#strong reader

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

You know, it would be interesting for me to read the gloomy Disney characters. By the type that the Reader accidentally enters the Disney world. Or is already in this world. For example, a man! The Evil Queen× reader. Just imagine that the mirror says that the most beautiful is the reader and the man!The evil Queen was interested.. Well, or dark! A man!A Disney princess who believes in love and believes that the reader is his true love and that the reader should belong only to him.

Sorry for the bad English

Don't apologize

You're perf, babes

Yandere!Genderbent!Evil King x GN!Reader x Yandere!Genderbent!Snow White

CW: Death, obsessive behavior

"Magic mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?" The vain king asked his enchanted mirror as he often did whenever his pride was wounded. King Hadewig was the envy of men and women. Cold and beautiful, his features were cut like an ethereal ice sculpture. Intelligent, talented, and ruthless, most everyone either wanted to bed him or be him. However, his power was not guaranteed for long.

Hadewig was King only by responsibility, and not by actual title. His title was, legally, Prince Consort. He married his, now deceased, wife when he was a young bachelor, and she was the only eligible bachelorette of suitable status as a widow. Being so much older than him, it was an "unfortunate", but not "unsurprising" passing of the crown when the Queen died and left her son in Hadewig's care.

The only reason the child wasn't immediately crowned king was because of Hadewig's charm and influence, convincing the court that the young Prince Snow was too irresponsible to rule the country. But it was difficult to continue that lie going, even with Hadewig purposely keeping Snow ignorant of his future kingly duties by treating him as a servant, for now the boy was twenty years of age, and truly should have not only been coronated years ago, but also wed off to the available princess of the neighboring kingdom, a woman as old as Hadewig.

But his potential loss of power wasn't the reason for his low self esteem that day.

"You are, my king. There is one who approaches, but does not yet share with you what makes you fair."

The king slumped in his seat in an uncouth like manner. "Then why does my hunter not look at me like a man?"

King Hadewig's personal hunter, an immensely talented killer that didn't just slaughter animals for the king. And the only person who simply looked at the king. Nothing Hadewig did could change the professional look on (Reader's) face during their meetings. No matter how charismatic he was with his words, how stylish his clothing was, nor the love potions he attempted to spike (Reader's) drinks with, they were seemingly immune to every one of his attempts. In their most recent meeting, the one that left Hadewig depressed, he had offered his hunter a glass of wine, which they turned down, stating that the last drink they had received from the king did not agree with them.

"I can not tell you that, my lord. I only can report what I see, so unless your hunter speaks their secrets out loud while I spy, I am blind to their feelings for you."

Hadewig groaned, upset and broken hearted.

"Show me my hunter, again."

The face in the mirror melted, dissolving into an image of (Reader) leaving the castle. Their strong frame sent shivers down the icy man's spine. His first and only marriage was one of political importance, with no love or warmth between the husband and wife. But in the presence of his Mx. Hunter, the king was set ablaze. The intense feeling of heat was dowsed when he witnessed the bastard he hated most in the world approach his hunter.

At the steps of the castle, Snow had been timidly watching the triumphant hunter from afar, gathering the courage to approach them. He had never known shame, never feeling any sort of embarrassment about the state of his dress, but in the presence of the person who always smelled faintly of iron, he was reduced to two inches tall.

Stepping lightly like a mouse, the short adult snuck up behind (Reader), still debating whether or not he was actually going to announce his presence.

His decision was made for him, however, being noticed by (Reader) almost immediately.

"Good afternoon, your highness." They said, turning sharply on their heel to face him.

The hunter was the only person to address the prince by his royal status.

"Ah- how did you know it was me?" He asked incredulously. A pink blush warmed his entire head, wrapping around the back of his neck and up to the tips of his ears.

"Because I could hear you." (Reader) offered a kind smile to the shy, younger man. They felt sympathy towards him, with the way his cold step father treated him. With what they had done to him.

Snow was impressed by how cool (Reader) was. And a small part of him wished to impress them as well. He tried to straighten out his worn out rags. "What brings you to the castle today?"

"To gift the king a wolf pelt. And also," (Reader) reached into their pouch, pulling out a pressed flower, "to gift you this."

The prince sucked in his gasp, wide eyed and lips pressed tight.

"I apologize for not finding something better for your highness."

"No!" He panicked, grabbing the flower with both hands. "It's beautiful!"

He hadn't received a gift since the passing of his mother.

"Happy Birthday, your highness." (Reader) bowed, then turned swiftly, leaving the young man hyperventilating and sweating.

Only the king and his mirror heard Snow whisper long after (Reader) left: "I love you."

Three days later, and the king was losing his mind over the interaction. Snow was visibly taller, standing straighter as he worked, singing as he cleaned the castle grounds, and it was bothering him.

Hadewig kicked over his chair in frustration. "Magic mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?"

"The one you fear is getting stronger, the confidence has warmed his winter, and people shall notice his spring awakening. The prince now glows more brightly than you, whose anger has etched lines of hatred into his ice like face."

King Hadewig released a scream, losing his control before quickly sharpening back up, running his hands through his messed hair.

He left his study, storming over towards a frightened servant.

"Send for my hunter."

Before (Reader), the king was disheveled, worrying (Reader) something awful.

"I can not stand for this disrespect any longer." His gaze read cold and cruel as it pierced the hunter's. "You understand that you are mine, correct?"

(Reader) thought about the flower and felt a wave of anxiety. "Yes, your highness."

"You understand that you belong to me?"

"Yes, your highness."

He sighed ever so slightly, before retrieving a wooden box from his desk. "I have another assignment for you.

Kill my son."

Nausea threatened to erupt from the seasoned murderer. "My lord?"

"Take him deep into the woods, and bring me back his heart." He held out the box. It was a test, as though (Reader) hadn't proved their loyalty to the mad man enough.

The empty box was heavy in (Reader's) hands.

"As you wish, your highness."

Prince Snow spun in the field of flowers as he searched for the most beautiful flowers for the hunter. It was the best day of his life! His father had given him a colorful outfit that fit him and the hunter had asked him out on a date! Well, they didn't call it a date, but what else could it have been?

He wove a crown for (Reader) while imaging their wedding day, becoming King and Royal Consort and having a real crown placed on their head.

(Reader), however, was weighing their options, not truly paying attention to the prince, and trying to ignore his childlike excitement.

What would the king do, if he was made a fool?

"Oh, hunter!" Snow ran over, holding out the delicate crown. "I made this for you! May I?"

And that was all it took, for (Reader) to spare his life.

They bent down, feeling the weight of the crown on their scalp. It smelled nice. Before Snow could retreat, (Reader) wrapped their arms around his thin waist. They had killed so many people before, but this was only the second time they felt unbearable guilt.

The first was after they took the life of the Queen.

"(Reader)?" Snow stuttered out, feeling weak in their strong arms.

"You must run, your highness." (Reader) whispered into his ear.

"What?"

"The king has ordered me to kill you. So please, run. Far away, into the woods." They released the prince, and it was only then that he noticed the heavy bags under their tired eyes.

"Why? I don't understand-"

"Leave. It won't be long before that witch discovers my lie."

Snow fell to his knees, holding onto the edge of (Reader's) shirt for dear life, falling apart in front of them. "Please, no! Come with me! If he would kill me, what would he do to you for sparing me? Please, run away with me!"

(Reader) bent down to release his fingers from their hem, planting a kiss on his forehead as they did so. "I hope when I meet you again you will have found a name more worthy of such a warm and kind person. For as of this moment, Prince Snow is dead."

Excitement threatened to crack the King's cool demeanor as he observed the bloody heart in his hands. (Reader) was distant, but that didn't matter to Hadewig, for now there was no competition for his hunter's affection. They would soon be his, even if he had to use force to make it so.

"Excellent work, my faithful hunter." He offered a practiced smile, unnerving (Reader) who prayed that the pig heart made a convincing decoy. At least until they could escape and hide out in the mountains, far away from the King's eyes.

(Reader) gave a deep bow. Then they left, calmly getting on their horse, and leaving, not taking a single glance behind them as they sped off, emergency bag already packed on their steed.

Back in Hadewig's room, he caressed the box affectionately, thinking about his lovely hunter. The stress had certainly caused a frown line, just as the mirror said, but he was working at reversing the damage.

"Magic Mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?" He dreamily asked, slightly nervous that the rage had permanently ruined his perfect face.

"Hiding deep within the woods, tending a wounded heart, the fairest in the land hides. Prince Snow still lives."

The king scoffed. "I have his heart right here, mirror."

"No, within that box lies the heart of a pig."

The box fell from Hadewig's hands. "A pig..?" His face scrunched up painfully. "(Reader) would never betray- they belong to me! ME! Guards! Where is my hunter?!"

"The hunter is flying towards the mountains, away from the woods they released the prince into."

Hadewig collapsed at his desk, screaming in agony while pawing at his chest. "No! It's all his fault! Find me that little bastard- I'll kill him myself!"

The seven dwarven women listened to the young man recall his tale of woe, his eyes full of tears but a smile still on his lips. "So, if you please, could I stay here? Just until my love returns for me."

Happy sighed dramatically, blushing and twirling her beard. "That (Reader) is so brave~"

Grumpy smacked the back of her head. "That double crosser may have saved the prince, but that doesn't mean they won't double double cross him!"

Bashful stomped a foot. "It's true love! They would never!"

"Well, they never confessed their feelings," Doc said while cleaning her glasses, "they could have saved Snow out of the goodness of their heart."

Snow smiled, trying to calm the fragments of his heart. "I have to believe, to hope, that (Reader) loves me as I love them. To risk death for me.. but, they said we would meet again. And I trust them."

It was painful, knowing that his father wanted him dead, but what was worse was hearing that (Reader) had put their life in danger for him. Despite all the pain and punishment Snow had endured, he never held it against his step father, but now..

A dark, bitter seed had been planted.

And throughout the night as the household slept, Prince Snow could feel it grow, threatening to burst forth from his chest. The dwarven women were so kind to him. So inviting, and trusting.

He wondered what else they would do for him.

The dark haired man knew that the apple was poison from the moment it was placed in his hands. What kind of elderly man would be this far out away from any sort of town, especially if they were traveling to sell produce? He didn't know who the old man was, but knew that he must have been in cahoots with the king.

"Oh, I don't have any money." Snow said quite sadly, placing his head in his hand.

"For such a lovely young man? Free of charge."

"Are you sure?"

The old man was certainly no real beggar. Nothing made sense. It was cruel, what Snow thought to do, especially if he was wrong, but in case he was right.. Snow whispered to a bird before smiling brightly at the stranger, taking the apple in both hands.

"Of course, please take it!"

Snow bit into the fruit, but did not swallow, hiding the chunk in his hand. After a few seconds of pretending to chew, he collapsed, holding his breath.

The king almost immediately dropped his disguise, snarling. His once similarly raven hair had a stripe of grey.

In a voice barely louder than a huff, he said "It serves you right, you filthy bastard. I would have let you live, if you had simply left my (Reader) alone."

He exhaled. There was no movement from the floor.

"Are you dead yet? Can you still hear me? I hope you can." The king smiled. "I hope you can hear me from beyond the grave as I finally get my happily ever after."

But as he celebrated the dwarves rushed home from work, and a small bird was rallying forces to find the hunter and lead them to Snow's body.

As he monologued to what Hadewig assumed was his son's corpse, the women returned from the mines, righteously horrified and armed with pickaxes.

Hadewig heard a woman shout "Grumpy, don't!" before a pick connected with his lower back, piercing his organs from behind.

The pain was excruciating, sending fire up his body as blood poured out of him. He imagined (Reader's) face, finally smiling for him as they cradled him in their arms, accepting his love. Hadewig wanted that to be the last thing he saw before he died.

Instead, he witnessed Snow, smiling up at him from the floor.

(Reader) arrived just a moment too late, having been closer than they had expected due to how deep into the woods Snow had traveled. They witnessed the sobbing dwarves sitting at the door, too upset to enter their own home where the young prince they tried to rescue lie dead.

The hunter pushed passed them, not wasting a second to grab the young man. He was still warm, but wasn't breathing.

Snow kept his eyes closed as he felt the worst pain he had ever known.

(Reader's) hands slammed into Prince Snow's chest. A rib cracked under their strength, but Snow refused to show it.

Then their lips pressed against his.

His nose was held shut as (Reader) forced air into his throat, trying to get him to wake up. They continued the repetitions a medicine man had taught them while blowing air into his lungs.

"God damnit, Snow, wake up!"

They leaned in, and felt him breath against their mouth. His large brown eyes fluttered open, and his face reddened.

His lips curled into a weak grin. "You came back for me.."

Guilt washed over (Reader), hugging him tightly to their chest. "I'm sorry I left, Prince Snow."

Warm hands ran through (Reader's) hair. "Please.. Call me Theros."

The regret and pain kept (Reader) still, allowing the recently "revived" prince to pull them in for a kiss.

After all that (Reader) put him through, a kiss was the least they could do.

But for the born again man, it was just the beginning.

#sorry it took so long #yandere #yandere x reader #gn reader #genderbent #yandere king #yandere prince #love triangle #strong reader #cw blo0d #cw death

[jk--47]

Whenever there are stories of beautiful virgin sacrifices, they are always dainty and small, but I just imagine the virgin chosen from your small village was you, a hunter, like your father. You’re over six feet tall, muscular, and very intimidating.

Don't get me wrong, you are beautiful, but I just imagine the god being so confused like:

 ‘I know im supposed to be the god of war and everything, but she fukin scares me. How did they even get her here? If she wasn’t willing, they definitely couldn’t make her do anything... holy shit she’s hot.’

He falls in love with you anyway, and he becomes an obsessed simp for his strong, perfect wife, his wife.

#im totally not projecting #god x reader #reader sacrifice #virgin reader #yandere #yandere god #fem reader #yandere x reader #muscular reader #strong reader

[libraryraccoon]

UNPOPULAR OPINION : There not enough strong and badass male and gn!reader.

(It's the same for the villain!male and gn reader, there not enough fics about it.)

As a clingy extrovert and nightmare of all the introverts, not seeing fics where reader is a gremlin of chaos is a little sad.

Like, let me be the FUCKING MENACE FOR THE SOCIETY not the victim !!

On my way for writing chaoting male and gn reader rn

#unpopular opinion #male reader #gn reader #raccoons #badass reader #badass male reader #badass gn reader #strong reader #strong male reader #strong gn reader #This writer is an extrovert our honor #Have scare of the extrovert gremlin #villain reader #villain male reader #villain gn reader #Pls write more chaotic reader #I'm on my knees for chaotics reader/srs #genshin impact #hazbin hotel #honkai star rail #Hsr #helluva boss #twisted wonderland #twst #Raccoon is chatting

[mortalfaerie]

𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕛𝕒𝕔𝕒𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕤' 𝕥𝕨𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 (+ 𝕚𝕟 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕖𝕟𝕒) (pt 1)

this concept is stuck in my brain so...

your were always in the shadow of your twin, jacaerys. he was born only ten minutes before you, but in doing so had outshined you for a lifetime.

while your grandfather might have bent the law further for you if you had been born first, he wouldn't do so for the rest of the realm - and being a girl, the birth of your immediately younger brother meant you wouldn't inherit driftmark, either.

that's not to say that you didn't love your brothers - they were your closest friends, especially after your mother had moved your family to dragonstone.

you missed your aunt helaena, however. at only two years your elder, she was more like a cousin or a sister to you, and as the only other girl you two had idled away long hours with tedious septas together.

for the first few months you wrote faithfully to eachother, but after the disaster at your aunt laena's funeral, an irrevocable schism has opened between factions of your family.

from that day, two more years would pass before you saw her again.

when helaena was thirteen, she came to dragonstone to claim a dragon. it was a cold and diplomatic trip which the king was too ill to attend and the queen had flatly refused to consider, and so the hand of the king escorted her along with a platoon of guards.

you were eleven years old, clasping hands with your twin on the windy shores of dragonstone as the princess' boat came ashore. all of you, even joffrey were ill at ease during this first meeting of factions in years. but, when the princess pulled back the hood of her cloak and stepped onto the beach, you found your heart hammering for an entirely different reason.

helaena had grown taller and more beautiful since you last saw her, though she seemed completely unaware of it as she anxiously took in her surroundings. she had all the beauty of the targaryen line in her, and the beginnings of what would make her a regal looking woman one day. and yet, she was softer in her features and appearance than the rest of your family in a way that was completely disarming.

though the feel of her visit was detatched and lacked the warmth of a family reunion, you found every excuse to seek her out over the duration of it. at first she was wary of you, no doubt because of your brothers and stepsisters and the role they had played in her brother's injury. after a few days though, she warmed and you slipped into a rapport like that before you had left for the island castle.

when it came time to venture up the dragonmont in search of a dragon, you begged and pleaded your mother to allow you to come with the princess - after all, your egg had never hatched and you lacked a dragon as well - and after exhausting the crown princess she relented.

on the dragonmont with a mixture of red keep guards and those loyal to rhaenyra, you and helaena camped on the mount for days, venturing to a different part of the mountain each day in search of dragons. at night, you shared a tent and kept eachother awake giggling and telling stories.

on the sixth day on the dragonmont, you met with the dragons dreamfyre and silverwing, who had belonged to two queens and sisters before you. after the pair of you successfully mounted the dragons and took to the skies, you returned to the beach of dragonstone with a renewed fire inside of each of you.

the night you returned to dragonstone's castle, a feast was held to jointly celebrate two dragons being claimed. you and helaena danced joyfully as the musicians played, and eventually you fell back to let your twin take your place. it was then you felt the first twist of jealousy in your stomach as jace made her laugh.

you snuck into the chamber helaena was staying in that night to recreate the little would you had when sharing a tent. that night, she had said to you before falling asleep, "you and i shall be bonded forever. dragon-bonded," she had said dreamily, then added, "soul-sworn."

before you could ask what she had meant by that, she was asleep.

#helaena targaryen #helaena targaryen x reader #helaena x reader #velaryon reader #strong reader #hotd #hotd x reader #house of the dragon

[meosq]

PROTECTION

“Ra-ta-ta-ta, 울린 심장 .. but i don’t want to”

summary ; your sweet boyfriend , manjiro sano finds out the love of his life is stronger than him?!?!

genre ; fluff

Warnings : fem!reader, may be violate , cursing. Viewer discretion is advised

As the sun sets down indicating the day as reached its end, a certain [h/c] girl makes her way down the streets of Shibuya ; headphones in her ears as she blasts her music.

“I cannot believe manji-chan asked me to come over at this time..” she said to herself slightly irritated as she really wanted to enjoy her time in her home and her sweet sweet bed.

As she continued to walk towards her boyfriend’s home , she hears a familiar voice in the park towards her left.

“I told you big bro!! that foreigner is the reason mikey-kun wont date me!! And wants to hurt you..” a girl said clinging onto a man [y/n] assumed to be the “big bro” .

“wow i cant believe the invisible Mikey had such a whore of a sister” the man and his group cracked out as he pushed to what be ..

“EMMA-CHAN??” [Y/N] shouted from across the street taking her headphones of her ears. “Emma-chan whats going on” [y/n] stated as she jogged towards Emma who is sitting on the floor crying. “Did they do this to you sweetheart?” [y/n] said as she crouched down to Emma gently holding her red cheeks.

“who are you” the feminine voice stated , “Are you another whore friends with-“ before the girl could even finish her statement a punch was slammed into her face breaking her nose in the process. The girl could even react before another punch landed square on the girl’s jaw instantly knocking her out.

“Now.. who the fuck are you?”[y/n] stated darkly as she wiped the blood of her knuckles as she turned her head towards the group of boys.

“Emma. Sweetheart, could you call Manjiro for me please? “ [y/n] stated calmly as she dropped her bag her headphones besides her.

“O-okay” Emma responded trying not to cry while calling manjiro.

“Ahhhh… I haven’t been able to fight in months. Im so glad you guys have volunteered. Such nice people you are !! Just do you know , i wont take what you did to my best friend lightly!! “ [y/n] said gleefully as she cracked her neck and walked towards the group of boys..

“EMMA??? [Y/N]???” Manjiro said as he ran towards his gf and sister.

“Oh hi Manji , sorry im a bit late ahah” [y/n] giggled as she stopped bandaging Emma, as she looked up towards her bf.

“Where are the guys that hurt you and emm-“

“They didn’t hurt me??” [y/n] said confused.

“But Emma said you fought them??” Mikey answered also confused.

“Yeah? And i won ahaha” [y/n] laughed as she pointed towards the group of pilled up boys all knocked out and bloody.

“I haven’t fought like that in ages omg , you should’ve seen their faces when i jumped kicked their leader !!! It was so funny omg “ [y/n] smiled as she remembered the faces of each of the guys when she landed that deadly kick on the main guy’s head.

“what???” Mikey replied with still confused as hell. “ you can fight? Since when??????” Mikey stated becoming more confused by the second .

“ manjiro. Im a black belt in Taekwondo and a red belt in judo.. “ [y/n] stated like it was nothing.

“WHAT?” Mikey and the rest of his gang stated shocked by the sudden news that Mikey’s beloved innocent gf has the highest ranking in both Taekwondo and Judo.

“[Y/N]-CHINNN WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME ???” Mikey cried as he hugged [y/n] clinging onto her with dear life.

“Manji i thought you knew.. when i met your gramps he recognised me from the show ive seen on and my competition. “ [y/n] stated as she pouted.

And from then on Mikey made sure everyone knew HIS girlfriend was SUPPER DUPPER STRONG.

“Hey ken-chin. Did you know [y/n] has a black belt in Taekwondo and judo. I bet she’s stronger than you. I should make her vice commander instead.” Mikey said as he munched on his food.

“Mikey. Shut the fuck up “ Draken replied with already irritated by Emma’s situation…

#tokrev #manjiro sano #mikey #tr #Tokyo revengers #mikey x reader #reader #op reader #draken #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo manji gang #ken ryuguji #manjiro sano x reader #fighting #strong reader #first post

[elissanatok]

part 4

pairing: Aemond targaryen x velaryon! (strong!) reader

summary: Aemond has loved and secretly claimed you for himself since the day you were born. losing his eye changed him, but maybe it did not affect his feelings for you as much as he thought it had

warnings: english is not my first language, angst, fluff, shy reader, unclexniece, possesive aemond, everybody adores reader in this

wordcount: 902

let me know what you think!! reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback are highly appreciated <33

You couldn’t help it. It had been this way ever since you were a child. Maybe even before that, maybe it was fated by the old gods. You tried so hard to forget about the warm feeling that memories still brought up in you when you thought about the past.

You could hear him giggling, a sound that now was lost forever. He would never be seven again, never sound like that again or look at you the way he used to. He had been your best friend, nothing else, and you wished so hard for it to become that way again.

The light of the almost complete full moon shone through the high window in your bedroom. It had always been your room, nobody dared to change a thing, even though the beautiful chamber had been empty for too long. It didn’t smell familiar anymore, you had realized and so had Aemond, for the hundredth time, while standing in the doorway. You did have a bad habit of not closing the door when you wished for some privacy, always feeling safe and respected in both your homes, but now it seemed like the dumbest thing you had ever done.

In his life he had visited your room more often than you did yourself, he would never say it or tell you, but it was more his than yours at this point. But than again that’s what you felt a lot throughout your life. Being more his than your own.

He stood there for a few minutes, not saying a word, not breathing too loud.

You looked pretty when you cried. Your eyes tinged red and your cheeks stained wet. The color of your lips more prominent because of the swelling. He felt captivated by the sight, but he knew that it was his fault you had shed painful tears. He cleared his throat, clenching his hands behind his back. A small gasp escaped you while your hand flew to your chest, touching the skin above your heart.

“Princess.”, he greeted- you didn´t answer. Your eyes fixed on him like a prey prepared to get his throat torn out, until they changed to the eyes of a dragon, ready for her own meal.

“Did you come here to violate me again?”’ His eyes widened. He certainly didn´t expect you to confront him so straight forward and he never wanted you to believe he had wanted to hurt you. “I…”, “or did you come to make fun of my hair?”

He shook his head. “No. It wasn´t my intention to…”, “Are you certain about that?” He shook his head again, white hair falling out of place. “If it wasn´t you intention than why did you say it? Why couldn´t you hold back when it wasn´t your intention?”

You turned away, trying to hide the tears that were most likely to fall. “I never meant to hurt you, please believe me. I -I lost control of my temper- I didn´t mean to.” He wasn´t apologizing, you both knew that. He had grown up to a man with great self control, he didn´t even know why he had not excluded you from the speech he presented. He wished he would have been controlled enough to ignore the little smirks Lucerys threw at him and instead could have talked to you in a normal way, maybe charmed you a little.

But he had not been able to control his brewing rage, that’s why he now stood in front of a woman he himself felt he had never met before. She had never looked at him like this. Full of hate and pain. It made her look different, but changed nothing about the feelings he kept for her. She was his, and he knew no matter what happened in the future, no matter how she looked at him, his love would always be reserved for her.

You heard his footsteps retrieve from your room, so you hastily ran to the door and slammed it shut – louder than you had intended to.

He had never made you feel like this. He had almost begged you to allow him to touch your hair a few years ago, because he liked it being so different than his. Curly, dark and unruly, not as silky and light as you would have liked for it to be.

It made you doubt. Doubt yourself, although you knew that it was useless. You could not change your appearance you had told yourself, you couldn´t change his view of you, just like you couldn´t change the image of him in your head – no matter how hard you tried or how hard he seemed to try to break it.

When the sun rose again the next morning, and the maids came to prepare you for the day, raking their gentle hands through your hair, you could not stop your wandering thoughts again. The circles under your eyes showed your clear lack of sleep, and everybody would be able to see them.  But you weren´t sure anymore if you were good enough to stay in the red keep, if you were strong enough to handle the ongoing feud between your family members.

This had been your home, until it hadn´t. This people were your home, until they weren´t anymore and maybe you were the only one who believed that things here hadn´t changed, just because you didn´t.

#aegon ii targaryen #aegon ii targaryen x you #aemond fanfiction #hotd #aemond fic #aemond imagine #aemond smut #aemond stannies #aemond targaryen #aemond x fem!reader #house of the dragon aemond #house of the dragon #velaryon reader #jace velaryon #lucerys velaryon #strong reader #daemon targaryen imagine #daemon targeryan

[randomanimehoe]

Yurio x reader who grew up in an agriculture family

Have some self projection and content I beat out of my brain with a paper towel roll. Yes I'm aware this is a very odd concept but whatever. (To my fellow gay ag science nerds, I love you so much!)

aight his boy is confused as all heck

Why the hell aren't you intimidated!

You just laugh and tell him its hard to be scared of a kitten when you've been around large animals since you were born. Like bud I ride and train 1200 lbs animals to help work cows you aren't a problem

is both scared and impressed when you throw him over your shoulder one day while he's yelling at someone

he once made fun of Yuuri K, calling him a pig and got a 3 hour lecture on the swine industry and how important it is.

If something ever breaks he just calls you because chances are you can fix it.

If he ever comes to visit your family home I feel he would be very overwhelmed by all the land, animals and the size of any garden/ field of crops you have.

He is confused but finds it endering when you start talking about all that you've been working on

his heart melts as he watches you tend to animals

I feel like he would really like calves and hate chickens

All in all he doesn't get it but supports you and thinks you're badass for being able to do all that you do!

#fluff #yurio plisetsky #yuri on ice #yuri on ice headcannons #yuri plisetsky x reader #agriculture #ag nerd reader #yuuri katsuki #shamless self projection #yay content #reader is gender neutral #strong reader #farmcore

[vivalarevolution]

𝓜𝔂 𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓹𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓮

Aegon Targaryen x Velaryon (Strong) Reader 

Request: „Could you do one where the reader is Rhaenyra daughter and is in a relationship with Aegon‟

A/N: This fic consists of two requests from @rachelcarroll1819​ and @afro-hispwriter​. But I hope you all gonna like it. It contains smut, so please be aware of that and don't read it if you're minor.

English is not my native language , be aware of mistakes.

It all started with a look ,when their eyes met that fateful night.

Aegon never paid attention to her, never looked at her, never asked for her, but when her hand was offered to him, many things changed for him and for Y/n Velaryon, who stole the prince's heart without even knowing it.

When her grandfather took her away from her beloved mother's embrace, life of the dark-haired girl turned into a lonely and painful journey. She was condemned to live away from her family, and to function among the shadows that terrified her just as much, no matter how many years she spent in the castle.

Rhaenyra's brother had never felt so many emotions as when Y/n entered his life.

His nervousness and frustration quickly turned into desperation and misery. From having sex with women who reminded him of his wife to watching her every day and night.

Nothing could soothe his thirst for the dark-haired girl slipping out of his hands every time he so persistently tried to reach her.

It caused Aegon to see so many things that once did not matter to him. The way her eyes were like liquid honey when the sun shone on them, the way barely noticeable dimples appeared at the corners of her mouth with every smile, how her brown locks shone and how soft they were. Or how much she loved Valyrian culture while talking to her brother mainly in the language of their ancestors, which hurt his heart even more deeply , because he was not the recipient of her affection.

Eventually his despair reached its zenith. The man could no longer hide his feelings behind a mask of indifference, he couldn't drown his sorrows in alcohol, which he was no longer able to drink, because of the princess who despised it.

He had to throw away everything that weighed on his heart, he couldn't stand the loneliness and cold anymore. Y/n had to love him, she had to.

A young woman was standing on the balcony, staring at the dark sky when she heard the door open. Her eyes closed for a moment, preparing to meet her husband.

Her uncle, despite the passage of years, still made her uneasy, even though her heart beat involuntarily faster and harder at the sight of him, as if contradicting her feelings towards him.

-Husband- the girl said in a soft and sweet voice as she entered their bedroom.

Aegon didn't answer, so Y/n looked at him, and seeing a pair of eyes full of pain and sorrow, she frowned, worried. After a while the man was in front of her. Falling to his knees, he hugged her abdomen, pressing his face into her white sleeping gown.

The brunette involuntarily placed her hands on Targaryen's head, stroking his silver strands.

-I know I was never the man that the kingdom or my parents expected of me, but I was hoping to be the man you were expecting. But you, who I care about the most, pushed me away and I understand. I will never deserve you - confessed the violet-eyed man, still hidden in the fabric of her clothes - Still , I want you to know that I love you—deeply, endlessly. If you walked away from me today, I would love you still. I will love you forever, Y/n.

-Aegon- his niece whispered in disbelief.

The man stood up, now facing his wife, who was looking at him with a storm of feelings hidden behind dark eyes.

-Y/n I wasn't lying when I said I love you. I am ready to burn this world for you if you want it - the white-haired man said desperately.

-That's what I'm afraid of - said the princess, before she put her arms around his neck.

Looking deeply into his eyes, she was looking for something, a lie, maybe a fraud? Instead, she saw a truth that she had denied for many nights.

Stroking his mouth with hers, she grasped his lower lip, sucking it gently before she pulled away from him so that she could see his eyes.

Her uncle was already staring at her face, having a silent conversation with her, looking for what the young woman had been trying to find before, but he quickly stopped pushing her against a nearby wall, immediately attacking her soft lips, which made him addicted with every passing second. (gif)

Velaryon girl unexpectedly ran away from his intense caresses, making him follow her with his eyes and hands, trying to grab her body, not letting her escape again.

In response, she grabbed his larger hand. However, she did not stop walking, now looking at her husband who followed her obediently, ready to worship the land she walked on.

-I want you to show the whole world that I only belong to you, Aegon- the brunette said, and seeing where the woman was leading him, his thirst almost exploded.

-Y/n- the blonde whispered in her mouth, running his hands over her body, having the need to feel her in any way- Allow me.

He wanted this ,to take care of her, to heal her lonely soul, to ensure she was well. He could not explain why, but the part of him that desired this, it was primal.

-I'm all yours - replied the princess, feeling all the pieces finally fall into place.

Her uncle placed wet and tender kisses on every naked strip of her skin he could make out. In response, she slowly stepped back, needing a place to hold her body trembling with pleasure.

When Y/n felt the stone frame of the balcony railing under her fingers, she leaned against it with her other hand, while holding the prince's neck to be as close as possible to him.

Her body arched when Aegon's knee slid between her thighs, teasing her womanhood as he marked her neck at the same time.

-I won't let you hide your body from me - man muttered, biting her lip before he pulled away, rolling up the fabric of her night gown, sensually taking it off her.

-Aegon - the princess whimpered, the cold of the night began to envelop her body, and she needed Targaryen's warm touch in front of her.

-You are a goddess - said the violet-eyed prince, touching her naked hips, belly and firm breasts with impunity - I want to worship you - he announced.

Y/n did not have time to formulate the answer as her husband clung to her, marking his way with kisses. He wandered around her shoulders, through the valley between her breasts, which he gave special attention, brushing down her belly button to stop in a place that was intended only and exclusively for her lover.

Her femininity, wet and glistening, cried out to him, and he was not about to avert any plea, clinging to her clitoris, sucking it extremely gently and slowly, savoring every groan, gasp, and whimper that left her brown-haired niece's mouth.

The young woman had nothing left but to accept everything her uncle gave her. She wrapped her arms and legs around the dragon's body, as it feasted between her legs, hungry, devouring all that her flower of femininity was giving him.

When Aegon put two fingers inside her, the girl couldn’t stand it, screaming in the ecstasy that had seized her body. Feeling soft , velvet walls of Y/n clamping on him, making him barely able to move them, he growled softly. His manhood started aching more and more, and the beauty in front of him was not helping him to keep the last vestiges of self-control.

As he stood up, the man's lips rediscovered those of his wife, who was desperately trying to remove the clothes he had helped to get rid of, occasionally kissing sloppy his niece's swollen lips. As the last layer of clothing fell to the ground, the man gripped her hips in a possessive grip, pulling her close to his body so that there was no gap between them.

-My beautiful wife- said the white-haired man, smiling, finally feeling happiness in the depths of his heart- Mine to love, mine to please ... and mine to ruin- he added before he entered her in one sure movement.

The princess moaned as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Hiding her face in the hollow of his neck, she whimpered and panted, feeling her husband pushing her insides for the first time, kissing her cervix with his member, which gave her incredible pleasure and pain that only increased her desire.

Aegon tried to be tender and slow, but the nails digging into his back, the sweet moans against his ear and the warmth of his wife's body made him quickly change his tone to brutal, using her trembling body to his liking.

-My beloved - Velaryon girl moaned, feeling the recently discovered warmth begin to intensify in her lower abdomen, forming a knot ready to burst at any moment.

-Tell me you're mine - Targaryen growled, hiting in her harder, making her feel as if his manhood was deep in her belly.

-I'm yours, I'm yours, only yours! - Y/n announced, grabbing his wavy curls, squeezing them as an electrifying sensation passed through her body, making her nearly blind from pleasure.

-Again- he demanded, attacking her neck.

-I'm yours - she repeated, joining their foreheads together.

Yours.

Yours.

Yours.

Suddenly the knot in her abdomen snapped, flooding her body with an eerie sensation that tickled her body down to the tips of her fingers. Aegon, pulled her even closer, though it was no longer physically possible, groaning against her skin with the delight he felt at that moment, it was better than anything in his life.

-I love you Y/n - her uncle unexpectedly confessed, so softly and fearfully that she almost didn't heard him.

-And I love you - she replied warmly, rubbing his nose with hers.

-Ñuha ābrazȳrys (my wife)- he muttered fondly.

-Ñuha valzȳrys (my husband) - she replied, smiling gently.

She found herself looking at him , as he was looking at her all this times before. At the way his muscles rose to the surface of his skin, at the shadow of stubble gracing his jaw, the full curve of his lips. He was impossibly handsome, unimaginably powerful in her eyes, and he belonged to her.

He became hers and she was finally his, from this day, until the end of their days.

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[lawrites]

A Softer Side

Aemond Targaryen x Plus Size Female Reader

You are a Strong, and as such you have spent much time in the Red Keep with your Lord Father the Hand. After crossing paths with Aemond many times, you have forged an unlikely friendship at only ten-and-four.

This chapter is safe for all ages. There are some things that may be problematic such as a young betrothal (at 14), Targaryen incest sometimes mentioned, some self-deprecation and insults from other characters, (Especially "your" mom).

Other chapters will mention the terrible things that happen to the Strong family, Aemond's disfigurement, and once they are older may be suggestive or more. But for now they are kids and literally thinking of nothing but being happy with each other. This is more of a prologue to explain their relationship than anything, really.

I am not planning on following canon and allowing the dance to happen because this is a reader insert so like...why not be happy? Also book lore says Aemond was 10 when he lost his eye but I'm aging them up to 14 because betrothing people at 10 would be WILD. (14 is still wild but it's GOT so) Anyway, enjoy!

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You were luckier than your fellow noble girls in many ways...and yet unlucky in others. The Red Keep is your home, surrounding you with royalty of all kinds. Your mother told you before you left that it would be almost impossible not to make a good match, even at your age of ten-and-four and with your "plump" figure. No matter her words or her scoldings, it seemed like you just were inclined to be softer than others. It wasn't a crime, but for a noble girl in your time it may as well have been. You weren’t unlucky because of your softness, of course, your body is your body, but there are people that just don’t understand.

You walk just as much as the other girls, embroider, read, eat like them, and yet your body has decided that you must be bigger. In your own eyes, you suspect that it must be due to your "Stronger" genes. Yes, the daughter of someone who produced a hulking giant like Harwin and a smart, cunning whip of a man like Larys might also be unexpected in terms of body type. Lyonel was large, your mother was small, and it was only a coin toss to see which you would be.

Like your father, you seemed to retain weight in your middle. You are young, though, and according to your mother could "lose your baby weight at any day." You scoff and remind yourself that this may be the body you are in forever, which is fine by you. Either you find a lord that doesn't mind your weight or you don't, and you end up a maid. But those are the same options presented to every young girl in the kingdom, so you refuse to feel sorry for yourself.

Your father did see a lot of himself in you, though. Pitying and understanding glances thrown your way during your mother's lectures at dinner. If she ever revoked your food, your father would sneak up a plate to your room while Harwin kept watch. But with your father's position as Hand of the King, you were left alone with your mother more often than not. Eventually, you begged him to take you to the Red Keep with him, just as he did for Harwin and Larys. He could never seem to refuse you, and your mother agreed quickly as well.

Yes, you were lucky to be in the Red Keep and away from her now. It was your opinion that she wanted you out of her hair as much as you wanted out of her reach. And you did seem to come to your own when away from her. You stopped shrinking down at dinners or around others and began to straighten your back like a proper lady. The weight hasn't gone, just like you suspected, but that's alright with you. It at least keeps Aegon's interests away.

The elder son of Queen Alicent was cruel, and his face shows it each time he glances at you. He seems to hold almost a hatred towards any woman or girl that didn't fit within his type, and that decidedly includes you. Princes Jacaerys and Lucerys treat you like any other person, as their own mother has a figure like yours. But...Aemond...

Aemond was one of your best friends here. You were of similar ages and had initially met when you both waited outside the small council chamber for your fathers. Aemond would try to catch even a glimpse of Viserys as he stormed away from the meetings, while you would await your own father who would escort you either to the dining hall or your rooms depending on the time of day.

You began to speak quietly with Aemond outside the hall one day, surprised when he answered back. He is sweet, that much you can say, and soft-spoken. Many may call him reserved but you believe that to be fair after he has been ignored by his father and insulted by his brother and nephews. You began to invite him to eat with you and your own father after the meetings, wanting for him to not be as alone in the world.

He accepted the first time and would follow you with an unspoken look at each meeting from there on. He seemed to begin to open up to you and the Lord Hand, to a lesser extent. Your own father seemed to be impressed and proud of your ability to bring out a talkative and excitable side to the prince. You have always had a gift for relating to others and bringing out the best in them.

All you really had to do was observe and remember. You knew that Aemond likes to read, as you saw him under the Godswood with a book on many of your strolls, and you knew that he knows much of the history of the seven kingdoms. So, at the first dinner, you asked him about his favorite story. His eyes widened and, with a little prompting, he began to regale you of a tale of knights and princesses and nobility and dragons, of course. He said more words that night than your Lord Father had ever seen. And you listened intently, your hand on your chin and a small smile on your face. You found yourself happy when the prince was happy.

And he began to take more notice of you outside of your dinners as well...and you him, of course. He would glance up from his reading as he sat under the Godswood, waiting to catch a glimpse of you as you walked by. Eventually, he would even invite you to sit with him, asking if he could read to you. You accepted, and would sit next to him on his blanket, politely listening to his soft voice. Sometimes he would have you read to him, which gave him the ability to look openly at you as your eyes focused on the words.

It is a beautiful, peaceful moment such as that today. You are currently under the Godswood, allowing yourself to lay down by Aemond's side as he reads from a heavy tome. He seems to be taking pauses in between some paragraphs today, your eyes meeting as he glances down at you with a soft smile. You are, of course, unable to know his own thoughts, which center on how pretty you look with your hair shining in the sun, a soft, contented smile on your face. But near the end of the chapter, as he pauses once more, you glance up to see that he is not looking at you, but ahead.

You pull yourself up to rest on your elbows, shocked to see your own father and the King himself standing in the walkway, looking at the two of you. You and Aemond quickly get to your feet. He bows while mumbling out a "father" and you curtsy while welcoming his grace. Both of them have small smiles on their face, and Viserys almost seems...lighter...maybe even happier than you have seen him in a while.

They move on, leaving you and Aemond are a bit shaken. After sitting in silence for a moment, looking at each other with a slight awkwardness, Aemond slams the book closed as he moves to get up. "I-I am sorry, truly, but I must leave you now to practice." You nod with understanding, standing up and making a shoo-ing motion. "I understand, Prince, go on! Become Strong like me." You smile at him and show him your "Strong" arms by flexing. He laughs and his eyes light up with almost determination, "I-I will become S-Strong for you, you will see!"

He runs off, as you turn and roll your eyes at his enthusiasm, your heart feeling the warmth of content. You find yourself walking to your own practice with embroidery, humming to yourself as your shoes echo on the stones. Though it isn't as impressive as a sword, you were actually happy to be able to create something with your own hands and thread. It was frustrating at first, but like Aemond's sword fighting, you practiced.

You are proud of the progress you have made, and the other ladies like to gather and coo over your work. Currently, you have been embroidering a scene from Aemond's favorite story. The flags of the tournament were difficult to get as detailed as you wanted, but the knights are almost glinting in the sun thanks to your skill.

As you finish off a thread, you hear murmurs of "Lord Hand" and hear the clatter of rings being set down. You look up to see your father and quickly set down your work as well, rising to your feet. He smiles and grabs your shoulders. "My dear, I have a surprise for you at dinner tonight." Your face contorts in confusion as you are about to ask what, but your father shakes his head. "I cannot tell you until you join us, but I would like for you to go to your rooms and prepare yourself instead of meeting us outside the small council chambers. Put on your best dress, make sure your hair is presentable, possibly take a bath after laying in the dirt..."

He scrunches up his nose in an obvious jest and you both laugh. You nod your head, ever the dutiful daughter, and pick up your embroidery. Your own father prefers to lead you to your rooms, (with Harwin being close behind if he was available), as it gives him time to discuss your opinions of the Red Keep and your happiness as you walk. "Now, what have you been making here?" He asks as you leave the room.

You try to hide the embroidery but he snatches it from your hands. "Ah! I recognize this well. You have a talent, my dear. Or...at least I believe you do. I know not of embroidery myself." He smiles and you giggle. "But what made you so fixated on creating this scene in thread?"

You blush and look down as you continue to walk, fixating on your shoes. "Oh. Well...Prince Aemond's name-day will be here before we know it. I...I wished to have a gift for him, and so...I made him his favorite scene from his favorite story."

Your Lord Father nods as you continue to look down, his face showing almost triumph as his assumption was right. He remembers that first meal with Aemond just as well as you do. You look up to him, your hand reaching out for your work. He gently places it into your hand, and you look at it as you speak. "Will Aemond be alright if I do not meet him as usual after the small council meeting?"

Your Father smiles as he looks down at you, "Yes, I will meet him and escort him to our dining room." He places his hand on your shoulder. "Do not worry, my child, he will understand your delayed arrival soon." You nod and look up at your door as you reach your chambers. The doors swing open under your hands, and you allow yourself one glance back for reassurance at your father before you close them behind you.

You find your father had arranged for a few handmaidens and a hot bath to be ready for you, and you gladly sink into the fragrant water as your hair is quickly unbraided and gently washed. Once you are clean, you dry off and then step into your best chemise and dress. As your handmaidens braid your drying hair neatly once more, you run your hands nervously over your front, feeling your soft middle.

The handmaidens help you with the finishing touches to your look, catching flyaway hairs and wrangling them into place. They also give you just a hint of perfume your mother had sent with you, the smell reminding you of home. Once they are finished, the sun is falling behind the ocean, and you must head to dinner.

You find your own brothers standing outside your room once you exit, both Harwin and Larys looking towards you. Harwin smiles with his entire face and seems to want to give you one of his all-encompassing bear hugs, but Larys gently places a hand on his chest. "Not yet, brother. She must be presentable for the dinner." You smile gratefully at Larys, knowing that he thinks more deeply about things sometimes than Harwin.

He gives you a very cryptic glance back. It is almost a smile, but guarded. Though you spend more time with Harwin, you always enjoy time with Larys. His advice was what kept you sane in the Red Keep when whispers about your body followed you in your first few weeks. Though his struggle is much different than yours, you both are able to commiserate and get advice from the other. You worry that, as a girl of ten-and-four, you cannot even begin to give Larys any useful advice...but he sometimes seems to be comforted just by your understanding and listening ear.

He continues to give you the cryptic look as he softly speaks, "Good luck, little sister." And you hear his cane clack against the stone as he moves in the opposite direction. Harwin shakes his head a bit and grabs your shoulder in comfort, telling you that you look beautiful as you walk down the stairs and towards the hall.

"Harwin?" He glances down at you. "Why is this dinner different? Did I do something wrong?" Harwin moves to your front and kneels in front of you as he grabs your shoulders, stopping you from entering the dining room just yet. "You have done nothing of the sort." His eyes are open and loving. "You are a wonderful daughter for our father and a kind sister. Anyone would be happy to be counted amongst your acquaintances. Remember that." You nod, confusingly, as Harwin nods back and stands up. You did not notice upon first glance, but Kingsguard are stationed at the door.

They open the doors for you, and Harwin places his hand on your back to lead you into the room. Your face of confusion turns to shock as you see King Viserys where you do not expect him for the second time today. Queen Alicent is by his side at the head of the table, and a quick glance to Aemond shows his look of shock as well. (Though you do not know that he is more shocked at your beauty than his own father) You quickly curtsy as you are announced, looking to the King and Queen and doing your best to give them your Graces.

The King smiles and points to a spot next to Aemond. "Please, join us young one." You glance to your father and he nods. Usually you sit across from Aemond, but tonight would be different, it seems. You walk to your seat and are surprised to see Aemond stand up and pull it out for you. You blush, thank him, and sit down, letting him push your chair back in.

The King gives a slight toast to "new friends and the Strong bond between family" and begins to dig in. You glance to your father who has also begun to eat, taking it as your own cue to do so as well. You find a singular piece of potato that interests you, spearing it with your fork. The voice of your mother spears through you in much the same way, "Must you be so happy to eat, child? At least appear as if food holds nothing to you even if it is clear to everyone that it does."

You slowly bring it up, trying not to appear too hungry, and eat, glancing over at Aemond to see that he is also unable to eat with his usual fervor. At least you weren't alone in your lost appetite. Your father clears his throat and you look to him. "So, my dear daughter, would you like to discuss your day as usual with Aemond?" As straightforward as ever, your father. You nod but glance in what you think is an imperceptible way towards the King.

He chuckles as your eyes meet. "Oh, she is a bit frightened of me, it seems, Lyonel." You blush a bit, feeling ashamed that the King can tell. "Just pretend I am not here, child." You find yourself speaking without even thinking, "Pardon, your Grace, but that is easier said than done." You shock yourself and look down to your plate in shame, before you hear the King let out a loud, surprised laugh.

"Very well said and observed." You look up once more to see that his face is full of mischief. "Then instead, pretend that I am an old man who cares not of the manners of court for the time being." You stay quiet, causing the Queen to interject. "My dear, we are your friends here. You may discuss whatever you want freely with Aemond."

She gives you a gentle smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes as you turn from her to Aemond. He is blushing heavily at this point, and you try to very slowly and gently grab his hand in support. He looks to you and you begin to speak in a soft voice. "H-how was training today, Prince Aemond?"

He looks to you and then to his father...then down to his plate. "O-oh. Well...I was k-knocked down by Aegon once more. Many times, in fact." You feel his shame, and the urge to comfort him makes you truly forget about the King. "Aemond, that is alright. You are younger." You smile and continue, "And besides, the best knights learn from their mistakes and losses and use them to become Strong."

He turns to you in thankfulness, "S-Strong like you?" You nod, "Exactly, Strong like me!" And you pick up your arm, showing him your "muscles." He giggles and you smile and then you remember where you are. You slowly look to the King and your Father, lowering your arm and blushing at forgetting your manners and behavior. The King begins to eat again, saying through a mouthful of food, "Well, go on."

You feel so ashamed that now you are the one who cannot speak, and Aemond instead is the one who talks. "My Lady Strong, what have you done today?" He squeezes your hand and seems to be looking only at you. You inhale and respond. "Well, you know I embroider as all Ladies in court do, but that must bore a Prince such as yourself."

Aemond shakes his head. "Nothing that you do bores me, My Lady." He has slightly reddened cheeks as he continues, "You are interesting in everything that you do...to m-me that is." He smiles at you, truly this time, and you smile back.

"Well, that is good to know, My Prince." You have completely forgotten about the royalty in the room once more, basking in just talking with your dearest friend. "I will bring a nice, dusty old tome from the Maester's Library to read tomorrow at the Godswood. It should thrill you to hear about all of the proceedings of court from times of peace."

You muster up your best proper voice and continue, "Yes, and on the 12th day of millions of years ago, a King decided to have tea with his friends. They spoke at length with each other and then retired to their rooms." You collapse a bit into your normal posture and use your normal voice once more. "Quite riveting, if I am not mistaken."

Aemond truly laughs, his own thoughts away from his father watching over him. Then he looks at you with open enthusiasm. "If I am to hear about it from you, then I do not mind." He squeezes your hand once more, "You have a way of making history interesting to me."

A jarring sound of utensils being set down brings you both from your conversation, and you suddenly, again, remember that the King has been watching you with his son the whole time. You look to him apprehensively, expecting to get a lecture about respect towards history or the Prince. But instead you see his face still holds his previous smile.

"Well, it seems my Lord Hand is right once more, wouldn't you agree, my dear?" He looks to the Queen, who slowly nods. "It does appear that, though we thought him to be biased..." She glances with almost coldness at your father, "...he once again does his best to give you an accurate reading of circumstances." She looks to her son at the end of her sentence, and notices your joined hands. She seems to soften a bit, almost unable to keep up any pretense.

She looks to the King. "I say that the Strong's have been excellent allies to the court and..." She pauses, "...Lord Strong has been a decent Hand of the King these years." She gathers herself. "I await your decision, Lord Husband."

You stop for a moment...decision? But The King stands, with a bit of difficulty, and the rest of the table follows suit. He grins at his son and begins, "I believe that the best way to reward years of service and ensure continued loyalty would be the joining of House Strong and House Targaryen." He brings up his goblet in a motion for a toast, and you all follow suit. "I, Viserys Targaryen, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, do hereby join my own House and House Strong by betrothing mine own son Aemond Targaryen to Lady Y/N of the House Strong." Your eyes open wide in shock, unable to even move as he continues his speech, "...you will be wed once you turn ten-and-eight, and from then on you will be bound. We all hope your union to be one of joy and prosperity." He brings up his goblet to drink and everyone follows, with the exception of you and Aemond.

You glance over and him and notice that he has already been looking to you, a blush on his face. He gives you a small smile and motions to your cup. You hurriedly bring it to your lips to mirror the King's movements, and he does the same. Once the toast is finished you all sit down, the King leading in his own stead. He looks to you both and speaks, "It does seem that the two of you already have a bond of friendship."

You feel your face heating up but continue to look to the King. "You know, the best marriages are built based on not only duty, but friendship and love." The King seems to deflate then, lost in his own thoughts. The Queen worriedly holds his arm and you take hold of Aemond's hand in comfort once more.

"I-I seem to be ready to retire for the night," The King almost whispers. There have been rumors around the court of his failing health. He seems to lose himself and his energy even after the smallest of exertions. The Queen nods to the guards and they all summon around the King, ready to escort him. Viserys looks to you both once more before he leaves the room, and his eyes seem to hold such sadness as he softly speaks, "My son, treat her well."

And with that, the doors shut, leaving you, your Father, and Aemond alone once more. Your father clears his throat and calls for your brother to enter the room. Surprisingly, both Larys and Harwin enter, and they join you as you all take a seat once more. Food is brought for them, and they begin to eat, Harwin glancing between both Aemond and your own untouched plate.

Aemond seems to shrink a bit under his critical gaze, but he also looks to see that you haven't eaten much. He squeezes your hand and looks at you with imploring eyes. "My Lady, won't you eat? You cannot stay Strong without it, you know." He tries to grin but his own worry is palpable through his attempt at humor.

You shake your head in disbelief, "I-I cannot find myself able to even think of hunger at the moment after...after..." You look to him. "...So...we are to be betrothed then? Just like that?"

Aemond seems to shrink even more, releasing your hand. "I am sorry if I was not the person you had wanted." He almost whispers now. "I know that I do not even have a dragon. I cannot be the best for you."

Your eyes widen, understanding how Aemond could misunderstand your question. The pause in the sounds of cutlery against plates makes you look to your family, who had indeed stopped eating to listen in. You glare at all of them, especially at Harwin, who brings up his hands in surrender and continues to eat. The sounds give you a bit of cover.

You grab his hand gently, trying to hold it tight so he can't escape again. "My prince," you say lowly, "There is no one I would rather be with than you. I-" you pause, breathing in shakily. "...I was only worried that you would not be happy with me. I am not a great beauty nor from a Valerian House." You feel what Aemond had felt, now, wanting to draw your own hand away. "I cannot offer you what others could."

Aemond grips your hand tightly now and shakes his head. "No! No! I...I cannot think of another who has been here for me like you. Or another who I have wanted to share my time with such as you. You are my..." He pauses, "...my greatest friend. It is an honor to be betrothed."

You sigh, realizing that maybe friendship IS the best you could hope for from a Targaryen Prince in your marriage. You nod. "I agree wholeheartedly." He looks to your plate once more. "Then please eat for me, my betrothed. You deserve to be happy and taken care of. I-I will take care of you." Squeezing his hand, you take your utensils as directed. Your brother makes a disgusted sound and you look to Harwin, who rolls his eyes and pretends to gag.

You stick out your tongue at your much older brother's childish antics, and you decide that you will eat your food if for no other reason than to spite him and his disgust at your friendship with the Prince. Once finished, you stand up and announce that you will retire to your rooms. Harwin stands as well to escort you, but Aemond grabs your hand.

"Y-you wouldn't mind if I walked you there as well?" You shake your head and look to your father for approval. His face is full of such warmth and pride that it almost makes you want to run to your rooms to escape it, not used to being the center of such happy emotions. He nods, "Of course, Prince Aemond. Harwin will escort you both to my daughters chambers, where you can say goodnight."

You gently take Aemond's outstretched hand with a blush. He at least was doing his best to appear to be the perfect betrothed, and you would do the same. Though you know that it will not be difficult to try on your part. You walk in silence, mainly, Harwin occasionally chuckling lowly, causing you to glare at him. Once you reach your chambers, Aemond brings you in front of him, holding both of your hands.

He looks nervously at Harwin, and you glare up at him once more, signalling him to turn with your head. He rolls his eyes and turns his back on the two of you, crossing his arms. Aemond smiles softly at you, his eyes shining. "Would you close your eyes for me, my Lady Strong." You do, giving him a small smile in return. You feel his breath on your cheek for only a moment before his lips replace it, you eyes opening in shock as you see the Prince give you a chaste kiss on the cheek.

He pulls back and his cheeks are bright red, you bring one of your hands from his to feel your face, which is warm as well. You almost feel as if your body is made of some sort of ice that can melt into the floor when his free hand caresses your face where he kissed it. "G-goodnight, my Lady Strong."

You softly respond, "Goodnight, my Strong Prince."

He blushes, looks down, and releases your hands, allowing you to enter your room. You glance back at him once more to see him watching you intently, you wave, and close the doors behind you.

Filled with childish glee that one almost never gets to experience in a world such as the one you inhabit, you rush to your bed and grab one of the soft pillows, using it to mask your squeal of happiness. Aemond would be your Husband. Aemond would be your HUSBAND! Even if he would never love you as you him, it would be so much easier to move through life with him by your side. Your handmaiden looks on in happiness, herself, before tapping you on the shoulder.

As you babble to her about the day, acting like the child you are for the first time around her, you get ready for bed. You are so excited from thoughts of your future rushing through your head that you cannot even think to get to sleep. It is, of course, not your fault that you couldn't see the future. Perhaps if you could, you might have worked to stop what was already in motion. Though realizing it was out of your control, you might have felt dejected.

At least, you might have forced yourself to calm down and sleep, as it would become very difficult for you to do so in the very near future, as a deep, dark dread is approaching on the horizon. For your family, especially.

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[icy-bluez]

Drunk In Love

Characters: Kaeya, Diluc, Childe, Zhongli

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, suggestive

Synopsis: You getting drunk after winning a drinking game and get courageous with them.

A/N: Ayoo, sorry for being M.I.A for so long. I will post more often when all the annoyances in my life are gone...(I swear it's homework, not genocide.)

Kaeya:

"Kaeyaaaa!" You slurred as you saw your lover enter Angel's share.

A few heads turned towards you but lazily returned their heads onto their arms, already intoxicated.

"My, my..." He muttered worriedly. There was a drunk Rosaria and Lisa chattering away about something related to fish scales between lots of other Mondstadt citizens seated at the bar. Trying to drink away their thoughts and worries. Charles on seeing Kaeya enter the bar gave him a brief nod before resuming his duty of busily wiping glasses and mixing drinks.

"Baby, I missed youuu!..." You started excitedly, but stumbled upon the last syllables.

Kaeya made his way through the dimly lit bar that glowed a warm orange.

"Y/N, sweetheart, are you okay?" he softly brushed his hand through your hair pulling your seated form closer to him. You relaxed against the hard panes of his stomach in between his arms.

"We should get you home." he gently told you.

"Get...in my pants instead." you muttered. Kaeya almost choked on air.

"I would say, your wish is my command, if you were not dead drunk sweetheart." He teased.

"Mmm..."

You clung to him and smiled contently to yourself. You were adorable, simply adorable in his eyes.

"I love you Kaeyaa...." Your eyelids felt heavy. Drunk minds speak sober thoughts, Kaeya knew that from experience. From probing drunk people for information, from having too much of it himself. His heart filled with love.

Somewhere in the distance people giggled and called some couple adorable. But you didn't spare much thought, more like, you could'nt.

"Yeah I know sweetheart. Maybe we should go now?" 

"I'd go anywhere with you..."

"A flirting contest? Challenge accepted." He smiled.

The last thing you felt before falling asleep in Kaeya's arms was a kiss on your forehead. You never could see the deep blush colouring his cheeks as he exited the bar with cheers from behind and one wild Y/N in his arms.

You woke up to a splitting headache. Groaning, you turned to your side, shading your eyes with your hand. The curtain was open and the sunlight pouring in did nothing to soothe your annoyed mood. Why had you gotten so drunk yesterday? Wait, what happened?

"Feeling alright, love?" Kaeya's smooth voice drifted through the room along with clinking cutlery. 

"Feeling like my brain's fried." You muttered sleepily.

"Well, after that many drinks, it's a given, no?" The matress dipped and you shifted over to Kaeya's lap. Hugging his middle tightly as he placed something onto the table.

Chuckling, he brushed his hand through your hair. "I have to say, you were absolutely adorable yesterday but, I would ask you not to do something so dangerous again. Rosaria and Lisa were drunk too. Im guessing it was a drinking game?" He asked, concern giving way into his teasing tone. You nodded. Silence took over for a few seconds before Kaeya announced he had breakfast for you.

-----

"OH MY GOD, WHAT!?" you exclaimed after the blue eyed man finished retelling your antics from the past night, laughing at your reaction.

"Hahaha! I have to say, i enjoyed it quite a lot." 

"THAT IS EMBARASSING!"

"Surely not?"

"Kaeya!"

"Hahaha!"

The both of you tumbled down into the bed, kissing and laughing at each other, until exhaustion drove the both of you to sleep yet again.

Childe:

"Y/N..." Childe said, concern creeping into his faked, annoyed tone as you chugged yet another glass of alcohol. 

"I'm fine! Im completely fine!" You replied with a distinct laziness to your voice. Your movements were slow, all your former agility gone along with any good sense of logic. It was a speed drinking contest and you were determined to win. Each time a different contestant stepped up, the winners went onto the next round and now there were just two people left, you and a Fatui agent. Most people were badly drunk and either sprawled onto their tables or cheering the both of you on. 

The contest started, and even in your badly drunken state, adrenaline surged through you. Draining the last glass to the dregs, you banged it down onto the table and wiped your face, your hair flying and adding to the emphasis of your win. The Fatui.....was still drinking. Cheering burst out through the crowd. People gave out money regretting their bets. Some patting themselves on the back for good bets.

"I WON!" You exclaimed. You legs gave away and you fell into familiar arms. 

"You really should not have done that, but I'm surprised you can keep that all in." Childe remarked. The blaring lights and drunk people in the Pearl Galley ripping it of its usual calm atmosphere. There were supposed to be some events today and the drinking contents were one of those. You being you, decided to put a Fatui in his place who was accusing Childe or being the weakest and most irresponsible Harbinger.

"Come onn, that was funnn..." You laughed lazily as Childe pulled you closer to his chest. "That guy deserved his ego getting busted...and you're wayy better than the other Harbingers. I swearr. How could he ever say those things about you--"

A smile creeped up Childe's face as he heard you rant. No matter in what state you were, he seemed to want to keep you as close to him as possible. You always seemed beautiful to him.

"Aaarghhhh! He pisses me off!"

"He might not even remember it tomorrow, same goes for you." 

"Who caress, it's inner peace. I'd do anything for youu!"

"Now now, that's a dangerous thing to say."

"Why? I love you...how is that dangerous?" You slurred.

"Uh...y/n.."

"You're hot and sweet and salty all in one. Yeaahh."

"What!?"

"Ehehe..."

"What do you mean by salty? Huh? Im never salty." Childe laughed.

"You're salty and adorable every morning when i try to get out of bed early..." You declared.

"How did you get so flirty all of a sudden?" Childe covered his face. 

In a private corner of the luxurious ship, a couple clad in blood laughed and blushed at proclamations of love from each other.

-----

"My head hurts." You said, voice muffled from being buried in the crook of Childe's neck.

"I told you." He said before going back to fixing something he was tinkering with. 

"That's annoying."

"I gotta work babe."

"Work later."

"And? Do what instead?"

"Gimme attention."

What followed was a moment of silence, and your surprise. You were pushed down onto the bed, Childe climbing on top of you, smiling teasingly. 

"Please specify." He said, voice an octave lower, before pressing his lips onto yours.

Diluc:

"This is the exact reason why I despise alcoholic drinks. They aren't good for your body and the mouthful feeling of it is just disturbing, you ought to have grape juice instead--"

You nodded along, half listening to Diluc and half falling asleep. The elbow you used to prop up your cheek in going slack occassionally, making you jolt awake each time, just to nod off again.

Diluc stopped his scolding when he noticed.

"Y/N...are you okay?"

"Absolutely!..." 

"Archons..." Diluc walked over to you, a glass of water in his hand. The glass reflecting watery patterns on his hand because of the warm light of the bar. From somewhere beside you, Donna stared at Diluc longingly. Getting annoyed you decided you would do the one thing you always wanted to do. 

"Diluc, I love youuu!" You exclaimed as loud as and clearly as you could in your drunken state. You saw him stop, get as red as his hair and swallow, but your foggy mind had little sense of perception at that point. Venti, who was sitting at the table beside you chuckled.  

"Cute couple...ehe, *hick*." Donna's jaw dropped and she quickly scurried away from the table.

Diluc shoved the glass of water into your hand, not noticing what had just happened. "Drink. You need it." 

"Wha? No, I need youuu..." You extended your hands towards Diluc. He hesitated for a second before indulging you, albeit awkwardly, being the private man that he was. But the drunk you did not care about what anybody else was thinking. If you wanted a hug, you got a hug. Public, private, you did not care.

"Isn't she bold when she's drunk? Why not carry her to the roo--" Venti started before being interrupted by Diluc.

"I'll kick you out." 

"Hey noo...my wine...I don't want to leave you heree." 

You chuckled.

"You're going to have a bad headache tomorrow..." Diluc told you. Your face buried in his abdomen slowly looked up. He was beautiful...how was he so beautiful?  

"Then take care of mee...I love you so much..." 

Diluc was not sure how much more of this he could take, before his heart burst out of his chest. He pulled you closer to him, determined to keep you safe. Determined to protect the invaluable treasure that he had, and only him.

-----

"I hate myself..." You said, voice muffled from being buried in the pillow. You were lying face down on the bed, remembering the small bits of last night that you did not really want to remember.

"I hope I didn't annoy you...ugh that must have been embarrassing for you.....gah i hate myself..."

"Y/N."

"I know, if you want to scold me you can, I'm horrible."

"Y/N..."

"Wha?"

"Look at me."

You did, you looked at him, halfway raising your face from the pillow towards your side.

"What makes you think I didn't like that?" Diluc said. "And you also saved me from her." So he did notice Donna drooling over him.

"So you like it? Me flirting?"

"You're really going to make me say it?" He argued.

"Mm, that's good information." You said, before placing yourself on Diluc's lap and throwing your arms around his neck. His expression morphed from embarrassment to confusion.

"Y/N...? Mmnph--!"

Zhongli:

"This is the most reckless thing i have seen people do." Zhongli said to himself before stepping onto the small steps that lead to the stage where you and a whole lot of other people were drinking to their heart's content. Each trying to outdrink the other, trying to win whatever that was young people want these days. You had gotten swept away with the lot of other people who urged you to participate in the game. Even after Zhongli's logical protests of how it might be harmful, people managed to get you into the drinking game anyway.

And now whatever the prize was, you were dead set on winning it.

Zhongli had decided to stay close to you in order to protect you. He was not going to let such an extremely vulnerable you be in company of equally vulnerable people. It was too dangerous.

"GO Y/N! YOU'RE OUR TEAM'S LAST HOPE!" somebody exclaimed.

"Ahhh! They're so good at this!"

And people seemed to be really impressed by you.

The last contestant was down. You were the last man standing. You squealed out a "YES!" before steadying yourself against a table. You saw Zhongli quicken his pace and pop out through the crowd toward you.

"Why was this necessary, dear?" Zhongli asked, concern etched in his voice.

"For youuu!" You said. 

"For me?"

Somebody walked towards the both of you with an intricately designed box. You had a grin spread ear to ear on your face. Zhongli recieved the box from the person, letting out a polite thanks before turning to you and taking you both away from the crowd for some privacy.

"Can I ask what made you compete so seriously?"

"Come onnn, open and you'll...um...know the answerr..."

Zhongli pulled you to his chest and opened the box, immediately going silent at the sight of it. It was a gem, a rare stone that must have disappeared from the face of the earth long, long ago. A stone that held many memories, a beautiful assortment of colours that sparkled splendidly, the one he had talked about longingly for only a short amount of time but you had noticed the sadness in his voice.

"These guys are stupid, they don't know what this is...hehe." you chuckled.

"Must you go so far for me? I would say it was not worth endangering yourself over, my dear."

"Do you trust me?" You looked up at him, voice deeper and laziness etched in it.

"Of course I do."

"Then do you trust me when I say, I would go to the ends of the world and back for you? In sickness and in health..." You said. It didn't take more than a moment for Zhongli to understand what you were actually implying.

"I'd like those to be our engagement rings..." 

Zhongli stayed silent for a minute, adoration filling his heart before he kissed you softly.

"But of course, my love."

-----

"I should drink more often." You said.

"I would advise against it, dear." Zhongli replied. "Why exactly do you say so?"

"Provides courage."

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[veliana]

thank you for answering my request! I loved it! Now I was wondering if I could request another thing with kuzco? Perhaps with a s/o who is like physically stronger than him? Like s/o could pick him up easily outta nowhere?.

The emperor Kuzco with a strong s/o

◇ This guy is so unpredictable I can't figure out his reaction ×_×

◇ Either he will be embarrassed that his s/o is stronger than him

◇ In such a case he will arrange for his s/o to show his strength as little as possible

◇ Either he will be extremely proud of it

◇ I think he would make his s/o his personal bodyguard

◇ But in any case he knows that the strength of his s/o can come in very handy

/♡\/♡\/♡\

Sorry if it's a bit shorter than usual

MASTERLIST <33

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[thewordswewrite]

⍟ Look My Way ⍟

 «Chapter 2» - Strictly Business

Pairing | Sex Worker!Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary | When it comes to dollar signs and business deals, you know a lot but as for matters of the heart, well, you know very little. When a scantily clad Steve Rogers stumbles into your life, you decide to pay for all the help you can get. *Pretty Woman AU*

Warnings | prostitution, implied and explicit sexual content, explicit language

W/C | 6.8k

A/N | Much of the plot of this story follows the events of Pretty Woman (1990) with a twist. Only a few lines are lifted directly from the script. Steve is younger than reader but not by much. Comments and feedback welcomed. Remember to respect and support sex workers and enjoy!

| Masterlist | | Chapter 1 | | Chapter 3 |

“So, what do you think?” 

You sat at the edge of the tub, fighting the urge to bite your nails as you waited for Steve’s reply. What you were asking was beyond his unique expertise but you had been hard at work convincing yourself that he was a far better option than whoever Natasha could scrounge up for you. There would be no emotional stakes in having him by your side for he was trained for the very opposite. Being in the work of pleasure meant that he was strictly business.

“Twenty-four hours a day for six days. I think, that’s gonna cost ya,” Steve hummed, shifting around in his bubble bath. You couldn’t continue putting in the effort to avert your gaze any longer so you turned your attention to the vanity, busying yourself with your makeup.

“Yes, of course,” You sighed. “How much?” The only true noise in the room was the sound of the water sloshing in the tub but you could’ve sworn you heard the gears turning in his head.

“Five thousand.”

You whipped around to glare at him, your eyebrows narrowed but he gave only a happy little shrug, too busy entertaining himself with the suds. Oh, you were in it. Deep.

“Fine.”

“Holy shit!” Steve exclaimed, throwing his arms in the air and nearly soaking you in the process. He dunked himself below the water as you loomed over the tub, cross-armed.

“Is that a yes?” 

“Yes!” He burst up, the bubbles sticking to his face and chest. His smile was that of someone who’d just won the lottery and you couldn’t help but return it in full force. Financially and business-wise, you would survive the week with him at your side. In all other means, you had no clue.

Checking your watch, you made your wait out the room but not before nearly tripping on his blue spandex pants near the doorway. That wouldn’t do.

“I’m going to be gone most of the day and while I’m gone, I want you to go buy some new clothes.”

“Will that come out of my paycheck?” Steve smirked. Your eyes returned to his clothes piled on the floor, the cuffs of his shirtsleeves worn out and a large hole evident in one knee of his pants.

“Think of it as an added bonus.”

Steve stood up straight out of the tub and you whirled around just in time to avoid a full view. 

“For five grand…Doll, you can look as much as you want,” He chuckled from behind you. Against your better judgment, you peeked around your shoulder but he was already clad in the hotel’s complimentary robe. 

“Just try not to get anything too…flashy,” you warned. Handing him his clothing allowance you added, “Make sure to get at least one suit. We’ll be going out this evening.” He followed behind you as you headed for the door and grabbed your briefcase. 

“You always carry this much cash around?” Steve asked, marveling at the small stack in his hand. You shrugged, checking your watch one last time. “Baby, you really shouldn’t do that. You never know what types of people you might run into.”

“I’ll take that into account,” you remarked, feeling his hands find your hips from behind. “What is it you’re doing?” Turning to him, you created distance between you by pushing back with both hands on his chest. 

“Don’t I get a goodbye kiss?” His eyes narrowed at you, searching.

“You don’t do that,” You reminded him, wriggling out of his embrace. 

“And don’t you forget it,” Steve crooned, swatting you on the ass as a different kind of goodbye. By the time you turned around to protest, the door was already shut in your face.

-⍟-

“Buck, you’re not gonna believe this!”

“Oh God, what’d she do to you?” There was an unmistakable meowing as Bucky’s voice traveled through the speaker. 

“It’s more like what’d she do for me,” Steve sighed, laying across the couch with a cold beer in his hand. 

“What’d I tell you about getting attached?” Bucky huffed and then softer, “Was she really that good?”

“I’m not ‘attached,’” Steve mocked, having heard the lecture far too many times. “And she barely even touched me but get this–she wants me to stay with her for the whole week.”  There was a pause on the other line while Steve recounted the cash she had given him. Even if he left right now, they’d be able to pay rent on their shitty apartment no problem. 

“This is sounding a lot like atta-”

“Paid, Buck, paid.”

 Bucky’s voice was lined with cynicism, “You’re right. I don’t believe it.” 

“Listen to me,” Steve insisted, “I’m sitting in a penthouse in Beverly Hills, at this very minute. I’ve  got three hundred dollar bills in my pants pocket from last night and more in my hand than you make in a week's pay. I’m going to leave some at the hotel desk for rent and I want you to come pick it up as soon as possible.”

“Oh shit, you’re serious.” There were various other muttered expletives before, “Steven Grant Rogers, how much is she paying you for a week?”

“Five grand.” Steve had to move the phone away from his ear as the sound of victorious exclamations burst through the speaker. “Buck, you still with me?”

“Yeah. Jesus,” Bucky panted. 

“I know, I know. Now write this down,” Steve demanded. There was a slight shuffle before he continued. “I’m at the Regent Beverly Wilshire.”

“Alright, I just gotta ask you one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“Is she ugly?” 

Steve groaned, “No, Buck, she’s gorgeous. Now, I gotta go. I got someone else’s money to spend.” 

-⍟-

Walking into the lobby felt a little like hunting season to Steve. Except, he was the game and the patrons, as well as the staff for that matter, were the hunters. The minute he was onto the black and white checked tile, eyes were on him from every direction. He knew how he looked and, after all, the whole point was to attract attention but he didn’t often find himself in hotels that looked like they could house royalty. No, seedy motels were more his speed.

“Can I help you, sir?”

“Yeah, uh, I’d like to leave this here for a Bucky.” The receptionist cringed at the sound of his friend’s name and Steve cleared his throat. “Barnes. Bucky Barnes.” She nodded slowly and gingerly slid the envelope over to her side of the desk. “And uh, don’t open it.”

“Of course, sir.”

Steve kept his head down until he made his way through the revolving door of the hotel and out into the open air. At night, the luxury scenery of the hotel hadn’t been as clear as it was under a cloudless sky.  Where the building lacked in height, it made up for with its wide expanse. Maybe Steve really was dead but if this was heaven, he’d take it.

In less than a block, Steve had already come up on the name brand stores. He wasn’t an expert but he recognized some of the names and logos from Bucky’s days working on counterfeits which had long since been abandoned for less painstaking occupations. 

He wasn’t exactly sure where to start so he waited on the corner until he watched a pair of men walk out of a shop with a few garment bags. A suit was the only specific request so he figured he might as well check that off the list and go from there. 

That same hunted feeling met him as soon as he walked through the double glass doors of the shop. Steve ambled around the racks taking in dress coat after dress coat as whispers 

“Can I help you?” Steve turned to find a woman with thin narrowed eyebrows staring at him.

“Yeah, actually. I’m looking for a suit but I gotta say, I can’t tell one of these apart from the other,” Steve chuckled, gesturing toward the racks. When the woman didn’t join in his laughter, he tried to start again. “Anyway, what’s a typical price for one of these?”

“Very expensive,” the woman replied with a snarl.

“Yeah, I gathered as much but can I get a ballpark-”

“Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” The attendant put a hand on his shoulder to guide him but he flinched away from her touch. “We have nothing here for you.

“Since when do stores turn away paying customers?” Steve scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. The woman opened her mouth to speak but he cut her off. “You know what, fine. If you’re not gonna help me, I’ll take my money and go.” Despite the look on her face and the way he  had treated her, Steve still had some hope that she’d come to her senses, realize that there was nothing wrong with him being there but she didn’t; she stared at him expectantly, urging him to follow through with his threat. 

The bell atop the door rang as Steve walked out. He had noticed the way they looked at him in the hotel and in the suit shop but now that he knew to look for it, those same looks were written all over the people who passed him in the street. At night things were different; it was easy to show himself off but in the light of day, it was much easier to shrink into himself and away from prying eyes. Even though he was outside in the open air, he felt like he was being suffocated. He turned down the street and trudged off towards the hotel.

-⍟-

“Excuse me, sir. Can I help you?”

“No thanks. I know my way just fine,” Steve huffed as a brunette woman in a pantsuit followed behind him. The elevator dinged in front of him as he paid little mind to her presence.

“Jarvis,” she called, gesturing to the elevator attendant, “do you recognize this man?” Steve scoffed, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand as the attendant explained seeing him last night. He pushed past both the workers and into the elevator but the woman stopped him, threatening to call security unless he followed her to her office. And follow her he did like a reprimanded student being sent to the principal's office. After the way he was being treated today, he wondered if he might be able to bargain for more pay to compensate for emotional damages.

“And what is your name, sir?”

“Steve Rogers,” he murmured in reply. He sat slumped in a chair across from the woman’s desk, ignoring the manners his mother had instilled in him and not bothering to look her in the eye.

“Well, Mr. Rogers, I want you to understand that this establishment has a reputation to uphold and your interesting presence here threatens that reputation for our other customers. Lucky for you, you’re a guest to one of the special customers of which we make exceptions for.” Steve nodded along, wondering how exactly his girl came to be a ‘special customer,’ and just how much dough she was willing to drop to continue to be one. “You seem like a smart enough man, Mr. Rogers, so let me give it to you straight. As long as you are staying in this hotel, you are the brother of our mutual special customer and as her brother, you keep your hands to yourself in public and moreover, you dress conservatively in this establishment, understood?”

“You see, that’s the thing ma’am. I can’t exactly get my hands on any ‘conservative’ clothes. I’ve got the funds but no one seems to want to help me today.” Steve’s head fell to his hands and he rubbed his weary eyes. “I need a suit for tonight but the women at the store wouldn’t help me and I don’t know the first thing about a proper suit!” A few moments passed before the woman began to speak again but not to Steve. 

“Men’s clothing. Yes, Carol please. Hi Carol, dear, this is Maria from the Beverly Wilshire. Yes, I have a guest here who needs help finding a ‘proper suit.’” 

-⍟-

“Hello.”

You sigh involuntarily, the deep timbre of his voice through the phone a sweet sound compared to your day at work and a welcomed reminder of last night, of peace, of bliss. But the moment is just a moment.

“Don’t ever answer the phone while you’re staying in my room,” you demanded.

“Then why’d you call me?” Steve laughed.

“I want to confirm for tonight,” you explained, “I’ll definitely need you for dinner.”

“Sugar, you can-” 

You got him off with a harsh tsk. “I just need to know that you’ve got a suit.” There was a deep sigh on his end and though he confirmed that he had what he needed, you were more caught up on the tone of his voice. “What is it?”

“Huh?”

“Are you okay?” You were already up in arms, thoughts running through your head of how you could take care of whatever had had him feeling this way. It was an unfamiliar feeling to want to defend someone just because they were upset and not because you had already judged the scales on the situation. 

“Uh, yeah, I’m alright. It’s just been a long day.” The proper response to that was lost on you. You wondered what you might want to hear after long days, and nights for that matter, of work.

“Well, just uh…get some rest before dinner tonight. I’ll meet you in the lobby at seven forty-five.” You cursed yourself for sounding so cold. 

“You’re not coming to the door?” He asked, still lacking the usual attempt to flirt.

“Well, this isn’t a date. It’s business.” The words made sense to you but again, it wasn’t quite what you had wanted to say. A dry chuckle came through the line.

“Where are you taking me for this strictly business dinner?”

You gave him the details of your reservation, explaining the expectations for the dinner as well as some insight into just how long you had been working to secure the Stark deal. Your hope was that he would pick up on the fact that you needed tonight to go perfectly according to plan and his piece was integral. It was difficult to keep your voice even keeled after months of work on this could all be lost within the constraints of a single meal.

“Listen, Doll. I get it. It’s important. This is what you hired me for and I’ll be on my best behavior but what I really want to know is, are you okay?” 

There was that crossroads again. The opportunity to snap back or just let it go. You longed to tell him off, to say that you could handle yourself alone, that you’d been doing that since you were young but clearly that wasn’t true or you wouldn’t be in this situation with him, paying him to spend time with you.

“Doll?”

“Just be ready to go. Seven forty-five sharp.”

-⍟-

Steve set down the phone, tapping his fingers against the armrest of the couch. Tonight was a big night for him; a test to see how he’d fare the rest of the week. The stakes weren’t as high as they could be of course. After all, he did have a brand new suit and three hundred and change to his name but he still didn’t want to screw it. It wasn’t his deal at stake, no, but he couldn’t get the sound of your strained voice out of his head. Whether you wanted to admit it or not, you were scared and while he couldn’t determine what would happen, he was going to do whatever he could to make the night go as smoothly as possible. 

It wasn’t long before Steve found himself in the lobby again, tapping Maria on her shoulder.

“Didn’t I send you to get something to wear?” Maria cocked an eyebrow at him.

“Yes, but you see, I’ve got another problem here.”

Before he knew it, Steve was sat at a table in one of the hotel ballrooms, learning which fork to use for what, the right things to order, the right times to speak and what to say. He was starting to understand why you were so tense. 

“Are you going to be okay, sir?” The look on Maria's face wasn’t quite mocking but it didn’t give Steve the idea that she had the utmost faith in him. At least she was laughing with him and not at him.

“Yeah, just one more thing. It’s probably pretty important to know things about your ‘special customers’, right?” 

He whispered another question into Maria’s ear and when she pulled back she shared his conspiratorial smile.

-⍟-

It was nearly eight when you arrived back to the hotel in a rush. There really wasn’t anything substantial to credit for your lateness. No, you had been on course to arrive promptly at seven-thirty so that you had time to spare but as Clint pulled up to the front entrance, you urged him to go around the block again and he did, again and again, until you had finally given in. 

It was easy enough to accept that the nerves were getting to you but harder to understand when you realized it wasn’t for your dinner. In reality, you had gone all day without seeing Steve and despite your brief phone conversation, you had considered the fact that maybe you had dreamt him. Needless to say, you weren’t exactly the romantic type or the spontaneous type for that matter so your dream theory seemed very plausible. You had also mistaken your uncharacteristic giddiness for illness, having Natasha check you several times throughout the day for fever. 

You couldn’t quite pin down what made Steve different from anyone else. You weren’t one to boast but you were well aware that your money and your status gave you an edge that had been the basis of several of your relationships. Steve, even more explicitly than others, was after your money, so why had he been the first one in a long time to make you feel wanted, truly? Well, it was his job and, as you decided, that’s all it was.

The doorman’s voice was distant as you strutted into the lobby at a quick pace, the click of your heels making your presence clear. You searched the room for any sign of your…escort. Your fists clenched by your sides as anger flooded your chest. You were about to make your way back to the room for a serious lecture when a hand on your forearm stopped you.

“Excuse me, I have a message for you, ma’am.” 

Your eyes were anywhere else but on hers as you spoke,“And you are…”

“My name’s Maria Hill. I’m the manager of this hotel.”

“Uh-huh and you have a message from…” You cocked an eyebrow at her, tapping the toe of your pump impatiently.

“From your…brother, ma’am.” Your stomach dropped. This wasn’t exactly the type of venue for prostitution and you were an only child. Somehow, the thought of Steve making his presence known to the hotel staff hadn’t crossed your mind. You sighed heavily.

“I think we both know he’s not my brother.” One corner of Maria’s mouth tugged upward. “I hope he hasn’t caused any…disturbances.”

“He’s been perfectly behaved, ma’am,” Maria replied, “At least now that he has some proper clothes.” 

“Ah, perfect. And the message?”  

“He’s waiting for you in the lounge.” 

You thanked Maria briefly before following the soft sound of a piano ballad away and into the hotel’s lounge. The room wasn’t busy with guests but you didn’t see Steve anywhere; that is, not until he turned around from his seat at the bar. 

In order to keep your jaw from dropping, you had to clench your teeth together instead. You at least wanted to maintain some dignity. The man before was an entirely different creature from the one you picked up on the street not even twenty-four hours ago. He had even been sitting at the bar when you entered but your eyes glanced right past him, his tailored suit and neatly gelled hair turning him into a stranger, well, more of a stranger. And in his hand he held a dazzling bouquet of your very favorite flowers.

-⍟-

“So you just ride around in this all the time?”

A small screen slid down from the ceiling of the limo as Steve pressed buttons sporadically. 

“Didn’t I tell you I wasn’t a very good driver?” You didn’t look over at him as you talked, your eyes instead glued to your notes, taking in whatever last minute information you could get on the Starks. A few warm breaths landed on your neck as you caught Steve staring over your shoulder. You swatted him away with little effort, not letting his attempts to garner your attention distract you from your work for even a minute. No, that’s not how tonight was going to work. Hopefully he would instead garner the attention of the younger Stark as you talked about real business. 

“Hey, are you still paying me for my other services because I’ve always wanted to fu-”

“Enough.” You were practically grinding your teeth and if looks could kill, Steve would be long gone. Ignoring your protests, he took your papers from you and placed them back in your briefcase. With your hands now empty, he took one of them in his, intertwining your fingers.

“Look, Doll, this,” Steve began, gesturing towards the briefcase, “is not what’s important here. I don’t know a lot about business but what I do know is people and people aren’t just words on a page.” 

You didn’t like it but he was right. There was a fight between the urge to pull away and to move yourself closer and burrow yourself, forgetting about the meeting entirely.

“You still in there?” He chuckled, tapping a finger to your temple before tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. 

Oh, barely. Just barely.  

-⍟-

“Would you stop fidgeting!” You swatted Steve’s hand away from his tie, adjusting it one final time before entering the restaurant with your arm looped through his. There were undeniable feelings of dread weighing you down as you tried to think of any more pointers that you could give Steve. Although, deep down you knew he wasn’t the problem. Stark had called for this dinner after all and it wasn’t just for a friendly chat; you had been circling his territory and either he was interested or he wasn’t. You were on edge to say the least and that didn’t exactly improve your people skills. 

Steve’s eyes were wide, taking in the opulence of the room as the hostess led the two of you to your table for four, where the two Stark men were already seated, talking amongst themselves.

“Ah, there you are.” The older of the two men stood to shake your hand, rising to his full height slightly above you. The younger man remained seated, eyeing you up and down with his arms crossed against his chest. Steve’s hand, which had found its place at your hip, tightened its grip. “It’s nice to finally meet you. I’m Howard and this is my son, Tony.” It wasn’t until Tony received a nudge from his father that he begrudgingly stood to your level and shook your hand. “And this must be…”

“Steve Rogers.” You nodded encouragingly as Steve moved to shake Howard’s hand. “A… friend of mine.” Steve pulled out your chair for you to sit and the others followed suit. “It’s a pleasure, Mr. Stark.”

“Please, Howard will do.” You gave your best smile and watched as Steve adjusted himself to the table, eyeing the silverware as if they may talk back to him. “Are you in the business as well, Steve?” Steve’s eyes were wide as they shot to yours and then back to Howard’s as he gingerly set his napkin in his lap. You urged him on with a raise of your eyebrows. 

“Looking to get into it,” Steve croaked. “Learning from the best.” Howard chuckled and Steve joined along sheepishly. Against your better instincts, you reached for Steve’s hand across the table, giving it a squeeze. His big eyes met yours again, this time with that warm crooked smile. 

-⍟-

It hadn’t taken long to get into the business side of things. Howard was not only interested in what you had to say but enjoyed stopping to clue Steve in on what exactly you were negotiating. However, when Howard’s attention turned over to Steve, Tony took the opportunity to sink his claws in. 

“My father has spent years building Stark Industries from the ground up and he believes that the men who create a company should control its destiny.” The way in which he emphasized the word men put a sour taste in your mouth. It was no secret that Tony was set to inherit Stark Industries after his father’s death and you knew better than to think he would let his father relinquish it to you before he got his hands on it but it was the disrespect for you because you were well, you, that lit the fire growing in your chest.

Before you had a chance to respond, the waiter was back with your appetizer which Steve had graciously let you order. 

“Where’s the salad?” He questioned, his eyes landing on triangular hors d'oeuvre sitting on his plate. You shook your head, laughing as your eyes darted between Steve and the Starks. 

“The salad comes at the end of the meal,” You reminded him, through a placating smile.

“But that’s the only fork I remember,” Steve whispered back, mimicking your smile towards your guests.

“Well, anyway, I know what you do to companies like my father’s and you must think me a fool if-”

A pair of growing chuckles cut the man off as Steve and Howard shoveled their food into their mouths with their hands, eyeing each other conspiratorially. You couldn’t help but join in the laughter as Tony sputtered, trying to regain your attention.

“You know my father founded this company during the second world war. His innovations, and those of men like him built this country and I think-”

“What are these?” Steve nudged you on the shoulder, eyeing his second plate of food. He held a hand up politely to Tony, excusing himself, as Tony glared back at him. 

“Escargot,” You explained, “It’s French for snails. Here, try it.” You placed the tongs in one of his hands and the snail fork in the other, urging him to try it himself. Taking your utensils, you took your time eating one , giving him an example to mirror.

“As I was saying-”

Steve groaned happily as he chewed, already picking up another and scooping it out. Across the table from you, Tony’s hands were folded tightly atop the table as his jaw clenched furiously. 

“Tony,” You gestured for him to continue.

“Yes, I-”

A small gasp sounded across the table as you turned your head just in time to see one of the snail shells slip from Steve’s fingers and roll under the table.

“Tough one,” Steve chuckled, grimacing. 

“Alright, enough,” Tony hissed. “Let’s hear it, if you actually do get a hold of Stark Industries, which you won’t, what exactly is it you plan to do with it?” The three men stared at you, each concerned for their own reasons. You smoothed the table cloth with two open palms.

“Well, I would break it up and sell off the salvageable pieces,” You replied calmly. “As little as there are left.”

“I’m sure you can understand not being thrilled at the idea of you turning my life’s work into a resale shop,” Howard chimed in, working away at his own plate.

“I can assure you with the prices I’m being offered already you’ll see the profits,” You smiled assuredly. Steve stayed silent but slipped your nearly uneaten plate of escargot away from you until it was in front of him. “You’ll be a very rich man, Mr…Howard.”

“I’m rich enough,” He replied. “I just want my son to have the resources I never had. He’s a very bright young man.” You nodded, though based on this dinner, that wasn’t how you’d describe him. “You know, I met your mother on multiple occasions.” Your grip tightened around the ornate silverware before you forced yourself to gently set down the utensils and pull your hands into your lap, where they remained in fists. “She didn’t live up to her reputation as a-”

“Bitch?” Tony chirped, sipping his drink. You could feel Steve about to stand, so you placed a hand on his thigh. His narrowed eyes met yours but you shrugged him off.

“Tony,” Howard hissed.

“No, I imagine she didn’t, she was a wonderful woman after all.” You raised your eyebrows in challenge.

Howard smiled tightly, “Of course, her company was always a pleasure.”

“I on the other hand take on that title more proudly,” You smirked, though the tension in your body nearly had you shaking. Tony only scoffed.

“Did that make her proud?” Howard chuckled.

“I doubt it,” You sighed. “But it’s not as though I can ask, can I?” You offhandedly looked at Steve and saw confusion morph into understanding as a hand met yours on Steve’s leg. His brows were knitted as he stared.

 “I didn’t know. I’m sorry,” Steve offered. It wasn't something you thought of often, nor was it something you tore yourself up over but the way Steve looked at you made the wound feel fresh or rather brought attention to a wound you didn’t know you had. You cleared your throat.

“Mr. Stark, you requested this meeting. How can I help you?”

“Simply enough,” Howard began, eyes wary, “Leave my company alone.” You hummed lightly as you shook your head, picking at your plate.

“I’m sorry, sir, but it’s a little too late for that. I already own ten million in stocks and hold an important chair on the shareholder board.”

“I’ll buy back your stock, and of course with no stock you wouldn’t need to worry about the board,” Howard countered.

“That’s the thing, Mr. Stark, I do worry, and anyways, you don’t have the money,” You chuckled coldly between bites.

“We will,” Tony glowered, “We’ve just put in on a patent for a new product. In fact, I invented it myself…” He continued on but you tuned it out as you smiled to yourself. You had already seen to preventing such a patent, in fact you had spent a day in meetings with Natasha making sure that it would fall through long before it became a true bargaining piece. Was it cruel? Yes, of course. But when you wanted something, you knew how to get it.

“There will be no patent,” You explained, “It is now buried in the Applications Committee and it will remain there until further notice.” The men eyed each other wildly, moving to defensive positions. Steve looked back and forth between them and you.

“How did you pull that?” 

“If you think you can get away with playing dirty, so help me-”

“Easy, Tony,” Howard interrupted. “You play hardball, I’ll give you that. But I’ll see to it that you don’t get your hands on my company.” He stood from the table, setting his napkin down as his son followed suit. “Steve…it was a pleasure. Best of luck to you with this one.”

As Tony slipped past you, he grabbed your shoulder tightly, coming close to your ear. “You better watch your back. I’m gonna tear you apart.”

“I look forward to it, Anthony.”

-⍟-

You sat draped across the piano in the nearly deserted lounge, your discarded heels scattered atop the grand as you plunked out the notes to Heart and Soul to the small audience of hotel staff who were busy stacking chairs. Sipping your gin martini, you let the warmth of the alcohol soothe the tension in your body, laughing a bit to yourself. Your dinner hadn’t exactly been a hit but you hadn’t expected a one-and-done sort of deal anyway, even if you had hoped for it. You couldn’t deny that you liked being back to playing the field and as much as he got under your skin, Tony Stark was a worthy adversary. On the other hand, you didn’t love the way Howard had looked at you as he left. He wasn’t typical of the older men that you dealt with; most were ready to throw in the towel and hand off the reins to you if it meant one less thing for them to worry about but Howard was stubborn and you couldn’t help but admire him for it. That wouldn’t do.

On top of that, you weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or Steve’s sincere apology for something that didn’t even affect him but your mind kept drifting back to your mother for the first time since she passed. You hadn’t talked to her for years before she died and you hadn’t been there for her in her final moments either so the thought hadn’t exactly crossed your mind to regret such a thing but the look in Steve’s eyes softened something inside you. Your mother was barely around throughout your childhood and even after you had followed in her footsteps she didn’t make an effort to connect with you. It had never occurred to you that you could’ve taken matters into your own hands, seeking her out yourself instead of waiting for her icy exterior to thaw. 

“Hey.”

You turned to see Steve with his unruly hair sticking up and his eyes bleary with what you assumed to be sleep. He still wore his suit though his shirt was nearly completely unbuttoned and his tie hung loosely around his neck. You stiffened as he laid back until his legs laid across the bench next to you and his head found its place resting on your lap.

“You play?” He asked, his warm breath on your exposed thigh sending a shiver down your spine.

“I wouldn’t say that,” You huffed, reaching for your drink. “My mother’s money could pay for the lessons but not the talent.” He looked up at you with his big blue eyes. You had meant it as a joke but the sadness was written on his face. You reached out and absentmindedly smoothed down a tuft of his hair. “It just didn’t stick. That’s all.” He hummed as he sat up and intertwined his fingers with yours in the process.

“Here, like this.” Steve placed your hands back on the piano, right beneath his. He started slow, letting you feel the notes as he played them but it didn’t take long for him to get lost in the song, seeming not to notice that he had lost your hands altogether. You leaned into him as he played the song, laughing to yourself at his sudden concentration. Steve’s attention only returned to the room as the few maintenance staff applauded softly when the song came to an end. He whipped his head around, realizing he had an audience and buried his head in his hands. You could see the blush rising up his neck.

“Gentleman, leave us, will you?” They stopped in their tasks and turned to leave without another word. “Thank you.”

“People always do what you tell them, huh?” Steve smirked.

“Not always,” You sighed, rubbing your shoulder.

“Still thinking about dinner?” Steve took over massaging your shoulder the way he had the night before, though this time you let yourself get closer. “I was getting lonely up there all by myself.” You only hummed, wanting just to feel his hands on you, nothing else. “I mean, the business was good, I think.” You nearly snorted as you laughed into the back of your hand. He joined in your laughter continuing, “He’s broke. You want his company. He’s not ready to let it go.”

“Thank you for the recap.”

“God, I wanted to deck that son of a bitch though. Not the old guy of course but-” The rest of his sentence was lost under the sound of your laughter. “No, I’m serious,” Steve smiled into your hair, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “You don’t deserve to be treated that way.”

“Well, I might’ve given him reason to.” You turned to look Steve in the eye and you could see his mind working.

“Yeah but he was making it personal,” Steve huffed. “I’m sorry about your mom, really.” You scooted away from him and grabbed your drink again.

“It’s not a big deal.”

“Not a big deal? She was your mom.”

“I hadn’t spoken to her in nearly a decade, Steve,” You scoffed. “It’s not like I’m missing out on anything.” Steve nodded, though that clearly didn’t change how he felt about it. You wished he would drop it before you started thinking he was right. He fingered a few keys as you sat in silence.

“I think the problem is that you like him,” Steve chimed, “Howard, I mean.”

“I do not-” You scoffed, cutting yourself off and shaking your head incredulously. “It’s completely irrelevant whether I like Howard Stark or not. It’s business and I won’t let myself get involved. That’s where the guy’s going to find himself hurt with all that sentimental nonsense.”

“I get it.”

“Hm?” You cocked an eyebrow at him.

“No, I get it,” Steve repeated, “My friend Bucky’s always telling me not to get attached. It’s not good for business. That’s why no kissing. It’s too personal.”

“Bucky…is that like his call sign or-”

“I’m serious. When I’m with a chick it’s all just going through the motions, just getting it done.” You hummed deviously, tapping your nails against the polished piano. “I mean, except for you, of course.” You laughed as Steve’s blush found his cheeks again. Leaning against him again, you buried your head into his shoulder while laughter grew, Steve cursing himself under his breath.

“You’re not very smooth,” You remarked, “With…this being your profession and all.”

“No?” Steve crooned, pulling you into his lap. He threaded a hand in your hair, brushing it out of his way so that your neck was free rein. 

“N-, no.” Your mind struggled to come up with something else to say, something to tease him further but your only focus was on his lips as they sucked their way across your neck, stopping to pay particular attention to the dip of your collarbones. As he passed that valley, he pulled down the strap of your dress, his mouth finding the newly exposed skin. 

“You know for all that fight you put up, you sure give in easy.” You scoffed, smacking a hand against his chest while still holding his head close to you with fingers tangled in his hair. He was right; your urge to fight was gone. All you wanted was whatever he planned to do.

His hands left your hair and trailed down to your ass where his warm palms pulled you impossibly closer to him as he ground his hips into your own. You reached down and struggled with the buttons until your impatience got the better of you and you tore open the bottom part of his shirt, pushing the whole thing over and off his shoulders. He hissed softly as your hands, cold from your drink, trailed up his chest. He gazed down at you, watching your hands explore his skin, his blue eyes now dark with lust . 

Steve’s fingers wound into the skin-tight fabric of your dress, threatening to rip it while your legs wrapped fully around his waist. You moaned as he nuzzled his face into your chest, placing open-mouth kisses across it. He rocked you harder against his growing bulge and your hand flew behind you, banging the keys of the piano in search of something solid to grip onto. Laughing into your chest, he stood up, placing you fully onto the piano so that more notes fumbled out. You thought about telling him to stop, that someone would surely hear you but the last thing you wanted was for him to stop.

Steadying the both of you, Steve placed a large open palm on the center of your chest, the other still firmly on your ass. Unable to take it anymore, you reached down between you and searched haphazardly for the button of his pants. He grabbed your wrist, pulling it away from him and back onto the keys of the piano.

“Let me show you what you paid for.”

#steve rogers x reader #steve x reader #steve rogers #look my way #reader insert #thewordswewrite #captain america #marvel fanfiction #MCU fanfiction #pretty woman au #strangers to lovers #fake relationship #implied smut #Smut #general reader #bisexual reader #strong reader #bucky barnes #maria hill #howard stark #tony stark

[z3llous]

One Step Too Far

Sanji x strong gn reader

(spicy night without the dirty details)

headcanons format

@vission-kid

it started as just a bit of playful flirting

light touches

a few compliments with implied deeper meaning

the usual sweet talk

one whisper, a borderline moan, in their ear was all it took to cross the line

playtime was over

Sanji was lifted up and onto their shoulder, causing him release a squeak of thrill and surprise

he asked where they were going

no answer

the gears in turning in their mind had one thought and one thought only

they flung the bed room door open and tossed him on the bed

Sanji’s brain registered what was about to happen at the sound of the door locking

his legs grew weak and his face flushed

his arms pinned down with one hand, the other grasping his chin and forcing him to look them in the eyes

gods the way their strength could be felt through their touch without being painful drove him wild

the pressure wasn’t enough; he needed more

and more he got

divine pleasure

round after round

they were busy all night

he’d definitely be feeling it tomorrow

#sanji x reader #sanji #one piece #onepiece #onepiecexreader #one piece x reader #sanji x gn reader #strong reader #gn reader #black leg sanji #blackleg sanji #black leg sanji x reader #blackleg sanji x reader #op sanji #op sanji x reader

[justxiao]

Bro, besides Xiao(my love) and genshin characters, im in love with demon slayer. Like, damn bro who draw all of them so perfectly? LIKE DAMN HOW CAN BE A CHARACTER BE THIS HOT?(im talking about you, tengen) EVEN THE DEMONS? HM? (This is for you kokushibo my darling)

crying and punching walls rn

should i write about them?😏

Osmantus wine tastes as i remember—

#genshin x reader #genshin kaeya #genshin fluff #genshin impact #genshin xiao #idk what to tag anymore #xiao x reader #xiao fluff #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #rengoku kyojuro #rengoku x reader #tengen x y/n #kimetsu no yaiba #tanjiro kamado #nezuko #x reader #x y/n #strong reader #bruhhhh #xiao x you #xiao oneshot

[velvetcrimsonkisses]

Nanami who pushes all his weight on you when he fucks. Strands of hair stuck to his forehead, beads of sweat forming on his face, and his warm skin slapping against yours creating immense pleasure between the two of you. Kissing you sloppily because he doesn’t care, all he needs right now is to feel the love of his life. Bare bodies pressed together, as his cock works diligently into you. Enthralled by your beauty and the faces of pleasure you make, he continues staring at you, madly in love. The peak of lust arriving soon, he buries his head into the crook of your neck, placing soft kisses into the sensitive area. He finishes inside making sure not to waste a single drop as he has one goal: to see you round with his child. 

Just a thought....

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #nanami x y/n #nanami x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk smut #nanami smut #nanami kento #nanami x reader #nanami drabbles #baby fever is so strong rn 😫 #i wanna be pregnant #right now!!

[flokali]

Boothill and a corrupt USB with a “love virus”… and you’re the poor, unfortunate engineer forced to deal with him in this state, except his little metal heart has gotten too attached to you and the feeling of overbearing longing that you make him feel… on the bright side, your wanted posters look lovely together ♥︎

#yandere honkai #yandere honkai star rail #yandere hsr #yandere boothill #boothill #yandere male #yandere concept #yandere x reader #yandere male x reader #boothill x reader #honkai star rail x reader #star rail x reader #i’ll elaborate on this i promise #my hsr brainrot is too strong rn - and sunday… sunday i have plans for you my boy #send star rail requests - i have a sparkle one that’s eating my brain but i can handle more please please please #๋࣭. ancient scrolls