#someone mentioned the queen in the tags of the last post and it was too good of a suggestion not to do

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Onesie Party

SUMMARY: Ace and Deuce, with a hint from Cater and financially support from Kalim, gave you a costume made Grim onesie. And decided to throw a surprise (to only you) onesie party at Ramshackle Dorm and invite all the students you knew. Onesies were the mandatory dress code!

CHARACTERS: All NRC Students. (Leona is mentioned because, let’s face it, he would only wear a onesie if he was forced to)

TAGS: Fluf; GN Reader.

WORD COUNT: 3.780

COMMENTS: I'm new at posting here on tumblr. This is the first thing I write as a fan of something. I already read other things like this here and I enjoyed them. One night I was wearing my own onesie and got this idea. I also like to write so, why not?

I hope you enjoy reading. I did enjoy writing it.

BTW: English isn't my first language.

You were on Ramshackle Dorm. It was already late night, and you were getting ready to go to bed when you decided to make one last check at your Magicam.

You had a massage from Cater. He sent to you a post. It was a photo of someone wearing a black cat onesie with red fire in its ears.

Cater: It reminded me of Gri-Chan

Cater: they're making custom onesie!!

Cater: a Grim onesie would be so adorbs!!!!!

Cater: and you'd look so cuuute on one ;)

That made you giggle. You checked the post just to confirm what you´ve already thought.

You: They’re sooo CUTE!!!

You: I would love to have a Grim onesie but…

You: they’re so expensive :(

You: That and Grim would probably tease me about it and his ego would inflate even more -.-

Cater: hahahahaha He would do that because he would love to see you in that too XD

Cater: but yah... it's a shame it's so expensive :(

Cater: Ow... I need to go... Don't want to lose my head to be up past hours

Cater: nighty night~

You: good night ~

Little did you know Cater would tell your two dummy best friends about the onesie thing.

It was a chilly night, some days after that chat, and the sun was just a few seconds of set, when you heard a knock on the front door.

Grim smelled the air. “I smell FOOD!” he said, rushing to the door.

You hear Ace and Deuce's voices. And then you see them appear in the lounge where you were sitting on the sofa. If you were drinking something, you would have spit it out or choked on your laughter.

Besides having some bags with snacks, they were also wearing onesies. Ace had an ace of hearts onesie and Deuce had a two of spades onesie. They say that line of onesies were made based on the Queen of Hearts card soldier.

Ace was loud when he greeted you. Deuce was probably still embarrassed about the situation.

“You look so adorbs!” You said, purposely imitating Cater, and laughing. That made Deuce blush a little.

“HA ha ha. I know right?” Ace said, “But don’t think can escape from join us.”

“I would love to, but unfortunately for you, I don't have a onesie.”

“Are you sure?” Ace took out one of the things Deuce carried in one of the bags.

“OI!” Deuce protested. And Ace threw you a paper bag. Like a package that arrived in the mail. When you picked it up, you realized that by the softness, inside the bag there should be some kind of clothing.

You opened the bag while they took the snacks out of the bags and placed them on the table. And unfurling a gray onesie with a trifurcated tail, blue fire coming out of the cat ears and a black and white striped bow around the neck, which the zipper handle being a pendant.

“Don't just stand there looking at it. Go dress it before the party starts!”

“Party?! What party?!”

Ace had a mischievous smirk on his face.

“Sorry, (Y/N).” Deuce said, “I wanted to tell you, but they wanted it to be a surprise.”

“They? You mean there more people than you two who are involved in this?”

“Of course.” Ace said, “That thing was expensive. Who do you think we tricked to… I mean, who do you think offered to pay for the whole thing when he knew about it?”

You looked at him with a raised eyebrow. And someone else nocked at the door. Either it was a huge coincidence or a great timing. You put the onesie on the sofa and went to open the door.

Kalim’s greeting was as warm as always. He was wearing a red parrot onesie. He had his signature smile, until he saw your clothes.

“Oh, did we come too soon? Ace and Deuce haven’t arrived yet? I hope I didn't ruin the surprise.”

“Oh no. They are here. I just haven't put on my onesie yet.”

He sighed with relief “I got scared for a second. Then go try it one! I can’t wait to see how it looks on you!”

You smiled “Ok, I’ll go. After you enter.”

Kalim wasn't carrying anything, but the person who came in after him and greeted you had about three boxes stacked in his arms. You controlled your laughter because you knew he wouldn't like that. But Jamil looked so cute in his dark red snake onesie. You felt the need to say something.

“Don't be mad at me, but you look kinda cute on that.”

“D-don’t worry. I’m not mad” and he quickly balanced the boxes on one arm to pull the hood up to cover his blushing face with the other. “Thanks.” He whispered. That just made it worse. He was now even cuter.

You went to one of the empty rooms to change to your new onesie. When you returned to the lounge all the boys ware looking at you the same way, but Kalim was the one saying what probably all of them were thinking.

“Aw! You look so cute (Y/N)!”

“Myahaha. Looks like we find the perfect uniform for my hench-human.”

And before you could say something back, another knocks the door. You were so excited about seeing another NRC student in a cute onesie than you almost rush to the door.

OMG. Now it was Trey and Cater on a three of clubs and four of diamonds onesies. They'll tell you that the four card soldier onesies pack was on discount, so they took it. And of course, Trey brought one of his cakes. Like Deuce, Trey was a little embarrassed. But Cater...

“OGS, you look cuter that I thought! I need a pic of us (Y/N)!”

(OGS = Oh Great Seven)

They entered and after them… surprise of surprises:

“Riddle?!” It was already too late to try to sound less cooked. And he was wearing a red hedgehog onesie. “I-I didn’t thought… um…”

“Think, (Y/N), I didn't think.” He corrected you. maybe because he would anyways, or maybe to try to soften the soft blush that was already starting to form. “Well, since you always go to our unbirthday parties when invited, and sometimes even help preparing them, I thought the minimum I could do to show my appreciation was to attend to one of your parties.”

After he entered, something on the back of the onesie caught your eye. You weren't looking at that, swear! But that little round tail was so cute.

A few minutes later, new knockings on the door.

“Kalim?” You asked, “How many people did you invite?”

“Well, to be honest, I was thinking about inviting all the students at school. But Jamil said that you could not like that especially because it was a surprise party, so he suggested only invited the people you know.”

You smiled at Jamil as saying thank you.

“So I only invited… um, let me see… Jamil, Riddle, Trey, Cater, Leona, Ruggie, Jack, Azul, Jade, Floyd, Vil, Rook, Epel…”

Another knock interrupted Kalim’s list. Whoever it was from that list, it was better to open the door and fast.

Ruggie was wearing a hyena onesie. You were as happy to see him as he was to see you but... “Isn’t it a little bit… weird for you?” You asked.

“Hey! I'm a very loyal guy to my roots. Shehe.”

“That and Leona-senpai said it was either that or a lion onesie.” Jack said. He will revel to you that Leona was the one paying for Ruggie's onesie. and he wanted to buy the lion one for Ruggie, just to mess with him, but eventually Ruggie convinced him to buy the hyena one. Jack himself was wearing a dark blue onesie with little stars and little moons that glowed in the dark, what made you look confused and with a lot of questions at him.

Jack blushed. “L-listen, it's a long story. It was the only thing I had. I bought this a couple of years ago because of my little sister. I can explain it later...”

You didn’t saw anyone else with them. “Oh, what a shame Leona couldn’t come.” You say to Ruggie with a smirk on your face. Despite you really wanting to see him in a cute onesie, you know he wouldn’t do such thing.

And speaking of him, if you’re questioning why Leona would buy Ruggie a onesie just for that party. They made a deal. And Ruggie’s part of the deal was sneakily snap some pictures of your pretty figure on that cute onesie for Leona. And maybe he would save some copies to himself too.

Them entered and you saw that Ruggie’s onesie covered his entire back. So, his little tail was inside. Unlike Jack's tail, which poked out of his onesie and struggled not to wag like a happy dog’s one.

After the two of them entered the lounge, Ace started messing with Jack, and Ruggie started messing with Riddle because of they’re onesies. Nothing to make neither of them too mad, but it made you star worrying about other possible gests.

Not long after, you open the door again.

“Awww... why an azarashi-chan onesie? You should have got a Shrimp one.” Floyd whined. “Ne Jade?”

“He Floyd.” His Twin agreed “Oh, but you still look adorable on that direbeast onesie.”  After Ruggie, it was no surprise seeing them on eels onesies. The funniest thing about their onesies was the feet getting out of the onesie while the tail continued a little further back.

But honestly, even more funny was Azul in front of them. Was he using an octopus onesie? Unfortunately for you, no. He was wearing a… business onesies! A onesie that looked like a suit. How did he even find one of those? You could have asked if you didn't just start laughing.

Azul looked a little upset about your laugh.

“I told you that one was stupid.” Floyd said. “You should have got a cute one.”

“I didn’t want a cute one.” Azul said back to Floyd, and then asked you: “Is there something wrong about the onesie I chose?”

“No, no.” You assured him, still giggling a little. “There’s nothing wrong with it. It’s just that I never saw a onesie liked that. I didn’t even know those existed.”

“I would rather see Azul on an octopus onesie myself as well.” Jade said with his signature smile that only the people who knew him knew it was a mocking smile.

“Absolutely not!” Azul reiterated. And as if trying to change the subject of the conversation. “Though, (Y/N), despite the preferences of my colleagues, I may say that you look wonderful in those clothes.” Oh, he tried to control the blush, but little did he know it was stronger than his wishes.

The Tweels smiled mischievously but didn’t say anything about it. Looking at them and thinking about the people that were already on the lounge, you realised something. You opened your arms in a signal for them not to enter yet.

“Wait, just… Can I please ask you something?” you opened your arms in a signal for them not to enter yet. But you quickly remember when you saw their, let's say, villainous smiles. You wanted a favor from the Fish Mafia, hum?

“Of course, prefect.” Azul said with his charming smile. “Anything you wish. You already should know that.”

There was only one thing you could use to your advantage when dealing with those three. And especially in this situation. They soften when their poor unfortunate souls are cute.

“Can you please not anger anyone? You know, teasing them about the onesies? I wanted everyone to enjoy the party.” You asked with only the necessary amount of puppy eyes.

“Anger anyone?” Floyd repeated, then smiled. “Is kingyo-chan here?”

Time to increase the puppy eyes, directed at both at Floyd and Azul. And while Azul was thinking you thought of a possible offer to Floyd. “I'll buy a shrimp onesie!”

Floyd’s smile softened and warmed. “Really~? And would you visit me with it dressed at Octavinelle whenever I ask you~?”

“Not whenever you ask.” You stood.

“And what if we set a maximum limit?” Jade said, as if that deal was of his interest as well. “Once a week maximum?”

“Once a month.”

“Twice a month” Floyd pouted.

“Fine. Twice a month maximum.”

“Okay~! What do you think Azul?”

“Um… Allow me to be the one selling the onesie to you, and we have a deal.”

You signed. “Fine.”

“It’s a deal then, my dear (Y/N). It’s always a pleasure to do them with you.”

If it makes you feel better, remember that you just made a dela with them while everyone wearing onesies. And little did Azul know he would be teased for his choice of onesie as well. At least Jamil had that to counterattack.

Next knocks on the door.

“Beauté! Oh, Trickster, your onesie is magnifique! Such clothing specially designed based on a close friend! What a wonderful show of beautiful bonds.” And Rook did it again, made you blush with his flourish. “Ah~” he whispered at you with a smile. “And of course, you could get even more beautiful.” He was wearing a light purple bear onesie.

“Rook, don’t spoil (Y/N) already with your complements.” Vil said. He was wearing a peacock onesie. He looked at you and smiled. “But I agree, it is a pretty cosy sight to behold. I even dare say you may look better than Grim himself.”

You smiled, still blushing. “Don’t say that in front of him.”

They entered and finally you see your fellow Pomefiore freshman. Epel was wearing a purple onesie with white lines with little drawings (like a Christmas onesie, but purple instead of red). But the biggest surprise was seeing him with his excited smile. You would think he from all people wouldn't like a party like this. I mean, it's kind of hard looking anything other than cute on a onesie. But he seems looking forward to the party.

“Ah! I love your onesie.” You tell him.

“Thanks! My grandma did it for me some time ago. I never had the opportunity to use it with other people wearing their own onesies too!”

“I also told him that he wouldn't need to worry about being the only one being called cute on this party.” Vil said.

“Oh! I'm eager to see what our dear schoolmates chose to wear on this night.”

“Um, Rook?” You ask before he continued followed the other two to the lounge.

“Oui?”

“I’m curious. Epel is wearing a onesie that his grandmother made. Vil is wearing, well, the animal that I most associated with him.” You giggle. “But I was wondering why you’ve chose a bear?”

He smiled at you. “I’m glad I picked your curiosity.” Rook had his, let’s say, hunter smile on his face. “Well, since you’re the host, I may tell you. You see, I always found fascinating by how a huge beast like a bear could turn into a soft and cute toy for children. Both an efficient predator and a fluffy friend. I thought it was a good fit for both the party and me. Wouldn't you agree, trickster?”

“Indeed.” you smiled, slightly worried.

Some minutes later, more knock on the door.

“HIII, prefect!” And you thought Ortho couldn't look cuter. He was wearing a magenta onesie with little horns, and with the ways he was moving you were able to glance a pointy tail behind him as well. He even changed his flames hair colour to match the onesie. “Wow! The Grim-san onesie is so cool! It looks so good on you.”

"Thank you. Your onesie is so cool too."

“Ha ha, thank you. They are from characters we really like. We thought it would be cool to matching clothes for this kind of party.”

“We? Matching?”

“And I’m already regretting that.” You heard a familiar deep voice saying somewhere outside.

“Ni-san! Come on, you said you wanted to show everyone how superior our onesies are.” Then he imitated Idia's voice. “There's no way those guys have better onesies than this. I personally upgraded mine from their standard self to accommodate my shut-in needs.”

“Fine, fine… you don't need to info-dump everything in one line of dialog.”

Instead of waiting for Idia to came out of his hiding place, you snick out your head to find him crouching to the wall close to the door.

“Heep! N-no need to jump-scare me.” He was wearing a onesie similar to Ortho’s, but his was teal, and the horns were longer than Ortho's. He was using the hoodie to hide his face, despite the long blue flames of hair that lit him. You could also see the pointy tail lying on the ground.

“Sorry.” Your eyes widened. “Your onesies are so cool! And the fact they’re matching is so adorable.”

Idia looked up at you, saw your cat ears with flames that match his own hair, and the ends of that same hair began to turn pink.

“(Y/N), could you help me convince my brother to enter the party. Please.” The please wasn't needed, he was asking you with his cute little brother's voice, and you existed heart couldn’t say no to that. That and you also wanted Idia in the party.

“Um… If I tell you some of the onesies others are wearing, would you feel more comfortable?”

“That could be considered a spoiler but… yah… If the game offers you some hint about the element of your opponent’s attacks, you’re a noob for not taking advantage of that.” And with it he at least got up. Making you be the one looking up.

“Let me see… Ace, Deuce, Trey and Cater are matching to. They’re card soldiers.”

“Um… I think I saw the pack online…”

“Riddle is a red hedgehog.”

“WHA-? Riddle-shi is here?! And on a hedgehog onesie?!”

“Right? I was as chocked as you.”

“Well, from the small sample my theory still holds.” Idia whispered with a smug smile.

“So, will you enter with me Ni-san?”

“Y-yes. I-I can go with you.”

Ortho happily thanked you and tugged his big brother by his onesie sleeve. After they entered you could see in both onesies a little pair of demon wings.

You were still waiting for someone else. But it seemed to be taking longer than the others.

“Kalim. Please tell me that you didn’t forget to invite de guys from Diasomnia.”

“I could swear I invited everyone… AH! That's what I forgot to tell Lilia in music club meeting!”

“What?! You didn’t invite them?!”

“Don’t warry, (Y/N).” Jamil said to you. “I made sure to go to the music club room after their meeting was over and I came across Lilia on the corridor. I can assure you that I informed him of the party.”

You could hug and kiss this boy right there and then and it shown on your eyes. “Oh Jamil, you’re the best!” he said it was nothing as he hid his face in his onesie's hoodie.

Despite that, you were only relieved when you finally heard another knock on the door. You open it with an expectant smile on your face and...

Nobody?

“Goodnight, (Y/N).”

“Aaaahh! Lilia!” you scold.

Lilia just did one of his popped out of nowhere upside-down things. This time appearing on the top of your door trim.

“Fuhuhu. Forgive me, but I couldn’t resist.” He said as he turned to land his feet on the floor. He was wearing a black dragon onesie, with fluffy horns and tail and a purple belly.

You looked at him, he looked at you.

“You look so cute!” you both said to each other at the same time. And while you were laugh it off, three tallest figures appeared behind Lilia.

They were all wearing the same black dragon onesies. The only exception was that Malleus' onesie didn't have the fluffy horns. Instead, there were holes on the hoodie specially made for his real horns take the place of the fake ones. He had his charming, delighted smile on. The smile he always has when he's invited for something.

“Indeed, that is certainly a flattering attire. Especially on you, Child of Man.”

“Thank you.” You smiled and blush. “Come on in! I want to see your onesies better.”

“HA!” Sebek yelled. “A human capable of understand the grandiosity of waka-sama to be willing to admire his figure in such admirable garment.” He was probably calling the onesie admirable because it was design based on the dragon form of the Thorn Fairy.

This also made a sleeping Silver standing next to Malleus wake up. He sighed. “I knew this onesie was too comfortable.” He was the last one entering the hall.

It was funny seeing Sebek so proud for using a dragon’s onesie alongside his Waka-sama. Seeing sleepy Silver on that onesie was one of the cutest sights of the night. But you also felt sorry for him because he was struggling more than usual to stay awake.

And Malleus, the warm way he was looking at you on your Grim onesie plus how cute he was on his, you suddenly felt like hugging him. He would probably like it. Sebek wouldn't.

You told them they could join the others on the lounge, and they started walking there. But you saw Malleus staying behind with you, and with a little help from Lilia, the other two didn't realise it. The moment they walked in the lounge you heard Sebek starting an argument with Ace about their onesies.

“Is something wrong, Tsunotarou?”

“Do you remember me giving you permission to touch my horns?”

“Yes.” And you already did it once or twice.

“I know they are part of your suit, but would you allow me to touch your ears?”

It took you a moment to finally answer with a wanna-be smug smile. “You can touch them, if you're willing to suffer the consequences for the audacity.” And you even dared to try to strike one of Malleus' powerful poses.

“Ha ha ha ha.” You successfully made him give you one of his genuine laughs. “Fine then. I have never been one to cowered over anything.” He got closer to you, reached out his hands and started petting your cat ears.

And while he was entertained by that, you hugged him. He widened his eyes looking down at you on his chest.

“The consequences.” You told him. What made him giggled and return the hug.

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MESS IT UP | TOM BLYTH

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MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (23-24 SZN PART 19)

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notes: this is late and short and i apologize for that! i’ve had such a busy few days

y/ndevils00

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y/ndevils00 WE WON!! WE ACTUALLY WON!!

i mean… yeah, it’s cool, we won.

with the return of my absolute favorite captain (sorry Quinnifer), the devilish whores won 7-2 against the swords!

we kicked off the scoring just a minute and a half into the first with a goal from Holtzy, and almost 10 minutes later, got a goal from uncle Toffee to give us a 2-0 lead!

but that’s not all! just 4 minutes later, captain slut got his first goal back!! GO NICOLAS!!! and in true boyfriends fashion, he acquired his first goal back the same way that Jacky did; on his first game back, in the first period of the game, with a goal that had to be confirmed by officials that it was a good goal! how utterly boyfriends of them! they definitely planned that!

and to end first period, we got yet another EVEN strength goal (no power play goals yet here!) from Pally Pocket!! giving us a FOUR goal lead on those bitches from buffalo!

in second period we got yet another goal from Tyler the creator, just 2 minutes in! bringing the score to 5-1! thank you, queen! and then the rest of that period was boring af

BUT THIRD PERIOD! OH I LOVED THIRD PERIOD! we opened that period and made it our bitch with a goal from MY best friend in the whole big wide world, Dawg-son Mercer!! EVERYBODY CHEER! WOOOOO!!! (with an assist from my lovely pain in the ass, babygirl!)

AND LASTLY, WITH OUR ONE AND ONLY POWER PLAY GOAL, WE HAVE MY (hopefully) FUTURE LITTLE BROTHER, LUKEY ‘SMUSH’ HUGHES!!! LET’S GO, BABY HUGHES!! SHOW ‘EM WHAT YOU’RE MADE OF!!

i’ll see you guys on tuesday after we play the long island iced teas!

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john.marino97 i don’t even get my own pic tonight?

y/ndevils00 i only have so many spots Jonathan! what am i supposed to do, you didn’t score a goal! do you want me to just take someone’s pic away to fit you in?!

john.marino97 1. not my name. 2. yes

y/ndevils00 NO! stop being greedy— jesus you’re like a stray cat, i feed you love once and you never leave me alone again

john.marino97 one could argue that you’re actually the stray cat

y/ndevils00 am i the one begging for your love right now? no!

john.marino97 i could post a photo of what you’re doing right now and it would suggest otherwise…

user29 what’s she doing right now?!

lhughes_06 @/user29 john is giving her a piggyback ride throughout the empty arena because she wouldn’t leave him alone

jackhughes how tf did you get the last picture from the press box?

y/ndevils00 ✨zoom✨

jackhughes well i need you to ✨zoom✨ out and stop camera stalking me while i’m on the bench. WATCH THE GAME.

y/ndevils00 don’t tell me what to do?

jackhughes you’re right, i’m sorry for telling you to do your job

y/ndevils00 you should be. thank you!

nicohischier you called me anything but my name

y/ndevils00 obviously? do you not see my gag here Nicole?

nicohischier i see it, i hate it, i ask you to do better

y/ndevils00 HEY DON’T TAKE MY LINE!

nicohischier too late. took it. made it my own.

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes PUT YOUR BITCH ON A LEASH

jackhughes but you’re my bitch?

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes take that back right now

jackhughes or what?

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes or i’ll tell Sid?

jackhughes consider it unsaid 🫡

user01 NICO AND LUKE GOALS AND WE WON

user63 “bitches from buffalo” is how i’ll be referring to them now tysm

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y/ndevils00 you’re part of the team, are you not? you’re briefly photographed and mentioned just shut up and say thank you

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holtz_10 thank you?

y/ndevils00 you’re welcome, swedish meatball!

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y/ndevils00 TAKE NOTES PEOPLE! THIS IS WHAT YOU DO!

dawson1417 you’ve been here for like 2 months and you already make the rest of us look bad, Toff

y/ndevils00 @/dawson1417 you could NEVER look bad to me, honey bun! the others, however, could use some work

lhughes_06 i’ll be your future brother if i have any say in it

jackhughes but you DON’T have any say in it?

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes that’s what YOU think

jackhughes i- what does that even mean?

lhughes_06 @/jackhughes wouldn’t you like to know

jackhughes i’m pretty sure YOU don’t even know

lhughes_06 @/jackhughes you can’t prove that (i don’t)

dawson1417 CHEERING!! WOOOO!!! YAY ME!!

y/ndevils00 alright london tipton, let’s tone it down a little before somebody thinks you’re conceited

dawson1417 you’re right, sorry, GO TEAM!

y/ndevils00 there we go!! (we can cheer for just you off insta! nobody else matters!)

dawson1417 can we go out for drinks to celebrate me?

y/ndevils00 are you buying?

dawson1417 sure?

y/ndevils00 then ABSOLUTELY!!

user87 so are we just gonna breeze past “Pally pocket” … like polly pocket?

y/ndevils00 i liked to chew on the clothes <3

jackhughes i’m concerned for your well being

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes you keep me sane 🥰

jackhughes well it’s a lot of work and i don’t think i’m doing a very good job

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TORMENTED TRAGEDY, benedict bridgerton

summary: in which ruth archibald participated in her first social season in two years, re-introduced to high society after a years long retreat to a rest home after having had a horrid break down during her first season. she expects the whispers and sideways glances, the purely evident lack of suitors (what man wants a crazy wife?), however she doesn’t expect to find companionship in that of Benedict Bridgerton, and least if all the affect she so unknowingly craved.

warnings: brief mentions of abuse & attempted suicide. depression is going to be a heavy theme throughout the series so if you're uncomfortable, please do not read any further. cold and uncaring maternal figure, crazy twin brother who helps his sister be happy by sneaking off with her favorite bridgerton brother, loving father figure, its brigerton so ofc she's gonna be featured in whistledown and most likely bullied by the ton...eventual smut

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i. seasons greetings

The sun rose over the blackened iron gates of the Archibald family’s city home, a grand structure (much too large for their family of five) situated on it’s own city block merely four streets over from the royal palace, and with it, Ruth Archibald woke to the sights of here own bedroom for the first time in two years.

The walls were still the peachy pink color of her girlhood, her room still decorated with that of the last things she’d touched, a book on the table next to her bed, her hairbrush and jewelry and in the corner, that god forsaken baby blue dress..She stared at the ceiling, unmoving from her bed despite the early morning light filtering in from behind the drapes. She felt like a stranger to herself in these four walls..Ruth had left a crumbling mess of a distraught girl, and had come home an entirely different person. 

Two years in a glorified mental facility could do that to a person, though deep down, she had always quite felt like this, like she was just going through the motions and painting a bright smile on her face while doing what was expected of her, and there was always so much expected of her. 

The Marquess and Marchioness were of one of the highest rankings, The Marquess, Lord Archibald serving as advisor to King George and Queen Charlotte. His children were expected to be intelligent and beautiful, sociable. They were expected to be prim and proper, to be knowledgeable in politics as well as being proper hostesses, fine horsemen and cordially impeccable. They were expected to be the most popular of the Ton’s high society, the most desirable for courtships and the perfect marriage for even someone as high ranking as a prince. 

All of which, Ruth had been. Perfectly perfect in every aspect..though it seemed never perfect enough for her mother. 

Marchioness Archibald was not an easy woman to please, the three of her children had learned that together, growing up competing for the womans cold affections their entire lives. It seemed that Ruth had finally won them two years ago when she had landed herself the fancy of a soon to be Duke, someone she had known her entire life..The boy was handsome, her mother had said, his father worked closely with the king and queen, he had troves of money..they would make a fine match, she had said. 

Ruth couldn’t do it. 

The soon to be Duke was not a kind nor caring man, something that Ruth had known growing up. Her brother had protested (having gone to eton and oxford with the man), her father had seemed angered by the arrangement that had happened behind his back. Ruth had tried to tell him no, but her other had already betrothed them, making the plans with his father,.the family would be receiving an ungodly amount in the form of her dowry. 

Ruth tried. 

She smiled politely, she wore her most flattering dresses, she spoke kindly and intelligently. She did everything she had been taught to, Cecil seemed to have responded well, though he spoke hardly in a cold tone not unlike her mothers. Her mother, though, had seemed quite pleased with her for once and Ruth basked in it, feeling the warm tickles of her conditional love. 

The girl had managed to keep up with it, her upcoming nuptials the talk of the ton. She kept up the smile, the ruse of love drunk bliss, had done all that was expected of her by society, and most importantly, her mother. She thrived under the pressure, until she couldn’t. 

It had happened on the eve of their wedding, the two families had been rehearsing how the next day was supposed to go, where each person would stand at the ceremony, what the couple would say as their vows..

Ruth couldn’t quite meet Cecil’s eyes as she repeated the vows after the priest. Something about the man she was set to marry the next afternoon seemed extra foreboding, his entire body looked rigid, tense, and his voice was cold and empty when he spoke his words. Short and to the point, as if he’d rather be anywhere else in the world. Honestly, Ruth couldn’t blame him, she herself would rather have been anywhere besides there. 

The rehearsal came and went easily enough, and the entire party went back to the Archibald manor, where the grooms family was joining the Archibalds for a friendly, but formal supper. 

Ruth had taken to her room nearly immediately, having politely mingled with her mother and father in law to be for a few minutes before feigning exhaustion and retiring herself upstairs, where se paced tirelessly, attempting to calm her nerves as she thought about the wedding, how in mere hours she would belong no longer to her own self but to a man that she had been afraid of when they were younger. 

It had terrified her how unhappy she already was. 

Ruth knew not how long she paced for, but a soft knock at her door brings her out of her reverie. At her approval the door opens and her lady’s maid Esther appears. 

“Yes, Esther?” Ruth asks, feigning a smile as she looks her young maid in the face. The girl was a shy thing, her face flushing at being put on the spot by her mistress. Ruth envied her something awful. 

“Your betrothed has asked me to come fetch you, Miss..your families are sitting down for supper and noticed your absence.” The girl can’t even meet her eyes, staring down at Ruth’s bare feet poking from under her skirts. “He seemed most irritated, Miss..” 

Ruth sniffs, turning towards her window. “Kindly inform my betrothed and his family that I will not be joining them for supper, I am unwell. I bid them good evening..” She says, voice stiff. “And then please help me prepare for bed..” There was noway she was going to get the stays of her dress or untie her corset without help..her mother had been insisting on her wearing them as tightly as possible the past few weeks. 

Esther rushes out, leaving Ruth alone to her thoughts once more. The girl, resumes her pacing, mind reeling about her impending nuptial. She so desperately did not wish to marry this man, but she saw no way out without facing her mothers wrath or ruining their family reputation, unless her father put his foot down of course..

An idea formulated as she paced, her mind working on what to say to her father that would make him give final say on the matter. The Marquess had always been soft on his daughters, so really, she knew it would be easy. 

A short moment later a sharp knock sounds on her door, thinking it her maid she’s quick to allow entry, not even bothering to glance. “I should like a hot bath prepared, Esther” Ruth says, opening her wardrobe to find herself a nightgown. 

“Well, i’ll be sure to let her know on my way out.” His vold voice sent her body rigid, a chill creeping along her spine. Ruth turns slowly to face him, offering a soft smile. His face was blank, eyes dark and empty. Slowly he walks towards her, as if stalking prey, until he comes to a stop merely inches from her. “Your young maid said you were unwell and had taken to bed, i thought i would do the husbandly thing and coem check on my bride to be..” His lips purse as he stares down at her, his hand raising to caress her cheek. Ruth felt no emotion behind what should have been a loving touch, and instead her nervousness increased. “Though it seems to be unnecessary, you appear quite well.” 

Ruth wondered where Esther was, they weren’t yet married and she knew they still require a chaperone. “My apologies, your grace,” She says, hoping the smile she wore would help her matter. “I am feeling unwell, nervous about tomorrow I suppose..I was hoping to prepare for bed early so I could be well rested.”

Cecil purses his lips, removing his hand from her face. A feeling of relief flow through Ruth, though it is only for a moment as her cheek is met with an open handed blow, skin stinging as her head is flung to the side. The metallic taste of blood hits her tongue as tears fill her eyes, threatening to spill over. 

Ruth looks to the man that she was meant to wed, eyes widened in fear as she presses a delicate hand to her smarting cheek. “I do not tolerate liars, darling. “ His voice is cool, uncaring that he had just struck his bride as if she were a man. “I will tell our families that you are unwell and wsh to not be bothered.” He caresses her cheek once more, almost affectionately this time, before turning on his heel and marching out. 

A sob wracked her body as the door slammed shut, crumpling to the floor in front of her wardrobe. Esther had nearly fainted at the sight of her, but had stood by her mistress through the night as she lay in bed weeping. It wasn’t until the early hours of the morning when Esther had gone to fetch something for the girls aching head that she had done it. Ruth wasn’t entirely sure what possessed her to take the ornate silver letter opener to her arm, but she had done it. Panicked by the sight of her own blood, the girl had collapsed to the ground, a heap of sobs. 

Her mother had shipped her off to the rest home quicker than she could eat breakfast. Hadn’t come to visit her but one time within two years, to tell her with contempt that it was time to come home and marry. That was how she wound up back here, with these memories plaguing her..

A sharp knock at her door moves her mind from the past and into the present as the heavy door swings open, a tuft of graying hair peaking around the edge. 

“Papa?” Ruth asks, sitting up in her bed, worried that something may be wrong. The man sighs and steps into the room, he had not entered it since the morning of the almost tragedy. 

“I just wanted to make sure you were alright, my dear..” The older man speaks, placing a warm and loving hand to his daughters cheek as he takes a seat at the edge of her bed, near her pillows. “I know that your Mama didn’t give you much choice in coming home, I begged her to at least move your room, or for god sake get the damn dress out of here..” His jaw ticked as he stared at the scrap of fabric as if he had wished to burn it on the spot. 

Ruth places a hand on her fathers arm, giving a reassuring squeeze. “I’ll be okay, Papa..” Her voice was soft as she spoke, as was the smile that her fathers face bore. “I’m sorry to make you worry, but I promise, it won’t happen again..” 

A large hand covers her own along with a squeeze as he looks down at the smaller form of his youngest child, eyes watery. “I know my daring, I won’t allow it.” Another squeeze, an unspoken promise to do better. To protect her better. “What have you got there?”

And thus began a quiet morning of reading the novel Sense and Sensibility to her father, a fond memory of him reading to her in her youth crossing her mind. When she finally heads down for breakfast with her family, she notices her Mother and older Sister reading little leaflets, the words ‘Seasons Greetings’ emblazoned across the heading. 

“Mama, when may i see the dress for tonights ball?” She asks, sitting down across from her twin brother, who tosses a melon ball in her direction as she’s being served. She rolls her eyes, returning the warm smile he offers her. She had missed her twin brother something awful. He had been her best friend growing up, always getting up to no good with each other. 

Maybe being home isn’t such a bad thing, she thought. 

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BUFF BABY

☾ Title : BUFF BABY 

☾ REBLOG/FEED BACK IS ALWAYS ENCOURAGE 

☾ Pairing: Changbin x fem!reader

☾ Genre: MINORS DNI , smut, friends/idiots to lovers.

☾ Prompt: College smutty Changbin with glasses and yeah I'm weak ok.  

☾ A/N:  the one is on RACHALOG and bin’s look in it still f’ed me up to this point, lovely mention to @kookthief & @baekhyyun for proofreading my messing mind, and the lovely @uwuheeseungie​ asked me to be tagged but I can’t find it so here we go, don’t forget to give me your feed back guys, and please interact with the reactions/ scenarios I post thanks xox

☾ Word Count: ~4.4K

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College life was hard as a musical engineer, thank God someone decided to send you an adorable looking buff junior named Seo Changbin, a scary looking guy whenever he wasn’t smiling, but with a heart of gold.

The man was always wearing black, but his glasses made him look like a small puppy.

Chan was your best friend in college, and he always attracts younger friends in your group and changbin was one of them.

The first time he told you he needed to meet changbin and jisung at the gym you couldn’t say you were shocked, changbin surely got his huge muscular arms from somewhere. But he always seems so shy and uncomfortable with girls asking him about it.

Changbin was a normal guy, loving music and going to the gym. He wasn’t really here to impress people; he was just doing what he loved and lived for a healthy life in college. He was intimidating but also looking really cute with his black glasses almost like he trademarks the boyfriend look. His backpack always hanging on his left shoulder, huge, oversized hoodies in the autumn and nice fitting shirts in summer, and his curly hair falling on his forehead, Seo Changbin was the cliché of college boyfriend.

Your senior year wasn’t going easy on you, exams on exams. And changbin (even if you never wanted to admit it) was the sunshine in your college life, always bringing you iced americano or one of your favorite pastries. Seo Changbin was probably your caffeine getting you through your college life.

“Noona !!!” Jeongin was running straight to you with two iced americanos in his hands. Yang Jeongin was the cutest first-year student, his fennec fox features and his smile always running on his lips. “Noona, here is your daily coffee, and your daily dose of your favorite cutie — aka ME”.

“Well hello mister Yang, thanks for the caffeine I really needed that” you started looking at an unmotivated Kim Seungmin. “Minnie you good?” You asked out of concern.

“If you think having 3 exams on the same day, a failing group project cause people in my philosophy class are rich lazy assholes and the fact Minho won’t stop cooking with ‘Lix until like 3 and half a.m. last night... I guess I’m good y/n”.

Ok... Seungmin was probably in the top 3 of drama queens of the group, Hyunjin having the first place, but Seungmin was running close. “Welcome to college life.”

“And I didn’t even tell you about my shifts at the cafe.” he said, side eyeing the youngest guy. “It’s not my problem that every girl in my classes thinks I’m the cutest kid they've ever seen,” said Jeongin.

You giggle watching the two youngest members of your friend group.

“Speaking of Minho, he said you cost too much of free americano and he thinks he wants to make you pay now,” said a laughing Seungmin.

Lee Minho, you chuckled.

“Well, he needs to remember who feeds his babies when he doesn’t have time.”

—-

Friday nights were the one time everything seems to be relaxing in this life.

Minho closes the cafe at 6pm so the 9 of you could use the space for bad karaoke night, pool games and other stuff.

And here you were sitting at the bar with yet another iced americano watching Hyunjin, Jisung, Minho and Chan playing poker.

“Noona, can you give me a glass of iced ice?” Smirk Minho, his eyes still on his cards.

“Sure for 2000 won, Lee Minho”.

His cards dropped on the pool table, looking you straight in the eyes as if you were still wearing your grudge custom from last Halloween. “I mean that is what you get for making me pay for my coffee addiction.” you retorted, smiling to his Binnie like features.

“Wooow burn.” Laughed Chan at his younger friend.

“Shut up Bahng, or you’ll also pay for all the pastries you eat for free here”.

At that Chan stopped laughing, pursing his lips and scratching his nose.

“Sorry I'm late guys ... but Mrs Kim seems to be an ass as spring is coming”.

Changbin came into the cafe, looking like he had been running from the campus to here — a simple 7-minute walk. His hair got fluffier with his run, a sheer layer of sweat making his glasses sliding on his nose. He smiled at you as he put his bag on the floor next to some of yours.

“y/n noona, hi.” He said sweetly and waved at the rest of the guys.

“Yah Seo Changbin, where is my kiss?” Teased Jisung. His only response was the middle finger from the older guy.

He sat at the bar watching you serving a glass of tea for Minho, while talking with Jeongin.

You poured another for him, giving him the drink before going to serve your other friend at the table winning the poker game.

You couldn’t help but eye the muscular friend dressed in full black sitting next to the youngest kid in your group, Changbin seems to look more attractive as the days pass. His muscles getting more defined, his chest getting bigger, and you were sure he could break a watermelon with these thighs. And damn how you wish he could place you a headlock — weird but his arms are screaming how good they would look around your neck.

Every person in the room was totally on the top 10 most attractive people, but there is one thing about Changbin you couldn’t describe.  

But the way his black glasses were framing his face, the way his smile was always creeping on his lips when you were close to his body. Yet how cold his look turned when another male was watching you, and how his aura got menacing in the same second.

—-

Friday nights were also Changbin's favourite time of the week, even if his last lecture finished at 5.30pm because Mister Kim was an asshole and apparently Beethoven was far more interesting than Changbin’s crush on you for the professor. It was his longest lesson, and he was sure of it.

But now that he was playing pool with Minho, Felix and Jeongin, he could flex his skills and muscles just to impress you who’s not sitting so far.

“y/n you should really stop vaping you know it’s not good.” warned Chan looking at you with his disappointing dad look.

“I know Chris but you know, college life isn’t what we all expected and this is my way of coping with it.” you said, taking your vaping pen between your lips... and damn Changbin wished it could be one of his fingers and not that stupid thing laying between your pillowy lips.

“Excuse y’all music thingy future producers and shit but I’ll let you know I have an exhibition in 3 weeks and my teacher is going insane as if it’s her going to expose her paintings ... if she wasn’t already.” Hyunjin sighed, re-doing his bun.

“Sorry your majesty Hwang.” Changbin laughed, looking at his friend.

“How about we don’t talk about our classes and enjoy this night?” Chan stopped everybody. “And I order some food?”

After you all agreed on tteokbokki and fried chicken, the guys started another pool game flexing their skills with cue sticks. Minho tried to distract every one of his friends so he could win the game, crouching next to the table making weird faces to his friends.

You feel so at ease watching them playing, speaking and just doing the usual Friday night activities. “y/n?”

You looked up to find Changbin looking at you with concern in his eyes, his hand on your shoulder. “Food arrived, but you seemed in your own world.” he smiled. You nodded following him to the tables Minho arranged so the 9 of you could fit in.

You watched around you, sitting between Felix and Seungmin with Changbin sitting in front of you, eating his rice cakes. You felt at ease right now, no one was really talking, too focused on food.

—-

Changbin was determined to teach you how to play pool for years and tonight was the night.

“Let me help you noona.” you felt his chest colliding with your back, his arms caging you between his body and the table, his hands covering yours on the stick, and his perfume flowing around you.

You were used to flirting with him but more in a teasing way, having him right here covering your figure with his whole body was something else. You could feel the rush of red and pink running on your cheeks and ears.

His breath was hitting your ear when he was telling you what to do. “Move your back just a little and softly hit the ball.”

It’s almost as if you could touch the tension between your two bodies.

“Bin you're supposed to teach her, not make her a tomato dude!” Seungmin giggled.

He stopped moving, his hard chest hovering on your back. “Am I making you uncomfortable?”

You just shook your head, finding an excuse about how bad you were with this game. This moment was surely gonna feed your next wet dreams for weeks. Changbin being the main protagonist.

He moved from your body letting you breathe better, going to sip on his beer. “So, Bin,how is it going with Mi Na?”

Song Mi Na, she shares classes with Changbin, and the boys have been teasing the guy with this girl who has been obsessed with him since they shared a project.

Changbin sighed before looking in your direction, hoping to see a reaction from you.

You know better than to show any signs of jealousy for this girl.

“She signed up to the gym— no Chan, it's not funny! She won’t let me live; I swear she even sent food to the apartment yesterday. Jisung ate it”.

The poor girl has been following Changbin like a lost puppy since that project. Giving you side eyes whenever you sit next to Changbin in the cafeteria.

It was funny to see to be honest, for the rest of the guys it was a comedy show direct live.

The side eyes Changbin gives to any guys trying to flirt with you, putting one hand on your back or shoulder. His dark aura gives them a tough time, and Mi Na tries to do everything to get his attention but fails every time.

“The poor girl seems to really like you though,” laughed Felix.

You listened to the conversation, knowing that Changbin seems to be harder with any other guys that tried to flirt with you. Since that night 3 weeks ago when you two shared a drunken kiss at a Wooyoung party.

You two only had a hot make out session in a bathroom, but nothing more since that day.

You couldn’t help but watch him, holding his glass to his lips, drinking the beverage.

You sighed giving up on playing pool for tonight, if you were honest right now you wanted to lay in your bathtub with cheap soju in a wine glass.

Hearing the boys talking about their last hook up and about Mi Na wasn’t your cup of tea.

“Noona, we're gonna play another round of poker, wanna play?” Jisung offered.

“As much as playing stripped poker tempts me so badly, I don’t know how to play and after pool I decided I’m giving up on playing anything but Mario kart with you.”

“Next week noona, pizza and Mario Kart!” Jeongin said.

“Deal Innie” you smiled looking at the kid, Jeongin was like a baby brother to you, during the first few weeks he seemed so lost in the huge college and you decided to take him under your wing, just like you did with the 2000’s liners last year. Your soft spot for the kid was transparent for everyone, everybody knowing Jeongin was like a teddy bear you kept in your backpack.

Changbin couldn’t take his eyes off you, during that exact same time, watching interact with Jeongin was making you look so soft and adorable. Giving your full attention to the youngest one, as if nobody was around in the room, just giving him your full attention.

A small smile finding home on his lips, he looks at you like you were home to him. Chan was also looking at the two of you wishing any of you would confess to the other if he was asked, he would say he was tired of looking at you both flirting with each other but not doing anything else. He was tired of listening to drunk Changbin rambling about how perfect you were every other weekend.

For the love of God just tell her Seo Changbin - he was thinking.

“y/n sleepover tonight?” Asked Chan, and he saw Changbin eyes sparkling with little stars, hoping you would say yes.

“Only if you promise we work on this project and not watch Deadpool for the hundredth time.” You retorted.

—-

This is how you find yourself in Binchan's apartment at 2 am still working on this music thing with CB97, in full producing mode with a Red Bull next to you.

Wearing one of the old Changbin shirts you left in their home and some shorts you always kept in your bag.

Chan was drinking a milkshake trying to stay awake.

Changbin was sitting on the floor right in front of the couch where the two of you were working, playing Gran Turismo 7.

He was listening to your conversation with his best friend. How you all needed to make a ballad to pass this project and get stuck on lyrics. He also chose a musical course, but as he was the year before, your classes were not really the same.

“How about you write a ballad about a burger instead of a lover?” He asked jokingly.

“Bin we all know food is your number one, but I think Miss Kang will kill us if we do a cheeseburger, you are my loveeer~” said Chan sighing to his best friend.

Changbin raised his shoulders, continuing his game. Mumbling about how cheeseburger wasn’t not his favorite burger and how his friend should have known better.

“Are you sure you guys aren’t married at this point?” You asked giggling.

“Christopher, let's make out to show your friend here, we’re indeed an old married couple with 6 children.” said Changbin, who placed a  hand on Chan’s thigh, making kissing noises.

You were sure none of your friends couldn’t be serious for more than 3 minutes max.

Changbin finally looked in your direction, winking at you, laughing at the same time.

This, ladies and gentlemen, was your crush, and you couldn’t be sure about it. Cause you were the same.

It's been 3 hours since you gave up on working on this project, Chan laying on the carpet sleeping like a baby, a little drool running on his chin, you were laying on the couch, a leg on the back of the said couch. Your hair going crazy on top of your head.

Changbin woke up feeling thirsty, when he saw you, he took the duvet from the loveseat to cover you.

“Bin?” You asked, your voice groggy and full of sleep. “What time is it?”

He ran his hand into your hair, smiling at you “A little past seven love— sleep some more”.

You look at him, his face a bit swollen with sleep, his glasses laying on his nose, and his hair messier than ever. Making him look so beautiful and lovable. “Changbin?” You asked unsure.

He nodded looking at you, his eyes glowing so much behind his glasses, you could feel his breath hitting your cheek. His eyes were moving between your lips and eyes. “Tell me not to kiss you y/n.”

You didn’t say anything, just watching his kissable lips. Your tongue wetting your lips. “Tell me not to—“

You cut him off, taking his lower lip between yours.

Morning breath was one of your biggest turn offs, but Seo Changbin didn’t have any of that. You both totally forgot about your best friend snoring on the ground.

The kiss wasn’t long or anything, it was a soft and timid kiss. “I don’t want you to stop” you mumbled “Have been thinking about this since that night” you confessed.

His hand holding your cheek, his fingers caressing behind your ear. His forehead against yours. “Noona, you can’t do that to my heart.” he said softly.

“Nnnhg!!!” You both jumped at your friend and turned to look at Chan still sleeping peacefully. His arm laying on his face.

You both laughed, thanks Chan for cutting the moment.

“We should not kiss with him sleeping here.” Chuckled Changbin. You nodded, your faces were still close, the tension was still here.

“But I really want to kiss you and do ... other things.'' he confessed. “D-do you want it too?”

You kiss his cheek, jaw, your lips finding home on his collar bone.

Your hand running on his naked chest, feeling every of his muscles under the skin. He took your kisses as a yes, taking your hand into his, leading you to his room to not disturb a sleeping Chan— which was a miracle.

—-

His hands were running your side feeling the skin underneath the skin, you were a little smaller than him.

Changbin couldn’t believe it was happening, right now in his home, you in one of his old shirts, it was screaming ‘HIS, HIS’

He couldn’t wrap his head around the fact you wanted it as much as him, your hand tugging the baby hair at his nape. “Kiss me, Bin.”

His eyes half lidded, turning dark, blown with want.

His body pressed to yours, breathing heavily as his lips collided with yours. You could still taste a little bit of his lip balm, making them soft and a little sticky, but none of it mattered to you at this instant.

His teeth capturing your lower lip, letting his tongue caressed it, asking for entrance.

He tilted his head making the kiss more passionate, a small war between your tongues fighting for dominance. Warmth blossoming in your chest, it felt more personal and passionate than that night. It really felt like you and Changbin, right now. No liquid confidence in the mix, just the two of you. The kiss felt raw and real, his hands holding your hips, making you feel small and fragile in his embrace.

He stopped kissing you, breathless. Changbin suddenly felt shy, pink tones finding a place on his chest. He couldn’t not believe it was happening. He was sure he was still sleeping and dreaming.

“Are you really here?” he asked shyly.

You were laughing and nodding while looking at him. “Yes, Bin and I’m dying to taste you”.

He was sure he was about to explode at your comment. His pyjama shorts started to feel a little uncomfortable and tight now.

“I will let you do anything to me.” he said, running his nose against your neck, smelling your perfume mixing with his liquid detergent.

“Changbin.” you hum, not knowing where to touch him.

“Mhm?”

“Fuck me.” you begged, breathless.

He let out a breathy moan, feeling breathless and vulnerable under your touch.

He throws your shirt at the other side of his room, looking at you. He felt insane at the instant looking directly at your chest, and he swore he never saw such a perfect chest, your left nipple adoring a piercing and your sternum covered in sweet ink. His hand, hovering over your nipple, silently asking for your permission.

He gently sucks on your breast, caressing the other the same way. He was sure heaven felt like it.

“Let me take you to bed, love.”

You looked so pretty laying on his black sheet, waiting for him to join. Your mouth slightly open breathing hard, watching him taking off his boxer briefs, you knew he was beautiful but now he looked like someone took their sweet time craving him into marble.

He felt you staring, and blush found him again.

He was beautiful, slightly above the normal length and in girth, a small curve at the top. A nice shade of pink and glistening with precum.

He climbed into his bed hovering you, kissing you again, pressing his chest into yours, letting your skin touch his hot one. His hand tracing your chest to your stomach to find its place onto your heat on your short, asking silently for permission once again. “I want you so bad.”

He pulled back, tearing the tissue for your skin finally able to fully watch you, you sure were heaven.

He pressed his hand to your heat once again, finally touching you, making your breath hitch.

“Bin i want to—“

“No, let me first, please let me have you.” he begged heavily.

You sighed in pleasure, letting him have his way. His lips follow the way his hand did first, from your collarbone to your chest, to your hip bone, going to your inner thigh.

“You smell so sweet, love.”

He laid between your thighs, putting both of your legs on his shoulders, diving into your heat. Delicately tasting you, softly kissing your clit just to see your reaction.

Seeing Changbin like this was breathtaking, he looks so good buried in your cunt.

Your breathy moans making him nibble at your bundle of nerves, humming against it teasing you.

His finger teasing your hole until he entered you little by little, his eyes on you assessing your reaction, your eyes closed, and mouth opened in an ‘O’ shape, he started to move softly.

Your nails scratching his scalp, moaning his name and other profanities. Your back arching, he was feeling you were getting close, feeling you clenching around his fingers which were abusing your gummy spot.

“B-bin I’ll cum s-sto—“

“Cum around my finger baby” he cut you, continuing his ministrations to your velvety walls. “Come on cum love, cum for me.”

“God, Bin!” You stopped breathing feeling that knot in your lower stomach about to burst at any second.

His lips taking your clit into his mouth once again, getting you closer to your first orgasm. He felt your legs giving up on his shoulder, trembling and your walls trapping his fingers. His name escapes your lips as a prayer.

He looks at you, smiling, saliva and slick on his chin, his pupils fully blown still. He looked so pretty like this, messy but pretty. His glasses running on the low of nose, glasses weren’t a thing until now, with Changbin laying butt naked on his bed rutting on his shit, looking at you demanding to be ruined.

He got up, looked in his bedside table for a condom, tearing the silvery paper as fast as he could, he couldn’t make you wait.

He pumped his length a few times before putting on the latex onto his erection. He looked so ethereal at the moment, sitting on the side of his bed. The muscles on his back moving with every move.

“Let me ride you.” you asked, looking at him.

Changbin moved on his bed, sitting comfortably, his bed his back laying on his headboard. He leads you onto his body, holding one of your hips while the other guides his length into you, inch by inch.

He kisses your breast, taking your mind off the stretch of his girth. You bite your lip once you were sitting on him, his length hurried into your warm walls.

Changbin groans when you start to move your hips into little circles.

“Fuck— if you do that, I’ll burst in second.” he groaned louder. “You feel so good, love.”

His hands found place on your hips once again, guiding you up and down, whispering sweet words into your chest. It’s slow, perfect for morning sex and your guys' first time together. You couldn’t think straight, thanks to Changbin making you move on top of him.

Your hands laying on his chest, you groan his name over and over. Other words caught in your throat.

“Love, look at me.” he said trying to get you back into reality, trying to ground you.

“Changbin—“ your head feeling so heavy, filled with pleasure. He saw how you couldn’t take it anymore; he laid you on his bed, keeping his dick buried in your wet walls.

He started to push once again, his length kissing your sweet spot, over and over. Settling a strong pace, he pushed hair from your face, and caressed your cheek with his lips.

Your nails digging in his back, you could feel that knot forming into your lower stomach once again, tightening increasingly, you knew your release was coming.

“Bin, I’m—“

He stopped kissing you, catching your eyes with his. “Just a little more. A lil more” he begged starting to fasten the pace, chasing his own release. His hand coming to your clit, making eight figures onto it, and nibbling at your nipple.

You could feel your breaking point coming. “Changbin—“

Changbin became more vocal when he was about to come, his voice going lower, breathy moans mixing with your name.

He closed his eyes, mouth round open, noises falling from his lips, he came a few second after you, filling the condom. His hands, gripping your thighs— “Noona!”

He stayed still for a moment, and you admired his expressions. Taking his features in fully, his hair sticking to his forehead, lower lips trapped between his teeth, chest moving with heavy breath.

He rolled off to lay next to you, taking off the condom, tying it to throw it into his trash next to his desk.

“Man, morning sex is something else.” he chuckled breathlessly. “But sex with you is indescribable.”

He moved to his side, putting his arm around your waist. “What?” You asked shyly.

“It’s just— we had crazy sex, but I’m still shy about asking you to be my girl—“

“YOU FUCKED HER INTO YOUR MATTRESS AND YOU FEEL SHY?” Chan screamed from outside feeling so done with you both.

You never felt as shy as you did in that moment, hiding your face into one of Changbin’s pillows, feeling blood rushing on your cheeks and ears.

“FUCK YOU BAHNG, get out of here, shit!” Changbin shouted back.

“Sorry about him— so about the girlfriend thing?”

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Dragons eat Seahorses series: Outburst of chaos - Female OC Velaryon Reader x Aemond Targaryen (Chapter 2)

Chapter 1: Battlefield between the sheets

Guys, sorry for late-posting this, I've wanted to do it earlier, but Tumblr messed up visibility of my posts in tags for a few days so... yeah. But here it is, hope you enjoy it!

WARNINGS(!): Smut, 18+ NSFW, slight angst, hate-sex, name-calling, heavy knife kink, mentions of breeding kink.

ENGLISH IS MY 2ND LANGUAGE.

Word count: approx 6,4k

DISCLAIMER: Mentions of ep 9 HOTD events

SUMMARY: King Viserys I, The Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, has died. A war was brewing, the division of House of the Dragons was inevitable now and you have found yourself in the middle of this mayhem. You were imprisoned in your chambers, as well as your mothers, while The Greens were plotting to seat the unrighteous heir on the throne. An unexpected savior comes to your rescue but later he demands quaint favor from you. To make matters worse, the doom of inescapable punishment for your recent vices was hunting you like a shadow.

Playlist: Track 1, track 2, track 3 (idk why I thought latino vibe might fit, but here it is :p)

The sound of restless bustling outside doors has woke you up violently. You opened your eyes unwillingly and with a languorous yawn you turned yourself to the other side of bed, only to find empty space and messed up blankets. Aemond was gone. You huffed as you noticed a small note on the bedside table. You took it doubtfully, as your eyes followed written words. It was his writing, you were sure, those diligent lines were hard to adulterate.

„My Father, The King is dead. My mother has sent me to find Aegon as she plans to make this unworthy drunkard his successor. Please stay in your chambers, for your own good. I’ll be back before sunset. Yours, A.T.”

The King is dead. Those words has sunk into your veins, freezing the blood running through them. A moment of cold realization has hit you as the piece of paper fell to the floor. The Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, the last warranty of peace and possible chance to appease any conflict, has succumb to illness. The dissent of the House of the Dragon was now inevitable, the coronation of Aegon will surely start a war. A war that will leave nothing in this realm, besides bones and ashes.

You tried to gain back your composure and decided to quickly change your clothes by yourself, as you have not seen any maid to help, much to your surprise. The outside clamor kept going, you even heard some muffled cries and screams of female voices, you guessed that those belonged to missing maids and that was the reason of their absence.

You put your dragon-riding gear on, wearing a gown somehow seemed to be out of place in the face of current events. You braided your hair quickly and you wrapped it around the top of your head. You rushed to the door and you were unpleasantly surprised as you couldn’t open it. You tried to pull the handle several times but like out of spite, it remained unmoved.

You growled with disappointment and slammed the door with your bare fist a few times.

- Hellooo?! – you screamed fiercely, hoping that someone will answer your desperate call.

- Lady Elaena...? – you heard familiar voice and sound of footsteps coming. The voice you wanted to hear least.

- Ser Crispy Cole... You locked me up in here like if I was some kind of a mongrel? – you hissed so threateningly, that you could feel the man behind the door trembling. 

- Apologies, my Lady. It was the Queen’s order – said ser Criston with a remorse in his voice, trying to cool you down. As if he even could.

- Listen to me, you pathetic queen asswipe. You better open this door or I will crush your pitiful skull on it! – the words oozed from your mouth like a venom. Deep down inside, you knew that insulting a kings guard wasn’t the most reasonable thing to do. But you hated this doleful makeshift of a man too much to even care. You hated his toadyism towards the Queen. You hated that he hated Rhaenyra, acting like a pathetic, bitter ex. It made you despise him even more.

- It’s for your safety, my Lady. Believe me – he said patiently and you heard him walking away.

You punched the door angrily and subsided upon it. You lasted in your misery for a little while.

- My Lady...? Are you alright...? – all of sudden you heard your sworn shield’s voice. You breathed a sigh of relief.

- Ser Ryon... Thank Gods. Yes, I’m fine. Tell me, what the hell is going on? Why all this fuss?

- The Queen has ordered service to be locked up in dungeons. She called The Green Councill and she doesn’t want any bystanders.

- The King has barely given up his ghost and that bitch is already plotting – you replied with disbelief.

- So you know, my Lady...? – the knight seemed to be surprised.

- Yes, I do. My mother, where is she?

- She is imprisoned in her chambers as well as you, My Lady. Queen’s order. I’m sorry, there wasn’t much I could do – he added with sincere apology.

- I swear the Gods, I will beat the shit out of this worm Cole at the nearest opportunity – you muttered under your breath. You knew you had to reach to your mother and help her escape The Keep.

You looked around the whole room in search for some kind of denouement. Your eyes stopped at the window and curtains tied with a long rope. An idea has sprouted in your head.

- Ser Ryon, I need you to do me a favor. Stay here and make sure no one will pass through that door – you said as you approached the window and started pulling off curtains.

- My Lady...? – knight seemed confused.

- Trust me, ser Ryon, as I trust you with my whole life. I will be perfectly fine – you added assuringly and started to make line out of curtains and rope, tying knots tightly.

Apparently ser Ryon has obliged to your order as he remained silent from now on.

You tied up the line you’ve made around the wall pipe and tossed it through the window. You looked down as you examined the height. Your chamber was located on the second floor, so it was rather safe to just slide down the line.

Before you left, you made sure to have at least one dagger by your side. You also grabbed your valyrian steel sword, Dragon’s bane – another gift from your father and stepped on the windowsill. You jerked the line couple times to make sure it was well secured. You turned around, facing the window, and started to slid down the wall slowly. But you weren’t aware of the extra pair of eyes watching you for the whole time.

When you were low enough to jump off, you released the rope and expected to hit the ground. But it wasn’t the ground who caught you. You found yourself in strong arms of a man instead.

- Aemond?! – you gasped as you faced your hooded ‘savior’, your eyes were open wide as if you just saw a ghost. He seemed to be as surprised as you.

- What the hell are you doing here?! – you snapped, he was still holding you tightly.

- I should ask the same question – his lips curved in a mischievous smirk.

- Youuu… - you hissed as you turned your head to the side to see ser Criston Cole standing next to Aemond, wearing a weird, mix of a monk and squire, costume.         You broke free from the Prince embrace only to hit with all of you strength the unsuspecting face of a knight. He staggered slightly to the side as your fist landed on his cheek with a loud crunch. If it weren't for Aemond, you would have crushed his skull with your bare hands without any inhibition. Young Prince caught your arms and pulled them to your back, pushing you aside of ser Criston, as you tried to break out angrily.

- How dare you locking me up in my own chambers like some unbridled animal, you haggard imitation of a guard?! – you shouted madly as you still tried to break free from Aemond’s grip.

- You were right, my Prince. She is reinless, indeed – ser Criston still rubbed his cheek, now reddened because of your fist strike.

- Let it go, my Dragoness. Enough of this – Aemond was seemingly tired of your incessant resistance. Finally you gave up with an angry snort and turned around to look straight into the only eye of your betrothed.

- Have I not written for you to stay in your chambers for your own sake? – he asked with a poker-face, but his eye was filled with concern.

- For my own sake?! Are you mad? The King, your Father, is dead! And you expect me to sit there politely and do nothing?! – you looked at him in disbelief. He knew you perfectly well, he couldn’t require you to be idle as you were always the first to act.

- And what did you want to do, my love? – he grabbed you by your arms and looked at you, fondly almost.

- I need to see my mother and get her out of King’s Landing – the determination in your voice must have somehow impressed him, because now he was genuinely interested in your next doings.

- And how will you do that? The city is swarming with guards, every entrance to The Red Keep is guarded as well. How are you going to sneak through?

- Well, I thought that maybe… you would help me with that, you know many secret passages to the castle… - you proposed and hoped that he will be willing to help you. You were even ready to pay him back, in a way he would be very pleased of.

- You’re right. I do know many of them – he replied with a victorious grin.

- My Prince, I don’t think this is a good idea… - ser Criston interfered and got immediately struck with your killer gaze.

- One more word from you and he’s not going to be the only One-Eyed here – you snarled towards the knight and pointed your finger at Aemond. You heard a resentful ‘Ouch!’ from the Prince and you looked at him apologetically.

- She’s right, Cole. It is not safe for such Lady to wander these streets alone. We shall escort her to the one of the passages and then we’re going straight to find the drunkard brother of mine -  Aemond ordered sturdily and ser Criston only rolled his eyes.

- Oh, you are looking for Aegon? I suggest you should start looking at the Silk Street – you pointed out with a bit of mockery in your voice. Both Aemond and Cole looked at you with resignation.

- Gods, my brother isn’t even trying to hide his depravities… - The Prince huffed with contempt – Here, you should wear this – he put hood on your head – We’re alike now – he grinned proudly.

He took your hand firmly and all three of you sanked into the city streets.

Aemond’s knowledge of the city, its every corner, every alley and every crossing has quite impressed you. He moved with the agility of a panther as he guided you through next aisles. Luckily, all of you managed to stay out of sight of suspicious guards of the City Watch as they were occupying each street corner. After some time of wandering, hiding behind your cloaks and hoods, you finally have reached your destination. Aemond approached the breach in the stone wall at the foot of The Keep and moved one of loose bricks to the side. After a moment a hidden door has opened and a dark, secret tunnel appeared to your eyes. Prince took one of torches from the entrance and illuminated the surrounding darkness, apparently to make sure whether it was still safe to pass through. A short and complacent ‘Hmm’ escaped his lips, clearly it meant his approval.

- This passage will guide you to the floor where your mother’s chamber is. All you need to do is go straight forward and turn right at the last bifurcation. Stairs at the end will lead you to the destination – he instructed you carefully, handling you the torch. You nodded understandingly.

- You are always this helpful or just fair-weather? – you smiled at him provokingly.

- Only when it comes to save the lady in distress – he replied cheekily, a spark lit his only remained eye – Go now, little dove. And be careful, there are still guards inside the castle, better not incite them – he kissed you gently on the forehead and looked verifyingly into your eyes afterwards, to make sure you understood his remark.

- Don’t worry about me, my Prince. You better go, find your spoiled brother, before he drinks himself to death in one of those shabby taverns – you couldn’t resist yourself to tease him, even if only a little.

He nodded at you for farewell and turned around, only to disappear with Criston Cole in the turmoil of the city.

You sighed with waiver and stepped behind the threshold of the tunnel, only the flame of the torch lit your path. You followed the stone corridor and after some time you reached the crossing – you turned right remembering the instruction given you by Aemond. You passed the stairs going upwards and the huge, brass door emerged in front of you. You barely managed to open them, pushing the metal handle all the way forward, using all the strength you had. Finally the door has opened with a loud creak, revealing quite well-lit corridor, for a nice change. Before you stepped in you looked cautiously around both ways – there was only one guard protecting the entrance of your mother’s chamber. I have to get rid of him somehow, you thought trying to figure out the right distraction. You decided to go rogue and trust your own gumption.

You emerged from behind the corner and the guard immediately spotted you, his face was clearly shocked to see you there.

- Lady Elaena…?! What are you doing in here? You should be in your chambers…! – he stepped forward warningly, stopping you with his hand.

- Well, I needed to use the restroom and I’ve obviously lost my way… - you tried to pretend a sweet idiot and you were doing pretty well, but the guard felt the urge to raise the alarm anyway.

- Stay right where you are. I’ll order ser Ryon to escort you back to your chamber – he wanted to grab you by your arm, but you were faster. You turned yourself behind his back swiftly and grasped his head, your forearm were locked around his neck tightly.

- You will go nowhere – you hissed and twisted his neck, maybe a little bit too much, because you heard a bone crack and a moment later the guard fell to the floor, lifeless.

- Well, shit – you muttered, watching his face getting more and more white. But you didn’t have much time to contemplate over your maleficence as you pushed forward the door to the chamber.

- Elaena…? – your mother looked at you shocked, a sight of lying guard’s body over the threshold must have added to the effect, because her mouth gaped in a stupor.

- Mother, I had to see you. Are you alright? They didn't do anything to you, did they? – you grabbed her by forearms, looking attentively for any sign of mistreatment.

- If they had only dared, they would have regretted it bitterly. And you didn’t have to kill the guard to get in here, daughter – you rolled your eyes at her punitive words.

- The Queen was here, wasn’t she? To ask for your support for Aegon’s ascending? – you asked knowingly.

- Yes, she came here. But I didn’t gave her my answer, yet.

- Mother… - you were shocked by the lack of decisiveness of your own mother, the very same woman who have always been sure of her will.

- She knows my answer well. They all do – Rhaenys grabbed your chin to give you assuring look. You sighed with relief. The Queen Who Never Was, but should have always been.

- Mother, you need to get out of here, you can’t stay in King’s Landing. I’ll command ser Erryk to escort you out of The Keep at the dawn, he will guide you to the ship in the Blackwater Bay. You’ll sail away to the Dragonstone, to warn Rhaenyra and Daemon – you revealed the plan you’ve managed to come up with while wandering through dark corridors. And you knew ser Erryk was one of the very few who can be trusted right now.

- And what about Meleys? I can’t leave her here - your mother's voice was suddenly filled with sadness. She was as attached to her she-dragon, The Red Queen, as you were to yours.

- The coronation will take place in the Dragonpit, Aemond told me. I will get Meleys and Carantes out of here, I promise. I’ll join you on the Dragonstone – it was now you who was ensuring your mother as you squeezed her hands firmly.

- And you think Aemond will let you go without any opposition? Now, when you have just returned to him and your affection seems to flourish? – she looked at you with incredulity.

- He will have to. He must – you whispered, a sudden pain filled your soul, the thought of abandoning the love of your life again was truly tearing you apart. But it was that kind of pain you had to swallow, even if it hurt with every single sip.

- You love him, my child – Rhaenys embraced you with her maternal warmth, understanding the importance of the choice you had to make.

- My feelings don’t count right now. There are far more important things to face at the moment – you said with a dash of a soldier, succumbing yourself to the loving hug of your mother.

- You really are my daughter – Rhaenys smiled with an unhidden pride, letting you go – You should go now, guards will soon start looking for the reason of their dead companion – she rushed you towards the door.

- Remember mother, ser Erryk will get you at sunrise – you said as you slowly disappeared behind the door. Your mother only nodded with understanding.

Somehow you managed to sneak back to your chamber unnoticed. Ser Ryon seemed to be visibly relieved when he saw you, all safe and sound.

You decided to take a bath as you wished even for a single moment of rest. You filled the tub with boiling hot water, adding some fragrance oils. You kicked off your clothes and dived into the steaming water. It was still a bit too cold for your taste, in the end a fire cannot kill the dragon, you guessed. You were lying there for several hours until water became unpleasantly cold. You peeked through the window. The sun was low on the horizon and there was still no sign of Aemond’s presence. You assumed that the searching of his brother must have devoured him completely.

You stepped out of bathtub, reaching for the towel and started to wipe the wetness from your body. You even applied some of precious lotion from Ashai as you couldn’t resist it’s tempting scent of jasmine. You put on the dress, black one with deep boat neck, long sleeves and with rich, velvety dragon & seahorse embroidery. You clipped some strands of your hair to the back, leaving the rest loose. You wanted to look representative in case Your Prince would’ve decided to join you.

Suddenly the door to your chamber opened and none other than Aemond came in, casting you an exploratory look. He evidently appreciated the fact that you have attired yourself for him only, as he smirked in a delightful way.

- There you are. It seems that you have already tuned yourself up for the evening – his eyes were piercing through you obstinately and you could tell that he was already undressing you in his mind.

- Have you found Aegon? – you asked as he poured the wine into two goblets.

- I have, unfortunately. If only he had boarded a ship and crossed The Narrow Sea, you would’ve become the queen – he handled you one glass and smiled apparently pleased with himself, his gaze never left your body, as he was now examining your statuesque figure wrapped with black velvet only to highlight your every curve.

- And have you found your mother? – he took a solid sip of wine, still staring at you, making you blush involuntarily.

- Yes, I have. I’ve arranged her departure from the city – you also took a swig, wanting to cover your reddening.

- Good. She’s welcome to leave at any moment, as long as she leaves you behind – he finally glanced away from you, reaching his hand to back pocket of his coat.

- I have a gift for you - a black velvet box appeared before your eyes.

- Gift? - you were so startled that you had to put your glass down, not wanting to spill the alcohol.

- Open it – he passed over the box to you, smirking cunningly.

You opened it and the first thing you noticed was the blood-red fabric that filled the inside. Then your eyes caught a sight of quite impressive necklace made of white gold, a massive tear-shaped sapphire was embedded in its heart. You said nothing, as you were dazed by the artistry of gold chains linked with carved bindings.

- Helaena helped me with picking – Aemond finally said, wanting to break the awkward silence.

Ah yes. Helaena, his sweet, older sister. Only she could have such sophisticated taste. And she was the only person of this whole family who you truly sympathized with.

Aemond took the necklace out of the box and looked at you inquiringly. You turned your back to him, shoveling your hair away. After a moment you felt a cold touch of metal against your cleavage and Aemond’s gentle fingers grazing the soft skin on your neck, causing you to shiver. He clipped the jewelry and his hands slid down your arms, his warm breath enveloped your nape. You turned yourself back around and now he was admiring little piece of art on your neckline.

- It definitely looks better on you. Now we both have something in common – he smiled at you meaningly.

Suddenly something dazzled you. His eyepatch. For some time you have been tempted to discover what is underneath it. And now it was within arm's reach.

You slowly gripped the leather strap with your hand. He didn’t stop you but you could see how much he have stiffened, his only eye glanced down to the ground. Finally you removed the eyepatch, revealing the deepened scar first. Then you looked further. The sapphire. The rumors did not lie. It was now gleaming, reflecting the candlelight and you could literally saw little flames dancing in its flexure. It was truly beautiful, out of this world. The blue of the stone only highlighted the color of the healthy iris, making it more overwhelming.

- Are you scared? – he was afraid of your lack of reaction – I wear the eyepatch so ladies at the court wouldn’t be frightened…

- It’s beautiful, Aemond – you sighed as you grabbed his cheek, gently tracing the pink scar with your thumb. You could see him gradually relaxing. A surge of relief overwhelmed him, a realization of your acceptance washed over him like a wave. Acceptance of his flaws, his deficiencies, his weaknesses.

All of sudden he pulled you by necklace gustily and crashed his lips against yours. The kiss was so hectic that you couldn’t help but moan, while he was engorging you with his tongue. He pinned you with his whole body to the dresser behind you, you almost stumbled from the force of his pressure. His hand embraced your thin waist, while the other wandered to your breast, kneaded it through the thickness of material. Apparently this wasn’t enough for him as he pulled out your both of your bosoms, releasing them from tight pressure of fabric. His lips immediately sucked their tender mold, grasping sensitive nipples with his teeth, coaxing more and more delightful groans from you.

- Open your legs – you heard his fiery command by your ear as he gently licked it.

You remained still as you looked at him with pride. You were a Velaryon after all and a dragon’s farrow, you weren’t going to give yourself up to him like a common prostitute.

- Resistant, huh? Have you already forgotten that you deserve to be punished for your recent antics? Besides you also owe me a favor for today's rescue – his fingers tightened around your jaw, clutching it heavily – Spread your legs like a good whore you are – his voice was nothing but a threat now.

- I am not… your… whore – you managed to drawl out through your teeth and you took out the dagger hidden in the neck of the dress but you were foolish to think you could menace him somehow. In a split second Aemond knocked the blade out of your hand, spinning it deftly within his palms. He pressed the dagger against your throat, enough for you to feel its sharpness, without cutting your alabaster skin.

- What did you want to do with it, little dove? Cut me? – he chuckled madly, sparkles of insanity glistened in his one eye – Now, where were we… Ah, yes – he spreaded by force your trembling legs with his free hand, the blade of your dagger never left your neck.

- Good girl – he praised and set aside the dagger from you and started to play with it. His eyes were examining your dress as he was swiveling the goad around his hand, more and more vehemently.

A few clean, rapid cuts tore your dress apart, baring you completely in front of him. Aemond smiled with unhidden satisfaction and after a short while he grabbed your ass, lifting you and placing on the top of the dresser. Again, he separated your legs so you were forced to put heels of your feet on the edge of furniture.

- And who do you think you are if not a whore, spreading yourself before me like that, waiting for me to graciously fuck the life out of you? – he smirked derisively, teasing you. The sapphire in his eyehole shimmered sinisterly.

You felt ashamed, humiliated. You were now completely at his mercy, like a helpless child waiting for a punishment. Your cheeks became scarlet red, the blood in your veins pumped restlessly.

- But I must admit that your tendency to hiding weapons everywhere you manage can be… useful – the cold blade of dagger traced inner side of your thigh as he watched your skin shiver from the sensation - So why not hide it here? – he encircled your groins with blade’s tip, dangerously close to your folds, now becoming wet. You didn't want to admit it, but sporting with Aemond turned you on more than you could ever imagine.

- And what is that? My, my… You’re already soaking. Does it excite you, the feeling of a threat against that defenseless body of yours? – he chuckled with a slight surprise. He rotated the dagger so now its handle was aimed at your core. You gasped with dismay as you realized what he is about to do.

- Well then… There is nothing else left for me to do than to obey the salacious craving of my dirty, little whore.

And before you could even protest, the shaft of dagger slipped through your drenched folds. You cried pitifully at the feeling of cold and hardness ravaging your poor cunt. Aemond pushed it slowly further, rotating the haft slightly so it was now hitting that special spot inside of you. He was now watching the blade disappearing inside your pussy and he was clearly hypnotized by the sight. Your moans were capturing his mind in a delightful way, he was ready to yield right there, right now.

- It’s almost as long as my cock. Makes me wonder… whether you have pleasured yourself with it during lonely nights without me? Have you imagined my cock slamming into your needy cunt while doing it? – he purred against your neck, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses on it - Of course you have, just look at you… How you squeal like a common slut at the sensation… You’ve been through this before, haven’t you? – he pushed the dagger even harder, making you squirm.

His hand set a killing pace, his teeth nipped the sensitive skin on the crook of your neck. Your screams continued as the dagger’s handle pushed into you eagerly, hitting that very spot inside of you, leaving sloppy, wet sounds.

- Look at me – Aemond grabbed your jaw, looking fiery into your eyes and once again he kissed you so intensely that you thought he’s going to crash his teeth against yours – Look what you’re doing to me, how dare you take advantage of me like that…? - he panted, finally tearing his lips away from yours.

You looked at the growing bulge in his pants, he was extremely aroused indeed. While you were admiring his covered manhood, he used your moment of inattention and sticked the helve all the way through, finally turning it over in such way that made you swoon almost. The thrusts did not stop and you felt your climax coming as your walls started to shake around the dagger. Aemond must have noticed that because he stopped his moves all at once, removing the handhold, now completely soaked with your juices, causing you to whimper. 

- U-uh, I won’t let you come, not like that. It would be an insult to me – he looked into your miserable eyes and licked your liquids of the dagger so obscenely that it made you blush like a little, innocent girlie.

- But I must admit you taste divine, my little dove - he did not stop embarrassing you, as he licked his lips lasciviously. He put the dagger at a safe distance so that you certainly could not reach for it. He ran his finger along your bottom lip, kissing it softly.

- Go to bed. Lay on all fours – he commanded shortly and this time you knew better and obeyed.

You walked towards the bed and went on all fours exactly like he ordered, sticking your ass defiantly in his direction and you waited in anticipation for his next move. You heard the tumble of metal buckle of his belt when it hit the floor as he was undressing himself. For a brief moment you thought he was going to use it to smack your ass, but it wasn’t the belt that strike your bum. His hand gave a few solid slaps, so whopping that you were certain there would be red marks the next morning. A heated screech left your mouth while he gave you several more, kneading the luscious flesh of your ass with his fingers. Another streamlet of your wetness dripped down your thighs.

- Now I’m going to fuck the obedience into you until you plead me to stop – he snarled and with a one firm thrust he buried his whole cock in your greedy cunt, you screamed as you were feeling him tearing your insides apart. He growled as he felt you clenching around him so tightly that he couldn’t move even an inch.

- Stop squeezing me this hard, issa ziry-zaldrīzes (my Dragoness). You don’t want me to come, not yet – he whispered to your ear, giving you a warning slap in the ass. You tried your best to loosen your walls up, but it was pretty hard, since he haven’t gave you any time to accommodate to his length.

Once you have finally let go, he started pounding into you mercilessly, stretching you in a hurtful and yet pleasurable way. His hands tightened around your hips, using all his strength to stick you onto his swollen manhood. He was piercing you like a newly sharpened spear, rutting into you like a thirsty animal. Your sinful moans mixed with shameless, wet sounds of tapping skin against skin. Aemond was breathing heavily, his deep growls made you stretched for him even more.

He pulled you up by your hair abruptly, so your back was resting on his firm chest now and your ass leaned on his muscular thighs. He grabbed one of your breasts clasping it lustily, while his other hand wandered to your exposed clit, torturing the sensitive bud so badly it made you squeal like a little, hurt bird.

- Look at you, taking my cock so willingly like a good, submissive whore – he oozed praises into your ear, licking the earlobe deliciously. His hands guided your hips to his pelvis making your movements more unhesitating. At this moment you were almost sure that if there was a huge mirror in front of the bed he would definitely made you look into it, to watch how greedily he takes you. But at the same time, he would have to reckon with the fact that you would have come in a second.

- I’m going to claim you endlessly, mark you in every possible way so no man would ever touch you or even think about you indecently – as to highlight his words he started biting your neck, leaving bruises and hickeys wherever he could. Gods, now I will have to wear those goddamn high-neck dresses, you thought with an annoyance, but he didn’t gave you much time to complain in your thoughts as he began to literally hammer you into his pulsing cock.

- I will defile you to that extent that no other lord would ever want to marry you because… you… are… MINE - his last words practically turned into a fearsome snarl. He threw you on your back with quite momentum, with a one dexterous move he lifted your pelvis against his loins and buried himself deep inside to the hilt. It startled you so much that you had to grab the nearest pillow and stick your nails into it. His thrusts gained  more and more strength so as your screams became almost desperate. He watched you – no, he was engorging you like a predator just before consuming its prey. The sapphire in his eye socket gleamed wildly making him look even more intimidating.  His insatiable eye looked at you, trembling, begging with all your body for release. Oh how you were praying for it, your mind was completely clouded with vision of incoming bliss. But Aemond was not a fool, he sensed your approaching intoxication like a deer would scent the changing wind. His moves became cruelly sluggish, he was torturing you with his languor.

- Aem… Aemond…! I need… I need to come…! Ple… Please! – you whimpered realizing how pathetic you must have sounded.

He only grinned impudently, lowering himself so now his torso was rubbing against your tremulous breasts.

- Beg me, byka live (little whore). I want to hear you begging for it – he whispered to your ear, leaving wet, sloppy kisses around your neck afterwards. His long, silver-blonde hair, now in a complete mess, were stroking you so lightly that it almost made you ticklish.

- Please Aemond! I beg you… Please let me cum, please! – so you begged, wanting your own ecstasy more than the dignity you lost when he stripped your dress of you.

- Excellent. I shall fulfill your wish as I am a gracious prince – he smiled triumphantly and kept his word as he began pushing into you at a deadly pace.

You could tell that he himself was getting closer to his peak, you could feel every single vein on his throbbing cock, pulsating with boiling-hot blood, his breath got much more erratic. He closed his eyes and laid his head beneath your collarbone, almost drifting away. His hips thrusted chaotically, trying to hit your sensitive spot for the very last time.

- I’m going to fill you up with my seed. I want to watch your belly swell with my child, your breasts full of milk… - he suddenly expressed his unexpected wish, causing to google at him with your startled eyes.

This confession must have somehow turned him on even more, because as his thrusts became more uneven his groans escalated as well. Your walls started to clench around his member ruthlessly, your whole body was shaking as if you had caught the cold. And you came. Basically you both came in an unison almost. He spilled his entire seed deep inside you, pressing his hips into you more to make sure not a single drop was wasted. You sighed deeply, your mind was overwhelmed by the number of various impulsions. The two of you were in silence for a longer moment, only the sound of your restless panting was interrupting the tranquillity. Aemond was still inside you as his cock was becoming floppy. He peppered your cheeks, jaw and neck with kisses and gently stroked your temple with his fingers. Finally he pulled out of you, causing your mixed liquids to drip down the inner side of your thigh. He went down on you and hugged his face to your womb, looking at it meaningly. You automatically ran your fingers through his silky hair, tattering it slightly.

- Aemond…?

- Hmm…? 

- Would you really father a bastard…? – you were a bit concerned about his reaction to that question, but you had to ask it anyway. He looked at you as if you have just broke off the Christmas tree.

- We'd be already married when the baby would be out. I would never contaminate myself with a bastard, I’m not like my brother – he visibly felt disgusted at the mention of his sibling.

You looked at him confused. You weren't going to allow him to bring your child into this world. The world that was about to be destroyed by the yoke of war. You weren’t so selfish as to condemn an innocent being to such a fate, but Aemond didn’t seem to care about it at all. Apparently, the burden of being the second son and want to leave behind a legacy was greater than you thought. After all, you weren't going to give in to it, as you already planned to ask the Maester for the moon tea. You can never be too careful.

Aemond raised from the bed and brought the bowl with water as well as some cloth. He started to clean you up, gently wiping the sweat and your liquids off your body. When he finished he did the same with himself. After all, he put the vessel aside and pulled you under the covers, wrapping you closely with blankets. You leaned your weary head on his chest, his heartbeat was so steady and calm that you almost fell asleep just listening to it.

- Sleep, my love. Tomorrow my cursed imitation of a brother will be coronated. And after that we will begin the preparations for our wedding – he kissed the top of your head, rubbing it softly.

But Prince Aemond ‘One-Eye’ Targaryen did not suspect yet that before you tie the knot many unexpected events will take place. Many thrilling ones perhaps. And maybe it will take the world’s end to say this perpetual oath.

... and here it is guys! Thanks for reading and I will appreciate any kind of feedback in comments! I have almost finished Chapter 3 by now, I'll post it any time soon and I hope this time Tumblr won't screw things up :p And worry not, Daemon & Aemond duo will come back in some time, but for now story will be more Aemond-concentrated as I have to figure out the wedding crap between him and reader and other thingy things. I also have the concept for the whole series and I'm afraid that every part will contain some kind of smut. But I know you dirty little potatoes love it :p

And... I have a plan to write a quite short, but intense smut with Aemond&Aegon&reader threesome. I'm not a big fan of Aegon at all but he's such a little, filthy shit so I thought this might be fun :p

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If the BSD girls were my coworkers

♡ characters: Kyouka Izumi, Yosano Akiko, Kouyou Ozaki, Gin Akutagawa, Higuchi Ichiyou, Naomi Tanizaki, Lucy Maud Montgomery

♡ synopsis: How would these girls be if they were my coworkers?

♡ cw: Swearing, knives, mentions of sexual harassment

note: Well this took forever to write, my bad lol. Uh I'm working full time rn so my posting schedule is a little silly and goofy ahaha anyways um. Apologies for errors and I hope you enjoy x

If the BSD boys were my coworkers

Kyouka:

She would try her DAMNED HARDEST OKAY

Scarily good at cutting (legally she's not allowed to be cutting stuff because she's too young, but she's good at it so I wouldn't snitch). Like she'll slice up a whole box of lettuce in like two seconds. We would NEVER run out of cuts with Kyouka on board

Also very good at cleaning, would clear out the entire store and kitchen in a manner of minutes

However she's bad with customers. Like REALLY bad. She would either just tell them the entirely wrong thing, falter and run away, stare silently in confusion, or just refer them to me lol

Always appreciative whenever people bring snacks to work and let her have some

Her favourite job is cutting and wrapping stuff because it's what she's best at and it makes her feel more confident in her ability

Constantly amazed by the pricing machine that just spits out price tags (me too queen) and is always so delighted no matter how long she'd been working there

I appreciate her doing her best and I don't care how many times she makes a mistake she will learn and continue as best as she can and that's REALLY what counts

Yosano:

Oh boy.

I'll start by saying that a very large percentage of my patrons are middle-aged to elderly men. Some of them are very polite and nice, sure, but there are...others.

These 'others' would not last half a second under the icy glare of Akiko Yosano. A single suspicious glance/comment at me or any other female staff would have her committing suable actions

She'd also be good at cutting stuff, but probably get a little too zealous when she gets to cut pumpkins (aka use a mallet and a giant knife at the same time)

Absolutely would answer the phone with no hesitations and be able to take orders and stuff properly without any training which is nice

BUT if someone called us asking for empty cardboard boxes or something stupid like that (which has actually happened) she would argue with them and then just hang up T-T

She should honestly be in a management position because she would be so good at that

Yosano has her ups and downs in vegetal retail. But regardless of all that, she would be like. The COOLEST coworker ever on god

Kouyou:

At first I'm not sure if she'd like a job like retail

She'd be like 'I'm really being paid minimum wage to cover my hands in rotten fruits and get verbally abused by pensioners?' (she's so right btw)

But she'd eventually get into the groove of things (probably just because she has nothing else do to) and would actually become quite good at it

She'd be good at organising, cleaning and sorting stuff out to make it look presentable

A respectful AND respectable queen who values neatness and maintains a good rapport with customers...except if they give the rest of her coworkers any shit. Then she's not maintaining as good of a rapport with customers

She's the kind of girl who would ABSOLUTELY talk shit about customers (and other coworkers ngl) in the back lmao

She would always wear gloves because she doesn't wanna get her hands dirty (I hc that Kouyou has perfectly manicured hands and does what she can to maintain them)

Would get frustrated easily though so we'd just have to try not to upset her as much as possible sksjkjfks

Gin:

I have this coworker who's not very talkative and can be a little awkward to talk to some times, but he's a literal godsend and does everything extremely quickly and to such a perfect degree that without him I am complete mess

THAT is Gin as my coworker

Also my coworker is like super nice as well and Gin would be really nice too lol

She would come off as frightening at first though. I get the feeling that a lot of customers wouldn't want to approach her lol

Might be lacking in confidence at first when she starts but she gets the hang of it quickly enough

Probably doesn't tie her hair up properly and is constantly asked about it by the manager

You would never have to ask her to do anything, she'd just be on top of it all and have everything ready

Would never answer the phone even if she were the only one there. She would probably freeze up and panic until someone else came and answered it for her (she really doesn't strike me as a phone person, because same)

Higuchi:

She is also doing her damned best and y'know what? Even if she continuously fucked up, I would forgive her

Even though I know Higuchi is actually very strong and accomplished she's still my favourite girlfailure and I love her

She's pretty good with customers but she would probably falter if one of them started getting mad at her or something (I would defend her guys)

A little bit clumsy, she might drop some things or her cuts might be a little janky, but like honestly the customers can DEAL with it. I feel like they wouldn't probably mind anyway because Higuchi is a pretty likeable person

Always sharing her snacks with her coworkers

Probably late to work a lot of the time but only by a couple minutes, and always makes up for it by staying behind after her shift ends (I wouldn't be surprised if the store actually ended up owing her some hours lol)

Really strong, so people are always getting her to help them lift/carry stuff

Leaves little encouraging/nice notes around for her coworkers because she's a sweetie <3

Naomi:

Naomi haters are gonna get so mad when I say that she'd be a brilliant coworker

We've seen how good at her agency job she is, why would retail be any different?

The best customer sweet-talker ever, would get herself and me out of any and all trouble and the manager would never ever know

Knows how to work all the machines and has memorised each of the numerical codes for each food like a walking dictionary (there's like five hundred of them fr)

Jun'ichiro sometimes visits the store to go shopping and that's the only real issue that Naomi has at work. She will drop everything to spend every second she can with her brother and it's honestly pretty annoying

If she gets overwhelmed she would forget how to do literally anything correctly and might have a bit of a panic moment

Dudes are probably trying to hit on her all the time and she might actually throw food at them I'm not kidding (and I would fully side with her)

She would also be so nice to her fellow coworkers and always encourage them :')

Lucy:

Lucy would consider this kind of work to be spectacularly easy compared to what she had going on in her orphanage and the Guild

Truly a testament to how absolutely shitty her life has been so far (sorry queen I could treat you better <3)

She's pretty good at everything, not perfect but generally quite good. An all-rounder, always getting called in on unscheduled days because she's just the go-to for everything lmao

Not that she would come in on those days, but yk

She would bring snacks for her coworkers but she would never admit it. She'd be like "You can have some if you want I don't care" while having entirely bought them for them lol

If a customer tries to strike up an argument with her or ask for something unreasonable, or try to guilt her into doing things for them (which is surprisingly common actually), they would FAIL

Would store extra stock in Anne's room (and would probably just keep rubbish from throughout the day in there to keep the kitchen clean, until the end of her shift when she can throw it out lol)

Alongside Gin she's EASILY the most valuable and helpful coworker (and also the cutest prettiest one <3)

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Brooklyn Baby

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Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,402

Warnings: Mentions of cheating (not Steve), discussions of sex (no smut).

Summary: After catching her high school sweetheart in bed with another woman, Y/N quickly realizes that moving half way across the country to be with her boyfriend was a big mistake. Stuck in Hawkins for the rest of the year, Y/N has to navigate the struggles of moving to a new town, going to class, and mending a broken heart. However, Hawkins has a certain way of changing a person’s life forever. Will it be the fresh start Y/N desperately needs? Or a nightmare much bigger than a break up?

Author’s Note: I really struggled with this ending for whatever reason, but I just wanted to get it posted so it would stop sitting in my drafts. Hope you guys like it! As always let me know if you want to be tagged in any of my fics!

Part Two

This was not how Steve expected to be spending his first day of 1986. When he woke up this morning, sans hangover for the first time since he was 15, he thought he would walk into work like it was every other day. Watch whatever bizarre artsy movie Robin insisted on putting on, and mess around till closing. What happened instead was a self titled "strange girl", he learned her name was Y/N L/N now, walked into Family Video. Glum and gray like the winter weather outside. Now he was sitting on the floor, munching on Raisinets, listening to her talk about why she moved to Hawkins, and how awful the last 24 hours were for her.

"Wait so let me get this straight. You drove all the way from New York City to Indiana straight, to move closer to this Ryan guy you've been going out with for like half a decade, only to find him cheating on you with some random chick?" Steve said in between bites of the chocolate candy.

"His name is Chris Ryan, but yea pretty much." Y/N sighed, taking a sip of the Coke Steve stole from the store's refrigerator.

"At least the girl was nice, she didn't know we were together. Her name's Jo, she drove me to this gas station to get ice cream after we left Chris's dorm. She told me that she met him in her Communications class. He flirted with her a lot while they were studying for finals, asked if she had plans for winter break. Her family lives in Tennessee, and apparently her parents are going through a messy divorce so she decided to stay on campus. He invited her to a party that weekend, she heard rumors he was good in bed, and they hooked up for the first time then. Notre Dame is huge, so the fact that she heard about him means he'd been cheating on me for awhile, probably with a ton of different women. I don't know how that rumor spread though, Chris is garbage in bed."

Steve and Y/N laughed at that, despite how painful the conversation was for her. Steve passed her some popcorn he microwaved in the back, Keith was gonna yell at him for taking snacks off the store floor again, but he didn't care. When Nancy broke up with him, he wished he had someone to talk too that wasn't 14. To have someone sit around and eat junk food with you and listen to your problems. Anything was better than being alone wallowing in your own self pity.

"Probably spread it himself. This guy I used to be friends with, Tommy Hagan, he started a rumor that he was packing down there. When his girlfriend Carol heard about it, she said it was all true. She used to be a huge gossip queen. All the guys knew it was bullshit though, all the showers at Hawkins High were open concept." Y/N was laughing, nearly in tears.

"Oh god I don't know what's worse about that story, the fact that a guy spread a rumor about his own dick size or the fact you had to shower in open stalls." Steve was laughing now too, it was nice to reminisce about High School, at least the memories that weren't filled with teenage heart break and fighting monsters.

"No, the worst part was that I used to be friends with the guy, he was such an asshole."

"He and Chris would probably be friends then." Y/N had long since taken off her parka, using it as a cushion beneath her. She had her legs stretched out in front of her, leather boots tapping the shelf. She reached inside of her tote bag to grab something, after a moment she pulled out a small polaroid and gave it to Steve. "This is what he looks like, seem like the type to hangout with your Tommy H?"

He looked at the photo, it depicted a tall blonde guy around his age. Clean shaven, all American type, decently muscular. Steve tried not to judge a book by its cover, but this guy looked like a Grade A douchebag. Polar opposite to the girl sitting next to him. Y/N looked like the kind of girl who spent her weekends at an art gallery, drinking lattes at a local coffee shop reading books Steve was supposed to read in High School. He used to beg Nancy to give him a summary of any classic lit they were assigned, Y/N looks like she would genuinely enjoy reading them. Steve couldn't understand why she was with this Chris guy to begin with, but maybe that's what people thought when Nancy and him were together. Back when he wore the crown of King Steve.

"Oh yea totally, shit heads of feather stick together." She laughed again, and Steve thought about how much he liked the sound of it. It was a big laugh, loud and full. Like she wasn't afraid to take up space.

"He looks like a shit head doesn't he?"

"Absolutely, I should know. I used to be kind of a shit head myself. Takes one to know one." Y/N's eyes widened at that, she looked like she didn't believe him.

"That can't be true."

"Well it is true, ask anyone around what Steve Harrington was like the first 2.5 years of high school and they'll tell you." She shook her head, giggling to herself.

"Well I can tell you're not a shit head now, real shit heads can't admit to themselves that they are, or were, shit heads. It's like their brains can't compute with the idea they're anything less than God's gift to the planet." Steve doesn't remember the last time he's laughed this much with another girl before, except maybe with Robin. He's only known Y/N for a day, and yet he feels so comfortable with her. She has this presence around her, something easy and familiar. It's like they've known each other for years, and are just catching up after not seeing each other for while. Not strangers who just met for the first time today.

"God I can't believe I wasted 5 years of my life with him... You know he was always super controlling, never let me have friends who were boys. He was paranoid I was going to leave him for some other guy. Chris had this whole plan that we were going to be together forever, didn't even ask my opinion about it. We were gonna move upstate to the suburbs, have 2.5 kids, a dog, and a white picket fence, and I just convinced myself that it was something I wanted. Even though deep down I knew I didn't. It wasn't the idea of a husband, kids, and a dog that bothered me. It was the idea of just living behind that white picket fence, like I'm some Stepford wife. Anytime I made something for Chris, whether it was a gift, baked goods, or whatever. He would always call me his future little housewife. Like that was all I was good for, a future housewife. Every time he said it my stomach would sink, but I told myself it was fine." Y/N closed her eyes, head leaning against the shelf of VHS tapes.

"And I moved here to be with him, because I loved him. Even if I wasn't too much of a fan of his life goals, I wanted to do it because I loved him. Look where that's got me. Halfway across the country with no friends, no job, and sitting in a Family Video crying over a guy who's full name is just two first names... That's so fucking pathetic. God, you must think I'm so stupid." Steve could tell she was fighting back tears, and that was the last thing he wanted. For a moment he forgot about how upset she was earlier, they were having fun laughing and talking shit about guys they new. It looked like the rose colored glasses were slipping off, and reality was sinking in for her.

"Hey, I don't think you're stupid." Y/N looked at him, doubt clearly written all over her face.

"I'm serious. Listen, I've had my heart broken before, I know what it's like. This guy is a total dick, and you're way out of his league." She started to smile again, and Steve didn't want to lose his momentum.

"It hurts now, but it'll hurt less in the future. I know no one wants to hear it all gets better with time, but it's kind of true. Sometimes you'll see something that reminds you of them, of your time together, and the hurt comes back in full force, but each time it happens it hurts less and less. Until eventually that heart break is only a dull pain, and then it goes away completely." It took Steve a long time to get over Nancy. Every time he saw her in school, walking around town, or holding hands with Jonathan fucking Byers, it felt like he was getting stabbed in the chest over and over again. He knew he was a shitty boyfriend to her, but he did genuinely love her. She was the first girl he ever did love. Now, when he sees Nancy it doesn't hurt to look at her. They have a mutual respect for each other now, can share the same space without overwhelming awkwardness, someone to hunt inter-dimensional monsters with on the occasion. The pain is gone, and now she's just there. Nancy Wheeler, someone he used to love but loves no longer.

"What was her name?"

"Who?" Steve asked, in between sips of his now room temperature Coke.

"The girl that broke your heart?" It's a fair question, given everything she's told him, and that he opened the door for her to ask.

"Her name is Nancy. We dated for a year almost. She broke up with me at a Halloween party, said our relationship was bullshit, that I was bullshit. She was drunk at the time, but when I asked her the next day if she meant it, she said I was being ridiculous. But when I asked her if she loved me, almost begged her to say she still loved me, she stayed quiet. Deep down I knew it was over... And that's when she broke my heart." Y/N placed her hand on Steve's shoulder, a sign of comfort. He wanted to tell her that he was over it. That it's not a big deal, but the warmth of her hand felt nice, and she might take it away if he says anything. So Steve stayed quiet.

"Looks like holiday parties and relationships aren't a good combination for us." A sad chuckle left Steve's mouth, what a coincidence. Halloween and New Years, both leading to disaster.

"Yea, sounds about right. But hey, you were wrong about one thing earlier."

"Pray tell, what was I wrong about?"

"That you didn't have any friends here." She narrowed her eyes at him, not sure where he was going with his train of thought.

"Oh?"

"Yep," Steve said, adding a pop to the end of the p. "We're friends now, don't you think?" He was suddenly nervous. Normally when he talked to girls he didn't get nervous. Even if a girl rejects him, he can usually let it go, get back on the saddle and all that. But now? He really wanted to be friends with her, get to know her better. He didn't want her to walk out that door and never see him again. The thought made his stomach clench.

"We are?"

"Oh for sure, do you think I steal snacks from my employer for just anyone? We're definitely friends now." Y/N giggled. She was glad she met Steve. He was funny, nice, exactly what she needed after what happened yesterday. A breath of fresh air.

"That's true, does that mean I have to steal food from my future employer to really seal the deal?"

"Nah, you don't have too. But, that doesn't mean I would say no if you so happen to decide to anyway." Y/N nodded. She really hoped he meant what he said, that they were friends. If she was going to be stuck in Hawkins until May she really didn't want to do it alone.

"Steve?" A girl's voice rang out from the back of the room.

"Over here Robin!" Steve shouted. Y/N didn't know anybody else was in the Family Video with them, they'd been here for awhile and didn't hear anyone else coming in or out of the store. Steve knew her though, so she must work here too.

"What are you doing? We're about to close... Who's this?" A tall girl with short sandy brown hair and a green Family Video vest came into the isle. She looked between Steve and Y/N, clearly she had no idea another person was in the store either.

"What you mean we're about to close? It's not that late." Steve stood up, brushing off the crumbs from the popcorn he ate earlier.

"Yea, it's 7:55 dingus. We close in 5 minutes." Shit, was it really that late? Steve didn't realize they'd been talking for so long, nearly 4.5 hours. Y/N stood up too, after gathering her belongings on the ground.

"Oh, Robin this is Y/N, she just moved here from New York City. Y/N this Robin, my best friend slash coworker."

"Hi, I'm sorry I didn't realize the time. Oh, and we made a mess. I can help clean up if you guys want? I wouldn't to keep you both here longer than necessary."

"Don't worry about it, I got it. I'm sorry you didn't get a chance to look around for a movie though." Y/N shook her head.

"No, you were more than helpful, thank you for listening to my sob story. I really needed that." Y/N put her parka back on and picked up the empty candy wrappers she had and tossed them into the garbage can.

"I guess I'll see you around?"

"Yea of course, you know where to find me!" Y/N smiled and walked outside of the Family Video. Steve turned to Robin to find her leaning against the front desk, arms crossed against her chest and an expectant look on her face.

"Gonna explain who that was Harrington?"

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[monvante]

tag game: post 3 snippets from published work, and 3 from your wips.

i was tagged by the lovely @theharrowing! since i haven't published any of my works yet, i'm going to share snippets from three of my wips. feel free to ask me about them. i'm going to tag: @axialitae @ugh-yoongi @caelesjjk @wintaerbaer @archivedkookie @ressjeon and anyone else who would like to participate.

lust academia╱ knj x f!reader

Namjoon’s standing by the door, scrolling through his phone, brows furrowed and completely focused on the task at hand.

“I ordered pizza. You can stay for dinner,” he says, so casually you’d barely notice his invitation if it wasn’t for the fact you’re just so hungry. “If you want.”

“Thanks, but.. I was gonna cook myself some dinner-”

He raises his eyebrows, deadpanning at you.

“Didn’t you say your tap water was… I believe the word you used was.. shit?”

He never curses - which earns a heartfelt laugh from you when you hear him say it, with his chest so full.

“Yeah,” your nose wrinkles. “I just don’t wanna take up more of your time, so..” 

You shrug, hands in pockets, feeling a little too small. You don’t like the feeling - like maybe he’s taken mercy upon you and now all you can do is desperately return the favor. 

“Don’t sweat it. You can pay me back some other time.” 

He walks out of the room, just as quickly as he entered. 

You’re kind of at a loss for words. You didn’t take Namjoon for a bad guy, that’s not the thing, but- you also didn’t take him as someone cool and kind. Looking at it now, it makes sense why he intimidates you sometimes: he’s so at peace with himself, in a way you couldn’t ever be.

petite mort ╱ kth x f!reader.

For the most part, Taehyung stayed away from the court and its state of affairs. He didn’t like meddling in human politics and presumed His Majesty would call upon him if needed — no services were off limits.

Except for one small thing, of course. He harmed no children and no women either. Most certainly no one above eighty years old as well — the latter being a preference of his own, given elderly people tasted bitter and rancid, being of no use for a picky vampire such as his own.

It came as a rare, but pleasant surprise when your father had requested his presence at the palace. You had heard of something such as vampires roaming around, though had never truly met one. More often than not, they remained both a myth and a fascination among low income villages outside the kingdom. A few knights had whispered of beings lurking in the shadows, but you deemed yourself far too smart to believe these rumors.

Of course, when Kim Taehyung entered the doors of your sacred home, you were bewildered to learn he was real, and even more bewildered to know your family had kept his existence a secret all along. There was no sign of a single wrinkle in his face, but he possessed a certain wisdom only an ancient person would. 

He would stay for a few weeks in one of the private chambers reserved for the King’s most special guests — which didn’t go beyond some of his favorite cousins and friends. So when the days passed and you’d see the shadows of Taehyung to and fro the palace’s parlors and hallways, you casually glanced his way in curiosity. 

The vampire was forbidden territory, you were no fool. Not even your father had to mention it beforehand. It was simply the way he exchanged a few glances with you that gave it away. He seemed curious too, but unlike you, it was a dark kind of curiosity which could lead to many regrettable moments.

The temptation would last for weeks, each time just a little bit stronger than the previous day. 

fortress of the heart ╱ ksj x f!reader.

You never wanted this. Not a throne, not a crown, not an ounce of your father’s power.

But as the single heir to a mad man, you were crowned Queen, with little to no say in a ruthless game of politics and heirs the second after your father welcomed death with open arms. 

They said he was a mad King. One who trotted into battle twelve years ago and died on the battlefield  ─  in a war which he had crafted with his silver tongue, a cursed touch and an unstoppable temper. Crumbling alongside his men wasn’t as redeeming a quality as he made it out to be, and so you were left with a kingdom in ruins ─ and a rising war ─ when the crown fell upon your head at the age of eighteen.

There was no glory, no death, no poetry that could redeem the acts of mercilessness of your father.

Each year seemed more threatening than the previous one, as rebellions struck the capital and the conditions worsened for your people. There hadn’t been many options left, you feared. One of your ladies in waiting had cowardly suggested you give your throne to your cousin Tyon, Duke of Illyria, but you refused to stand in the shadows of another man yet again.

A noble turned king would grant nothing, aside from all the women eventually succumbing at his feet ─ which you suspected was the least awful of his intentions. Still, rumors around the palace had always created a vile kind of competition between you and the rest of your cousins, who resented you for inheriting something you never aspired to in the first place.

But power was a vicious thing, wasn’t it?

#tag games.

[houseofbrat]

Someone continuing on with their 15 minutes of fame...

I find this whole situation really weird. Or perhaps it’s not weird, just very convenient.

1. I came across this yesterday morning when I saw two videos posted to my YT feed via Sky News. I know things like that can happen to any people anywhere. But it just seemed a little weird that in the initial version I heard on Sky News, it was just about the conversation with Lady Susan Hussey. Just seemed like something that could only have made the news if it was a slow news day or something. When you live in a country (USA) with an opioid crisis, shootings, inflation, culture wars, crazy political shit, police violence, etc., it’s a really low bar for someone to make it on a national news broadcast for something like this. But different country. 

2. I didn’t read/hear anything about the “hair” allegations until I was reading the comments on a DListed post about it. Interesting that the initial tweets about it didn’t mention her hair. It’s almost as if the initial complaint making the rounds wasn’t offensive enough. 

However, the story about LSH moving her hair to see her name tag just didn’t sound right to me. LSH was a lady-in-waiting for THE QUEEN for sixty years. That’s not nothing. Last I recall, no one is supposed to touch the monarch in public unless she touches you first. Due to that, I have a hard time believing Lady Susan just randomly touches people and moves their hair in order to see their name tag. That seems more like something a security officer would be doing to check credentials. By the time you get around to being near the monarch or consort in this case, your credentials should have already been checked by security. Not after. I’ve never met a lady-in-waiting, but I have a hard time believing that they would do more than shake your hand if you’re a stranger. 

3. Then I read what @helenaaurellia wrote about Lady Susan’s family in the transcript, and I think @helenaaurellia is right. It doesn’t make any sense if you know who LSH is. However, most people don’t know anything about Lady Susan, so it’s easy to believe everything she is being accused of.  

4. I came across the massive Messie Condo twitter thread on a fluke when I was looking at other things on twitter last night. The whole scenario makes a lot more sense--even though that twitter feed is long--after reading it. The “witness” Mandu Reid sure did a LOT of interviews on UK media for something that allegedly happened less than 48 hours before. Whenever someone is that organized and gets that many interviews completed in a short amount of time, my first thought is that it is all pr. In this case, it probably is. 

5. There’s a tangential relationship between Meghan and the people involved. One of the reporters who got the first interview can be associated easily not only with the Sussex Squad but Meghan and her strongwrite account. It’s too much of a coincidence. 

6. Lainey reminded us all of Lady Susan’s transgression against Meghan--stating the truth that the marriage will fail. It’s not a coincidence that LSH was singled out then, was it? Meghan isn’t just hitting back at the BRF; she’s hitting back at someone she has a grudge against. It’s not just about attempting to spoil Will & Kate’s Boston trip. She’s settling scores with this. One stone, multiple birds.

I haven’t read all the UK press about this mess. Just haven’t. I don’t dispute that things like this can happen to anyone anywhere. I have a relative who has visited London on more than a hundred occasions for short trips but will tell you that he doesn’t like going to London due to how he has been treated in the past. He’s not a white dude. (Doesn’t have any problem going Frankfurt or Paris though.) 

But there is clearly more to this than the simple victim/perpetrator storyline that has been bandied about already. 

#ask #palace household #pr games #duchess of I WILL NOT BE IGNORED BRF!!! #Twitter #Markle stans

[esther-dot]

"Beneath her coverlets she tossed and turned, dreaming that Hizdahr was kissing her … but his lips were blue and bruised, and when he thrust himself inside her, his manhood was cold as ice."- Dany(ADWD VII).

"Fearing nothing, he chased her and caught her and loved her, though her(CQ) skin was cold as ice, and when he gave his seed to her he gave his soul as well."- Bran(ASOS IV).

Dany dreaming about having sex with Hizdahr and The Night watch brother(NK) have sex with the Corpse Queen who has skin cold as ice. The way I see that Dany is having sex with dead man or maybe death in metaphorical way.

So, une-nuit-pour-se-souvenir has patiently explained many times (because I always forget) that Martin often uses sex as a metaphor for war, so we can look at this dream about sex as Dany going to war with a "dead man."

I've seen spec of Euron being the potential owner of the ice dick since he and Dany seem bound to collide. I don't doubt they will (I have some of that spec in this tag), only, Dany v Jon has much more emotional payoff? Dueling heirs to the Targ dynasty, long lost Targs/the last ones after Dany goes after Aegon, and the end of it all being Stark v Targ as well as Targ v Targ (since Westeros cares about dads but we care about Jon being Lyanna's son too) is just, a nice way to make a meeting and then conflict personally meaningful to the characters and therefore to us, so my tendency was to think Jon. I once wrote a post about Dany and a dead man/dead man's revenge, that's another reason why my mind goes there. So, we could read this strictly as a power struggle.

But, now that you mentioned it, personification of death is part of ASOIAF, we've pointed to Sansa's parallels with Persephone, so we have some myth thrown in there as well which means we could read the corpse queen as a gender swapped version of Hades/Persephone in which, rather than the man tricking the woman into eating a pomegranate seed and thereby sealing her fate, the man gives the woman his seed and dooms himself. That could be a horrible fate, both of those quotes can be read as someone being taken by death. In fact, Martin uses "thrust" a lot with swords, so the cold, seemingly cruel, and violent vibes of Dany's dream def makes sense that way. It could simply be death, as you suggest.

I looked at how rarely, and often in a negative way, ice comes up in Dany's chapters over here, and because of how Martin uses "thrust" with sex and swords, how often swords are euphemism for a penis, it all does feel mixed together to me so I gathered these quotes together:

My thought was a) it doesn’t sound romantic even if it is sexual b) an ominous husband thrusting things into Dany reminded me of these quotes: "Daenerys Targaryen has wed some Dothraki horselord. What of it? Shall we send her a wedding gift?"          The king frowned. "A knife, perhaps. A good sharp one, and a bold man to wield it."  (AGOT, Eddard II) and this  Littlefinger was the last. As Ned looked to him, Lord Petyr stifled a yawn. "When you find yourself in bed with an ugly woman, the best thing to do is close your eyes and get on with it," he declared. "Waiting won't make the maid any prettier. Kiss her and be done with it."                  "Kiss her?" Ser Barristan repeated, aghast. "A steel kiss," said Littlefinger.                  Robert turned to face his Hand. "Well, there it is, Ned. You and Selmy stand alone on this matter. The only question that remains is, who can we find to kill her?"  (AGOT, Eddard VIII) The blend of violence and sex in Dany’s chapters is pretty consistent, and Martin uses swords as a euphemism for a penis, so he has associated this more broadly too. And of course, in Davos chapters we’ve been given the story of a man stabbing a woman in the heart to save the world which gave birth to the “Jon will sacrifice a willing Dany to save the world” takes and would you look at that, our word again: Davos was remembering a tale Salladhor Saan had told him, of how Azor Ahai tempered Lightbringer by thrusting it through the heart of the wife he loved. He slew his wife to fight the dark. (ASOS, Davos V) (link)

I understand all the different interpretations of the passage, I don't even disagree, but I still think it's ultimately also pointing in one, unfortunate, direction. I'm not really sure what to do with the Corpse Queen story tbh, I think I had notes about it and additional passages to read but I lost them in drafts somewhere!

#dot chat

[obsessivelollipoplalala]

I can relate to what the last two anons said I could never make friends in the queen fandom and I see others making friends on here so easily that I feel like there is something wrong with me or I'm just an outcast because I'm shy or weird but the fandom feels very cliquey sometimes

Aw, no, there’s nothing wrong with you for not making fandom friends. All fandoms are cliquey to some extent, and I feel like it’s even worse in small fandoms, such as the tumblr Queen fandom. If you don’t fit in with a clique? Good, it means you’re acting like an adult lol. Seriously, the cliquey shit is so not worth losing sleep over. I had longtime followers unfollow me after I finally got fed up with an extremely immature and cliquey user hate-reading my blog and vagueblogging about me for years lmao, so fandom cliques will turn on you for the dumbest shit and if you say anything against the big name fans—very high school, isn’t it? In general, internet fandom cliques can encourage really petty and abnormal behavior, and I don’t last in them because they get mad the minute someone says, “No this is nonsense and really Online, actually.” It’s like how I left a group chat on insta back when I had my Queen account because I didn’t feel inclined to go along with the crowd in *checks notes*….saying Brian hates Freddie and is homophobic towards him. Really, listening to Online garbage is not worth being in a clique!

Some people do seem to make friends in fandom easily, but keep two things in mind that I previously mentioned: the first one is that it might seem like people are besties on your tumblr dashboard because they reblog each other’s posts and tag each other and stuff, but their online relationship might actually be superficial, and fizzle out the minute one or both joins a new fandom (or those friendships might end easily over really dumb fandom discourse!). The second is that even if you make an actual friend online, they can disappear from your online life pretty abruptly and with little explanation one day, maybe because something happened, or they don’t use tumblr anymore, or whatever.

I know this might not be the answer you were looking for, but all of this is why people should invest more in irl friendships than internet friendships. I’ve been reconnecting with irl friends recently, and man, it feels good. Like I said in another post, too, I feel a lot better keeping to myself on tumblr now, so trust me, getting to know people in fandom isn’t always a good thing lol.

If someone genuinely makes a real, longtime friend through fandom? Great! I just think it happens a lot less often than people think, so don’t feel bad for not having any.

#this makes it sound like I met no good people in the Queen fandom #that’s not true #but yeah in my experience (not just in the Queen fandom) #all of the clique nonsense is way more trouble than it’s worth #replies #Anonymous

[malinthebodyguard]

I posted 1,386 times in 2022

That's 292 more posts than 2021!

85 posts created (6%)

1,301 posts reblogged (94%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 506 of my posts in 2022

#not yr - 83 posts

#yr season 2 spoilers - 46 posts

#malin says - 39 posts

#yr season 2 - 27 posts

#yr spoilers - 18 posts

#yr s2 spoilers - 17 posts

#young royals season 2 - 14 posts

#young royals - 12 posts

#lmao - 10 posts

#young royals spoilers - 8 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#it's an interesting contrast because the relationships they have with wille and simon respectively  are more grounded in that genuine identi

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

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#4

I’ve just noticed how Simon’s plate is completely untouched. It’s placed as far away from him as it could possibly go. Contrast this with Rosh and Ayub, who are both close to their plates and glasses, and it’s clear that they’ve had something to eat and drink.

Maybe Rosh started eating a satsuma to see if it’d entice Simon into eating one too? There’s an unpeeled one on table.

The thing is Simon must be starving. Last time we see him having food is when he’s at the dinning hall in episode 5.  But, quite unlike what we’ve seen with Simon before (did they have to feed Omar in between takes?) we don’t actually see him eat anything. This is even more highlighted in the scene by everyone else at the table seemly playing with the food while he stares into nothing.

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August Quotes the Godfather (again): Performing Power

So, a few weeks ago I made this post, going off on a rant about August’ quoting of The Godfather in the first episode of season one. I’d basically concluded that the quote was both indicating to us the kind of figure August linked himself to (powerful, violent, mafia boss) as well as providing

I was oh-so excited when I saw August quoting The Godfather again in Season 2 Quoting the Godfather once? Understandable, most of the films one-liners have become expressions onto themselves. Quoting The Godfather twice?? That’s some 1970s Pacino fanboy behavior.

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#2

Heavy is the head:The Crown and Young Royals

PSA: Any mentions of Queen Elizabeth and other members of the BRF in this post refer exclusively to their fictional characters in The Crown and not the actual people. I’m not a real PPO and I don’t know these people.

As a fan of both shows, I’ve always felt that Young Royals borrowed a lot from Queen Elizabeth’s characterization in The Crown for Kristina’s character. After rewatching a few scenes from The Crown, not only am I convinced that this is the case, but that I also wanted to compare how these two shows represent monarchy. 

One of the central themes of The Crown is the idea that ‘heavy is the head that holds the crown. In order to be Queen, Elizabeth has to sacrifice herself. This is explicitly stated by Elizabeth’s grandmother in a letter she sends the new Queen after her father’s death in the first season:

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My #1 post of 2022

August Quotes the Godfather: betrayal, vengeance, and loneliness

I’ve always just slightly annoyed at August saying this, whenever someone asks why the Erikssons  are at the party : 

And yes, I know 80% of the things he says are slightly annoying and goddamn Malte for his excellent delivery of the shittiest comments. 

But still, he’s quoting the Godfather at a Gen Z High School party. Of course,  ‘Keep your friends close but your enemies closer’ is now  just a phrase people say, often with no connection to the film that made it popular. 

 But the fact he’s specifically saying it in English makes me think that August was intentionally quoting the film. And it makes sense that he’d know this films enough to reference them. The protagonist is a sly, attractive man, wealthy enough to disregard the law, all while wearing a stylishly pulled-back hairdo  These films are the stories of  rich men, who control everyone and everything around them. Men who make offers that cannot be refused. Men whose pulse doesn’t shake if they have to avenge their father or kill the brother that betrayed him. Female character are either objects of desire or victims of violence, with little to no agency. 

 August quoting this is telling us, the audience, that he’s the kind of person that values and admires this kind of film. But also that to a certain degree that he wants the people around him to know that of him. He knows these movies, and wants to be perceived as someone similar to its leads not just by quoting the film, but by claiming to adopt one of its most famous tenets. 

 We as the audience also know that  this is a performance for him . August didn’t invite Simon and Sara  so he could ‘keep his enemies closer’. His motivation for lying here is strange to me. Yes, Simon is someone he considers below him, but having Simon get him booze from outside is not something that preposterous. It’s even something that another character suggests. But August had asked Simon that favour out of desperation, because he had no way out. I think his unwillingness to admit that is telling about how much August values his perceived power and ability to get what he wants. We also see how meticulous he can be about maintaining it. 

But I think this quote is also a foreshadowing for what’s to come for August. The quote is something Michael Corleone says in Godfather II, a film that examines the rise and downfall of the Corleone family. Betrayal and revenge are some of the key themes of this story. Michael is betrayed by some of the most important people in his life.  The biggest betrayal of all is his brother Fredo’s. 

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #still shocked that y'all liked the godfather post #Siri play the godfather theme

[zoragrace]

THE RULES OF MARRIAGE / COURTING: THE SEQUEL

So, from our last post about courtship, I mentioned in the tags that I would cover how courting with a noble / other royal (ie. Zelda) would be handled by the Zora Court / King Dorephan.

When marrying a lower ranking person, the Zora Court will expect a dowry from the being courting their royalty, out of tradition. For the heir to the throne, Mipha’s expectations for a dowry is not only greater, but the amount is larger, as compared to her younger brother. (Not only that, but Dorephan believes that his children deserve those who will sacrifice for them.) This would change when Sidon becomes heir.

However, if Mipha, specifically, were to pursue someone of equal or higher ranking, like our Princess of Hyrule, Dorephan is prepared to offer an EXTENSIVE AND EXPENSIVE dowry.

Specifically for the Hylian Royal Family, Dorephan’s relationship with the current King of Hyrule is quite close. So, if his daughter wishes to have Princess Zelda’s hand, he will send her with a caravan of their finest works, rupees, or jewels. THERE IS NO PRICE TOO LARGE FOR MIPHA’S HAPPINESS.

PS: If Mipha chooses Princess Zelda, the council will give their blessings unanimously. Nothing would be better for the heir of the Zora throne than the future Queen of Hyrule, and bearer of the Goddess’ blood. (Though, King Dorephan just enjoys Zelda’s presence and finds her delightful.) 

#005 HEADCANONS. #ah we love talking about the court!

[viscountessevie]

For S3 Kanthony: the Queen may have approved of their match, but that doesn’t mean the Ton is going to be anymore welcoming to Kate. Can you imagine how ticked some of those families would be that someone they view as a nobody is now heading a powerful family? Or how about Violet adjusting to someone stepping into her social role? There is so much potential drama here…why can’t we have this on our screen? Also, if Anthony were the only male child, I could see this being a concern. But this isn’t

This is such an old ask so thanks for waiting anon! I think it's related to this ask and the string of posts that had popped up on the main tag a while ago asking for an infertilty storyline for Kathony in S3 (those of you who wanted that are gross af - will explain more later)

When I first got these asks, I did agree these were compelling dramatic conflicts for S3 Kanthony but I just want happily married Kathony in S3. It's a least I deserve after Frannie's recasting and S3 leads.

Something to be noted about this ask is that it was written before the S3 leads announcement 😤 so even if we did get any of these storylines, Pelican is going to overshadow everyone like they've done the last two seasons. That aside, the writing for this show has been objectively god awful and I wouldn't trust the writers to properly complete these arcs well at all.

That reality check aside, let's talk about these potential storylines in a hypothetical world we'd get them:

The Ton's Pushback of Kate:

Yes, it would be interesting to see how Kathony navigates it. And while we did see the Bridgertons' fall from grace last season, it's not going to stick next season. They are pretty untouchable and will bounce back for sure. In that vein, Kate would be protected and the Ton just has to suck up and be nice to her.

Violet Adjusting to Kate being The Viscountess

Okay I know this has mess potential for the conflict of it all and there was a time everyone was saying that Violet and Kate would butt heads running the household. But I can see Book!Violet doing that more than Show!Violet. The latter seems very welcoming and ready for Anthony to marry last season. Girlie was ready to retire is my personal headcanon and it would be more interesting to see Violet guide Kate into the role. Kinda like our version of The Princess Diaries but The Viscountess Diaries ahahha.

Writing this back, I'm realising I just want Kate to be happy in S3 lmao she's suffered too much in her own season already, I don't want anymore drama for my girl.

You're SO right about a potential infertilty sideplot for Kathony. It's so boring, tired and not to mention the optics are going to be shitty. Like let's add one more failure/insecurity for Kate - its like those people who propose these overly angsty canon situations for Kathony are fucked up. Why do yall wanna constantly see these character suffer? I think in fics it's fine but if you overly do it, you might wanna examine that. This isn't just about Kathony fics, across the board I have seen some authors just straight up abuse their so called 'fave' characters in the name of angst it's annoying. Like why do you hate them being happy??

If Shonda does that route with Kathony, she's just as bad and honestly I don't know what to say. She just constantly lets me down with the shows she produces, I have officially given up on her as a creator who champions for her community and characters of colour.

As always thanks for reading this far yall and for this ask, anon!

#bridgerton #kate sharma #anthony bridgerton #kathony #Bridgerton S3 speculation #Kathony in S3 #Sanji Answers #Dani's Stamp of Approval #kanthypants & eldest daughters stamp of approval #kanthypants and eldest daughters gc

[uncouth-the-fifth]

imagine damian and the reader at the wayne gala. he gets jealous when he sees her flirting with someone else. he ends up pulling her into a bathroom and fucking her in front of a mirror while saying that other person can’t treat her like he does

and that’s how the reader finds out damian has feelings for her. all this time he acted like he hates her because he’s in denial

Title: More Than They Ever Said

Paring: Robin!Damian (18+) / Canary!Reader

Tags/Warnings: semi-public sex, oral (f receiving), vaginal sex, bathroom sex, slight underage drinking (reader is like 20 lol), mentions of golf.

Word Count: 7150

Notes: sooooo.... this def evolved beyond a drabble lol. the way gala sex kills me every time 😭 I was a little mushy w Dami here bc I miss his sweet side. This also sounded a lot like goldenspecs12's request from Wattpad, so I hope you don't mind that I meshed the two together 😚 I leaned toward Damian liking the reader more than being in denial, but that’s the only thing I sacrificed between the two requests. This one is my fluffiest and most romantic yet 💖

"can I request Damian w a Queen reader, like she's Oliver and Dinah's child? say the reader is a hero but not very active, like she comes in when her parents can't. so when she and Damian meet, they hit it off. The main request is that they sneak away at a gala held by Oliver and the reader and Damian have sex."

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The party was more fun than you thought it would be.

Benefits were usually chalk-full of old, wealthy people that thought they made good conversationalists. The board members of Queen Industries were tired of Oliver trying to escape their claws, so you’d been recruited in his place. While your dad got to play minigolf in the penthouse’s massive party floor, you were confined to the lounge, playing up what an intelligent, capable business partner you’d be when you were CEO. Fellow businessmen gruffed about their plans with you while their wives cooed and drank, pinching your cheeks.

You thought that you’d hate it, but the attention and the praise was nice. It made you feel like you were helping your dad and your family’s company, which was constantly criticized and judged for it’s choice in CEO. Everyone called your father a lazy silver-spooned idiot, but he was one of the only men in Star City who actually cared. By the time you had Q.I’s biggest donors laughing out of their seats, Dinah’s hands slipped over your shoulders and you were kissed on the side of the face. Thank you, she mouthed, and your position as family support-beam was covered.

Since most of the benefit-goers were at least forty years your senior, you gravitated to your dad. From the penthouse’s upper balcony, you could see his friends circling around the tiny green mats they were using as a makeshift golf course. Usually, Ollie made sure his public persona’s aim was as garbage as his taste in drink was. But tonight, he played as Green Arrow, who never missed. Not once. Especially when it came to Bruce Wayne, who’s golf game was abysmal at best.

But like Oliver, Bruce was a new man tonight. It looked like he was ready to break out the batarangs any minute now. The two men were barely civil about the viciousness of their competition, and if the view of the game from the balcony was interesting, then from below it must’ve been the greatest show of fragile masculinity ever displayed. You had to make fun of them.

The only opening in the circle of men, who all had their hands on their chins as Bruce lined up his next shot, was by the floor-to-ceiling windows to one side of the game. Just one man stood there, hands in his pockets. You slid next to him, unbothered, and squinted at the game.

Everyone in the crowd was dead silent. Bruce was lining up his golf ball so it would roll into a mug a couple of feet away, so you helpfully provided, “A little to the left, Mr. Wayne.”

Your words overlapped with someone else’s. Where you had said Mr. Wayne, they had said Father. Then the man next to you was his son, but...

You would have never guessed it would be him.

Reasonably, you knew that Robin was Damian Wayne. Oliver could be a little loose-lipped at times, and by his judgment you’d been a teenager just a year ago - what could a twenty year old do to Batman’s secret identity? Not much.

Until you saw Robin without his mask.

Damian was achingly beautiful. He was your age, but he stood and talked like he was much older. There was an angle to his shoulder that made him seem astute and sexy. His eyes fixed on you when you spoke at the same time, and they were a surprising mossy color that jumped out against his tan skin, like plants flourishing out of rich soil. There was just enough blue in them to make him seem haunting. Any moment, you felt like he was going to corner you and whisper your future throatily in your ear.

Looking into them, those piercing eyes, for longer than a second made you want to blurt, “You’re much prettier without your mask.”

But that would expose his secret to every golf-loving idiot in earshot, so Oliver had been wrong. A twenty-year-old like you could do fatal damage to Batman’s secret identity, but for Damian, the short-tempered, snappish leader of the Teen Titans, you would risk anything.

Damian stared, and you stared. He squinted, wet his lips, then turned back to the game. This was your only acknowledgment that he recognised you. His voice was deeper, smoother, than you remember it. “Queen.”

You shifted in your shoes, almost laughing in shock. “...Wayne.”

The game grew boring and Damian didn’t say anything else, so you said nothing too, sneaking glances at him. The last time you’d spoken to Robin had been in costume, when he’d thanked you for assisting with a mission. He’d really been thanking you for standing up for him. You didn’t team up often with the Titans, but when you did, you found that they were unusually snappy and mean with their leader. Not necessary on purpose, but you could tell that Damian couldn’t take as many bites as he pretended to. Standing up for him had been a simple thing. The good thing to do. Now, with that look in his eyes, it almost felt like he still thought about it.

He must have, because the kiss you shared at the end of that mission had glowed with heat. To be fair, you both may have believed you were going to die (before the team pulled through and saved you), so it could’ve been a heat-of-the-moment thing. But this was Robin - if he didn't want to kiss you, he wouldn't. And yet he did.

You’d kissed. And the energy of that kiss lingered between you now, drawing you closer together, putting tiny smiles on your faces. He was cute. Cuter without that mask on.

You stood in the stupid golf silence, feeling foolish. Flirting with boys was much easier in fishnets. It didn’t help how fine Damian’s profile was. He had soft, feathery lashes that occasionally touched down on beauty marked cheeks. His lips were even fuller from the side, forever drawn in a curious line. And those eyes, when they caught yours and danced away again, were much too nice to hide behind a mask. You couldn’t get that thought out of your mind.

When Bruce finally made his move, you leaned in to whisper something to each other at the same time, accidentally knocking shoulders.

“I - apologies,” Damian flushed.

“Oh, um, my bad,” you rubbed awkwardly at the spot where you’d collided. “...You were going to say something?”

Damian’s eyes flicked to your fathers, then to you, unimpressed. He lowered his voice so only you could hear. “They’re awfully hypocritical, don’t you think? Father snaps at me everytime I use my skills in public, and yet he’s putting with perfect aim like it’s not the very same.”

Chuckling, you rolled your eyes and scooted closer, ducking your voice into the bubble between your bodies. “My dad’s the same way. Don’t aim in the house, he says, unless it’s him trying to beat Bruce Wayne.”

Your company’s shoulders turned sideways, leaning into you. His breath ghosted the hair on your neck, standing it on end, and again that silky voice sent tingles down your spine. Damian must change his voice as Robin, because he never spoke like this then. So huskily, so low.

He shook his head. “Unbelievable.”

You watched him. He watched you. You ran your tongue over your teeth, and Damian subtly adjusted his slacks from his pockets.

At the same time, you asked each other, “Would you like to get a drink?”

_

Your hiding place was a loveseat in the lounge, between more businessmen and their ditzy heirs. The bartender was your family’s, so he smiled and turned down your request for a drink, courtesy of your dad’s strictness. Luckily, he didn’t recognise Damian. You watched him order it at the bar, his rings catching the light, the muscle in his arms peeking out from under his blazer.

“I think he suspected I wasn’t of age, so he only gave me one.” He took the place next to you, propping his ankle on one knee and lounging out like a panther. Damian offered the cocktail to you, once he’d decided the coast was clear. It was a cute gesture. “Is that acceptable?”

You fished a five dollar bill out of your purse. “Only if you take this for paying. Don’t think I didn’t see you try and sneakily get that past me.”

Damian scrutinized the bill, then you, somehow managing to be a smartass without opening his mouth. Instead of thinking about how nice it would feel to kiss the slight crease between his brows, you traded hands with him so the bill was in his and the drink was in yours. The gentle brush of you palm to his knuckles put way too many butterflies in your belly.

You talked about everything and anything. About home, family life, your cities. The best of it was when Damian dipped his head so only you could hear him, keeping your secrets close and your bodies closer. This was the only way he talked about Robin, so you circled back to any vigilante subject you could think of just so Damian would keep purring into your ear like that. Better yet, he was smart. Talking to him was engaging, and within minutes he'd entranced you, so you sat there talking for more than an hour. Around you, the party rotated and went on.

At one point, you took a drink of the cocktail and passed it to him to share. Damian placed his lips right where yours had been, licking up the cocktail salt and gulping it down slow, adam’s apple bobbing, like it wasn’t the taste of the vodka he was savoring.

Eventually, your bliss was broken. Damian was called over to his father, again, to discuss business, and he left you with your remaining cocktail and the memory of that mission. You couldn’t find a reason to move from your seat. When you’d realized that you and Robin had been led into a trap on that mission, it’d been too late, and your efforts to escape became more and more futile. All you could do was pray the Titans got to you on time. Robin had offered you his glove as the walls closed in, and you’d watched up-close as he assumed you were both about to die. The fear in his eyes was strange - like it was familiar to him. At the same time, you cupped his neck and he held your upper back, and you’d kissed fervently, sweetly.

Damian had put his forehead to yours, and promised even as the trap shrunk around you, “You were excellent. More excellent than they ever said.”

In the big picture, it was a strange last remark to make, and afterwards you’d been too happy about surviving to think about it. But in the moment, you understood. You were understood. Somehow, Damian had reached into your soul and gouged out the words you’d been dying to hear, from your parents, from anyone, and uttered them to you with burning conviction. Maybe it was the adrenaline, or maybe he meant it. Damian found you excellent. Someone, somewhere, didn’t think you were a failure.

Odd, how you’d never seen the face of the man you thought you’d die with (until now), and yet he saw you so easily. You watched him follow his father into the party crowd now, wondering. The Titans had saved you before you could ask what he’d meant. More importantly, before you could tell him the same. He was excellent.

_

Once you’d finished off your drink, you left it at the bar and grinned evilly at your family bartender. He rolled his eyes and slyly delivered you another, which, on your superhero schedule, would not have you drunk yet. Another heir to some big company was seated at your right, ignored by his father enough to look for some small talk with you.

He was one of the cute, nerdy types that were usually in awe of you. Girls, available girls, were typically rare at these kinds of parties, so he took you not having a boyfriend as permission to flirt with you. Unfortunately for him, your seat gave a perfect angle on Damian across the party floor. He was impressing the wives of Wayne business partners, who flocked around him like they’d flocked around you, pinching his cheeks. You could almost read their lips enough to guess what they were saying. What a handsome young man you are! Oh, Bruce must be so proud.

“...and then my father flipped over his kayak! Would you believe it? Two thousand dollars, thrown right in our family’s lake.” Your company snickered, howling at his own story.

You circled the rim of your glass, watching how Damian tried to teach some of the women phrases in Arabic. Unknown to them, they were some pretty funny swear words. It threw you into a bout of giggles, and the man next to you kept talking, spurred on by the noise.

The flock of hens around Damian receded, and his shoulders slouched in relief. That was cute, too. It wasn’t often that people understood how draining these parties were, but for people like you and Damian, it was a racetrack of endless, boring circles. Everything was a formality. Few things were genuine. Damian turned, and you caught his eye to let him know you were going to meet him. He nodded toward a side hall, his mouth a curious line again. If you looked at it long enough, it felt like a smile when he mouthed, escape?

Your company was still talking. He stopped when you grabbed his tie and planted a pity-kiss on his cheek, waving to him as you bounced away. “Sorry, kid. Not my type.”

_

You planned to bring Damian to the secluded balcony on the second floor to unwind, but instead, you were taken by the wrist and maneuvered into an empty powder room. It was colder than the steaming party air and smelled like champagne, with couches to sit on and mirrors to powder at. For a bathroom, the lights were warm and low. The noise of the party went quiet the instant the door was shut, like you and Damian had entered your own little world. No more circles. No more back and forth.

“Here,” Damian said, noting the mirrors. He tilted his head as he asked, like he was nervous, “Is this acceptable?”

“It is the ladies powder room, but I’ll give you a pass, since you’re cute.” You joked. Damian didn’t make a move to relax on one of the couches yet, hanging in front of you like there was more he wanted to say. There was more you wanted to say, too, but no good words came to mind.

But the silence wasn’t awkward. Again, Damian stared, and you stared. The glass he brought with him was set down. He put one fist on the counter beside the door, and like honey had been poured on your nerves, you realized how easy it would be for him to push you up against it. Kiss you senseless. Heat drooled off of him this close, and you wondered if he’d still lean in to whisper to you even if you were alone.

The lack of words drew to a point where something had to be said, anything, but his eyes felt so good on your skin and it was interesting to see him nervous. Something strange told you that Damian liked the silence, too.

You wet your lips with your tongue. Damian cleared his throat, and took a sip from his glass. “Was I interrupting something?”

“Between me and that guy?” You smiled gently, like you were reassuring him, and laughed to yourself. “Oh, man, you should’ve seen it, Damian. Poor kid really thought I was flirting with him. He’d totally convinced himself, it was hilarious.”

His profile was tense in the mirror, which you stole glances at to watch how the amber light played on his handsome skin. When Damian swallowed his drink, his throat rolled in the sexiest way, and immediately your mind fed you with visions of suckling, kissing, tonguing his neck.

“Why’d you ask?” Your eyes sparkled. Damian drew a step closer, and you used the opportunity to swipe a drop of alcohol from the corner of his lip with your thumb. “You jealous?”

It was the touch or the suggestion that made Damian pause. He didn’t stutter, but lagged over what to say, eyes vast and wanting as they raked over your face. “I don’t get jealous,” he clarified, “but… I do intend to be the only man to kiss you tonight.”

Damian’s hand took your chin. Your belly exploded with instant arousal, hitting you like a bullet of liquid lust. “You’re the only man who’s kissed me like that,” you whispered, taking his tie in hand. “I hope that’s always true.”

His voice had gone throaty. “May I kiss you again?”

Again, he reminded you.The two of you had kissed before, and it had been spectacular, terrifying, and excellent.

“Please,” you said, and Damian rushed to your aid.

Not a moment more was wasted. Curling his tie into your fist, you drew him in, slow and deep and wonderfully. Damian’s cologne hit you before his lips did, and both made your core throb for friction. Two broad hands slammed your hips into the door. His fingertips smoothed up the fabric of your dress, pressing you back and squeezing you in until you could feel his belt buckle against your belly. Damian was a sweet, magnetic kisser, chasing your lips like he was on a crusade to save them. Each time they met, he swam deeper. The point of his nose bumped against your cheek. You hummed your laugh against his lips, and Damian groaned as he pulled away, readjusting, twisting, testing the limits of the kiss. And you followed him at every step or more, revelling in his taste.

You didn’t want him to think you wanted the kiss to end, so you drew the hands braced under his blazer around his neck. Soon, that didn’t feel close enough, so you cupped each side of his face and pecked Damian until you were breathless. He brought you in until your arms were flat to his chest, the kiss almost vertical in its intensity.

He groaned when you parted, gasping and blinking just inches from your face. Your mouths were still connected by a thick string of drool, which hung until it split and clung to Damian’s chin and fell, marking a wet strip down into his collar. You panted, watching it go.

Damian left your waist to hold your wrists, keeping your hands around his face. He settled warmly into your touch, basking in it, and the pure enjoyment on his face made you smile. You wondered if anyone else had cared for him like this. If Damian had ever felt someone hold his face and treasure it. The thought gave you a strange urge, so you followed it.

You brought Damian’s brow level with your mouth and sweetly kissed his forehead. Then his nose bridge, then his temples. His face was so quickly warm that you giggled. In the most unsubtle way possible, Damian drew back his hips so you couldn’t feel the heat there, and closed his eyes, begging you to continue.

“I want you,” you whispered against his jaw.

Damian shivered. “You have me.”

You shifted one hand to his shoulder, giving yourself more room to nuzzle and kiss his neck. The line of drool was still there, so you cupped his skin and tilted his jaw up, and in one stroke, licked all the way to his earlobe. Damian’s moan poured from his mouth like a growing flood. You even felt his thighs press together between you, and pleasure tingled in your throat when he choked at the glide of your tongue.

He released your wrists, reached beside you, and locked the door with an audible click.

Then, Damian devoured you. Both hands hooked around your back, arching your chest into his, and finally, bringing his bulge between your hips. You clung to him for dear life, helpless as his teeth pressed into your neck like a vampire. Damian fed like one, too, suckling the skin there like he was starved. Your panties were so wet that you were desperate to get out of them, grinding your core against his.

Damian retreated, gasping. He licked the spit off of his lips and glared into your eyes. Bluntly, he said, “I want to eat you out.”

Once more, you kissed him, delirious with excitement. Your lungs burned for air, but your core burned harder for him. “Take off that suit and you can do whatever you want to me.”

His eyes gleamed. “I plan to.”

Quickly, you shoved your hands into his sleeves and pushed them off his shoulders, giving you a crisp glimpse at his carved shoulders. Damian's fingers blurred from button to button, but he saved the last for you on purpose. You worked in tandem and with little thought. If he could, Damian would steal a kiss, and you would bite his lip and chase him into more. When that last button was popped, his white button-down parted for a gorgeous plane of hard-earned muscle. His abs, ribs and pecs were pockmarked with scars, shrapnel marks and in some places, bullet holes. You stopped.

At your staring, Damian pressed his lips together.

“It's.. not appealing, I know,” he monotoned.

“No,” you disagreed, palming his stomach, “it’s impressive. All these do is show how strong you are, how long you've survived. You're so… built...” you didn't hide your thorough examination of him, “...I mean, we have to be to do what we do, but still… It suits you. It's sexy.”

You worried you'd ruined the moment with your babbling, but he glimmered under your praise. Damian brightened in the way only Damian could, smirking devilishly and towering over you like a supervillain.

“Sexy?” He pressed his naked chest into yours, whispering hotly in your ear. You could feel his silk tie pinned between you. “Does that mean I'm your type?”

You rolled your eyes. “Eavesdropper.”

“Temptress,” Damian replied, just as easily.

To claim your title, you found Damian's belt and pulled on it until the clasp gave. It made a satisfying whipping noise as you ripped it off of him, shouldered into his space to grab his waist in one hand, and cupped his throbbing boxers in the other. Damian's sigh came hoarsely and wanton from his mouth.

“Fuck me,” you demanded, grinning with delight.

Instead of wasting time on a response, Damian fell to his knees, a faithful worshipper. He did the gentlemanly thing and helped you kick off your heels. The tile was icy on your bare feet, but it only mattered until Damian ran his hands up your thighs. Sliding his fingers underneath the fabric, he bunched it up your middle, peering up at you smugly through his lashes. You could feel the debauchery of it - Damian, on his knees, tie hanging still from his neck, pinning you to the door. You, your legs spread and wanting.

Damian sucked in a breath. Your panties had an obvious wet patch, put there by him. He thumbed it carefully, watching your brows tense and your eyes close, basking in your initial whine. All of it enchanted him. You were soaking because of him, trembling because of him, marked because of him. There was not one place he would rather be than here.

Damian collected your sweetness and sampled the taste on his thumb, trapping it behind his smug smile. He ran his tongue over his teeth, spreading the flavor around his mouth, savoring it. As Damian rolled your underwear down your legs, his cock twitched in his open fly. You were beautiful. Oh, he was going to enjoy this.

“Put your leg over my shoulder,” Damian ordered, smirking, “I want to taste you.”

Warmth exploded in your cheeks. “G-go ahead.”

Gradually, you situated your leg across his back, pussy tensing at the touch of the cooler air. This didn't matter for long. Damian's warm lips nuzzled and kissed the thigh closest to him, painting messy reflective circles on your skin with his kiss. Even that made your legs tense wildly, so Damian shoving his wet, blazing tongue into the folds of you cunt pumped moan after moan from your mouth.

“Damian!” You yelped.

Oh, he definitely liked that. Damian pinched your ass and used his mouth so passionately that his head shook back and forth. He darted right for your clit, sucking it until his cheeks were hollow and humming smugly between your legs with every squeal. Parting your folds with one hand, Damian kissed your core just as dirtily as he'd kissed you. The dangerous glint in his eye never faded. He plunges his tongue inside you in earnest, slurping obscenely, purposefully. There's no need for Damian to shoot you cute looks or put on a show - his skill was the performance, because that skill was unbeatable. Your pussy was already tender, fucked nerveless by Damian's filthy mouth. He vibrated your cunt with a deep groan before he drew away, face dripping with slick like a pornstar’s.

“You're suitably wet,” he said, matter-of-factly, “would you like me to use my fingers?”

All the strength you had went into a weak, pleading nod.

Damian was polite enough to grant you your bearings first, letting you grip his hair and squeeze the counter before he resumes. You give him the sweetest, most precious whine when Damian licks you open again. He wisely starts with one finger and builds from there, earning you with pumps and curls of his digits. Damian's talents quickly become a currency, one that you exchange with mewls and pants of praise.

“So good,” you whine, “oh, fuck - fuck, just like that…”

Damian smirks between your legs, jamming his fingers faster into your sore pussy. Lust sizzles low in your gut, ramped up again and again by his thrusting. It’s so powerful that you roll and buck off the door, your hips in his face. You want him - want him more than you want anything.

“You're ravaging,” Damian hums between licks. His eyes are closed, but that only gives the way he touches you more meaning.

It’s so surprising from his mouth that your hold on his hair slips, setting Damian free. He pants, catching his breath, and it’s easily the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen in your life. The effort has slouched him from his knees to his calves, further spreading his legs and opening up the fly of his pants. A solid bulge has formed and spilled out there, straining to escape his briefs like an arm in a sling that’s too small, way too small, for someone of his size. Three of Damian’s fingers are still twisting inside of you.

Slowly, Damian tipped back his head and hung down, arranging himself beneath your cunt. “So beautiful.” His free hand splayed where your leg met your hip. “May I touch you?”

“I-I get it’s the gentleman thing to do, to - to keep asking, but fuck, Damian,” you cursed, “you can do whatever you want to me.”

Damian’s intense jade eyes were so dilated that you could barely make out the color. He dragged his cheek against your thigh, fingers still circling inside you, and grinned like a shark. It was probably a bad idea to give the heir to the Demon’s Head that much power over you.

His other hand squeezed your skin, slow to passionate, from your belly to your breasts beneath your dress. It’s clear by the way Damian looks at you that he loves what he sees. The texture of his veiny, calloused hands feels good on your waist and ass, dragging you closer to him. He chuckles when your back arches, when your nails press into his hands, his back muscles, throwing himself into his task. Damian’s nose prods your folds as he licks you clean, tongue dipping and sliding against your sore clit. It’s like he’s done this for you before, in this exact way. Though he utilizes his tongue the most, his lips too are brutal, matched perfectly to fit your pussy lips.

But that tongue - how Damian’s jaw isn’t tired, you don’t know. He parts your folds and latches onto your clit, flicking his tongue at superspeed until drool and cum bubbles from your sensitive core. Your back winds tighter at every vibrating lick, paralyzing the muscles in your legs with glorious pleasure. It’s so exquisite you start to melt to the floor like warm clay, only to be bolstered back up by Damian, both hands viciously squeezing your ass. He keeps going not for you, but himself, sucking down every last drop of your juices.

Shattered, you twist hopelessly into his mouth, chasing the strained feeling like it’s the last you’ll ever glimpse. “Fuck, fuck - D-Damian, ah…”

“Did it feel good when I made you cum?” He teases, “It certainly tastes good. All those filthy little noises you make for me…” Damian shakes his head at himself, like it’s too fantastic to indulge again. He leaves your clit with a satisfied kiss. “Beautiful.”

Once more, the words are surprising to hear from him. You always considered Damian the prude type, but here he is, on his knees for you, mouth and chin glittering with your juices while he teases you in low, sexy tones. At your surprised look, Damian has the gall to blush.

With his ring finger in his mouth, he ponders, “If a man has never said that to you before...” pop, “consider me surprised.”

“Never while finger-fucking me, at least,” you admited, legs still trembelling. “It was sweet. You… you meant that?”

It was hard to imagine Damian Wayne finding anything beautiful. Even you, who was pretty enamored with him, figured he would judge by quality or skill, not beauty. The words tasted new on his tongue.

Slowly, Damian stood and stretched, his shoulders tight after staying in the strange position for so long. Lifting his arms coincidentally let his waistband sit lower on his hips, flashing his green boxers your way while showing off the huge, carved muscles of his arms. Truly, Damian’s subtlety was unmatched. You didn’t mind his miniature bragging fest - not when he had so much to brag about. Eating you out had put an excited shimmer in his skin, so the gold-toned lights of the room reflected sexily off his sweat, already accenting his kissable tan.

“I did,” he told you, moving on to his sucking middle finger. His other hand played on your thigh, stroking it. “I’ve always been… drawn to you. Every mission we’ve had together. I have a profound feeling that we are very similar.”

You laughed. Not at what he said, but the timing of it. “Would you believe me if I said I felt the same way?”

Damian made a face like his heart was doing jumping jacks. “A few hours ago? No. But now…” he barricaded you against the door, first with his hands and then his hips, closed in so tightly that you had to look past your nose to meet his eyes. “Your crush is adorably obvious. I’m annoyed that I didn’t see it before.”

Your rounded your hands against Damian’s shoulders, then his tie. It twisted nicely around your fingers, silky and cold in comparison to your flushed skin. You were tempted to fix your dress, but nothing, not even the world ending, could make you leave this room.

“My crush is obvious? Damian, all you’ve done for the last two hours is sneak me drinks and imply how much easier it is to be around me.” You grinned, “What’d you say earlier? There you are, Queen. Finally, someone intelligent enough to speak to me.”

Damian shrugged. “It’s true. Your knowledge of bioluminescent ocean life is fascinating.”

“I can’t believe you said that after giving me head for ten minutes.”

“It’s actually been closer to twelve,” Damian smirked.

Playfully, you pinched Damian’s cheek, then pulled him by the tie into a starved, energetic kiss. He must’ve been praying for your permission to continue, because the plan he’d been forming is quickly put into action. You’re hugged, arms scooped under your back as you kiss him. Damian surrenders his mouth to a bit of revenge tonguing while undoing your dress. No amount of kissing will pull him from his task, but your hand is a special case - it smooths down the front of his boxers and Damian melts.

“Y/N,” he groans.

Damian petulantly resists the temptation to close his eyes, but your touch is soft and sweet, demanding him to yield. Your lips suckle on his neck and Damian’s knees buckle. If getting his mouth between your legs didn’t turn him on, then this will finish him for sure.

“I missed you. Kissing you.” You purr into his throat. “One could never be enough for me.”

Is this what it’s like to be wanted? Damian asked himself. The only possible answer thrilled him, and he found himself pouring even more passion into the kiss, into you, wanting to share that rush of affection. You respond to his every touch with vigor. Damian’s heart stalls each time your thumb strokes his face, each time the other strokes him through his slacks.

“Me either,” he rasped, and helped you out of your dress. His tone was shy, but his words held too much depth to be meaningless. I want a wealth of them. I always want to kiss you, was what he wanted to say, but Damian was too embarrassed to raise the words. This moment was too special to ruin with his hopeless romanticism. He kissed you again and again, and to his amazement, you kissed him right back.

“Fuck me,” you begged him between breaths. “Right here. I don’t care if we’re caught.”

I don’t care if we’re seen together. I want to be seen with you, I’m not ashamed of you.

Damian cupped your face and almost knocked you both over with the strength of his kiss. Nose-to-nose, eyes closed, he commanded, “Bend over the fucking counter.”

In a blink, Damian turned and there you were, open and waiting for him. The sink was hip-level, so the bend was nothing but perfect - Damian could fuck you from behind and watch your lust-blown reflection without issue. Your perfect pussy drooled leftover cum down your legs, making your sex shine in the light.

In the mirror, you watched Damian’s eyes darken in delight. His pupils followed the line of your ass to your back, appreciating it like an artist would, like he intended to paint you later and needed to memorize the greatest shapes of your figure. The marble was icy against your hard nipples, which Damian had exposed when he’d impatiently shoved down your bra. Now, he cupped one of your breasts as he bent over you, kissing and suckling his way down your back.

“Perfect,” Damian hissed.

Shyly pressing your butt back against him, you buried your face in your arms and bit your lip, waiting for him to open you up. Damian’s shadow came to hover over you, and in the mirror his eyes were vicious, pools of circling sharks. “Are you ready?”

“Mhm,” you nodded. “Take your time.”

Though you weren’t being sarcastic, Damian took it that way and pinched one cheek of your ass. “With you? I will.” Then, with the same smoothness, Damian asked, “Condom?”

“Pill,” you replied, and Damian nodded his approval.

His pants rustled as they fell down his legs. Where you couldn’t see, Damian committed the sight to memory - his cock in hand, your pussy spread open, all for him. You squeaked when his hot tip touched your cooling clit, and squeaked again when it glided down your pussy and tested your opening. He knew he’d found the way when you winced.

In an unsurprising moment of compassion (for those who truly knew him), Damian kissed the top of your head and offered you his hand. “Would you like to hold it while I…?”

You took his hand and squeezed it to your chest, squeezing him closer in the process, too. “Thank you. Go slow, for this part…”

Damian complied. His sweat-sticky chest hovered warmly over your back. Even if Damian was big, you were wetter than you’d ever been in your entire life - any pain would quickly slide into pleasure. He braced himself with a deep inhale, and a hot, sharp sensation told you that he’d entered you. Where you choked in a needy gasp, Damian poured out his version of a whimper. You both held it. Then, breath by breath, you were struck with the realization that you’d been dying to feel this for weeks, for months, and only now was that heat being satisfied. Damian’s tongue and fingers had come close, but this is what would cure that aching emptiness - his big, girthy cock.

The deathgrip you had on Damian’s hand loosened. “You look perfect,” he murmured into your hair, instantly making your core flutter. “Oh,” he chuckled filthily, “you like that? Funny, how badly that idiot at the bar wanted to be in my place right now…but it’s me who gets to pound into—”

“Damian,” you warned.

He smiled smugly against your neck. “Nothing.”

Dutifully, Damian withdrew his hips, taking all of the heat with him. When he rolled back in, a hot, tingling sensation roared over all of your senses, and you let the moan at the top of that tsunami loose. It was clear that he couldn’t fuck you like he wanted to with one hand fished down at your side, so he glued both to the base of your back and started to thrust in earnest.

“So full...” You mewled, and Damian became a human pile-driver.

Your head seemed to roll off your shoulders with every crazed, rhythmic slam, so you grabbed the faucet and held on for dear life. Every slap was so loud, so powerful, that you prayed this one random bathroom in the penthouse was soundproofed. Anyone walking past would know you were getting railed out of your mind. You tried to compensate by moaning and squeaking quietly, but with force came volume. It didn’t matter how silent you were, Damian’s hips, your ass, the squelch of him inside you - each noise filled the bathroom, echoing off the tile.

The only way you could think to describe him was filling. First, there was the hot, cinching tension of his hands fused to your waist. Then there was his cock, which begged to be squeezed more and more with every pass. You responded to each throb with a mighty clench, which bent Damian over you like an animal, gasping for breath. His balls were painted with your slick. The closer you came to orgasm together, the closer Damian came to you. His hands migrated to higher on your sides, then up by your shoulders, then around you, where Damian kissed your back and rubbed your belly while he made love to you. He talked more than he moaned. Your ear was filled with sweet nothings, with vicious promises of what he would do with a whole night alone with you.

Damian’s reflection was wild with lust. He met your eyes as he fucked you, whispering how beautiful you are, how good you take his dick. His deep green eyes were so dark you couldn’t make out the brown in them anymore. The long muscles on his arms drew taut with each thrust, making his biceps bulge and pin your hips to the sink. Soon enough, a bruise would form from the pressure. One of many treasures from tonight - you would be thinking about Damian in his crisp suit for months to come, and the mess he’d become with you now even longer. Your pleasure built and built and built, like a nail struck further into the ground with a hammer. A very, very big hammer.

“M’ cumming,” Damian husked, slowing his plowing to a sloppy glide. Even his endurance was spent, and you were glad he’d spent it all on you. “Where d’ you…?”

You braced your hands on the counter, then on one of Damian’s. Together, you smoothed his digits down your stomach and between your soft, abused folds. “Inside me, please, please please—” you begged him, “fuck, a-as deep as you can go.”

As a test of your flexibility, Damian turned in and kissed you. Just as he parted your lips with his tongue, he parted your folds with his fingertips, overriding your clit as his cock throbbed inside you to the hilt. He took the invitation as a command. Damian pressed in until you could feel his abs mold to your ass, then stuttered his hips in quick, agonized dips to get himself there. With his fingers and his cock putting stars in your eyes, you finished first.

The white marble counter fizzed in your vision, until all you could see was that powerful, endless white, humming in your mind’s eye. Still, Damian wasn’t finished yet. You bumped your temple against his chin and hummed, “Cum for me, baby… fuck, a-ah!”

Your pussy’s throb raced and raced until it spilled over, pulling Damian right under the current. One clench and he was done for, so the velvety, periodic squeeze of your cunt emptied his store. You hung there, spasming in unison, until that overwhelming heat spurted in a ring around Damian’s cock and flooded out of you. Only then did his fingers stop on your clit, and you settled warmly in each other's arms and tried to remember your names and who you were.

Damian pulled out, then snuggled back in. He would’ve been nervous any other time, but he’d just put his dick inside you, so a little instinctive cuddling could be forgiven. On shaky legs, you turned around and sunk into him. You could tell by how he was eyeing the sink that he was desperate to get clean again, so with one kiss (on the cheek), you set Damian loose.

In companionable silence, Damian cleaned up and you collected the clothes abandoned on the floor. Staring at the corner where you’d just had the best sex of your life put an embarassingly pleasant warmth in your chest. Interesting, how one terrifying moment could become something as special as this. Fascinating, how you’d felt like you’d known him all your life.

“You know… I think you’re excellent, too.” You told him, finishing off the knot for his tie.

Damian dipped his head to hide his smile, but something so bright was impossible to hide.

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