's throne. She was expected to step into a leadership role if anything happened to the king. That pressure squirreled away in the corners of her mind and forced Yani to study harder than she ever did for medical school.

There were plans for her coronation and the very first Queen's ball in over thirty years. So much responsibility rested at her feet and she fought like hell not to get lost in the overwhelming nature of the whole thing. She was no stranger to hard work and juggling multiple responsibilities.

The jewels made her private parts tingle and she fondled herself lazily under the covers of the king's bed. The arousing sensation spread as her inner folds plumped up and the jewels did what they were supposed to do, arousing her even more. Her fingers became slippery and she simply smacked her hand against her vulva the way N'Jadaka liked to do it. They hadn't been able to have sex until she healed and the anticipation to have him make love to her had her hips grinding down into the bed. The double-sided studs in her pussy lips made her vulva look like a tapestry of unreal riches. Already her opening throbbed and the tips of her breasts became pebbled peaks.

She gently smacked her vulva again, pretending it was N'Jadaka doing it. Her hips bucked on the bed and she chewed on her bottom lip, mewling with deep guttural moans that flew up to the vaulted ceiling. Yani stopped herself before she went too far. The king made her promise that she wouldn't cum after she healed until he was deep inside her pussy himself.

That was a brutal promise to make, especially when her pussy was so beautiful blinged out, and easily aroused with the new piercings rubbing against her panties all the time creating delicious friction. That was the intended purpose of the queens back in the olden days decorating their pussy. Constant arousal meant constant fucking and more royal babies.

Babies.

Yani removed her hand from her wet folds and sat up.

N'Jadaka wanted more babies. He didn't hide his intent to get her pregnant again. The upcoming birth of T'Challa's son had the king wistful, needing to see Yani pregnant with his seed. He never said it out loud in casual private conversations, but he was always ramping up a breeding kink in their sex before her piercings were put in.

"Look how hard you got my dick, baby! Gonna make me put a baby in that pussy!"

Yani played along with him because it got her man off. He liked holding her big legs up and watching his fat dick plow her walls. She'd whimper and squirm under him.

"Pussy so fat… look how it's taking all this dick… nice and tight too… fuck! Gon' make me nut…fuck, Yani! Make me nut all in this good pussy… get you pregnant again… put a bunch of babies all in this tight pussyyyyy!"

That's all it took to make him hunch up his shoulders and shoot cum until it was pouring out of her opening hot and steamy. Right away he would flip over onto his back and make her ride him. He'd clutch at her breasts and suck on her nipples, his arousal skyrocketing if she teased him with talk of her titties getting bigger again so she could feed his new baby. His titty boy ways always came out when she spoke to him about sharing breast milk with his child, and who she'd have to baby first, him or their infant. A glow would come into his eyes and she knew he wished to see her pregnancy journey from beginning to end. Her breasts would smack together in his face, and the sound of it sent him on his way as heavy spurts of cum filled her up again, his loud voice shouting her name. She knew for a fact that she would be in deep trouble if she weren't on the powerful Wakandan birth control medication. N'Jadaka fucked with a purpose and he would lose his mind once he finally had a chance to see her pussy for the first time with all the royal razzle dazzle added to it. He was already hurting from not being able to have her for weeks in his arms, let alone fucking her. The elders that chaperoned them to get their ring and seed of the beloved forbid him to even get a peek at the jewels once they were placed on her. She followed the rules then, knowing it would drive N'Jadaka wild. It was the only reason why he told her not to have an orgasm until he gave it to her. Yani shivered thinking about the way he would fold her once he saw pussy after two months.

Curling into the fetal position, Yani slept for a couple of hours, then showered for dinner. By then she had fresh new clothes to change into and enjoyed eating with the family in N'Jadaka's impressive dining room. Yani sat in the queen's seat and listened to her children discuss their day as Shuri and Nakia caught up. Dante ate and listened to dual conversations. No one spoke about what was happening in the outside world for the sake of the children. The Council of Elders and Ramonda kept Yani informed of N'Jadaka's new whereabouts, and she had to contain her excitement from Sydette and Riki. Their father was coming home after a long absence. She kept the info to herself, wanting to surprise them before they went to bed.

Hoping he would arrive sooner, Yani found her mood shifting as the evening wore on with no word from N'Jadaka. She was given permission by her betrothal chaperones to stay in the king's home with their children.

The nanny helped Riki and Sydette prepare for bed and Yani stood on the large king's deck watching for the lights of the Royal Talon Fighter to dot the horizon.

"Night Mama!"

Riki bounded into N'Jadaka's bedroom with Sydette.

"Night you two," Yani said giving them kisses and checking the security of their hair bonnets.

She followed them to their separate rooms and bid them sweet dreams before returning to her spot on the deck. After a time, she bathed in perfumed waters and slathered her skin in aromatic oils. Her make-up was natural-looking but perfect for a reunion of lovers. Still tense and alone, she kept watching for her brave king wearing a robe over her nudity.

Darkness shrouded the peace of the city below, and still, no—

Wait!

Yani's breath caught in her throat as a string of beaded lights looking like a line of distant fireflies dotted the horizon. Stinger escorts!

Yani rushed out of the king's bedchamber and ran down to her bedroom to change into a gorgeous gown she had prepared to wear when he came home. She held it against her breasts. If she put it on so late, then he'd know she had been worried. Perhaps it was better to look casual and unbothered by the situation. Showing confidence was what he needed to see from her. Tossing the gown on the bed, she reached into her travel bag and pulled out a sheer white teddy that barely covered her ass… just the way he liked. Checking her reflection in her bedroom mirror, she ran back up to the third floor. The Royal Talon Fighter finally came into view looking like a plump honey bee surrounded by worker drones.

Chills went up and down Yani's arms because of the anticipation of seeing him. By the time the Talon Fighter streaked past the palace headed to the Talon port, she could barely contain herself. She spread her arms out on the deck's thick marble guardrail to help keep her wobbly legs from buckling underneath her in defeat and running down to greet him in the lobby. That was not becoming of a queen. The king was supposed to come for her.

Each breath and each heartbeat became a ticking metronome of time measurement. The only thing that existed in the world at that moment was the sound of his feet moving up... and up... and up all the stairs of his private chamber. Yani kept her body faced toward the night as the heavy footfall sounds carried him closer. The ancient creak of the bedroom door opening almost made her burst into fiery orange embers.

A powerful hand gripped her chin from behind and turned her head sideways. N'Jadaka's lips smothered hers as his huge hot body pressed into her back. Another hand snaked around her waist and held her in place. His tongue swirled in her mouth, his breath warm and tasting of spiced rum and honey. A big hard dick wedged into the crack of her ass cheeks, the heat of it making her skin sweat. Yani gave him ferocious kisses back into his mouth and their lips couldn't stop searching for comfort within one another. They groaned together when he dropped a hand to palm her vulva, feeling the exquisite jewels on her folds.

"Dripping baby…," he groaned into her mouth, spreading her sticky wetness all over her outer lips.

She started dripping wet the moment she spotted his Talon Fighter.

The king dropped to his knees and spread her ass so he could smother the back of her pussy with his lush mouth. Lip-smacking goodness is all Yani heard as he ate a queen properly. She tilted her hips and tooted her ass out further and nearly suffocated him with so much ass and tasty pussy. His loud moans of pleasure broke the silence of the deck.

"…oh shit…oh this pussy is so good, Yani…shit… give Daddy all his pussy…dassit…that's a good girl, that's Daddy's good girl…"

Tears blurred her eyes as he rolled his big tongue across her folds increasing the sensations of her piercings working their pussy magic on her nerve endings.

"You ready to cum for Daddy?" he groaned into her folds.

"Yes!" she shouted.

Her clit thumped against his tongue and lips and the gentle tugging his teeth made on her clit hoop piercing had her gasping and clawing at the marble guardrail, unable to control her pleading for release.

"IwahncumIwahncum…" became her mantra and N'Jadaka laughed into her folds before standing upright.

She whined with disappointment at being denied relief from his pleasuring, but that ended abruptly when he slid that thick dick inside of her, and her tight walls throbbed all over it in anticipation.

"Damn, girl, damn!" he shouted.

Rooted deep inside her, he wasted not one ounce of friction to pluck more groans and begging from her. Her ass cheeks clapped for him and her pussy squelched and trembled from the pressure of being stretched to capacity. His balls slapped and rubbed against her clit while he gripped her hips and moved.

"Feel how hard you got this dick?" he panted.

All Yani could do was shake her head, all the breath fucked out of her.

"Throw it back!"

He smacked her ass twice and she obeyed, slamming back into him, his big dick demanding to reintroduce the hierarchy of needs in their relationship whenever he was away for a long time. Daddy got his first in those situations. At least that's what they pretended with the charade of power in their bedroom.

"I wanna feel it, baby!" N'Jadaka demanded.

She let go.

The build-up, the unbearable tension, the delectable friction, the longing, the weeks of pining for Daddy Dick…

Yani came in hard pulses that squeezed all that big meat and that nigga gagged on the feeling of superb pussy milking cum out of his balls. He exploded with a harsh gasping shriek that made Yani throb even harder with her lush orgasm that flushed her entire body with raging heat.

"Yani…Yani…shiitttttt…Yaniiiii…"

The king was down bad shooting his hot load into creamy pussy heaven. She felt him pull back from crushing her back so he could watch his dick pump cum deep into her womb.

"Keep squeezing that dick…oh with them pretty pussy lips… ooh fuck me bitch!"

Her pussy kept tugging on his dick until he pulled out and slapped her ass hard.

"Go get on the bed!" he commanded.

Yani steadied herself and moved away from the guardrail. She knew his eyes were glued to her big ass jiggling as she walked, shaking his waist beads. Her steps were on the balls of her feet in the way that she was taught to walk by Umama and Ramonda. The sway of her hips hypnotized him. She glanced over her shoulder.

"I only have permission to stay here for tonight on the second floor, I'm not supposed to be in the king's bed yet… not while you're here," she said all breathy and coy.

His eyes were still on her ass, and his hand was on his still erect dick, stroking it just under the wide head. Cum still spilled out of it onto the floor.

"I don't give a fuck!"

Yani laughed and walked even slower into the bedroom.

She unfastened the teddy and dropped it on the floor. N'Jadaka stopped her from walking further, rubbing the head of his dick on her ass. He gripped the back of her neck when she took a step forward and forced her to stay put.

"Stay still."

His rugged voice sounded raw and needy. Just the way she liked it. Jiggling her ass, she made her cheeks jump with a slow lazy rhythm and his breath hitched. He shook off all of his royal clothing.

"Fuck…I missed this big ass so much-"

The words barely came out and he was already ejaculating all over her fatty, ribbons of thick cum streaking white lines all over her oiled-up curves. Yani turned and rested her backside on the edge of the bed.

"I guess we can't get in trouble if I just sit here….hmmm my king?" she purred.

That was a dangerous thing to say to him. His eyes were already glazed over with lust for her. She lifted her legs up high and pulled her pussy lips open so he could see her piercings. The groan he let out made her pussy twitch. His fingers played in her folds tugging on each jewel and dragging her toward release again.

"It's beautiful Yani…so beautiful… you're so perfect… so fucking perfect."

He fell to his knees and ate her out again, taking his time to indulge in pussy play with his tongue and fingers. When he smacked her vulva a few times, she knew he was ready for more fucking, and this time, he was going for his satisfaction first no matter what. His gaze was lost in delirious desire and the need to quench the thirst of being away from her. She played with her nipples for him, hissing in pleasure when he inserted the head of his dick and watched it tug down on her clit.

"Pussy so pretty like this," he said with clenched teeth as he slid in further, her pussy stretching again to accommodate his girth as best it could. They both watch the hoop of her clit piercing line up with his dick piercing and they marveled at the perfect alignment of their bodies. He played with her breasts and nipples, suckled them, and fucked, forcing her eyes to roll back and shut tight at the love he gave her mixed in with all the unbridled lust they carried for each other.

"Can't hold it, Yani," he yelped, his face contorted and swept up in her tight grip on his dick.

He dug in deep and she held onto him, crying, so happy that he was home and with her. N'Jadaka wiped her tears away, kissing her eyelids, and murmuring how much he loved her as he pumped deep strokes. Would every homecoming for him always be like this? She prayed it would be so. Her face stayed on fire even though her body was drenched with sweat and kisses from his lips all over. He watched her titties bounce as he fingered her clit, satisfied with the way he took care of her pussy. Varying his rhythm to keep her satisfied, his eyes soon locked onto hers as his lips bunched into a pout making his face look mean and oh, so hot to her.

She knew what he was thinking.

Yani held her feet above his head and he hunched over her body letting sweat rain down on her.

"We're not supposed to be doing this," she whispered in his ear above the raw grunts falling out of his mouth.

He pumped his dick in her a little faster.

"The elder chaperones said we can't fuck until we get married, my king. I'm not supposed to be in your bed—"

"Fuck," he gasped.

"I should go back to the second floor in case they come checking up on us—"

He slammed her arms above her head and held them down tight, fucking her harder.

"We can't do this…" she pleaded.

A fluttering in the back of her pussy cued her to an oncoming orgasm. But Yani needed him to get her there in a way that would make her feel it in the roots of her hair. That meant giving him what he wanted, even if they were just playing at it.

"Fuck me… keep fucking me all night," he huffed.

"I can't," she said.

She squirmed in his grip, her arms jammed down into the mattress by his powerful grip.

"You gon' fuck this dick like I said."

His tone was rough, the growl deep in his throat made her toes spasm.

"But you might do something that will get us in trouble," she warned.

The pleading in her voice sounded so real that N'Jadaka pulled back just a touch to look at her face.

"We're not using protection," she whispered.

Oh, that was it. That was so it.

N'Jadaka threw back his head and his dick swelled, the thickness engorging everything inside of her. Yani started cumming before the king roared and spilled into her. His body jerked above her and he slammed his hips against her, making sure his dick was planted in her so he could paint her walls with more hot semen.

They gulped and gasped together like fish out of water for a long time before he finally raised off of her.

"You don't play fair at all," he said.

Yani smirked and stroked his moist chest. His skin was shiny with so much sweat. She tried to move back onto the middle of the bed to give them room, but N'Jadaka held her tight against him.

"Yani, I want to get you pregnant again."

He was finally telling her outside of the act. She sat up and leaned in toward him.

"I know."

"And I know you're not ready, not yet. But every time we make love, that's all I think about. Maybe it's all the stress I'm under or all the crazy shit that's happening… like this Tunisia bullshit…I just…I feel like I'm going to miss out on the experience."

His hushed tone scared her. He stroked the side of her head.

"I don't want you worrying that something is going to happen to me. Nakia's pregnancy has made me a little jealous… that's all. I want more kids with you. I want to watch your belly grow. I want to make love with my baby inside of you again when I know it this time. I want to see you give birth and help you bring that life out again. I mean… fuck… thinking about getting you pregnant just turns a nigga on, no lie baby. Most dudes run away from that shit, but I'm running to it. I love being a father. I love waking up every morning knowing there are children waiting to see my face. Every time I look at you I wonder what you will bring me next."

Yani kissed him and he cradled the back of her head.

"When you are ready, tell me and I will do the deed," he said.

He shared more kisses with her, their tongues touching and telling quiet secrets of their future. Yani slid to her knees and wrapped her lips around his dick, deep-throating him for a long time, thanking him for giving her the space to decide when. Until then, she would fuck every which way she could, letting him know that she was his forever.

N'Jadaka came in her mouth with a soft grunt and she swallowed, happy that she had pleased him on his return. Udaku dick was dangerous. He could really go all night with the heart-shaped herb running through his veins. But she had no special blood or powers, and her pussy and mouth were tired.

She laid on her side and let the king fuck her in her ass before she fell asleep in his arms, his gruff voice telling her over and over, as her eyelids became drowsy and limp, how much he loved and missed her.

Yani woke up to the sound of her children squealing and laughing like it was Christmas or their birthday. Rolling over on her side, she noticed the left side of the bed was cool and empty. Rubbing her eyes, she wondered if she dreamed of N'Jadaka's return.

No… the royal clothing he shed on the floor and her white sheer teddy was still there waiting for housekeeping to pick up. The king's booming voice in the next room that held his private sitting room chatted with Sydette and Riki. After a few minutes, it became quiet and N'Jadaka came back into the bedroom alone.

"The kids are heading down to help set up breakfast with staff for us. You can relax for another half hour if you want."

"They sounded so happy to see you."

"Yeah, they were. No one told them what happened, huh?"

Yani shook her head.

"I only want them to think you came home early because you wanted to surprise them."

He rubbed her stomach, feeling the waist beads resting on her hip.

"Damn, why you gotta be so fine waking up in the morning?" he said.

Yani grinned and pulled him down next to her. He teased her clit with inquisitive fingers.

"These piercings are everything, Yani. Shit is amazing to look at. Fucking art."

He dipped his fingers into her pussy gently, turning her on. Once she started panting, he took off his robe and pajama bottoms and pushed her thighs open, sliding his girth back into her. He fucked her slowly, taking his time with morning loving. His eyes darted all over her body, taking in her appearance.

"Big… hard… dick…" she gasped.

"That's your dick… you like me stretching you out?"

She whipped her head back and forth on his pillow, grateful that their only discourse had been fucking and not talking about the attempt on his life. He seemed happy not to have that discussion, his focus only on pleasing her and his need for intimate contact. She stroked the nape of his neck and rubbed her hands all over his wide chest as he gave her deep dick.

"I love you," he moaned in her ear, his hips snapping forward to push a hard nut out as quietly as he could.

Yani missed that kind of sex, too. The trying-to-be-quiet-slow-screwing because the kids and household help were around. Their dirty talk was kept only three inches away from their mouths facing each other and the intensity had him pulling out and beating his dick against her folds until a stream of cum soaked her vulva and the covers while she played with her clit. Yani brought herself to orgasm watching his dick pulse in his hand. He played with his jizz by tapping his dick against her folds, liking how it covered her piercings

Yani's kimoyo lit up.

"Nah, cancel any work or queen consort training," he mumbled, stroking his hard dick and eyeing her plump mouth for dick-sucking.

Nakia's avatar popped up. Code red.

"Oh my goodness!" Yani shouted.

She jumped off the bed and headed for the bathroom shower, throwing her kimoyo beads over her wrist.

"Yani…hold up—"

Yani ducked her head back out to the annoyed king who had his fat dick upright for her to hop on.

"Nakia is in labor!" Yani shouted.

"Oh, snap!"

N'Jadaka ran out of the bedroom to go to his dressing room to prepare for a new royal birth. Yani burst out laughing at the comical way he left her, then concentrated on talking to Nakia as she practiced her breathing to push out little Toussaint.

Chapter 72 HERE.

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