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[whiskeyghoul]

She blinded me with science || [Spencer Reid x Goth!Reader] Pt2.

Read part 1 here

Read part 3 here

A/N: OMG I can’t believe how much people enjoyed part 1? Seriously, as I am finishing this part up it has reached over 500 notes, I am shocked and so very thankful for the love. I didn’t expect it. A silly little fic not proof read, totally self indulgent, really this is so wonderful and I appreciate everyone who has taken the time to read it and reblog, like or comment on it. I hope part 2 doesn’t disappoint. Part 3 is going to be here soon too, which will be the unofficial date.

WC: 1,9K ~

Tags: Fluff, just fluff, Spencer is a flustered mess, Alt!Reader, Goth!Reader, 2 idiots flirting, Reader and Penelope are besties, use of Y/N, Penelope has been playing matchmaker, alluding to a date, crushes.

Warnings: None. 

Your pov.

It was a late Sunday afternoon. You were sitting on Penelope Garcia’s couch, cup of hot tea in hand. Legs curled up on the couch with a colorful blanket over your lap. It clashed just ever so slightly with your dark outfit. The two of you are in complete contrast to each other. Penelope was a ball of color in a bright purple dress with a lemon pattern, large yellow earrings and a blue bolero sweater. Compared to your all black ensemble she was a ray of sunshine. An array of snacks spread out over the coffee table. The aforementioned peppy blonde was sitting next to you on the couch. Deeply engrossed with the romance show playing on the TV. You watched it together every Sunday, when a new episode would come out. Today your mind was somewhere else completely.

“He hasn’t called yet.” You spoke up. Penelope eyed you curiously, “Who?” She asked, her focus gone from the show. Her eyes peered at you with interest from behind the cat eye glasses she had picked out that day. “Doctor Reid.” You turned your head back to the TV casually, trying to not seem bothered. You could hear Penelope hold back a small squeal. It sounded more like a gasp that way. “Oh my god! Are you interested in him? What did he do to impress you? I have been trying to set you up for ages! You have shot down any person I have discussed with you. Always something wrong.” She started rambling, hearing the clink of her glass being put on the coffee table. Her hands grabbed yours, making you look back at her and rolling your eyes. “Firstly: I am not ‘interested’ in him. Secondly: I just thought he would have called by now. Or stopped by at least.” You shrugged noncommittally. You were just a little interested. Thinking back to that meeting.

When Spencer had stepped into the lab earlier that week, courtesy of Penelope, you had found his awkward demeanor endearing. He was hot, that was for sure, and tall, you remembered having to look up at him, Those dark brown eyes pinning you in place. Especially when you had stood so close together. You had wanted to tease him after watching him stumble over his sentences. See him even more flustered. It made you somewhat excited. When you had given him your number you could feel his pulse racing under his skin. He had shown many signs of being interested yet he hadn’t even texted you. It made you rethink the interaction. 

“Well, he couldn’t have stopped by. They got called on a case in Utah so he’s not really in the area right now.” Penelope clarified. Those words put your mind at ease more than you expected them to. “Oh, I guess he can’t really get to the lab then.” You shrugged. Just a little disappointed but feeling relieved that apparently he hadn’t meant to not visit you. Or maybe he had done so on purpose if he would be close. Your earlier relief was replaced by a mild panic again. Trying to convince yourself you weren’t interested in Dr. Reid. Although, he could have texted.

You could practically feel Penelope smirk as you turned your attention back on the TV. Unable to focus but pretending to. “Spence is not one for texting. He probably has been getting to the hotel at ungodly hours and hasn’t had time to call.” it was like she could read your mind. “Don’t do that.” You said with a shudder. “Do what?” Penelope questioned innocently. “Read my mind like that. It’s weird.” You answered, making her laugh. “Just goes to show how well I know you.” She answered with a smile. It was true. She knew you too well you would even argue. The fact both of you were women in a male dominated field, both dressed eccentricly, and both with a passion for cheesy movies and tv shows. It was only a matter of time until you were best friends after your first run in.

“Why did you call?” You asked, trying to continue on without dawdling. “Oh eh, the report, I ehm…” He was quiet for a moment. It crossed your mind that maybe he didn’t need to speak with you, but he wanted to. “Yes?” You urged after a silence had fallen on the other side of the phone line. There was an intake of breath from Spencer, a moment that signaled he might be trying to raise some courage. “I didn’t want to talk about the report.” He finally spoke. It made you smile, your cheeks flushing ever so slightly. “Oh, well then what did you want to talk about?” You added a bit of playfulness in your tone. You pictured him, holding the phone to his ears that were tipped red. His face was probably just as flushed as it had been in the lab. 

Your phone, which was placed on the table, lit up at that moment. The ringtone played at a high volume, making the cure blast through the room. Your eyes quickly flickered to the screen. Caller ID unknown. You picked up the phone, hesitant of the unknown caller, deciding to hang up instead. You had been plagued by telemarketers for the past month and really didn’t want to deal with that right now. If it was important they would call again. And they did, you still had your phone in your hands when it went off again. “Just pick it up! I will keep watch over our show, fill you in later.” Penelope said, motioning her hands for you to get up. You got off the couch, soft blanket falling to the ground as you picked up the phone. Softly padding away to the kitchen to be out of earshot of Penelope. “Y/n speaking.” you answered, waiting to hear from the other end of the line.

“Hey… ehm… is this not the right time? Are you busy?” The voice on the other end of the line made you straighten up slightly in surprise. “Doctor Reid.” You breathe out his name quietly, adding a “Now is a perfectly good time.” to your sentence. Wondering how hearing his voice through the slightly tin-like phone speaker made you feel a little flutter in your stomach. “Good… I didn’t want to bother you. You can just call me Spencer by the way. Doctor sounds too formal. I just introduce myself like that. It’s a habit. I don’t call you Doctor L/n either. So call me Spencer.” He started rambling. A smile spread across your lips, this rambly version was different from how speechless he had been in the lab. You held back a giggle. Apparently you had rendered him speechless in the lab. “Alright, Spencer.” You answered, the humor in your voice apparent. His breath hitched a little on the other side of the line. 

“You didn’t make a bad impression. I gave you my number for a reason.” You told him with a smile, a little giddy as the words ‘he called me pretty’ kept bouncing around your head. “And I am sorry I called without any real reason to… I know it was for talking about the report. Though Morgan tried to convince me it wasn’t.” Spencer answered. You rolled your eyes at that. Ofcourse, this hyper intelligent man would mix up what you were trying to do. “I gave you my number because I wanted you to call me. Not about the report. I just wanted you to call me. About anything.” There was apparently a need to clear up that confusion. It was silent for another moment. “Oh.” It was like realization dawned on him. “So I should have called sooner, right?” His question made you laugh softly, trying not to clue in Penelope on your call.  “Yes, you should have. Or could have at least. I was waiting.” You answered back, smiling at the ground. You fidgeted with one of the large rings on your free hand, twisting the cool metal round with your thumb.

“I ehm- I haven’t been able to focus, on the case that is. Because I keep thinking about the lab. How I probably came off as a mess, I just didn’t know what to say because you looked so… Not that you look bad because you don’t, you looked really nice. Emily says my IQ gets slashed down to 68 when I am around pretty girls. I wanted to make a good impression. I couldn’t find the words though. I usually don’t make great first impressions, because I tend to ramble. Just- I really really hope I didn’t make a bad first impression.” His sentences flowed into each other like word vomit. Nervous, quick, and hardly understandable. Luckily, you were trained in the art of understanding nervous rambles when Penelope would spiral into one from time to time. However he had called you pretty. “Spencer.” You said his name almost like a question. There was a beat of silence. “Yes?” He asked softly, he sounded so nervous.

“I’m sorry I didn’t.” You could almost hear the smile in his voice. The slight uptick in his pitch. You imagined he was still fiddling with the sleeve of his sweater, or was perhaps looking at his shoes with a grin. “You can make it up to me by buying me a coffee when you get back.” The suggestion came naturally, you didn’t even have to think about it. The words left your lips before you could, really. “What do you like?” Spencer asked without hesitation. “Cinnamon latte.” You answered it softly, a little surprised he agreed so readily. A giddy feeling in your stomach. “Alright, cinnamon latte, I’ll remember.” Spencer sounded a little breathy, like he too was feeling giddy at the prospects of having coffee together. Like the idea of taking time to get to know each other at work over a warm beverage was the perfect first date. “What do you like?” You asked in turn, wanting to know what he would usually get. Knowing more about him would feel so domestic and sweet. “Black coffee, usually with tons of sugar.” He had a hint of embarrassment in your voice. A little muffled like he had covered his mouth to hold in the confession of drinking it so sweet. You smiled at his answer. Of course he had a sweet tooth. “Tons of sugar, I’ll remember.” You mirrored his words. 

“Oh! My! God!” You heard Penelope gasp from the living room. Knocking you out of your little phone call bubble with Spencer. “I think I have to go. You better call me tomorrow.” You said it lightheartedly. Just wanting to hear from him again soon. “I will. I’ll call you.” Spencer answered. “Bye Spencer.” “Bye Y/n.” You hung up with a smile, already turning and walking back into the living room. Penelope turned around on the couch to look at you, “They shot Richard!” She looked absolutely shocked as she gave you the news of your favorite character being hurt. You couldn’t wipe the smile from your face though. “Spencer called.” You saw her face form from a shocked to surprise expression, “Oh! My! God!” She sounded a lot happier that time, and you knew you wouldn't hear the end of it.

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[switchypanic]

Wishful Thinking || A 'Hazbin Hotel' Tickle Fic (100 Follower Special)

Summary: Vox's obsession with Alastor is no secret, but the true extent and nature of said obsession is an entirely different story. As his thoughts grow increasingly consumed by his rival, Vox finds it harder and harder to think about anything else, ultimately coming to a head with a very interesting discovery.

Content Warnings: Canon-typical language, brief mild violence, use of restraints, a lil' bit of blackmail, and Vox being a thirsty bitch for Alastor (because we love a good dose of one-sided attraction). Also, not really a warning, but any scenes that take place in somebody's head are in blue and italics (you'll see what I mean as you read).

Word Count: 3,669 words.

Vox couldn't fucking stand Alastor.

His stupid smile, his stupid voice, those stupid powers that allowed him to crush anyone in his way like an insect. The man was infuriating, always acting so calm and in control, even after Vox managed to get the drop on him that fateful day seven years ago. It was like nothing could touch him in any MEANINGFUL way, a fact that frustrated Vox to no end.

Yes, Alastor was nothing but a big pain in the ass, constantly doing anything in his power to screw with Vox, oftentimes broadcasting it for the entirety of Pride to witness.

Worst of all was the way that he infiltrated Vox's processor, filling his head with fantasies he had no way of controlling without shutting himself down completely. And it wasn't even intentional! That bastard had no idea what he was doing, or if he did, he gave no indication of it! No, he just kept on smiling that stupid grin, making those passive aggressive remarks, acting like he wasn't the thing consuming Vox's mind nearly twenty-four hours a day.

Vox watched the surveillance footage captured earlier that morning, feeling his breath hitch at the staticky image being displayed. He could just barely make out Alastor's form through the distortion (another thing that Vox hated about him; the bastard made it damn near impossible to get a clear image of him), standing outside the doors of little Princess Morningstar's hotel discussing something unintelligible with that winged cat sinner who often hung around him.

Through the grainy audio, he could just make out Alastor barking out a laugh, the sound itself laced with static and radio interference. The deer demon's shoulders shook, his ears pinning back slightly as he chortled, his companion letting out an irritated huff in response.

How many times had Vox watched the clip now? He had honestly lost count. He didn't know why he kept returning to that particular moment of footage; nothing particularly useful or interesting was occurring. Just a regular conversation, from what he could tell. There was just...something in the other overlord's moment of mirth that captured his full attention, setting something ablaze within the TV demon.

More; he wanted to hear more.

The lights flickered, the sound of screeching radio filling the air, accompanied by something entirely different.

Giggling, pure and hysterical.

Alastor lurched forwards, hands latched onto Vox's wrists as he tried to lean forward and away from the other demon, who held him firmly against his chest. "Rehehehehelease me at ohohohohonce!" The usually composed overlord was a mess, face tinted a bright shade of red, eyes crinkled with mirth as another wave of snickers shook his frame. "Shihihihihihihit!"

Vox chuckled, leaning forward to croon into Alastor's ear, which immediately flicked at the feeling of the other's warm breath. "What's the matter, old man? Too ticklish?" He sang, smirk widening. "What would the public think, knowing the famed Radio Demon is so...sensitive..." He growled the last part, low and teasing, resulting in a shriek of microphone feedback from Alastor. "Perhaps I should turn on some of my cameras, hm? I doubt you could focus on messing with them while your giggling so hard. I could let all of Hell know just how much of a ticklish little-"

Vox blinked, pulled from his daydream by a raised brow from Velvette. "Vox, are you listening to me? This is important shit! I need to make sure you're on top of the advertisements for my new collection if we are going to see any substantial sales!"

Vox cleared his throat, trying to urge his screen to COOL THE FUCK DOWN before his flusteredness became obvious. "Apologies, I seem to have gotten distracted. You were saying, my sweet?"

Vox chuckled, watching his rival's squirming form, bound to the chair with the purest grade of angelic steel money could buy.

Only the best for this occasion.

"Well, well! Look what the cat dragged in!" Vox laughed, walking in circles around Alastor, taking in every detail of the scene before him. He was going to relish thing; savor it. He had waited so long to have the other at his mercy, and now he was going to take his sweet time and ENJOY the fruits of his labor. "You've lost your touch, old timer! It was far too easy to catch you in my little trap."

Alastor's eyes narrowed, grin tightening in a clear show of displeasure. "You would do well to remember who you are speaking to." He retorted, chin raising defiantly as Vox finally stopped in front of him.

"Oho, I remember good and well. I'm talking to the prick who has done nothing but make my life harder ever since he arrived here, and I'm going to see to it you feel every second of what's coming next." He leaned forward, locking eyes with the other overlord as he gave a grin of his own, his far more devious. "Little buck."

Vox's hand's shot out, latching onto Alastor's ribcage and beginning to claw at the boney torso. Alastor's breath hitched, his eyes widening with alarm. His grin became more strained as he jerked forward, trying to curl inwards on himself. His breathing became sporadic, lips sealed shot as a wobbly, genuine smile began to curl at the corners of his mouth. "F-Fuhuhuck!"

The TV demon laughed lowly. "Trying to hold out, are we? We'll see how long that lasts..."

Vox awoke with a start, his screen turning on as he bolted up in bed. His eyes were wide, immediately flicking over to Valentino, who lay beside him. Thankfully, the moth was still sound asleep, snoring loudly without a care in the world. Vox sighed, running a hand across his face and feeling the heat of a blush under his palm.

Damn it, this was starting to get out of control!

Vox was going mad! No matter how hard he tried to clear his thoughts, they always returned back to those deep, hidden desires playing out over and over in his processor. He found himself constantly thinking about Alastor's smile, his laugh, the prospect of taking him down with a few well placed squeezes or prods. To make matters worse, Vox was having a hard time FUNCTIONING at work because of this, and he could tell the other Vees were starting to catch on that something was up.

The TV demon rung his hands together, pacing back and forth in his private office. He had to find a solution FAST or he was royally screwed!

'Damn you, Alastor!’ Vox thought, a small growl slipping out as he rubbed his forehead, flopping into his chair and turning to face one of the many spying monitors plastered to the wall. "Pull up what we have on the Hazbin Hotel." He grumbled, giving in to his urge to spy on his rival once more. Inside, he secretly hoped to catch another fleeting moment of mirth from Alastor, even if it was just a chuckle.

Three monitors came to life, showing the hotel from various angles, with one focused directly on the front entrance. Aside from his...ongoing interest in the Radio Demon, Vox liked to keep tabs on who was going in and out of the hotel, just to make sure the princess wasn't gaining any more powerful allies he needed to know about. The scene was serene, or at least as serene as a live feed of Hell COULD be, nothing out of place. It seemed luck wasn't on Vox's side, as Alastor was nowhere to be seen. The TV host felt his eye twitch in irritation, disappointment stirring within him.

"You motherfucker! This is a brand new suit!" Vox yelled angrily as Alastor dodged another of his attempts to strike him.

The Radio Demon let out an amused chuckle (though unfortunately not the kind of laugh Vox had been secretly craving), one flick of his microphone sending three tentacles darting at Vox from different directions, which the other barely managed to avoid. "Really? Could have fooled me with how tacky and outdated it looks." The redhead retorted smugly.

"Oh, fuck you! I'll wipe that shit-eating grin off your face!" Vox retorted, giving up on using his powers in favor of lunging for the deer demon himself.

Alastor took a step back, Vox's claws just barely grazing the sides of his neck. The radio host opened his mouth, as if to make another snide remark, but whatever he said died in his throat and was replaced by a startled crack of microphone feedback. The two demons froze, eyes widened as they stared at each other wordless for a moment.

"What the fuck was-" Vox started, but in the blink of an eye, Alastor was gone and their fight was seemingly over.

"I mean, seriously?! What the fuck WAS that?!" Vox asked himself, finding himself pacing around his private surveillance room once more. "He never runs from a fight with me! Shit, he only ran from Adam because he was about to fucking die! He was nowhere near that point today!"

Did Vox somehow managed to hurt him? No, he had thrown far worse at the Radio Demon before without leaving so much as a scratch. He had BARELY touched him, and even with his claws, it couldn't have possibly hurt. So what...

The TV demon stopped, eyes shooting wide open as his breath quickened. No...no fucking way...

Alastor was ticklish. Not just in Vox's mind's eye, not just in his secret fantasies. He was actually, tangibly ticklish, and going from the reaction one brief touch had garnered, horrifically so.

Vox's processor raced at the prospect. He had been daydreaming about turning the other overlord into a cackling puddle, wheezing for mercy through a cracked voice, but he had never actually imagined it was possible! Vox got the feeling this discover was only going to make his daydreaming problem worse, but at the moment, he couldn't bring himself to care.

Alastor was TICKLISH...

'There has to be some way I can...some trick I can pull to...' Vox's mind raced, barely able to finish a sentence. He HAD to have the other now, even if just for a brief instance. Vox NEEDED to feel that high of reducing his mortal enemy to giggling shambles; to know what it felt like to be the one to finally BREAK the feared Radio Demon. But how?

Obviously the heat of battle wasn't the best place, though it would ensure a public audience to witness his victory. He doubted Alastor would agree to a private meeting, especially after their most recent fight. And there was CERTAINLY no way Vox was going to lower himself enough to go crawling to Princess Morningstar's little hotel. No, Vox was going to have to come up with another solution.

"Something on your mind?" A voice purred from behind him, low and dangerous. Vox yelped, whipping around with widened eyes. From one of the darkened corners of the room, Alastor seeped out of the shadows, grin ever present but appearing more strained than usual. Vox felt a nervous lump form in his throat.

"What the fuck?! How did you even get in here?!" He yelled, immediately moving to hit the alarm button on his control console, only to find his wrist being suddenly restrained by a shadowy tentacle sprouting from the floor.

"Ah, ah!" Alastor tutted, taking a few steps forward. "None of that. I just want to talk." He cocked his head to the side. "And as for how I got in, let's just say your security is shockingly terrible for a demon of your status."

Vox's eyes narrowed. "If you're going to kill me, at least make it quick." He growled, attempting to put on a brave face and save a bit of his pride.

"Kill you? Why, I'm planning to do no such thing, at least not today! After all, to defeat one's rival in such a disgraceful, sneaky manner would not be becoming of either of us, would it?" Alastor chuckled, moving closer to Vox as another tentacle grabbed ahold of his other wrist, keeping the TV demon rooted firmly in place. A flash of green magic briefly passed over Alastor's eyes as he chuckled. "Though it would be quite easy for me to do so with you sooo defenseless."

Vox's brows furrowed in confusion. "Then why the hell are you here?"

"Like I said, I just want to talk." Alastor leaned forward, maintain eye contact with the shorter demon. "To ensure that you keep your trap shut about matters which do not concern you."

"What are you going on about?" Vox sighed, clearly irritated by the other's continued vagueness. He continued to stare at the other demon, who merely continued to watch him wordlessly, before it dawned on him. "You're worried I'm gonna tell somebody you're fucking ticklish?"

Alastor's eye gave the slightest twitch. "Sensitive." He corrected.

"I'm pretty sure you're ticklish." Vox retorted, taking some delight in his rival's clear displeasure. "And what makes you think holding me hostage in my own office would stop me from mentioning it during my next broadcast? You can't keep me like this forever."

The sound of microphone feedback briefly overtook the air around him, making Vox wince at the volume and pitch. "No, I can't keep you here indefinitely, but I can provide you with a little incentive to keep your trap shut." One of the tentacles coiled further down Vox's arm, the end gently brushing over the trapped overlord's armpit. Vox tensed, breath hitching as his eyes grew wide as saucers. "You see, don't think I haven't noticed your own sensitivity, Vox. In fact, I've known about it for some time."

Shit.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about! Get the fuck away from me!" Vox stammered, eyes locked onto the other's devious smirk.

"Oh, come now, don't be shy! It's not as if it was especially hard to find out about! We have fought so often, categorizing your little weak points was easy enough to accomplish!" Alastor took a step closer as the shadowy tentacle began to stroke Vox's armpit more firmly, slowly moving up and down in an agonizingly teasy motion. "I will admit, it took me some time to figure out why you often flinched at the slightest of touches during battle. However, all it took was witnessing one little tickle fight at the hotel to make everything fall into place."

Another of Alastor's tentacle slipped up, beginning to tweak at Vox's side, causing him to bite down on his lip in a desperate attempt to hold back snickers. "Those weren't the reactions of a man barely avoiding a fatal blow, those were the reactions of a man trying oh so hard to keep from giggling."

Vox felt his screen heating more and more by the second, both from embarrassment and the effort to keep his laughter bottled up. What the fuck was happening?! How was this real life?! The TV demon lurched forward, straining against the restrains as a particularly well-placed prod to his hipbone pulled a soft snort out of him. "Shuhuhut the fuck up!"

"Being stubborn, are we? I expected nothing less." Alastor chuckled, clearly amused. "Perhaps I should take a page from Angel Dust's playbook then, hm?" The other overlord suddenly materialized behind Vox, melting from the shadows and resting a clawed hand on the back of Vox's head. His grip tightened, pulling Vox's head backwards as he crooned into his ear. "Coochie coochie coo..."

Vox just about short circuited at that, the sound of loud television static filling the air. As Alastor's free hand suddenly dug into his stomach, he couldn't hold back any longer, bursting into a wave of panicked giggles. "Ohohohoho shihihihihihit!" The flood gates had opened, and Vox had no hope of closing them again, no matter how hard he tried.

"Lovely." Alastor seemed quite pleased with himself, clawed fingers scribbling across his rival's exposed midriff as the tentacles (thankfully) stopped their own attacks, now focusing on holding the TV demon nice and still.

"Fuhuhuhuhuck you! Lehehehehet mehehehe go!" Vox tried to sound threatening, he really did, but that was impossible when every word was laced with titters. He squirmed desperately, attempting to curl inwards and protect his sensitive torso, but the restraints held firm. His voice raised in pitch as Alastor zeroed in on his upper stomach, just below the ribs, refusing to acknowledge the borderline squeal he made.

"And why would I do that? I have you right where I want you; nice and helpless..." There was a low growl to Alastor's words, both threatening and teasing in the most awful of ways, sending Vox further spiraling into flusteredness. His claws began to slowly inch upwards, like a spider slowly climbing towards prey trapped in its web. "From what I have gathered, your ribs seem to be an area you're quite desperate to defend during our little fights. I wonder why that could be, hm?"

The TV host began shaking his head furiously. "Dooohohon't yohohohou fucking dahahahahare! I'll kihihihihihihill you!" He snorted, the sound of television static increasing ever so slightly.

"Oops, too late!" Alastor's claws dug in, beginning to rake across Vox's rib cage slowly, moving up to just below the armpits before cascading back down to just above the stomach.

Vox screeched, thrashing becoming downright desperate as he threw his head back with laughter. "NOHOHOHOHOHOOO! OHOHOHOHOHO MY GAHAHAHAHAHAD, STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!" His cooling systems had kicked in, the fans whirling loudly as they attempted to cool down his quickly heating form. "NAHAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHERE!"

Alastor chuckled devilishly. "Why Vox, you should know better! Everyone knows that saying "not there" only makes the attack want to exploit that spot even more." He hummed, mockingly pretending to think. "Perhaps you DID know, and you're just enjoying this so much you want me to keep going? Is that it?"

The other overlord let out a startled squeal at the feeling of something fiddling with his antenna; when had ANOTHER tentacle popped up?!

Vox face felt like it was on fire from the teasing, his laughter pitching up with flustered desperation. "SHUHUHUHUT THE FUHUHUHUHUHUHUCK UP! THAHAHAHAT'S NOHOHOHOHOT TRUE!" He denied vehemently, knees starting to go weak. After a moment, his legs gave out, but instead of slumping to the floor, Vox found himself being held up by Alastor's sentient shadow. The creature's grin widened, becoming downright feral as it let out an amused cackle at his plight.

"Whatever you say, old pal! Now, if you REALLY want this to stop, you will agree to keep what you discovered today between us alone." Alastor rested his chin on Vox's shoulder, the touch shooting a bigger shock through his nervous system than any tickling ever could. "Do we have a deal?"

Vox's processor was racing a thousand miles a minute. Fuck, why was this actually fucking fun?! What was wrong with him?! He knew he should have hated it; the powerlessness, the teasing, the terror of being so utterly defenseless in front of his greatest rival. Yet...he didn't hate it, a fact he found more flustering than any tease Alastor could have pulled out of his ass.

No, Vox did NOT want it to stop.

Still, if Vox DIDN'T give in, it would only confirm the assumption deer demon had so accurately deduced, and he wasn't sure his heart would be able to take the cruel, crooning teases Alastor would no doubt come up with upon such a revelation. When weighing the humiliation of yielding to Alastor to the humiliation of admitting that he was ENJOYING getting tickled to the brink of his sanity, Vox would take the former any day.

"FIHIHIHIHINE, HOHOHOHOHOLY SHIHIHIHIHIT! DEAL, DEHEHEHEHEEEEAL!" He screeched, a little wheeze slipping out as one of the tentacles tugged on his sensitive antenna. "JUHUHUST STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP, YOU BAHAHAHAHASTARD!"

As soon as those words were uttered, all touch disappeared, and Alastor reappeared a few feet in front of Vox. The overlord collapsed against his surveillance console, panting as his fans worked overtime to cool his body down. He shook with residual titters, his sharp-toothed grin nearly slipping his screen in two.

"There, was that so hard?" Alastor purred, sharing a smug grin with his shadow. "Now, I expect you to hold to our deal, otherwise I will have to take this little audio recording and make it the center of my next broadcast!" The deer demon twirled his cane, gazing at it and humming as Vox's eyes shot open.

"What now?"

Alastor scoffed. "Oh, please! Did you really think I would take you on your word alone that you would stay silent? I knew you would not make a soul deal with me over it, so I took matters into my own hands." The other sinner explained. "See, my microphone was recording our little interaction the whole time, minus the parts about my own...shortcomings. Think of it as insurance; it will not be released to the public as long as you behave yourself!"

Vox's face exploded into a bright blush blush. "Wait, that wasn't part of the fucking-"

"Oops, I'm afraid I have another engagement to attend to! Until we meet again!" Alastor cut him off, melting back into the shadows and disappearing from sight before Vox could finish his sentence. The TV host growled, flopping into his chair. His claws dug into the armrests, slicing into the slight padding. That prick! He couldn't just-

The overlord sighed in defeat after a moment, eyes closing as his breathing slowly returned to normal and his fans kicked off. He could still feel those claws scratching at his ribs, setting his nervous system alight with ticklish fire. He could still hear that voice, singing those awful, teasing words into his ear. He could still feel his limbs strain against the tentacle's hold, preventing him from squirming away no matter how hard he tried. Vox swallowed, feeling his blush returning full force.

He might have a different daydream to worry about now...

#brief ticklish!alastor #ticklish!vox #hazbin hotel tickle fic #hazbin hotel tickles #tickle fic #sfw tickles #sfw tickling #sfw tickling community #tickling community #sfw twords #sfw tword community #tword community #switchy writes tickles

[moon-rivr]

silly list of hc’s about cat dad! miguel to get me out of a writing slump :p (pretty sure i did it wrong 😭)

cat owner! miguel who swore he didn’t want the cat you’d found off the street, demanding for you to take it back where you found it.

“i don’t have time to deal with that cat, just take it back where you found it. quien sabe, de pronto hasta tiene pulgas,” his tone was firm as he spoke, making it clear that he wasn’t comfortable with the cat being here. “c’mon.. i’ll take care of it. you won’t even notice that she’s here. please?” you held the cat up, your puppy eyes and the cat’s pleading look melting his resolve bit by bit. “fine. but if she so much as scratches the couch, she’s out.” (who knows, it might even have fleas)

cat owner! miguel who swore he didn’t like the cat, despite the fact that he made sure not to finish his food just to leave it some leftovers.

“is something wrong with the food? you usually like to lick the plate clean,” you noted after seeing that miguel separated a bit of his food to the side of the plate. “no. i’m just saving some up for the cat so she doesn’t have to eat that kibble alone,” he explained like it should’ve been obvious. you hid the smile on your face as you noted the way that miguel called the cat over after pouring the leftovers in the bowl, his gaze intently on the cat as she ate her food like he wanted to make sure she liked it.

cat owner! miguel who fell asleep on the couch with the kitten sprawled out on his chest, hand on its back mid stroke as they both snored.

you’d thought that your eyes were deceiving you after a long day of work, that your exhaustion had affected your vision by now. you rubbed your eyes a couple times, seeing miguel sleeping comfortably with the cat after he’d claimed that it was time to start looking for a new home for her. you went over to put a blanket over them, noticing that he’d bought a collar for her with the name you were both discussing earlier that week. ‘florecita’ written on the small pendant along with his contact information. (little flower)

cat dad! miguel who finally admitted that the cat wasn’t ‘all too bad’ when you caught him putting a spider-man costume similar to his own on the cat for halloween.

“okay, maybe we shouldn’t kick her out. she’s actually pretty well behaved when it comes down to it,” he admitted, his face turned away from you as he worked out the final design on the cat. “you’re dressing her up like you?” you inquired, noticing the all too familiar red and blue design. “well yeah, she’s gonna look like the coolest cat in the neighborhood,” he told you, florecita letting out a meow like she was agreeing with him.

cat dad! miguel who was completely surprised to find out the sweet girl he’d been cuddling with when you weren’t home turned out to be a boy.

“ay florecita, you don’t know how hard it was to decide on your name just to have to change it,” he spoke to the cat while he held it in his arms, the shock starting to wear off as the two of you walked back home from the vet. “we could just call him garfield,” you suggested, since the two of you noticed that the cat always lingered at the table whenever you had lasagna. “garfield it is, mijo,” he spoke, more so to the cat as he stroked its back.

cat dad! miguel who got subjected to your relentless teasing about how reluctant he’d been to let the cat in at first.

“thought you didn’t like the cat,” you murmured, watching as miguel made a tuna cake for the cat’s first year with the two of you. “isn’t that joke starting to run its course?” he grumbled, holding the cat up to the cake as miguel blew on the candle. “just saying, you’re acting really friendly for someone who didn’t want it at first,” you replied, taking a seat at the table as miguel fed small pieces to garfield.

cat dad! miguel who can’t picture coming home without the cat being there waiting for him anymore, the comfort of being by your side and the cat’s being his motivation for every mission that he goes by.

he’d never been one for having wallpapers on his gizmo, but he’d selected one that had both of you with the cat on it. he found it to be somewhat of a lighthouse in the middle of a storm, anchoring him back home whenever he thought that he’d lost everything. whenever he thought that he had nothing to fight for anymore, the picture reminding him of two of the things that he cared about the most.

#moon-rivr #miguel o’hara #this is really just based on my dad’s reaction to my dog 😭 #atsv miguel #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o’hara drabble #miguel o’hara fluff #miguel o’hara fanfiction #miguel o’hara fic #miguel spiderman #spiderman 2099 #spiderman 2099 fluff #spiderman across the spiderverse #miguel spiderverse #miguel x y/n #miguel x you

[fshigur0]

heartburn — suguru geto x fem!reader

synopsis: suguru geto has left, that happened many years ago. but when all of a sudden he texts you back, hinting to an urgent matter you have to discuss, you accept out of curiosity. but we all know the story of how curiosity killed the cat.

warnings: MDNI! basically smut with a bit of plot, angst in the beginning, mentions of death, suguru is sadistic, praise kink, begging kink, use of pet names (such as love, dove, sweetheart, princess, etc.), manipulation, unprotected sex, teasing, vaginal penetration, slapping, creampie, dirty talk, suguru is just cruel, angst at the end. it might have left space for a part two? who knows

a/n: this is a repost! hope u like it hehe <3<3

The sheer lightness of being was something extremely unfamiliar for a sorcerer. Your existence was inexorably intertwined with a fate that was, to say the least, cruel, and at the mere age of sixteen — in the very spring of one’s life, it all felt excessively tragic.

You couldn’t really retrace the rapidity of how it happened, but although death should have been a gradual concept to learn for a group of teenagers, it loomed over you; watching from afar like a predator does with its prey, and when you least expected it, it would engulf you like a cruel serpent, completely stealing your breath away.

As soon as the spring of your youth was abruptly shattered – reduced to ashes by an uncontrollable fire – you realized you had lost Suguru as well.

Perhaps out of denial or maybe as a form of protection, you had always told yourself that noticing the pain Suguru was going through had been impossible: after all, you were suffering too. In fact, everyone was suffering, but none of you shared the experience of pain with each other.

You suffered in silence in the darkness of your rooms, in the emptiness of a classroom, but you couldn’t show weakness for fear of weakening each other as a result. Yet, you realized – now almost ten years since the events that had mercilessly changed your life – that all that “care” would amount to nothing. You and Suguru had already lost from the start. When he had decided to leave your life completely, he himself had said that ’it was going to happen anyway, eventually’.

It was at that particular moment that you focused on the details of his face: purplish dark circles dominated the lower part of his eyes, which you had always admired before as they were brimming with love, now devoid of any emotion.

You loved him and, truly, you had loved him ever since you sat next to him in class. His stature and expression might have seemed intimidating to everyone, but having him beside you conveyed a sense of… safety; the first time he cracked a small, soft smile at you, your cheeks ignited and your heart drummed in your chest so hard you feared it might burst from your ribcage. Suguru was kind, and always addressed you in a low but delicate tone, as if he feared that raising it even a little would shatter you.

Sure, you had fallen in love, but Suguru had fallen harder. He loved the way your eyes would slowly trace the pages of your favourite book, their intense colour lit by a ray of nomadic sunshine. He loved the tenderness of your fingertips on his scalp and the way you could send shivers down his spine just by running your hand through his hair. He loved the way your voice syllabled his name, it was pure music to his ears. Suguru loved you, but you both knew it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough, because the world he so yearned to create was much more valuable than you.

The stabs that his words had inflicted soon gave way to a disturbing sense of guilt: if you had realised this earlier, could you have changed the course of the story? Could you have prevented his transformation into a mass murderer? Could you have saved the Suguru Geto you knew? The questions plagued your mind, never to be answered.

And just as the first love of your youth walked out of your life, his silhouette growing smaller, that sense of guilt which tormented you morphed into disgust. Spring had come to an end, making way for a long winter.

〔From Suguru Geto〕 : there are some urgent matters we have to discuss. i’ll come to your place.

He’s sitting on your couch, manspreading. His arms crossed over his chest and his head slightly tilted back, eyes firmly glued on you; his gaze is unbearable, and that mocking grin on his face does not help your cause.

You want to punch him so badly, to scream and yell at him, to ask him why on earth he has decided walk back into your life after so long: but it was you who had allowed him to do it, who had opened the front door for him despite your hands shaking — your mind trying in vain to stop you, to warn you that what you were about to do was morally wrong.

Surely, you won’t be able to look the others in the face any more, not after you have welcomed a criminal into your home, a murderer whom everyone wants dead.

“So, cat’s got ya tongue?”

You take in the last drag of your cigarette, now consumed, savoring the remnants of nicotine tingling your brain. You want to snap back at him for asking such a dumb question, what are you supposed to say? Welcome him back like nothing happened? Throw a party?

“I have nothing to tell you, Suguru. Rather, it was you who texted me out of nowhere,” You acknowledge that you have raised your voice slightly, as if just hearing him speak irritates you to your core, “So speak.”

“Mhmh, you really haven’t changed much, have ya?” His smirk only grows bigger, like he is getting amused at that sight of you. “You still get heated up pretty quickly, I see.”

You scoff, an expression of sheer disbelief on your face. “Seriously, Suguru?” It hadn’t even been ten minutes and he was already taunting you; you hated him, hated that he was treating you like that after breaking your heart, hated that he was breaking it once more right after you had managed to glue the pieces back together. “Listen here, Geto,” and he raises an eyebrow, the smirk slowly vanishing, as if your use of his surname had wounded his pride, “What on earth do you want from me? You don’t show up for years and now you’re here, acting like nothing’s wrong and, and…”

“… And that hurts your feelings, love?”

A stab in the chest would have hurt less, you think. But right now all the suffering you’ve gone through erupts into an anger that blinds you. “You better not fuck with me or I’ll make you regret coming here.”

Silence suddenly drops in your living room, and for a moment the black-haired man remains stunned, blinking. Then, much to your surprise, he starts laughing: it’s that kind of laugh that pierces right through you and rumbles in your chest. However, you don’t understand why a part of you doesn’t mind.

You sit still, unable to utter a single word, an overwhelming feeling of shame washing over you.

You are currently sitting on two different sides of the room, however you now realise that you are actually extremely close. He shakes his head and leans forward slightly until one of his hands rests on your knee. The cool skin of his palm makes direct contact with yours. You quiver. Dammit, you think, did I really have to wear shorts today?

“Oh my, who thought you threatening me would be so cute?”

“Cut it out, Suguru, or else-”

“Or what, sweetheart? Will you snap my neck?” Suguru grabs your wrist, completely disregarding the strenght he does that with, and brings your hand to his neck, wrapping your palm around it. He applies some pressure, and it looks like he’s enjoying that.

“Or will you pierce my chest?” He then leads your hand to his chest, pushing it right over his heart, so hard that you feel his heartbeat vibrate on your skin. “Scream at me that I’m a jerk, that you have every reason to hate me — because you fucking do, Y/N.”

He pulls you in, so close the points of your noses are almost touching, and you feel his minty breath on your face. You should push him away, you really should, but you don’t want to.

“I really do.” You’re barely able to breathe out, lips chapped up.

You are essentially sitting on his lap, Suguru’s hand finding a way to the back of your thigh, squeezing your flesh. You let out a surprised squeal, and he knows he has you wrapped around his finger.

“I can see that” He responds, deep-brown eyes locked on you. “My sweet, sweet, little dove.”

Before you know it, Suguru closes the gap between the two of you, mouths clasping together. The kiss you share isn’t in any way chaste, and it doesn’t take long for you to start feeling breathless.

His hand caresses the abused spot he has just grasped, before cupping the curve of your ass, boldly ignoring the pink fabric of your shorts. The action makes your cunt throb, and you feel ashamed that not wearing a bra underneath your shirt had caused your hardened nipples to be so exposed.

“Suguru, please…” You beg, yet at this point you’re not sure what you’re begging for.

“Mhmh, I didn’t quite catch that, sweetheart. Can you repeat that for me?”

You know this has to stop, you are perfectly aware of that and the situation on its own is seriously unbelievable. Have you lost your mind? You have to tell him before it’s too late, you have to…

Smack.

The impact of his palm on your butt is sudden, but it takes your breath away for a second. Your mouth slightly parts, yet there is no sound coming out of it. You’re taken aback.

“I think I asked you to repeat yourself, haven’t I?”

He sticks his tongue out, tracing a vertical line along your neck, viciously nibbling on your sensitive skin as his hand rubs circles on your aching butt. His teeth then reach your earlobe, sending inebriating vibrations throughout your core.

You hesitate, and he slaps you again, this time it stings so much you bury your face into the crook of his neck. You bite the bottom of your lip, exhaling.

“P-Please, Suguru…” Stop it, let go of me, “Please, fuck me.”

He chuckles, and gently grabs you by the back of your neck, only to connect your mouths again. “You’re such a good girl,” he murmurs in a husky voice before sucking on your lower lip, releasing it with a light pop, “I missed you so fuckin’ much.”

As he pulls away, a thin thread of saliva separates you. Suguru’s hands grab the hems of your Kuromi shirt, uncovering your breasts, and he wastes no time as he starts sucking on the hardened buds.

“S-Suguru, mhhh…”

Your hands firmly grip his shoulders, head tilted back in pure bliss. You are drenched, and Suguru is quick to notice that: with a swift movement - which produces yet another squeal from you - he has you laying down, back against the soft cushions of the sofa.

You feel extremely defenseless as he positions himself above you, arms secured at the sides of your waist. You take a moment to admire how his long hair gracefully drops down, perfectly framing his face.

“I forgot how pretty you looked underneath me.”

He hums, and this has you clench your thighs together, yearning for some so much needed friction. Suguru then leans forward and places a soft kiss to your temple, and at the same time, his hands roughly grasp your legs to separate them exposing your drenched shorts.

“Would you look at that, already so wet for me, aren’t ya.”

You glance away for a mere second, your eyes scanning your surroundings just not to look at him. However, before you can tilt your head back in place, his mouth is on your clothed pussy: the warmth of his breath makes you throb in anticipation, as he taunts you, sucking on the fabric of your pyjamas.

Suguru adores the way you whimper, hips moving relentlessly as you attempt to grind against his mouth — needing more than what he is giving you. Yet, seeing you struggle for his attention makes his cock twitch. He pulls down your shorts, playing a little with your lace panties before leaving you completely naked.

“You’re so wet, princess, so fucking needy. You want my cock so bad?”

You let out a loud moan as he slides his fingers through your slick, coating them in your sweet juices. You don’t respond, and that seems to displease him, because he suddenly stops.

You’re about to protest when a stinging pain vibrates throughout your cunt, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, your first instinct is to close your legs. But Suguru slaps you across your pussy again, a stern look on his face, eyes entirely darkened.

“I asked you a question, sweetheart.”

“Y-Yes!” You whimper, the pain fading away all too quickly.

“Yes, what, mh?”

“Yes, yes I want your cock- please…”

“What do you want, again?”

He was tormenting you, knowing to be the only one in control of the situation. But you were a mess already, and you really wanted him, no, you needed him.

You stretched out your arm, hand groping his bulge making Suguru inhale through gritted teeth.

“I-I want your cock to fill me up, Suguru.”

Normally, you would wish you could wipe off the grin that had formed on his face. Yet, as he starts rubbing his tip against your folds, you forget about all that. Your ankles are positioned on his shoulders and his hands grasp your waist tightly, probably leaving marks as a result. He then pushes you into him without any warning, leaving you breathless, and speechless once more.

“F-Fuck, Y/N, you feel so fucking amazing, princess.” He grunts, taking a moment to feel your plush walls embrace his cock perfectly. “Haven’t felt this perfect pussy in a while.”

“S-Sugu…-”

His thrusts are rough, hips relentless as he fucks deep into you, your walls clenching at his words. It feels so fucking good, and it doesn’t take long before you’re a babbling mess, moaning his name and earning even more mean thrusts from him.

It makes no sense, you should hate him. You should hate the man who abandoned you, who turned his back on you when…

Suguru squeezes your cheeks together, forcing you to look directly at him, eyes locked with his. “Don’t think, you always think too much, pretty,” He then bends your knees with both his arms, literally squeezing you against the couch and his body, angling his cock so deeply that your eyes roll back.

“Look at that, I’m fucking you dumb. You’re such a good girl letting me fuck you dumb like this, huh? I bet you touched yourself thinkin’ about- mmh, fuck!- about me all these years.”

You try your best to nod, incoherent words leaving your lips as your eyes start getting glossy. The lewd squelching sounds his cock makes as he goes in and out of your pussy combined with your sweet mewls are driving Suguru crazy.

He slows down watching the creamy ring formed around his cock, a mixture of his pre-cum and your delicious juices. Then he lifts his gaze to look at you: tongue slightly stuck out, saliva on your chin, tears of pleasure streaming down your face.

“Aren’t you precious? Mhh- fuck, baby, I think I’m close.”

Your walls clench once again as he begins stretching you out once more, steady thrusts slapping against your cunt. The stimulation the friction gives you, and his cock constantly hitting the spot you love most is enough to make you arch your back, shock waves of pure bliss and pleasure making you scream his name.

“Sugu- Suguru… mhhh'love this, love you so much-”

Suguru can’t take it anymore, the sight of you being subdued by him, your body melting into his own as his pace slows down, but the thrusts get harder. Only you can look so heavenly underneath him, and only he can manipulate you however he wants.

He finally reaches his high, throwing his head back as he fills you up with his warm seed, making you reach your second orgasm. His breath is hitched as he pulls out of you, his cum leaking out of your over-stimulated pussy. Your forehead is sweaty, and some strands of hair are attached to it, yet you don’t seem to care.

There are no other words exchanged between the two of you, and the silence yet again fills up the room. Your eyes are fixated on the ceiling, and although you can’t see him, you hear him standing up.

“You leaving?”

“Yeah,” he responds without a hint of hesitation in his voice, the tiniest inclination of sympathy, “I have to.”

“So you got what you wanted.” You try your best not to sound hurt, but you can’t hide the piercing pain in your chest. “Is this why you came here, just because you wanted someone to fuck? Was that the urgent matter to discuss?”

A low chuckle, that’s when you sit up on the couch. He’s looking directly at you, the glimpse of a smile you once loved depicted on his lips.

“Not just someone, Y/N.” He corrects you, but it doesn’t make it any better. No, in fact, it hurts even more.

“I didn’t mean it,” you utter, voice only a whisper as you ponder whether it’s worth it or not, to hurt him like he hurts you. “I didn’t mean it when I said that I love you.”

Checkmate, you think. Only, it is not pain that you see morphing on Suguru’s face once your gaze focuses on him again. In return, you receive nothing: his gaze seems to be devoid of all emotion, and that only magnifies the void formed in your chest.

“I can see that.” You look down, fully aware that you have just made a very dangerous mistake. You swallow the knot that has formed in your throat.

“But you see, Y/N, the big difference between you and me…” Suguru crouches down, lifting your chin with his index finger, lips a breath away from yours. “It’s that I don’t care.”

And with that he is gone, once again casting the enormous weight of his absence on your shoulders.

©fshigur0

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[maykenin]

this lovin' i have for you, it'll never change

title inspo age ain't nothing but a number by aaliyah

18+ MDNI. (perverted) dbf!leon x afab!reader, age gap (reader is 21+ leon is 38), cunnilingus, deepthroating, choking/gagging, semi public sex, dirty talking, praising, reader has a father // wc;1.3k tags: @kennedyswhore (this was a reupload btw hehehe)

a/n: YEOWCH this whole thing has been eating my brain so either enjoy or watch as my parental issues worsen. btw this isn't proofread NOR has it been beta'd so enjoy the work i create out of sleep deprivation.

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You were at a bar nearby for your dad's daily work discussions— or whatever they were. For the boredom of it, you understood why they'd hold such meetings in places suited to give them a sense of boost in attitude, simply put, coping for the long, tedious hours.

You were bored out of your brains, not even in the mood to drink so you'd just stroll around the bar hoping to find some form of entertainment. Darkness overtakes the room, a gold light in each corner guiding you through each creaking tile.

Your eyes immediately turned to the pool table, you felt more confident than any other time, to know that the bar wasn't as crowded as you'd typically expect it to be. 'Why not go for a round?' You let the question linger before you grabbed a cue stick leaning against the mosaic tiles.

Preparations were done, you had yourself set behind the balk, arching around the edge of the table like a cat, you shut an eye to sharpen your precision, "Here, you have to pinch your thumb against your hands." A familiar voice hit your ears.

Slowly, you turned your head around to find Leon, his eyes were focused on the cue ball, his hand wrapped on top of yours, body pitted against yours before he let the stick hit it, strike. "Good girl, knew you were a fast learner." He coaxed, ruffling your hair, almost leaving it a nest-like mess. "Mr Kennedy— I didn't know you were here!" You replied shyly, fiddling with the hem of your skirt. "Came here on my own, aren't you too young to even be here?" He raised an eyebrow, handing the cue stick right back to you.

"Dad's right there, he's busy with whatever," You rolled your eyes playfully upon turning your head back at your dad, who'd been oblivious to Leon's presence. "Same as ever." Leon chuckled to himself, head faced down before his eyes pierced yours.

"Up for a new round? Or do you wanna.. finish this up?" He asked, finger circling around the billiard table, indicating to pick up where you left off. "Practice round, how's that sound?" He asked, a faint smirk painted on his face. "Yeah, yeah. Let's do that." You nodded in regards to his proposal.

"So you know to hold it like that.." He mumbled, body encasing you as his hand tugged on yours, letting him arch over you, letting himself feel you. A part of you didn't want to let this minute crush intensify and worsen what little feelings you've had for him. He's your dad's friend, for fuck's sake. You shouldn't even have your mind reeling over this. You shook your head lightly to shake the feeling off, focusing on the game. But how could you? When someone this fucking hot is right behind you, guiding you. Praising you. Strike. "What a smart girl you are, I might have to reward you for this later." He winked before heading back to his table for a brief moment, gulping his beer down, you observed as his adam's apple bobbing over the drink, watching intently as a drop of beer fell past his chiseled jaw, sharp enough to cut, followed with his stubble trailing past his neckline.

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Bending you over the sink, he whispers into your ear. "Your reward for winning earlier, and mine for teaching you." He grinned against your cheek, you could read onto it despite shutting your eyes closed. Gripping onto the shallow porcelain well was your only task.

Now that you know you have even scores to settle out, Leon starts, hands gliding under your skirt before the index and middle wandered through the now wet gusset of your panties. "Christ, didn't even do anything." He muttered under his breath. "Don't worry, 'm gonna take good care of you." Both pads of his fingers ran through your clothed cunt, rubbing it up and down before tugging onto your underwear. Unbothered and horny, Leon just let your panties sit on the side of your swollen cunt, throbbing and aching 'specially for Leon.

"Just gotta let me do all the work, 'kay?" He mumbled into your ear, a hand on your ass, dropping down to your cunt, stretching your pussy lips with his thumb. Getting on one knee, his tongue broad as he licked a long strip against your slick covered folds, darting his tongue in you, thrusting repeatedly as you struggled to hold yourself together. "Love tonguefucking this sweet pussy," He chuckled against your cunt before sucking your clit, tongue swirling routinely. Before you knew it, your orgasm came crashing. Your body was out of your own control, a hand tugging on his scalp, pulling him closer and closer in until you couldn't feel yourself. Moans and whimpers soft as you'd attempt to stifle them by burying your face deep into your forearm before briefly letting go.

It wasn't long before your body was craving Leon again, you'd long forgotten about why you were even here in the first place. "We don't have all day, sweetheart, 'fraid daddy might come in here looking for ya'." His words drove you to drop to your knees, hands lazily finding his zipper, undoing it before both hands pinched either side of both his jeans and boxers, letting it drop to his ankles.

You marveled at the sight that was Leon's cock, throbbing and engorged, waiting for you eagerly. Slowly, you pull the foreskin back, your tongue circled around his slit, laced with precum; taking him in gradually. Tutting, he mutters to himself, "This won't do," intertwining his fingers around your hair, thrusting you in with force, back and forth while you choke and gag over his size, eyes bulging as tears ran past your lashline. "Such a tight throat for me too," He groaned, "Gonna keep training this throatpussy, get her to take it over and over, even if she can't." He sputtered before a loud moan overtakes his words. "Oh, fuck, fuck, take it," He growls, pulling you in, nose against his pubes, filling your throat full of his cum, sticky and hot against your insides, he pulls back after a while. "Open." He instructs, you comply hesitantly, mouth agape, filled with his mess. You decide to fuck around, pouting your lips as you spit some of his cum out, letting it bubble around your lips, a sight straight out a porno at best. "Swallow." He concludes by pulling his hand away from your now tangled hair. You do as you're told, looking into him your messy state was rather enticing. It's been far too long since he's done something like this, with someone like you. "Clever girl, always attentive, obedient. Can't wait to find you again, fuck you like this, even if your daddy's here— can't resist a tight girl like you, makes me wonder if your pussy's just as tight." He muses. You're supposed to find his words wrong, but if anything; it just gets you all the more wet, you kept quiet rather than let your mind speak. "You'd let me do that, wouldn't you? Oh, sure you would; you were made for me to fuck." He snickers.

"Would love to fuck you, really would, but I wouldn't wanna wear my little girl down now, would I?" He murmurs, arms crossed as he leaned against the cramped bathroom walls, watching you fix yourself from the mirror. "Wanna taste those sweet tits too, bet those nipples are hard," He teases, his words weren't exactly false, too. "Mr Kennedy!" You yelped softly, "Don't mind me, sweetheart, there's only so much I can say about such a sweet thing like you." He replies, rubbing his hand across his stubble back and forth.

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You were absolutely afraid, hoping your dad hadn't run around looking for you, or even worse, left thinking you hitched a ride back home. Leon assures you just from the look on his face, pushing the bathroom door open before slowly walking out as if you were in a horror movie, you took a sharp right only to find your dad, still in chatterbox mode with his friends. "Still up for round two? I always have my mind set on things," He grins, watching the dumbfounded look on your face as you'd been worrying over nothing.

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy headcanons #resident evil x reader #leon smut #dbf!leon #leon kennedy x reader smut #leon kennedy fanfiction #leon s kennedy smut

[wonwoonlight]

when you're not into PDA but you kiss him absentmindedly in front of everyone

Mingyu x Reader // no plot whatsoever just fluff. Want myself a boyfriend please 😭

Mingyu has always been whiny.

Sometimes it's for show, and others it's just in his nature to be so.

But he's also considerate. Some things he'd whine to no end about while some things he'd immediately shut up the moment you say 'no'. He's perceptive like that and sometimes to a scary amount.

You have no idea how he's able to read you that well; to know when to push and know when to stop just through a glance. Even you can't do it as well as he does and it's your own feeling.

One of the things that he never pushes you for is public display of affections. Mingyu is a big pile of mush, he can't stay to himself if someone he's remotely comfortable with is next to him. He'd grab their shoulder, punch their arm, curl himself small to fit in their shoulder, hug them from the back--just about anything physical that the other party would allow him to.

You love to bask in his embrace, to relish in his kisses, and to feel the shape of his lips in any part of your body. But only when there's little to no people watching, and Mingyu respects you enough to never push any kind of affection when you're together with other people, even his members.

Your affection with him in front of watching eyes are usually limited to hands holding and his arm around your waist or shoulder. Occasionally, you'd lay your head on his shoulder too. And very very occasionally, you'd let him steal a kiss on your cheek or your forehead.

That much, you don't mind.

As much as he respects you, it's only right for you to do the same for him. And while you don't think you'd ever reach the place where you'd be comfortable enough to let him give you an actual kiss in front of anyone, you know how much Mingyu likes to be able to show his affection.

That's just how he loves.

So, even if you're still a little uncomfortable (maybe conscious is the right word?) letting him cuddle you in front of his members, you bare with it because that happy sigh and the small smile he's trying to hide when you settle on his chest is worth it.

"Why are you staring?"

You blink at the question. Have you been staring?

"You didn't even notice, huh?" You mean it when you say he reads you like a book.

You smile sheepishly at him, which he just grins in return and hugs you a little more to himself before he continues whatever he was discussing with Seokmin, Shua, and Chan.

Of all things that make your heart flutter, it's always the way his thumb softly caresses your arm that contributes the most. You're not sure why, but it does and sometimes you feel like purring like a cat everytime he does it.

Like right now.

Your eyes suddenly fall to his lips, a smile automatically falls into yours when you see his do the same.

He's so fucking beautiful it's unfair.

You don't even register what he's saying, and thankfully it's not you he's talking to. The only thing in your mind is how perfect Kim Mingyu is and how you've probably lucked out with him by your side.

He turns to you once again when he feels your eyes on him, this time with a tilt in his head. Seokmin's face fades to the back of your mind when Mingyu raises his eyebrows to ask if there's something wrong.

Your bite your lip before you dive into his for a quick peck, which you pull away from a second later like you're in a daze.

Mingyu seems to be in one too, surprised at the turn of event. And when it registers to him that you've just kissed him in front of his members, he cheeks puff like a kid on a Christmas day.

You don't know if the three witnesses the featherly kiss you shared earlier, but when you see Mingyu biting his lip to contain his grin even if the giddiness is way too obvious in his eyes, you don't think you care even if they do.

A/N: wow im actually satisfied w how this turns out..a feeling ive not had in so long when it comes to my writing

A/N 2: pls drop by and share ur thoughts thank u🤍

#mingyu fluff #mingyu scenario #mingyu imagines #seventeen fluff #seventeen scenario #seventeen imagine #svt fic #mingyu fanfic #kim mingyu #seventeen fanfic #mingyu drabble #seventeen scenarios #svt fluff #mingyu scenarios

[prodbyblush]

Hi! First of all, I just wanna say that I find your works so cute - they effectively make me blush all the time! Second, I don't know if you've gotten a similar request, but by any chance, could you write an imagine of Chishiya × reader (possibly fem reader if you're comfortable or gender neutral works fine too) with the "grumpy × sunshine" or "golden retriever and black cat" trope? I've always imagined Chishiya to be the "grumpy/black cat" one.

oh my sunshine - shuntaro chishiya

ｎｏｗ ｌｏａｄｉｎｇ …

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ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ!

・❥・ requested

an: finally got some time to write here!

→ gn!reader (you/your)

Chishiya always wondered 'how were you always so happy even when your life was almost at door's death?', it baffles him how you, always so positive and assuring with that bright smile on your face, manage to maintain it. He then proceeded to think, were you a masochist of some sort? Did you find the death games really thrilling? Or were you just another one who thinks this is all nothing but life as a game?

Whatever it is, he just couldn't comprehend it and how you would always look for him amongst the crowd.

"Good job with tonight's game everyone!" He specifically heard you shout from the balcony. That was his cue to leave, to exit the building of the hotel or else-

"There you are, Chishiya!" He heard your cider like vocals call out to him. Turning around to look at you with a frown and as always the smile on your face never faded as he faces you.

"Can I please borrow your-"

"No."

With his short, blunt reply, Chishiya is quick to turn around and look for Kuina in the pool area, possibly to discuss what kind of game did she participated earlier. Hands tucked inside the pockets of his hoodie, he stopped and lets out a hum as he was ultimately stopped from his tracks, you blocking his way.

"Please." You begged him, frowning like a puppy that's been kicked by it's owner. "For me."

His eyebrows furrowed, irritation slowly bubbling inside him. "Can you quit saying that?" He replies. "You think for every time you say 'please, for me' will let me help you in anything?" He scoffs, rolling his eyes. "Not this time."

And then silence. Silence is what engulfed the two of you - eyes boring straight into one another before it was voided by you.

"Please, for me." You repeated, lower lip jutted out and trembling for dramatic effect.

"Okay." Was all Chishiya responded, taking his hoodie off before handing it to you. "No stains and no dousing it with any perfume. Got it?" He huffs, crossing his arms against his chest as he is now left in a half naked state.

What was once a frown on your lips finally curled up again into a bright smile, the kind of smile that could light up his dull and dark world. Much to his surprise, you had pulled him in closer to you, hands cupping his cheeks to give him one big peck in the lips.

"No stains and no perfume. Got it!" You repeated before running off, possibly to look for Arisu or Usagi or both.

Left alone in his spot, his face begins to burn bright red, cheeks turning red as a tomato after receiving a kiss. He may deny it on the outside but he was loving it on the inside.

He turns his heels around and enters the hotel building again, probably going to lay down on his bed and reminisce the feeling of your lips on his or watch you from his window, making sure no one suspicious would get close to you.

TAGS: @retrospacealien @chishiya-of-diamonds

#aib chishiya #chishiya alice in borderland #alice in borderland #chishiya x reader #chishiya shuntaro #shuntaro chishiya x reader #alice in boderland x reader #imawa no kuni no alice #imawa no kuni no arisu #aib x you #aib x reader

[cemeterything]

we want to know about your near death experiences, please tell us of your near death experiences

erm. gonna put them under a cut in case it's too much for anyone lol (since it's kinda personal, i'm not going to pull my punches in describing how i felt, and i know not everyone's comfortable with discussions of death and near-death)

- took nearly 3 days to be born because my mom refused a cesarean and was nearly a month premature. don't know if this one counts because i was a baby but apparently they were pretty worried about my chances of survival towards the end and when i was born i was sickly and in a lot of pain for months.

- fell down the stairs multiple times when i was a kid, suffered several concussions and fractures and developed vertigo that gave me a phobia of heights i eventually grew out of. again not sure if this counts since i barely remember it but i do remember the feeling of cracking my head once and boy it's not fun. it's like cracking an egg but the egg is your skull. also remember having a lot of dreams of jumping off the top of the stairs and my consciousness separating from my body and watching it fall because of this.

- nearly drowned because i swam too far out to sea on holiday and got caught up in a massive tidal wave (it was the baltic sea in poland, on a very windy day, and i was 8 years old and an idiot). i'd just accepted that i was going to die stuck in this current i couldn't escape and given up on being afraid, embracing the cold dark tidal embrace of death, when the wave very gently set me down in the shallows and i was so at peace that i almost forgot to sit up and breathe. left a big impression in me. i did not tell my parents what happened because i was okay with it and didn't want to upset them or deal with them fussing over me or giving me hell for taking stupid risks when i didn't need it.

- got hit by a car on my bike and flipped over the hood. was fine except for bruises and scrapes but while in the air briefly freaked out and thought i could see a halo of fire around the driver's head (probably the sun shining through the rear window).

- nearly died of dehydration while infected with a very nasty bout of flu that kept me in bed for 2 months straight. i passed out on the floor of my kitchen while trying to lift a cup to pour myself a drink and would have probably at the very least ended up with severe complications if my cat hadn't wailed over my body until my mom woke up and found me lying there. while passed out i had this horrible nightmare that i was god reincarnated in a mortal body and got really upset because i didn't want to be responsible for the entirety of humanity because it was too much and i was only 15. was extremely relieved when my mom revived me and explained that i was just really fucking sick. ended up in hospital with an iv in my arm to prevent my body from shutting down on itself until the flu burned out enough for my own organs to stop fighting me.

- tombstoned off the lighthouse in the bay with some sort of friends and very fucking narrowly missed a shelf of rock that would have shattered me to pieces if i hadn't twisted out of the way moments earlier. as it rushed towards me i very much saw my life up to that point flash before my eyes and was really disappointed by how little i'd done with it. didn't actually do much about it for a while though because i was a depressed unmedicated teenager in a bad living situation. pretty sure that kid would be amazed by how far i've come since then though.

- pretty sure i only survived a bus crash because moments before it happened i felt this urge to stand up and did. if i hadn't my head would have gone through this metal bar on top of the seats and my neck probably would have been broken.

- got lost in a woodland area by google maps once and got so dehydrated from the heat and blood loss (due to trying to cut through thorn bushes when i got desperate enough to get scared) that i started hallucinating this shimmery figure i couldn't look at directly following me and chasing me every time i started to give up (somehow i just knew that letting them touch me would be very bad, but they didn't feel malevolent? i was scared but i didn't get the impression that they wanted to hurt me, just that it would be a consequence of letting them touch me). got rescued because i screamed so loud that some passing hikers heard and went in and pulled me out of there. again not sure if this one counts as near death but i was wandering in there for hours and felt like i was going to die.

#death #injury #unreality #<- for discussion of hallucinations #drowning mention #car crash mention #might delete this idk if im comfortable with sharing it but we shall see lol

[kyufessions]

children

synopsis: a cuddling session with your long term boyfriend leads to a serious discussion

pairings: boyfriend! changmin x g.n. reader

word count: 0.7k

genre: fluff, domestic

general taglist: @jwnghyuns @eaudenana @soobin-chois

tbz taglist: @ilovechanhee

snow fell onto the windowpane, each snow flurry different from the last. Child’s Play 2 played on the television, a bowl of popcorn half empty on the coffee table that was occupied by empty mugs of hot cocoa and both of your boyfriends feet propped up on the surface. the navy blue fuzzy blanket covered you both, keeping you warm along with each other's body heat as your legs were thrown over his lap. your arms wrapped around his waist as he played with your hair. everything felt perfect, almost as if it were a movie.

even though you loved your life with changmin as is, you wanted more. as you grew older, you had started having growing baby fever. of course you’re still young and wouldn’t mind waiting a few more years, but your want for a child kept growing each day. just earlier at the coffee shop down the road, you noticed a mother pushing her baby in a stroller. the sight of the few month old bundled up in a big puffer jacket and a cat beanie sent your mind into orbit, the smile on your face refusing to leave as you watched them in their own world. it was moments like that that made you daydream of having a child, maybe even children. you don’t know when this feeling came about or why, but it’s stuck with you and not leaving.

changmin watched you zone out for a few seconds, trying to read your facial expression. but when he couldn’t put a finger on it, he spoke up. “babe, are you okay?”

the sound of his voice brought you back into reality, turning your head to him and nodding slightly. “i’m okay, sorry.” you laid your head on his shoulder with a sigh, drawing circles into his skin. “just thinking.”

his fingers running through your hair brings you immense comfort, making you melt further into him. his eyes don’t leave your face, concern filling him. “what about? are you okay? what happened?”

you chuckle, looking back up at him and noticing the worried look in his eyes. pecking his lips quickly, you readjust yourself on his lap and rest your chin on his shoulder. “i’m okay, it’s just-“ you pause, taking in your bottom lip between your teeth. “how do you feel about children?”

he’s taken aback, but thinks for a moment before responding. “i don’t mind children, why?”

“would you ever have any of your own?” the silence is deafening as you await his answer.

he shrugs, his fingers never leaving your locks. “with you, i wouldn’t mind having some.”

you smile at him, butterflies erupting in your stomach at the thought of mini ji changmin’s roaming around your future home together. “some? not just one?”

“unless you want just one, that’s fine too.” he brings his lips to the tip of your nose, leaving a small kiss before brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “whatever you want, i would be happy with. if you want kids, we can have kids. if you want a small army of cats, we can have a small army of cats. i don’t care as long as we’re in the same story.”

the smile from ear to ear never left your face as he spoke, the words going in through one ear and storing itself away into a part of your brain. if you could see yourself in cartoon form, your eyes would be replaced with hearts and your heart beating out of your chest. changmin returned the smile, laughter escaping his lips as he tilted his head in confusion.

“is this all that’s been on your mind?”

you nod, cupping his cheek in one of your hands. feeling him turn into mush in your hands made your heart race, the butterflies shifting into a zoo. “yeah, i’ve been having really bad baby fever for the past few months. i was scared to bring it up to you in case our views differed.”

his lips placed a chaste kiss to your palm, his eyes never leaving yours as a cold breeze crept down his spine. “it’s not my decision to make about kids because it’s your body, not mine. regardless, i'm happy as long as i'm with you.” his one hand creeps into yours, fingers intertwining under the blanket to keep warm. “when do you want to start?”

eyes widening, you softly smack his thigh in a playful manner. both of your laughters bounce off the walls, smiles being exchanged. “put a ring on my finger and we can finish this discussion later.”

“but chucky and tiffany weren’t married when they-“

“babe, i love you, but please don’t compare us to serial killer dolls.”

#kyufessions tbz #tbz #tbz changmin #the boyz #the boyz changmin #tbz fluff #changmin fluff #tbz ji changmin #ji changmin #ji changmin fluff

[skrillawrld]

𝐈 𝐋𝐔𝐕 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓

𝐂 𝐎 𝐍 𝐍 𝐈 𝐄 𝐗 𝐁 𝐋 𝐀 𝐂 𝐊! 𝐒 𝐓 𝐑 𝐈 𝐏 𝐏 𝐄 𝐑 𝐑 𝐄 𝐀 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑

→ 𝐒 𝐌 𝐔 𝐓

*:★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ─♡༉─ ･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡

“Angel, you’re up next.” Your coworker said.

‘Time to show the fuck out.’ You thought. Apparently there was this fine group of rich folks outside ready to watch you guys pole dance.

Once your coworker, Cookie, told you that it was your stage time, you heard the girls that came off stage ramble on about a group of dudes throwing mad cash.

You heard them mention two dudes with long hair, one with blonde hair, and a tall dude with a buzz cut. They had to be fine if they had the meanest stripper confessing her deepest, darkest fantasies.

“I gotta see this shit for myself.” You said; wrapping the strings of your heels around your legs.

“Good luck out there, boo.” Amber, another worker, told you. She always wanted you to do your best and get your coins.

“Thanks my love, I’ll do my best.” You said, smiling at her. As soon as she seen that smile, she knew you were turning into another person on stage.

Cookie told the dj he could get ready to announce your name in a few, considering you were still choosing a song.

Once you chose your song, I luv this shit by August Alsina, the dj announced your name.

“ Hello everyone, Welcome Angel to the stage; if she’s feeling generous one lucky woman, or man may receive a lap dance from her !” He announced.

You walked out, a cat walk to be specific. Your body glowed and sparkled, giving you an euphoric look. The farther out you walked, the more eyes began to turn on you; room silencing down as everyone was too mesmerized to continue their side conversations. The attention was directly on you. 

While the song was still warming up, you scoped out for the group your co-workers were discussing . Once you spotted them, you already had a clear idea of who was going to receive the lap dance from you. Of course one of them were going to get pick, why settle for less when more is in front of you?

Exactly.

As August voice began to play you took that as your clue to start circling the pole, something real light to get everyone’s eyes on you; keeping constant eye contact with the specific group. From your observations two of the men had girlfriends, or women on their arms. However, care was not in your thoughts. Your main target wasn’t any of them, the one with the buzz cut had piqued you, and your pussy’s interest.

You climbed up the pole, twirling and performing slow, sensual and sexual movements . Since you had went to pole dancing class earlier that week you decided to try one of the new tricks you learned.

Climbing all the way on top of the pole, just to drop partially and end it off with a backbend off the pole into a split. You were nervous, scared you might slip and embarrass yourself but you did better than expected. 

From your point of view it may have seemed sloppy, but the men in the crowd seemed to be infatuated with your movements; watching how beautifully you performed and hoping they were the one you chose for your lap dance.

Getting up from the splits, you crawled towards the end of the stage, making sure your hips swayed with each drop of your knees; pointing at the dude with with the buzz cut and motioning him over with the pulling of your finger. 

He pointed at himself, and after noticing your head nod he came over. His nonchalant vibes seemed to turn you on more, you looked at it as a case needed to be cracked.

Whenever you grab someone your girls already know to grab a chair. When he finally reached over to you, whispering in his ear, you began to ask him about his age and name, making sure you felt morally correct about giving him a dance. Once he told you his name, Connie, and his age, 23, you decided it was fine, considering you were 21. 

“Are you fine with getting felt on, Connie?” You whispered in his ear.

“I’m fine with whatever, babe.” He responded; placing himself in the chair Amber had brought out.

As soon as he sat down, he positioned himself in a man spread so he’d feel everything and allow you to see everything he was working with, especially the bulge that already seemed to be protruding.

You started to walk around him, making sure to keep eye contact with him every time you’re in front of him. While the song rang in your ears you started to get in touch with the melody, allowing your body to move freely on its own , as if you were one with the beat. 

“Ask me why I do it, Ima put it like this, goddam it, I love it.” You heard as the lyrics played; placing yourself upon Connie’s lap and grinding into him, the eye contact being held was truly intense. He began rubbing on your ass, slapping it, whispering dirty nothings into your ears and placing you directly on top of his bulge.

“You’re so pretty for me, Angel.” He stated. Pulling your hair back, he started trailing kisses up your neck, as if you two were the only in the room. The closer to your lips, the harder he sucked. On the upper right corner of your neck he sucked the hardest, earning a groan and grind from you. 

Connie pulled away; inspecting the bruising on your neck to see if it was noticeable enough for him after his assault on the area even though it was dark. You betters believe after tonight you were going to be his.

“I need you so badly.” You whimpered into his ear. For him, this was a sign for him, you confessed to it, you’re basically his lover now.

After telling Connie that he told you to quickly finish with your show and meet him outside, you’re horny, so you agreed. 

Finishing up your show you collected your money and went backstage to count and band it up. After you were done with that you quickly told the girls bye and to enjoy the rest of their night. 

Walking outside you were met with Connie and his group of friends, the girls weren’t lying, they were really beautiful people, really bold too. The one with the brown shaggy hair, who’s name you had found out was Jean, immediately approached you to tell you how good you performed, in which you responded with a nervous laugh and a shy thanks.

“Let’s go pretty girl.” Connie said after waving his friends off. While on the drive to his penthouse he proved to have excellent music taste, everything about him had you on fire already. During the ride he had his right hand placed securely between your legs; gripping and rubbing whenever he hit a sharp turn or decided to let his foot sit on the gas.

Arriving at the penthouse you didn’t get to take a look around. He pounced on you and you returned the energy, ready to fuck on him like rabbits in the mating season.

Connie grabbed your face and sloppily kissed your lips; sucking on your neck and making sure to lick on the sensitive spot behind your ear.

He already knew how and where to turn you on. If he had neighbors they’d believe he was hurting someone the way he had you moaning and begging.

He began to strip you, leaving your panties for last. Kissing down your body Connie had no intentions to just fuck you but make love to you, he wanted you to feel so good that you’d never think of leaving him alone.

“Connie~” You panted out. He gave you no chance to show what you were working with. He was acting as if you were his wife he hadn’t seen until after a long war, you weren’t complaining but your brain was going foggy. How could making out already have you so dumb?

Connie ears went deaf to your pleas, if you weren’t telling him to stop or screaming red he wouldn’t hear. He wanted you, no… he needed you.

He needed to feel your body, he needed to feel your insides, he needs to feel your lust. That you and your body needed him as much as he needed you.

Connie has never felt like this over someone, especially someone who only met once. He was almost whimpering with need, his body was so hot and deprived of touch after tonight he couldn’t let you go, it just wouldn’t be right.

“C’mon baby, you’re doing so well for me.” Connie moaned in your ears; his fingers pumping into your pussy at such a fast pace, if someone were to deliver food the only thing they’d hear from the front door is the squelching of your pussy and your uncontrollable moans of begging Connie to go faster and telling him to “make me feel you.”

After he finished licking the cream from your pussy, he gave her a kiss and slap, which caused you to squirt. Surprising right? No. That’s what overstimulation does sometimes.

Placing you on the couch, Connie sucked on your breast before grabbing a condom. Once he slipped the condom on he gave you a deep passionate kiss. One that gave you the feeling that he wants to see you more.

As he slipped into you, your jaw went slack. The more he entered, the further your eyes rolled back. He laughed, what a sick fuck, huh? Watching you lose yourself all over his dick, he loves it.

“Focus.” He said, patting your face. He wanted you to watch him, not that he’s obsessed with himself, but he wants you obsessed with him. He placed a decorative pillow under your hips and placed his hand near your uterus; spitting on your clit and quickly began to rub on your clit, getting you stimulated and excited, excited for his dick.

After making you cum he pressed harder on your uterus, pushing himself inside. The moans… indescribable. There wasn’t a word to describe how he was making you feel. He grabbed your face, staring into your eyes, when they weren’t rolling back, and grinning. He already knew you were putty in his hands and he wanted you like that all the time. Whenever he wants you to sit on his face, you’ll come and do it, without questioning and telling him that you’d hurt him.

“Please..” You begged out. Connie kissed you, whispering sweet promises into your ears, telling you how you were his and how he’s gonna take such good care of his pretty baby and her pretty pussy. Those words sent you over the edge. The impending orgasm that was long overdue had finally arrived. Your pussy spasmed, forcing Connie out of you and sending you to the floor; shaking uncontrollably.

Connie wasn’t done, he took the condom off and placed himself and the front of your mouth. Seeing him there all hot and sweaty you had the urge to please him, though you were still going through your orgasm, he rubbed your back as you began to calm down.

You stood on your knees and began to suck him off, he understood you were tired so he gave you a sympathetic look before roughly shoving himself down your throat, ultimately leading him to his orgasm. He came down your throat, it wasn’t the nastiest but you preferred it on your face.

He gave you a kiss and picked you, sitting you both on the couch and praising you on how well you did.

“I think I wanna see you more after this.” He spoke.

“Me too.”

✩︒̊︣݊݂݉ܺ݊ྃ︦︦—✩︒̊︣݊݂݉ܺ݊ྃ—✩︒̊︣݊݂݉ܺ݊ྃ—✩︒̊︣݊݂݉ܺ݊ྃ—✩︒̊︣݊݂݉ܺ݊ྃ—✩︒̊︣݊݂݉ܺ݊ྃ—✩︒̊︣݊݂݉ܺ݊ྃ

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[emedvs]

Day 4: Soulmates/Confession

In the midst of the drama, alliances, and challenges of Total Drama World Tour, an unexpected twist of fate was brewing for two contestants, Alejandro and Noah. They were about to discover a connection that transcended the competition itself.

Noah had always been the cynic, a sharp-witted contestant with a penchant for sarcasm. He had scoffed at the notion of soulmates, dismissing it as a silly fairy tale. However, when he first caught sight of the soulmate mark on his wrist—a small, intricate design that looked like a puzzle piece—he couldn't deny the truth.

His disappointment was palpable when he learned that his soulmate was none other than Alejandro, the charming and manipulative competitor who had been making life difficult for everyone. The last person Noah had ever expected to be connected to was the one he now shared a mark with.

Determined to keep this revelation hidden, Noah became adept at concealing his wrist, wearing long sleeves and gloves, ensuring that no one, especially Alejandro, would discover their connection. The idea of being soulmates with someone like Alejandro filled him with dread.

Alejandro, on the other hand, was oblivious to the fact that Noah was his soulmate. He was too consumed with the game and his desire to win, especially given the potential teasing he would endure from his family if he failed to find his soulmate during the competition.

During the challenges, Alejandro would occasionally approach the female contestants, hoping to find his soulmate among them. He'd engage them in conversation while discreetly glancing at their hands, searching for the telltale mark. Yet, every time, he was met with disappointment, as none of them had the matching puzzle piece.

As the competition wore on, Alejandro began to feel a growing sense of frustration and desperation. He confided in Owen and Noah, seeking solace and advice on his dilemma. Little did he know that one of them was his soulmate.

Noah watched from a distance as Alejandro shared his concerns with Owen, an odd mix of annoyance and curiosity building within him. He had never paid such close attention to Alejandro before, but now he couldn't help but notice the small details that had previously escaped his notice.

He observed Alejandro's striking green eyes, which would widen like a cat's when he was surprised by something. And when Alejandro started talking about his favorite subject, dinosaurs, his hands would move animatedly as he discussed them with genuine enthusiasm. It was a side of Alejandro that Noah hadn't expected, and it left him feeling strangely flustered and perplexed.

Noah's initial disappointment at discovering Alejandro as his soulmate had evolved into something more complex. He couldn't deny the peculiar feelings that had begun to stir within him whenever he watched Alejandro from afar. It was a confusing mix of irritation and fascination.

As the challenges continued and the competition grew fiercer, Noah found himself caught in a web of emotions. He had hidden his mark and his true feelings from Alejandro, but with each passing day, it became increasingly difficult to ignore the undeniable connection they shared. And as Alejandro continued his quest to find his soulmate, Noah couldn't help but wonder if he should reveal the truth, or if fate had other plans in store for them.

As the competition pressed on, Alejandro found himself inexplicably drawn to Noah, despite his earlier resolve to focus solely on finding his soulmate. There was something intriguing about Noah that he couldn't quite put into words. It was more than just his sarcastic wit; there was a depth to him that Alejandro hadn't expected.

One day, as the contestants gathered for another challenge briefing, Alejandro couldn't help but steal a glance in Noah's direction. He noticed the way Noah's brow furrowed in concentration as Chris explained the task at hand. It was a look of determination that Alejandro found oddly appealing.

Yet, a nagging voice in Alejandro's mind reminded him of his mission to find his soulmate. He mentally scolded himself, pinching his arm discreetly as if to wake himself from this newfound fascination. "Focus on the task at hand," he admonished himself silently.

Meanwhile, Noah couldn't shake the growing unease he felt. Alejandro's behavior was becoming increasingly perplexing to him. He noticed Alejandro's lingering glances, the way their conversations seemed to linger a bit longer than necessary, and the occasional hints of vulnerability that Alejandro unintentionally revealed.

Noah couldn't deny the strange feelings bubbling up within him either. He had never expected to find Alejandro, of all people, interesting. But as the days passed, he found himself drawn to Alejandro's charisma and his unexpected passion for topics like dinosaurs.

One evening, while sitting by the campfire after another grueling challenge, Alejandro joined Owen and Noah, as had become somewhat of a routine. He began discussing the latest challenge and how it had tested their limits, all the while his eyes occasionally drifting toward Noah.

Noah watched Alejandro closely, his mind racing with uncertainty. The feelings he had for Alejandro were undeniable, and he knew he couldn't continue hiding the truth much longer. But the fear of Alejandro's reaction, of his family's teasing, held him back.

As the conversation continued, Alejandro's eyes met Noah's, and there was a moment of unspoken connection between them. Noah's heart raced, and he realized that he couldn't keep running from his feelings any longer.

In a daring move, Noah discreetly pulled up his sleeve, revealing the matching puzzle piece mark on his wrist—the undeniable proof that he was Alejandro's soulmate. He did it in such a way that only Alejandro could see, hoping that this would be the moment of revelation they both needed.

But Alejandro, his attention momentarily diverted by the conversation, missed the sight of Noah's wrist. He continued talking, oblivious to the secret that had just been unveiled.

Noah's heart sank, but he was determined not to give up. He knew that, sooner or later, the truth would have to come out. The connection between him and Alejandro was undeniable, and fate had a funny way of bringing soulmates together, even in the unlikeliest of circumstances.

Owen noticed both Noah's and Alejandro's marks, his eyes widened in realization. Unable to contain his excitement, he let out an exuberant yell that drew the attention of everyone nearby, including Alejandro.

Noah shot Owen a glare that could have melted steel, but before he could say anything, Owen was already on his feet, stammering out a flimsy excuse and running off into the distance, leaving the two soulmates in a moment of awkward tension.

Alejandro, now thoroughly confused by the sudden commotion, looked at Noah with a raised eyebrow. He was about to ask if everything was alright when he noticed Noah's frown. Something was bothering him, and Alejandro couldn't ignore it any longer.

With a hint of concern in his voice, Alejandro asked, "Noah, is everything okay?"

Noah hesitated for a moment, his emotions warring within him. Finally, he mustered up the courage to speak. "Alejandro, I want to show you something," he said, his voice trembling slightly. "But promise me... promise me you won't get mad."

Alejandro, intrigued and bewildered by Noah's request, nodded slowly. "Alright, Noah," he replied, not entirely sure what to expect.

With a deep breath and his eyes tightly closed, Noah pulled up his sleeve, revealing the matching puzzle piece mark on his wrist—the undeniable proof that he was Alejandro's soulmate. He waited with bated breath, expecting anger or disappointment to wash over Alejandro.

For a moment, there was silence between them, as Alejandro processed what he was seeing. Then, slowly, a realization dawned on him. He stared at the mark on Noah's wrist, and a myriad of emotions crossed his face—surprise, disbelief, and finally, a dawning smile.

"Noah," Alejandro said softly, his voice filled with warmth and genuine happiness. "I can't believe it... you're my soulmate."

Noah cautiously opened his eyes, surprised by Alejandro's reaction. The relief that washed over him was palpable. "You're not mad?" he asked, his tone a mixture of surprise and hope.

Alejandro shook his head, his smile growing wider. "Mad? Noah, I couldn't be happier. This changes everything."

Their connection, once a source of confusion and uncertainty, had now transformed into something beautiful and undeniable. Alejandro reached out to gently take Noah's hand, their matching marks fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle coming together at last.

Noah's sudden burst of laughter caught Alejandro off guard. He stared at Noah in mild concern, wondering what had caused this sudden change in his demeanor. It was a laughter that seemed to come out of nowhere and was so unexpected that Alejandro couldn't help but worry.

However, Noah's laughter soon transitioned into a nervous grin. He locked eyes with Alejandro, his expression now a mix of mirth and relief. Whatever had caused that burst of laughter seemed to have passed, leaving behind a sense of lightheartedness.

Alejandro, still puzzled but relieved that Noah seemed to be alright, couldn't help but smile widely. He wrapped his arms around Noah, pulling him into a warm embrace. As he held Noah close, he began placing soft kisses on Noah's cheek, mumbling affectionately, "I've always wanted to do this."

Noah's laughter had been a release of pent-up tension, a way to cope with the overwhelming emotions he had been feeling. Now, in Alejandro's arms, he felt an incredible sense of peace and contentment. He couldn't believe how much his perspective had shifted since discovering Alejandro as his soulmate.

Far away from the heartwarming scene, Heather and Duncan had been discreetly observing the unfolding drama. Heather's reaction was as expected—she gagged at the sight of Alejandro and Noah's affectionate display. Duncan, on the other hand, couldn't contain his amusement and broke into cackles.

Heather shot Duncan an exasperated look. "Ugh, Duncan, can you be any more insensitive?"

Duncan chuckled even harder, enjoying Heather's discomfort. "Hey, it's not every day you see the ice-cold Noah and the manipulative Alejandro being all lovey-dovey. It's like a train wreck. You can't look away."

Heather rolled her eyes, but a small smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. "Well, whatever. As long as it doesn't affect my game, they can be as lovey-dovey as they want."

(i forgot to add this part on the other post, but anyways im way excited to write angst more, i already started writing it and i have the scenarios prepared in my head. plus i want to write one of them getting sick and taking care of the other so im going to write like 2 parts for the day 5)

#alenoahweek2023 #alenoah #noah td #td alejandro #owen td #heather td #duncan td #english is not my first language #im trying

[justapigeonn]

sorry sorry i'm on a full on dotc ramble rn cause i'm properly reading the arc for the first time but i wanna know why this value was later overturned. it'll probably 'explain' later on in the arc but tall shadow correctly points out that your loved ones are most important and should never be cast aside for 'the greater good of the group', yet the modern clans have such a toxic opposing mindset

clear sky is very obviously painted in the wrong here so why is it his rhetoric that gets adopted and carried on through generations of cats?? “if you are not useful to the group, you are nothing to us”..... the rhetoric that tore so many cats apart and ruined lives. again the books will probably make up some lame excuse later on but i’m completely stumped here

also ofc i’m aware that the cruel ableism influencing clear sky’s decision here has been MOSTLY phased out (briarlight, cinderpelt, longtail and brightheart for example are still loved and accepted within their clan, though the 4 of them still struggles with issues of self worth and for a period of time, only feeling as though they are valued if they’re ‘useful’ to the clan, which is incredibly sad and often influenced by their clanmates’ behaviour, even if it’s sometimes unintentional), but this also extends to cats who have been forced to choose between their clans of the cat(s) they love - always frowned upon and shunned if they choose the latter. it’s the same thing i discussed in an earlier post regarding bluestar; how she’s forced to give up and forget every cat she’s loved and lost ‘to save her clan’ because according to goosefeather “her loss is small compared to the fate of her clan”. how this value is framed as an obvious catch by mapleshade as she manipulates crookedstar as he’s forced to watch everyone he loved die around him as he wails to take back his promise.

there are so many mixed messages regarding this value cause despite the agony it caused it was carried on through the clans for decades and is only *just* partially starting to get phased out with the code changes in asc. still baffles me tho. sorry might have gone a bit off tangent there but i had to get my thoughts out lol

#warrior cats #wc #dotc #clear sky #jagged peak #gray wing #tall shadow

[fallenclan]

Maplekit was trying desperately not to sneeze. The fragrant scent of tansy and garlic was overwhelming, causing his nose to twitch with every inhale. Besides the smell, there was nothing particularly frightening about the medicine den, though Goldenflare avoided it like the burrow of some bloodthirsty badger.

The only creature calling the den home was no badger, but rather the clan's medicine cat, Sunwish. She appeared deeply engrossed in her herb sorting, mumbling the names of various plants under her breath.

"Sunwish?" Maplekit chirped. The she-cat's gaze snapped abruptly to the intruding kit, seeming both startled and irritated. Maplekit knew Goldenflare would scold him later for bothering such a busy cat.

"What is it, Maplekit?"

Taking her reply as an invitation to scoot forward, Maplekit stated bluntly, "I want to know more about Morningbloom."

"What?" Sunwish hissed, quickly schooling her features a moment later. "Can't you ask your father?"

"It makes him sad."

"I see."

Sensing the uncomfortable shift of Sunwish's shoulders, Maplekit thought back to Dawnkit's earlier taunt ("I bet Morningbloom isn't even an actual cat. Sunwish is probably your real mother---that's why she can't stand to look at you!" Honeykit had promptly tackled Dawnkit, leading to a fight which in the end Toro had needed to break up).

"Well, Morningbloom was... kind. I'm sure she would have adored you." Seeing the disappointed droop of Maplekit's ears, Sunwish hurriedly continued, "She was the cleverest cat I've ever known. She had this particular expression she'd make whenever she knew she was correct about something. She liked to tease cats, but never went too far. She didn't tolerate nonsense but knew how to have fun. She-" Sunwish sighed. "She loved your father very much."

"Thank you." It was the polite response, but Maplekit was still left craving more. He hated the haunted look Goldenflare adopted whenever someone dared mention Morningbloom's name. Even Sunwish, a usually sullen cat, appeared gloomier than usual when discussing the deceased she-cat.

"You're welcome." Sunwish turned back to her herbs. "If you see Goldenflare, tell him I want to speak to him about-" She paused. "Tell him I want to speak to him." It was a clear dismissal.

"Okay." Sighing, Maplekit bounded out of Sunwish's den, immediately crashing into Applekit. Honeykit and Dawnkit stood a few paces away, with Silverkit nowhere to be seen. Evidently the trio had been eavesdropping.

"See?" Honeykit hissed. "Sunwish isn't my mom!"

"Okay, okay, whatever." Dawnkit huffed. "I only said that because you kept saying that Toro can't be a 'real' warrior due to her name."

"Well, the warrior code says-"

"The code doesn't say anything about needing a warrior name to be a warrior, actually," Maplekit corrected. The betrayed look Honeykit shot him was enough to brighten Maplekit's somber mood.

For now, at least.

...

"One day, we're going to lead this clan," Honeypaw declared with an alarming amount of confidence.

"Oh, yeah?" Maplepaw didn't bother to look at Honeypaw, continuing to cloud-watch whilst lying on his back.

"When Dad's leader, he'll probably make you deputy right away, and then when you're leader you'll make me deputy," Honeypaw continued. "Maplestar and Honeyheart!"

"Honeyheart?"

"Because of my big heart, of course," Honeypaw grinned cheekily, causing Maplepaw to chuckle. "You have to promise, though."

"Promise?"

"That when you're leader you'll make me your first deputy."

"That's if I ever become leader."

"Maplepaw, everyone knows you'll be leader someday."

"Everyone being you, Applepaw, and Silverpaw?"

"Dawnpaw thinks so too, even if he won't admit it."

Maplepaw sighed. "I don't know if I even want to be leader. It's a lot of responsibility. Plus, it would be hard without Dad."

"Still."

"Okay," Maplepaw relented.

"I said you had to promise!"

"I promise."

"Then it's settled."

...

"When do you think Applepaw and Honeypaw will be warriors?" Dawnshine murmured, sending Maplethorn a neutral glance.

"Another moon, probably." Maplethorn tilted his head. "It's weird being a warrior without them."

"Yeah, well, it means we'll get at least a night of peace before having those two baffoons stomping around the warriors' den."

"They aren't so bad." Maplethorn rose a brow as he continued, "You and Honeypaw have gotten a lot closer."

"I guess."

"So have Silverpaw and Applepaw."

"Yeah. As long as Applepaw doesn't do anything stupid to hurt my sister, I think they'll be good for each other. Their personalities mesh well."

"What about you and Honeypaw?"

"I can't stand him half the time. The other half I can't stand being away from him. Do you know how that feels?"

"Not really," Maplethorn admitted. "But I hear the way my brother talks about you. He might be a bit bull-headed, but he really cares."

"I know," Dawnshine hummed. "So there isn't anyone you're interested in?"

"There aren't many options," Maplethorn joked, a half hearted deflection. He'd never really felt that way towards anyone before. He doubted he ever would. The thought didn't bother him as much as it might bother some cats.

"Eh, true enough." Dawnshine shrugged. "I want to make sure it's not just proximity drawing me to Honeypaw before I ask him to be my mate."

"You're going to ask him to be your mate?" Maplethorn couldn't help the grin that found its way onto his muzzle.

"Forget I said that. Do not tell him or he'll be insufferable for moons."

"I won't. Promise."

"Good. I'm trusting you."

Those last words meant more to Maplethorn than he'd ever know how to admit.

...

"You're pregnant?" Maplethorn stared, unable to comprehend what he was hearing.

"I just got done telling Silverbelly. She seemed really overwhelmed, but happy too. Maplethorn, I'm so excited," Applebranch purred, tears prickling in her eyes.

"I just-" Maplethorn swallowed. "I'm going to be an uncle."

"Yeah."

"Does Dad know?"

"Not yet." Applebranch let out a nervous laugh. "You don't think he'll be mad, right?"

"Mad? No. I think he'll be. . . concerned." Once he and his siblings were old enough, Goldenflare had revealed the true circumstances of Morningbloom's death. Maplethorn couldn't imagine how Goldenflare might feel knowing that his daughter could suffer the same fate.

"Well, there's nothing that can be done about it now," Applebranch stated firmly. "I hope I'll be a good mother."

"You will be." Maplethorn pressed his cheek against Applebranch's own. "Your kits will grow up knowing that they're loved fully and unconditionally. You won't be alone, either. You'll have me, and Honeygleam, and Dad, and Toro, and Silverbelly, of course."

"I know, I know." Applebranch wiped a paw across her face, trying to get rid of any lingering tears. "I'm going to go tell Dad and Honeygleam. Will you come with?"

"Of course! I’ll always be here for you, whatever you need."

"Thanks, Maple."

...

"Dad, please wake up!" Maplethorn wailed, desperately shaking the limp tom. His whole life, Maplethorn had been told that leaders had nine lives, and up until this point he'd believed it, but seeing Goldenstar so motionless, so lifeless, left him feeling paralyzed with terror.

"He's going to wake up, Maplethorn," Silverbelly's soft mew did nothing to soothe Maplethorn's nerves.

"But what if he doesn't? What if the injuries are too severe? Like-like with Scorchstar?"

Silverbelly's expression darkened. "That won't happen, Maplethorn. Trust me."

So Maplethorn waited, and after what felt like an agonizing eternity, Goldenstar jerked back to life, gasping as if he'd been held underwater. "Maplethorn?" the tom wheezed.

"Dad! I'm here." Maplethorn could feel his paws trembling. "We were attacked by a dog. You--you died, Dad. I saw you die."

"StarClan revived me," Goldenstar rumbled.

"I thought I'd lost you," Maplethorn whispered, stricken.

"I'm fine, really," Goldenstar grunted. "Just give me a moment." Noticing how truly petrified Maplethorn looked, Goldenstar's features softened. "I'm not going anywhere anytime soon, okay? I'm sticking around till you get tired of me."

"That will never happen."

"I'm sure it won't," Goldenstar chuckled. As Maplethorn turned to say something to Silverbelly it hit him that neither of them had been sure if Goldenstar was really coming back. The expression he found on Silverbelly's face was not confidence.

It was relief.

…

"At least it healed properly."

"Do you doubt my mother's healing capabilities?"

"Of course not." Maplethorn let out a fond albeit exhasperated chuckle. "I was just worried, that's all."

"Why?"

"I care about you." At Pinefrost's blank expression, Maplethorn continued, "You're my nephew."

"Oh. Okay."

"Now that you aren't cooped up in the medicine den, why don't we go hunting? I know a great spot down by the river split."

"I'm old enough to know our clan's territory, Maplethorn." Pinefrost frowned slightly. After a few moments, he mrrowed, "But I wouldn't mind spending some time with you."

"All right, perfect. I was starting to worry that you might not actually like me," Maplethorn teased.

"Why would you think that?" Pinefrost titled his head, appearing utterly baffled.

Maplethorn only laughed again.

…

"Careful! You nearly stepped on Maplethorn's tail," Molesong's waspish tone made Hawkkit flinch backward, eyes rounding with dismay.

"Oh no! I'm sorry, Maplethorn."

"It's okay." Maplethorn chuckled. With a drawn out sigh, Molesong scooped up Hawkkit, giving her daughter's head a few reassuring licks.

"I'm not mad at you, sweetie," Molesong hummed. "I just wish you'd be more careful."

"I will, Mama," Hawkkit promised. Eaglekit watched the entire scene with a pensive look.

"Is everything all right, Eaglekit?" Maplethorn mewed.

"Yeah. I was just wondering. . ."

"You were wondering?" Maplethorn prompted.

"Are you my dad?"

"Eaglekit!" Molesong hissed, sheer mortification passing through her gaze. "Maplethorn, I'm so sorry. She isn't old enough to understand how rude of a question-"

"No, no, it's fine," Maplethorn replied swiftly, attempting to save Molesong any further embarassment. Eaglekit's question vaguely reminded him of a conversation he'd had with Sunwish many years ago, but he couldn't quite remember how it went anymore.

"Maplethorn is far too old to be your father," Molesong mewed sternly. Maplethorn opted not to take offense. "He's my uncle."

"What's an uncle?" Hawkkit squeaked.

"A parent's brother. You have uncles, too: Pinefrost and Flyspots. Aunts are a parent's sister."

"Oh! Like Mudsplash and Crowflame," Hawkkit exclaimed.

"Yes, like Mudsplash and Crowflame," Molesong nodded.

"Then who's our father?" Eaglekit pressed.

Molesong sighed, the warning signs of irritation glinting in her gaze. Still, she made an honorable effort to hide her frustration from her daughters. Maplethorn sent her a sympathetic glance. "Rabbitpounce."

"Who's that?" Eaglekit squinted.

"The white-and-ginger tom who visits us in the nursery sometimes. StarClan knows where he is right now," Molesong scoffed. Hawkkit seemed satisfied with this answer, but Eaglekit appeared to have more questions. Molesong silenced her with a look.

Tactfully changing the topic, Maplethorn said, "Why don't I go get Honeygleam to tell you two a story? We can even round up the other kits, too."

"Yes! I love stories," Hawkkit purred, her voice never breaching a loud whisper even in her excitement.

Molesong mouthed a quick "thank you" before rushing off to find Curly and Flyspots so they could wrangle all the kits together.

"Why don't you two help me find Honeygleam?"

"Okay!" Eaglekit and Hawkkit chirped in unison, tumbling after Maplethorn as he began to amble across camp. 

…

"I always knew you'd become deputy one day!" Honeygleam purred, tail curling above his back. Dawnshine and Robinblaze stood beside him while Applebranch wove around Maplethorn, purring contentedly.

"Toro made the right choice," a gravelly voice added. Crowflame had slunk through the crowd, her gaze impassive. "Congratulations."

"Thank you." Maplethorn shot Crowflame a warm smile. "I'm glad to have your support."

Crowflame grunted something inaudible in reply.

"Don't mind her," Applebranch chuckled. "She's always been grumpy."

It appeared Maplethorn was the only cat that noticed how Crowflame's ears pinned at being referred to as her. Maplethorn wasn't given time to dwell on it, as moments later he was practically tackled by Flyspots and Mudsplash, both cats whooping and cheering. "Maplethorn! Maplethorn!" Mudsplash chanted, grinning goofily, her one trademark fang poking out.

"Kits, careful now. You'll crush him," Silverbelly warned, padding up alongside Toro.

"We aren't kits anymore, Mom," Flyspots rolled his eyes, but his demeanor remained fond.

"Still," Silverbelly insisted.

"Yeah, yeah." Flyspots stuck out his tongue, causing Silverbelly to let out a clearly fake affronted gasp. Applebranch chortled in amusement.

"Are you lot giving Maplethorn a hard time?" Goldenstar's steady voice caused Maplethorn's heart to flood with warmth.

"I'm all right, Dad," he purred.

"Good. I wouldn't want the new deputy to be out-of-sorts."

"Yeah, we wouldn't want that," Flyspots teased.

"You can count on me. As soon as this swarm of cats dissipates, I'll be calling dusk patrols."

"What? No way!" Flyspots let out a dramatic pout, which in turn caused Mudsplash to playfully shove him, muttering, "Don't be a lazy-bones."

"Duty calls," Maplethorn replied solemnly. The only thing betraying his amusement were his twitching whiskers. "Even in times of celebration, patrols must be done."

"I guess. . ." Flyspots sulked.

"Come on, it'll be fun! Remember that time we found a raccoon?" Mudsplash grinned.

"That was not fun, and it was a skunk, not a raccoon."

"Wormshade wouldn't go near you for days! It was so funny."

"You wouldn't be laughing if you were the one that got sprayed!"

As the two cats continued their light-hearted bickering, Goldenstar shifted until he stood shoulder-to-shoudler with Maplethorn. The proud smile on his face was all Maplethorn needed to know that this was the right path for him.

...

"Crowflame identifies as a tom." Applebranch's words came as no surprise to Maplethorn.

"All right. I'll make sure to refer to him as such from now on."

"He'll probably tell you himself sooner or later. He looks up to you a lot, you know."

"He does?"

"Of course. He's always wanted to be just like you some day."

"I guess I never considered that cats might look up to me and not Dad. He's the one they should admire."

"They do admire him, but they admire you too, Maple. We all do."

Unable to properly express how much Applebranch's words had touched him, Maplethorn instead leaned forward to nuzzle his sister, a purr growing in his chest. “Thank you.”

…

Maplethorn had only just got done wailing. Everything had happened so fast. One moment, he had been in his nest resting and the next he had been awoken by furious shrieks and desperate cries.

So many cats had died. Curly. Rabbitpounce. Toro. Dawnshine.

Honeygleam.

Even thinking his brother's name caused Maplethorn's heart to ache. He couldn't let himself dwell on his own agony. Instead, he had crept into the medicine den, tucking himself into the nest beside Flyspots. The majority of the other nests had been deserted now that the medicine cats had finished attending to everyone's wounds. Everyone that survived, that is.

Flyspots was despondent. "I couldn't even help fight," the tom mumbled vacantly. Maplethorn sighed. He had no words of comfort to offer. Instead he began to groom Flyspots's matted fur, careful to avoid the herbal wrap which bound his back.

"I can't believe it. . ." Flyspots whispered.

"Neither can I."

...

The sun had begun to set by the time Maplethorn and his patrol had found them. Spiderclaw lay motionless, his gaze devoid of life. Maplethorn had no idea what he was going to tell Flyspots.

Maplethorn had sent the rest of his patrol (Moonstep and Grassroot) back to camp to fetch Silverbelly and Stormsight. Robinblaze was breathing, barely, but was too battered to be transported back to camp.

So Maplethorn waited by her side. "It's going to be okay, Robinblaze." The ginger tabby's throat was marred by a vicious bite-mark. Grassroot had pressed moss against the wound in an attempt to stem the bleeding.

" . . . yeah," Robinblaze wheezed.

"It will be okay," Maplethorn repeated softly. He couldn't take anymore grief. Not after Dawnshine and Honeygleam. Not after Molesong. "I promise."

"I'll say hi to my dads for you." Robinblaze's voice was barely more than a whisper, her chest beginning to rise and fall at a far slower pace.

"There's no sense talking like that." Maplethorn squeezed his eyes shut for a few moments. "Why don't I tell you a funny story about when your fathers and I were apprentices?"

" . . . okay . . . "

By the time Moonstep and Grassroot had returned with Silverbelly and Stormsight, they were met with the sight of Maplethorn wrapped around Robinblaze as if she were a newborn kit. The tom's soft sobs hit the patrol moments before the scent of decay.

...

"He still hasn't come back." Applebranch's voice had begun to rise.

"He likes his walks," Celia murmured. "He's probably just taking a little extra time for himself."

"He never takes this long!" Applebranch hissed, tail puffed up.

Maplethorn sat vacantly, watching the two as if from a far distance. He barely even registered when Mudsplash sat down beside him. "We don't know something bad happened," she said.

"No. I have a feeling. He's. . ." Gone. The word could not be spoken aloud.

"Are you ready?" Mudsplash pressed, her demeanor melancholy in a way so unusual for her that Maplethorn had to pause to even begin to process it.

"Not really." There was no point in lying.

"We'll all be here to support you. You can always talk to me, okay?"

"Thank you." Maplethorn blinked gratefully at Mudsplash before slowly shifting to his paws. "Applebranch," he called, interupting her continuing argument with Celia. "Let's go check the western cliffs near his usual walking trail. I'll assign another patrol to check in the opposite direction."

Applebranch let out a huff but didn't argue, tail flicking wildly. "I could come with you," Mudsplash offered.

"No, it's all right." Maplethorn exhaled. With a solemn set to his shoulders, Maplethorn bounded towards the center of camp, preparing to call his clanmates together and inform them of the separate search parties.

He could only hope all of this would prove unnecessary, and that Goldenstar would grumble and gripe when he learned such a fuss had been made over him.

Maplethorn really, really hoped.

But he knew.

...

"I sometimes wonder how I will be remembered in the years following my death. Will cats view me as just a shadow successor to my father? What has FallenClan accomplished under my leadership besides a war with a neighboring clan?"

"FallenClan has remained prosperous under your leadership. ShallowClan's actions don't reflect upon you," Silverbelly replied.

"Yes, but what if ShallowClan chose to attack now because they sensed weakness? Would they have even dared if Goldenstar was stlil leader?"

"Truthfully, I think the war had more to do with ShallowClan's change in leadership than FallenClan's." Silverbelly's tail flicked. "You remember Lichenstripe, don't you? He had a lot of insightful things to say about the state of things in ShallowClan."

Maplestar batted at a stray pebble. "If not a half-hearted war, then what is my legacy?"

"Your legacy is your warmth. The love and affection you show to your kin, the comradery you inspire in your clanmates."

"You really think so?"

"I know so, Maplestar."

...

Before him stood endless, tumbling fields of stars, an eternal sway of starry grass coupled with the faint smell of lilacs. He could see Honeygleam and Robinblaze racing across the starry expanse, leaving long indents across the meadow as they ran.

The meadow seemed to heal itself, the grass springing back up almost as soon as it was crushed.

Beneath a spruce tree, Goldenstar sat in deep discussion with Sunwish while Morningbloom and Celia lounged together a few foxlengths away.

Molesong was here, too, having decided to show off her hunting skills to a gaggle of wide-eyed kits.

Dawnshine stood a few paces away from Maplestar, ears pricked in an attentive manner, almost as if he were waiting for someone.

"What's on your mind?" Maplestar rumbled.

"You, actually," Dawnshine replied. "I was wondering---do you ever regret not having kits of your own?"

Maplestar hummed thoughtfully. "No, not really. I have a family, one that's quite large at that. I've never been interested in having a mate or kits of my own."

Dawnshine nodded. "I thought so."

"Why do you ask?"

"I was just wondering, now that it's too late to, well," Dawnshine smiled. "Stormsight was wondering if you'd like to go exploring with us later, by the way."

"There certainly is plenty to explore," Maplestar said. "Why don't we invite Honeygleam and Robinblaze too?"

"No, they're already having too much fun. We should let them be." Dawnshine's gaze had grown soft.

"All right." Maplestar grinned. "You, me, and Stormsight it is then."

"One thing I do appreciate about being dead is that I can always make time to hangout with my family," Dawnshine purred.

Family. Dawnshine and Silverbelly were both a part of Maplestar's family as well. Their mother and younger siblings were like extended family. Even Celia was a sort of familial figure, with Sunwish acting as a reserved, somewhat temperamental aunt.

So much family, and all here together. Even those who were absent were guaranteed to one day join them in eternity.

A soft purr grew in Maplestar's throat. "I like that, too. I like it a lot."

-🐉 (have a maplefic as a treat, since i will be visiting relatives in no-wifi-land for about five days starting tomorrow. the next creatures on my "write a fic about" list are cherrystar and poppyfeather. as always, beetle and anyone else, you are all welcome to request characters you'd like to see. hope you like this fic! it's a long one isn't it....)

AUGH.... HEART IN HANDS... Dragon this is fucking fantastic. you're so good at staying in character with cats that have barely spoken at all, its incredible. i love this so much,,, my boy,,,

#fallenasks #fallenfic #dragon anon

[spaceless-vacuum]

Hi I saw your request open

Can I requested yandere scenarioif yandere platonic links x toddler centaur reader

Like the little reader was Chase by the shadow away from her heard cuz she a unicorn centaur foal .

And she bumps into the links. And the little cutie pie reader looks up with tears in her eyes and babbles scared.

The links: ok nope you my child now Pick up reader put her in a slig as she confused and just accept her fate looking around confused as they walk to the group

since this is so close to the lynel ask I was sent earlier I made this a continuation to it and wrote several ideas out instead, hope you enjoy! if you wanted something else feel free to send the ask again.

. . .

Twilight traded a glance with you and looked at Sky, who was dutifully ignoring him to dote on you instead. You were scooped up in his sail cloth while it was wrapped around him holding you close to his torso while still allowing you room to breathe. Twilight was a bit jealous to be honest. He wanted to be the one to hold you while they walked. However he had to admit that you needed the time to walk on your own without having anyone hold you as well.

“If you never let them walk they'll never learn how to.” Twilight was aware that his words fell on deaf ears. Sky just kept walking, acting like he didn't hear anything. He warped an arm under you and held you a bit closer to his face so he could coo at you. Smiling and making sure to keep you entertained while the group trudged along the wooded path. The rancher walked around Sky to his other side so he could get a better look at you. Your face is resting on Sky’s arm and he can see that you're dozing off.

Twilight should have kept his voice down because you started to stir and move around a bit. Glancing over at the rancher Sky gives him a side eye from disturbing your peace but quickly goes back to smothering you. You're far too passed out to even care about the exchange taking place.

“They need to save their energy.” Sky smiles and pats your head. Teh touch wakes you up and you lift your head in response causing Sky to coo at you some more. Wind hears the commotion and rushes over. Wild follows of course and Warrior chuckles. He won't admit it but he quite enjoys how much energy you've given the group. Even boring walks through the woods feel a bit livelier.

"Let me see." Wind picked up on the quiet voices and matched his to theirs. Staying quiet as well as to not disturb you. He can't wait to show his sister. Earlier he wrote a letter to Aryll and made sure to include a drawn picture of you to show her. He drew it himself and was really proud.

Wild peers over the group but can't get a good look so he walks around to stand next to Twilight. He had a soft spot for Lynels, thinking they were like cats but would never admit that to anyone in the group. He'd never hear the end of it if they all thought he was going to get hurt around one. He had already thrown the idea of taking you to meet other lynels around in his mind but he couldn't ever let you meet one. The thought that you might imprint on a lunel even after meeting them dawned on him and they can't have that.

Obviously any other Lynel that came around the group would need to be killed. To keep you safe. However, will you get upset if you watch? Oh no the realisation hits him that you are far too young to keep around while they are attacking monsters. Wild turns around and looks for Time, who's by the back of the group with Four surveying the surrounding woods. TWhile walking over Wild carefully thought about how to explain this dilemma. You're simply too precious to be around during a fight, the idea of having you being taken away when a fight breaks out must be discussed sooner rather than later.

. . .

Other ideas I have that I don't have the energy to fully write out, 

Everyone sitting around near mealtime feeding the cub and everyone arguing over what food would be best. Wild says meat is just fine. Twilight says you might be too young to eat meat at this point, and Time offers you milk from his ranch. You accept both the meat and the milk. Sky says maybe they should try some bird and Wild points out that it's only because he prefers birds because that's what he's used to himself. They start a different conversation while Hyrule thinks about his dietary constrictions due to being a fairy and asks if you might need veggies. Twilight realises you really will need a balanced meal and starts chopping up an apple for you to eat. He cuts you a piece and hands it to you, Legend says that's a fruit not a veggie and Wild says he has some herbs and a bulb like a veggie in his slate they can give you as well.

Four, who I haven't forgotten about rather he's just in the back of my mind waiting for me to call him back out, would make you some travelling clothes and a little backpack. He actually made two backpacks because he wasn't sure if it should go around your human torso or your lynel part but he lets you choose. You keep the two of them and swap them out. One day Wind stops you and searches them because he loves to snoop. He pulls out an array of items. Rocks, a stick, some snacks, Time asks what he's doing and he says snooping. A slingshot which Time gave you to play with, he had one as a kid, a wood carving of a bird, possibly a hawk, from sky that he never finished. He set it down and you must have taken it without him noticing. A blanket and a stuffed fox are in your pack as well.

#eye write #linked universe #yandere legend of zelda #platonic yandere #platonic relationships #request

[fandom-imagines-stories]

From Here on Out

Raylan Givens x Reader

Words: 3750

Part One; Part Two

Summary: Things finally come to a head as the reader turns to an unlikely source to take down Chamberlain. Raylan opposes Art’s new plan. 

Notes: I have had so much fun writing this trilogy. Raylan is such an interesting character to work with and I’ve had a blast. Let me know what you think, as always! 

Other Raylan imagines and more: HERE 

Warnings: Mentions of trafficking, violence, etc.

-

You could have used a shot of good bourbon, but beggars can’t be choosers. Besides, you were in enough trouble as it is, and adding alcohol to the mix was probably not the best idea. Even if you made it out of this alive, your husband was going to lock you in your bedroom and never let you leave again. Not that you didn’t deserve it, at least a little bit, for the hell you’d put him through in the past few days. 

But that was only if this worked. 

You took a deep breath and opened the car door. 

They stood at the end of the street. Silent and waiting. 

“Raylan, I love you,” you whispered and started walking. “Evenin’ boys.” 

“Mrs. Givens,” Derek greeted. “Long time, no see, huh?” 

The image of him aiming a gun at you while you laid in bed flashed through your mind like the light of his cigarette. You crinkled your nose and smirked. 

“Cute.” You threw the file to the ground in front of him. “There. That's all I could find at the Marshal’s office. I guess you guys aren’t as popular as you thought you were.” 

Derek crouched down, flipping through the file with a satisfied smile. “I thought your husband said we didn’t have a file at all,” he tsked. “I don’t appreciate being lied to.”

“I’m sure with you holding a gun to his head and all, it probably just slipped his mind,” you returned his cockiness with a tight smile. “Happens to the best of us, right?” 

Derek nodded at the man next to him and handed him the file. 

“You know that me giving that to you doesn’t let you off the hook?” You snarked. “That only works in the movies.” 

Derek chuckled, taking a step toward you. “We just like to know what we’re up against. That’s all.” 

“Always a step ahead. I imagine that’s useful for a sex trafficker.” As much as you tried, you couldn’t hide the disgust in your voice. 

“That brings us to the other matter we discussed,” he said. “The replacement girl.” 

Your breathing hitched, heart leaping into your throat. 

This was it. 

You held your arms out to the side, shrugging your shoulders. 

“You’re looking at her, Chamberlain.” 

His Cheshire cat grin made you shudder. “I was hoping you’d say that.” 

-

Two Days Earlier

Somewhere out there, you could feel your good, southern mama scolding you for not playing a better hostess and offering these people something to drink. Footsteps scuffled all around as Raylan and the others tried to figure out how Derek Chamberlain had gotten into your house in the middle of the night without making a sound. You focused elsewhere, hands gripping the kitchen counter as the coffee brewed. 

The sharp, warming smell filled the room. You watched it drip into the glass pot, letting it hypnotize you so you didn’t have to think about what was going on. 

He was in your house. 

He held a gun at Raylan’s forehead.

He smiled at you like he’d already won. 

Maybe he had. 

“Mrs. Givens?” Rachel stood in the doorway, brows knitted with concern. “Are you okay?” 

You blinked out of your trance and put on a smile. “Do you want some coffee? I made some for all of you. Thank you again for coming out. Raylan wanted to deal with it himself, but I made him call Art so we could get this figured out.”

“It’s no problem,” she said, taking a cautious step towards you. “We want to make sure you both are safe.” 

“I think it’s a little late for that, thanks to me.” You turned away and busied yourself with pouring more mugs of coffee than you needed. 

Rachel took one with a small smile. She wanted to tell you that it wasn’t your fault. That everything was going to be fine. But she knew it wasn’t her place, nor would it help ease your clearly growing panic. So she just took the coffee and for now, that was enough for you. 

You took a cup of your own and grabbed another for your husband who was storming back inside with Art and Tim behind him. 

“If I see that sonofabitch, I’m gonna kill him,” Raylan growled. 

Art sighed. “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.” 

“I made coffee.” 

Tim took a cup with a thankful nod. Art kept glancing at you with a mix of remorse and concern. Raylan looked anywhere but you and you pretended that it didn’t hurt. 

“Well,” Art blew out a breath, “I’m gonna have someone sit on the house at all hours and we will track down Chamberlain. If he sneezes, we’ll know about it.”

“I appreciate that, Chief Deputy Mullen,” you said, “but I only called you guys here to keep Raylan from hunting this guy down. I don’t think any further involvement with the Marshals is wise.”

“That ship has sailed, sweetheart,” Raylan scoffed, still not looking at you. 

“Says the one who wanted to turn John Wayne not half an hour ago,” you snapped back. 

Art held up his hands. “Alright, listen, both of you. I’m only gonna say this once.” He watched both of you closely. “Both of you need to get your heads out of your asses. You,” he looked at Raylan, “are not going to lone gunman this and make it out alive. And you,” he turned to you, “need to stop thinking you can handle this on your own because it has been proven that you can’t. Now I am going to have someone sit outside this house and you two are going to stay here until I can figure out what the hell to do next!” 

The chief deputy huffed out of the room, taking Tim with him. Rachel cast you one last glance before following. 

“I see why you like him so much.” You put your coffee down and ran a hand down your face. 

Raylan didn’t say another word and went upstairs. 

You wanted to throw something. You wanted to watch the ceramic pieces of every mug shatter against the tile. But that wasn’t going to help anybody. 

Instead, you took out your cell phone, checked to make sure Raylan wasn’t coming back down, and hit a name in your contacts you never thought you’d speak to again. 

Ava Crowder.

-

A car had followed you. Whether it was your marshal guard or someone from the Chamberlains you couldn’t tell, but either way, you were gonna be in a world of hurt when- or if- you made it back home. 

You downed the bourbon with a single gulp. 

Ava poured you another. 

“I take it your husband doesn’t know you’re here, hm?” 

“What do you think?” 

She shrugged with a smirk. “Alright.” Ava sat down across from you. “What brings you here, then?” 

Luckily, Johnny’s bar was empty this time of day, so you didn’t have to worry about anyone overhearing. But the possibility of the bar’s real owner returning made you a touch uncomfortable, so you figured you’d get straight to the point. 

“What do you know about the Chamberlain family trafficking ring?”

She raised a brow. “What makes you think I know anything?” 

“Because I know what circles you run in. I just want to know if Derek Chamberlain is in any of them.” 

“The name rings a bell, but I don’t think I’m the one you want to talk to.” 

The door to the backroom swung open. 

You stood up. 

“Mrs. Givens,” Boyd smiled. “This is a pleasant surprise.” 

You swallowed. “Boyd.”

“Baby, she wants to know about Derek Chamberlain,” Ava said, pouring him a drink. 

Boyd took a seat and motioned to your chair. “Please.” 

You sat back down.

He took a drink. 

“Now, from what I hear, the Chamberlains are a nasty bunch.” Boyd narrowed his eyes at you. “What business could a sweet and innocent marshal’s wife, like yourself, possibly have with a man like Derek?” 

“He took a friend of mine’s daughter.” You picked up your glass and watched the contents swirl around. “Then he killed that friend of mine.” 

“Well now, that sounds very serious. I’m sorry for your loss,” Boyd sighed. He leaned forward, clasping his hands on the table. “Seeing as we’ve known each other a long while now, Mrs. Givens, I would be more than happy to step in as a favor to you.”

As appealing as the thought of having Derek Chamberlain wiped from this earth was, you shook your head. 

“I just came to get some information. That’s all.” 

His lip quirked up in another smile. “I would still consider that a favor. One I may or may not ask to be returned at some point.” 

You leaned forward, holding his gaze. “If I wasn’t desperate, do you think I’d be here?” 

A spark lit in his eyes and you forced your regret to be a later issue. Boyd leaned back, crossing his arms behind his head while a cunning smile spread across his face. 

“Well, then, Y/N, what exactly do you need to know?” 

The door to the bar burst open before you got the chance to speak. You didn’t have to turn around to see who it was, thanks to the self-satisfied smirk on Boyd’s face. 

“Raylan,” he exclaimed. “Now it really is a party.” 

Your stomach sank. 

You were so, so dead. 

“This your idea?” Raylan growled. “Dragging her out here when I’m sure you’ve heard all about the trouble she’s dug up?”

Boyd held up his hands innocently. “I came home to find her gracing my bar with her presence, a total, but welcome, surprise.” 

“I called Ava,” you said. 

“I was thinking we could maybe go on a double date after all this,” Boyd mocked. “Doesn’t that sound fun?” 

“Believe it or not, I am nowhere near the neighborhood of being in the mood to deal with you today.” Raylan’s hand locked on your arm, pulling you up out of the chair. “We’re leaving.” 

“I couldn’t just sit in the house and do nothing,” you whispered angrily. 

His eyes flashed to yours, fuming. You didn’t say anything else. 

“Y/N, honey, you call if you need anything else, okay?” Ava said, actually sounding genuine. 

Raylan started to lead you out of the bar when Boyd called after you. 

“Alright, wait! Raylan, wait.” Boyd rolled his eyes at himself and hurried to catch you at the door. His smarminess had faded, replaced by something resembling real. “Chamberlain has a notebook where he keeps everything. Abduction plans, times of moves, locations of the girls, the works. You ask me, I think it’s pretty stupid to have everything in one place, but he always has it on his person. Always.” 

Plans started clicking in your head. You gave him a nod. 

“Thank you, Boyd.” 

His sly grin returned. “Don’t say I never did anything for you.” 

Raylan pulled you outside. The sunlight stung your eyes compared to the neon of the bar. You squinted at your husband’s furious face. It was an expression you were growing increasingly familiar with. 

“Raylan-”

“Don’t,” he snapped. “Don’t say a goddamn thing.” He let go of your arm. “Just get in the car.” 

You opened your mouth. He cut you off. 

“Get. In. The. Car.” 

You got in the car. 

-

Art was waiting when you got home, sitting on your front porch with a look of frustration that almost matched your husband’s. 

Raylan hadn’t said a word the entire drive. It was suffocating. 

“Art, long time no see,” you greeted snarkily. 

“I take it you’re responsible for this little field trip then?” You were right. He was pissed. “What the hell did I just tell you, Raylan? All you had to do was stay in the damn house.” 

“Raylan was just coming to get me,” you defended. 

But your husband pushed past you both without a word, slamming the door behind him. 

Now was probably a bad time to mention that your car was still at the bar. 

“What was so important that you had to leave?” Art asked, ignoring his brooding agent. 

You swallowed. “Boyd Crowder had some valuable information.” 

Art froze. 

He blinked. 

He sighed and ran a hand down his face. “You Givens’ are going to be the death of me.” 

The two of you followed your husband inside. Raylan had already poured the drinks. His eyes bore into yours as he downed his bourbon in one gulp. 

“Art,” you took a deep breath, “I think I need a moment alone with my husband.” 

“If it means figuring this shit out, then by all means,” he huffed, going back out onto the porch with his drink. 

You kept your voice as calm as you could. “I went to see Ava. Boyd happened to be there.” 

He didn’t say anything, just kept… staring. 

“That detail about the notebook could mean everything,” you said. “I mean, if we get our hands on that, we not only take out Chamberlain, but we can find and help the rest of those girls.”

Raylan remained silent. 

Your hands started to shake. 

“I couldn’t stay in the house, Raylan.” 

Nothing.

Something inside you broke. Your lip trembled. Your eyes watered. You tried blinking away the tears. 

“I can’t stay here,” you cried. “All I hear are those bastard’s footsteps on our stairs. In our home. I see him pointing that gun at you with that goddamn smirk on his face everywhere I turn. When I close my eyes, I imagine him shooting you in the heart. So I’m sorry if I had to get out of here and do something about it!” 

Raylan closed his eyes.

You crossed the kitchen and grabbed his flannel shirt by the collar with still shaking hands. 

“I want to finish this, Raylan,” you said, voice heavy and broken. “But I will finish it my way.” Your words cracked in your throat. “Without having to watch you die.” 

His honey-colored eyes gazed deeply into yours, but he still didn’t say a word. 

You started to step away. 

His hand grabbed your hand and pulled you back into his arms. Raylan locked around you like he could shield you with his body from the whole world. You melted into him, pretending that he really could protect you from everything and that you could protect him. 

“I can’t do this anymore,” he sighed against your neck. “I can’t keep running after you, wondering if you're lyin’ cold somewhere.” He pulled back with a raised brow. “And, I gotta admit, it hurt a little that you went to the Crowders instead of me.” 

“I’m sorry, do you have connections with Kentucky crime enterprises that I don’t know about? Any inside secrets that you care to share?” 

“Fair point.” He leaned his forehead against yours. “But you should have come to me first anyway.” 

“Yeah, but then you wouldn’t have been able to bust into the bar all angry like,” you teased. “It was kinda sexy.” 

Raylan chuckled, shaking his head and pressing his lips to yours. “What the hell am I gonna do with you?”

“I can think of a couple things, deputy, but we, unfortunately, don’t have time for any of them.” 

Raylan’s eyes returned to yours, narrowing. “Why do you got that look in your eye?” He asked. “You know, the one I don’t like because it usually means me getting in trouble.” 

“Because I,” you smiled, straightening his shirt, “have a plan.”

-

“I can’t believe we agreed to this shit,” Raylan said through gritted teeth, hunched down behind a crate between Art and Rachel. Tim was on the roof, setting up in case anything went sideways. 

“Well, the way I figure, we could either go along with her for this one, or she was gonna keep running off on her own, eventually getting herself killed,” Art fired back. “Is that what you wanted?”

Raylan scoffed. 

“That’s what I thought. Now pipe down.” He looked at Rachel. 

She nodded and spoke into her headpiece. “You got a view up there?”

Tim’s voice came from over the com. “If Little-Miss-Plan would get her head out of the way, I’ve got a clear shot on Chamberlain.” 

“Do not shoot my wife,” Raylan said. 

“I’ll keep that in mind, asshole.” 

“Will you be quiet?” Art snapped. “If they see us, Tim’ll be the last of Y/N’s worries, alright?” 

Raylan blew out a breath. “I really hate this plan.” 

This was it. 

You held your arms out to the side, shrugging your shoulders. 

“You’re looking at her, Chamberlain.” 

His Cheshire cat grin made you shudder. “I was hoping you’d say that.” Derek reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black notebook. 

Thank you, Boyd Crowder.

“My only condition, of course, is that you leave my husband out of this,” you added. “I won’t drag him into any more of this shit.” 

He put the notebook back.

“You must think I’m an idiot, sweetheart. The wife of a U.S. Marshal as one of my girls?” Derek chuckled. “Tempting, but no.” He clicked his tongue. “I will enjoy gutting that cowboy husband of yours, even if you won’t be around to see it.” 

Derek took his hand from his jacket and aimed the pistol in his hand at your chest. 

“Tim!” Raylan exclaimed.

The two shots rang out together, echoing through the darkened street. 

Marshalls and thugs alike descended upon the scene. Chaos of gunshots and running feet filled the air, but none were louder than the sound of Raylan’s pounding heart in his ears. Everything was laser-focused and a blur all at once. But with it all going on around him, he could only see you. 

With Derek Chamberlain lying across from you in a growing pool of blood. 

As more deputies joined the fray, more and more of Chamberlain’s men started dropping their weapons, smart enough to recognize that this was a fight they weren’t winning. 

Raylan fell to his knees at your side. 

“Y/N,” he gasped, pulling you into his lap, “Y/N, baby, talk to me.” 

Your hand slowly moved, unbuttoning the top few buttons on your shirt, revealing the kevlar underneath, along with the shiny, smashed bullet stuck right where it should have pierced your heart.

“That wasn’t as cool as I thought it was going to be,” you coughed. He tried to help you sit up, but you groaned, the pain of the hit still radiating through your chest. Raylan’s worried eyes stayed glued to yours. “I’m fine, honey, I’m fine,” you said. “Get the notebook.”  

Raylan nodded and set you down gently. 

You turned, saw one of Derek’s creeps dead eyes staring back at you, and turned back, watching your husband approach the man who’d just shot you. 

Raylan reached into Derek’s pocket and, sure enough, pulled out that little black notebook. He flicked through the pages and chuckled. 

“I thought he’d at least have it in code.” With notebook in hand, he started back towards you. 

Derek sat up.

“Raylan!” You shouted. 

With the gun of Chamberlain’s goon in your hand, you fired. Blood and brains burst out of the back of Derek’s head. 

He didn’t sit up again. 

Raylan rushed back to you and lifted you up in his arms. You winced. 

“Sorry,” he muttered. He kissed the top of your head. “Nice shot.” 

-

Turns out, Tim had been attacked by one of Chamberlain’s men who were patrolling the warehouses, otherwise, it would have been his bullet in Derek’s brain. 

The rest of the raid went rather well. The notebook pointed to other warehouses where girls were being kept and the Chamberlain’s were brought in by the FBI and the Marshalls, who claimed to have been working together all along to hide the fact that they used the civilian wife of a deputy as bait. They even found Beth’s daughter. She was alive. Derek was just trying to get you to do something stupid- which, of course, you did. But it was worth it. 

After a check up in the hospital for your bruised ribs, you got to go home. And Raylan didn’t leave your side for a second. It would have been entirely sweet if it weren’t for the occasional suspicious look in his eye. 

“I’m not planning on flying the coop any time soon if that’s what you’re worried about,” you snarked, wincing as you shifted your position on the couch. The bullet may not have killed you, but it sure left a mark that hurt like hell. 

“Considering your record the past week, you’ll forgive my paranoia.” Raylan plopped down beside you, moving your legs into his lap. Despite his smarmy expression, you could see the mix of guilt and relief and fear in his eyes. No matter how many times he saw the bruise on your chest, all he could see was a big, bloody wound where your heart should be. 

If you hadn’t been wearing that vest…

“Hey.” You took his hand. “I’m okay.” 

“You just got shot in the chest almost point blank.” He didn’t look at your face. “You are not okay.” 

“I’m alive, aren’t I?” 

He gave you a dark look. With a little pained effort, you sat up.

“Raylan, honey,” you took a breath and let your tone change from teasing to genuine. “I’m okay.” You kissed him long and deeply to prove your point. 

Raylan sighed, running a hand through your hair. “Don’t ever scare me like that again.” He leaned forward, pressing his forehead to yours. You could feel every ounce of panic he’d felt for the past few days. Panic you’d caused. 

You gave him a small smile. “Baby, if we agreed not to scare each other, you’d have to stop walking out that door with your badge and gun every day.”

He opened his mouth to argue. 

“But-” You cut him off. “I will promise that if I come across another case like the Chamberlains and find myself in a similar type of trouble…” You kissed him again. “I will shoot you a text.” 

“At least have the decency to call,” he pouted playfully. 

“Hey, a text is more than you give me half the time,” you fired back. 

He held up his hands. “Alright. Fair enough.”

Raylan wrapped his arms around you, kissed your forehead, and held you until the exhaustion overtook you both. 

You weren’t a simple couple, sure. But you liked it that way.

#raylan givens x reader #justified #justified imagines #raylan givens #timothy olyphant

[saivenay]

Safe place .•°•. Fade

cw: gn!reader, lots of softness and comfort, fade might seem ooc idk but that's how i see her

wc: 2300

Dealing with nightmares on one's own requires being alone, and that comes with loneliness.

That's what Fade felt most of the time.

Although loud and confident on the battlefield, she kept to the sidelines at headquarters. She preffered solitude, and when she was around people, she'd rather listen than participate actively in conversations. And if she did participate in the conversation, she would quiet down the moment it turned to personal topics.

When asked about something private, she would either answer reclutantly or shrug her shoulders. She would speak little but sensibly, often sarcastic and with a slight hint of black humor. Her favourite pastime was baiting younger duelists into some pointless, heated discussions and watching the chaos from afar.

You found her intriguing ever since the first time you saw her and you've tried to approach her multiple times but there was never a good enough opportunity to talk.

Until one night.

You woke up thirsty in the middle of the night, so you found yourself in the kitchen, rummaging through the cupboard for your mug. You were tapping your fingernails and humming while waiting for the filter jug to filter your water. When you finally filled your mug, you turned around.

And you almost dropped the mug.

"Oh my fucking god." You placed your free hand on your chest. "You almost gave me a heart attack."

On the table was sitting a heap of shadows with bright red eyes. It cocked its head to the side at your words and blinked a few times. It reminded you of some cartoon cat.

You rolled your eyes and smiled slightly at the prowler.

"Well, you're cute so I forgive you. Why are you even here?"

You perched on the edge of a couch. At first the prowler kept his eyes on you, but eventually he curled up into a ball and rested his head on his tail. Though he was evidently getting ready for a nap, he glanced at you or wiggled his tail whenever you made a sound.

You wanted to keep his attention, so you were clicking your tongue and humming. The prowler seemed to like it. He even was reacting to kitty-kitty.

With his eyes closed, he was barely noticeable in the shadows of the room. He had no fur nor skin like other animals. Curious about how he would feel under your palm, you reached out to stroke him.

"If I were you, I wouldn't-"

You yanked your head up towards the source of the sound, seeing Fade. She was sitting on the windowsill, her back against the wall.

The prowler suddenly snapped. Maybe if you hadn't been distracted, you'd have taken your hand in time.

"Ah, shit," you hissed, withdrawing your arm and inspecting it. Your palm had two pairs of prowler's tooth marks. The creature snorted and slid off the table.

So much for the new pet friend.

"-touch him." Fade finished. "My bad, should've warned you earlier. He's not friendly with strangers. Just give him some time."

"No, it's fine. It's just a little bite. I'm gonna be okay," you reassured, shaking your head. "It's three am, why are you awake at this hour?"

Fade shrugged her shoulders.

"Not tired," she answered shortly. There was silence after that and, well, it was awkward so you excused yourself and left.

Everything in small steps; if the prowler needed time, so probably did its owner.

. •°• .

Sometimes you would deliberately set your alarm clock for something between midnight and four in the morning in order to go to the kitchen under the pretense of getting a drink of water. The odds of meeting Fade were about fifty percent.

At first, she kept her distance and limited herself to answering your questions; over time, instead of moving away when you sat next to her, it was her who would willingly sit next to you.

She would ask questions. Sometimes deeper ones, sometimes silly ones. And well, it was the middle of the night, when people are the most open.

You were telling her whatever came to your mind, and she would enjoy listening to you.

More and more often she would also share something about herself, although usually it was not any important information. You didn't mind that; you were happy to see her opening up to you.

The prowler would let you stroke it for a while and would even jump on your lap sometimes, but it would run away after a few minutes. He didn't like sleeping on you.

"That's the way he is," Fade had once said. "I doubt he'll get any closer to you than he is now."

. •°• .

One night Fade was more tired than usual. She was sipping her coffee, fighting sleep as she listened to you talk about your last dream.

"What's the best dream you've ever had?" you asked. She genuinely thought about it but wasn't able to give you an answer.

"No idea. I haven't had a pleasant dream for ages. Only nightmares," she explained. "I see people I have lost. I see losing them, them being tortured, them hurting. The nightmares are blaming me for every bad thing that happened in my life. I used to be sure that it's not true, that it wasn't only my fault but... I'm not so sure anymore."

Oh.

You covered her palm with yours and squeezed it, trying to comfort her a bit. She flinched, but didn't withdraw her hand.

"I'm sorry you have to go through this," you said quietly. She shook her head.

"I knew what I was signing myself for when I took my powers. Abilities for sanity and comfort," she chuckled grimly. "It's been worse, though. I've been able to sleep in recently."

She sighed and rested her head against the back of the couch. Her eyes we're closed.

"The nightmares aren't as severe as usual. Maybe it's because of you." Fade smiled slightly. "Maybe you're calming me down. At least that's what you do to my prowler."

. •°• .

Fade rarely let her guard down.

Opening up meant being vulnerable. It meant revealing information that could be used against her. But most importantly, it meant getting attached.

With you, however, she relaxed easily. That's why it was so effortless for her to say too much and cringe about it the following day.

The first time realised she said too much for her liking, she avoided you for the next few days. This made you worry; did you do something wrong? At first you endured those quiet days but eventually anxiety took over and you found yourself on the doorstep of Fade's room.

You knocked gently on the door while playing with your fingers. You could see that she was stressed too, when she opened the door.

"Uh, hello," you said awkwardly.

"Hi." She let you in, pointing to your bed, and you both sat on its edge.

You didn't know where to start, but Fade spoke up.

"Look, I want to apologize for the way I've been behaving. It's just..." she began, clearly avoiding your gaze and being tense overall. She laughed nervously. "God, I'm pathetic."

"You're not," you replied immediately. "If you don't want to talk about it, it's okay. I only want to know if I did something that made you back away. Are you... tired of me?"

"No!" she said vehemently. She paused for a second, as if surprised by her own response, then cleared her throat and continued calmer. "No, please don't think like that. You did everything right, the problem's in my head."

You nodded. You understood what she meant.

""Okay, that's all I needed. You don't have to say how you feel if you're not ready. I don't want to pressure you," you reassured her.

Fade didn't look convinced.

“Communication is the basis for everything. It sucks a bit if I can't tell you directly what the problem is," she mumbled bitterly.

"You're right," you couldn't disagree. "But the fact that you're aware of it is half the battle. You're trying to communicate, and that's enough for now. Don't force anything."

"Thank you. And again, I'm sorry."

Fade slowly lifted her head, finally looking at you. Some of the stress left both you and her, and only now you noticed how exhausted she was.

You got out of bed, planning to give her a chance to go to sleep, but she grabbed your hand.

"Wait- can you... stay here for a while?" she asked quietly. "Only if it's okay with you, of course."

You complied and sat on the edge of the bed again. Fade seemed a little hesitant, as if she herself had no idea what was she doing.

"I don't know. Just talk to me, like you always do. I missed it."

You told her some stories from your chikdhood. Sometimes she chuckled or nodded to encourage you to continue.

The prowler that hid when you entered the room slowly crept closer and closer to you and at some point you interrupted the story to try to gain his favor. Eventually he rubbed against your leg, and when you reached out to him - you don't touch him, you just bring your hand closer - he swiped you with his cheek.

Of his own free will he climbed onto your lap and sat on them and you wanted to show that miracle to Fade but you realized she was sleeping.

"Psst," you whispered to the prowler. "On a scale of one to ten, how awkward that conversation was?"

He only snorted.

You were planning to leave her room the moment she fell asleep but now, with the prowler on your lap... you didn't have the heart to leave it, so you moved to the armchair in the corner of Fade's room and fell asleep with the prowler on your lap.

. •°• .

Fade had more of those vulnerable moments during which she would distance herself from you for a few days, but eventually would come back to you on her own when you weren't pushing her. You didn't try to force it out of her shell, being completely fine with the scraps that Fade offered you. You gave her support and distance at the same time.

That's when she started craving more.

She was constantly pushing her barriers. She seeked contact with you, allowed you to enter more and more into her personal space.

As a fully independent person, she preferred to act alone. Even when in a group, she did not always rely on teamwork. She'd rather oversee everything herself instead of relying on the comms of other agents.

Intimacy has been foreign to her for a long time and although she was terrified of showing her weaknesses, letting her guard down even for a while felt so good, even when she didn't really know what to do with herself after it happened.

"Isn't it annoying?" she asked once.

"What is?" you asked back.

"Me. You doing all those things for me when I dont have anything to offer back." she murmured.

"It's not," you answered "because you offer back your time and attention. And I keep telling you stupid things, but you still don't think I'm stupid."

Fade smiled and rolled her eyes.

"And... i feel safe with you." you added hesitantly, hoping you weren't not pushing Fade's boundaries. "You're my safe place."

. •°• .

Over time, you have developed a quite healthy relationship with mutual communication.

Fade hasn't stopped having phases of pushing you away, though. You knew it was her subconscious defense mechanism for letting someone into her life after she had lost so much, and Fade knew that you knew it.

She just couldn't help but feel angry and frustrated with herself for confusing you.

"How the fuck are you still here?" she asked. "I keep pulling you in and pushing you out all the time. Why aren't you tired of that?"

"Because I can see what you're doing," you answered. "You push me away because you're scared of being hurt again. But, Fade, I'm not going to leave you. I'm here for you, okay?"

You reached your hand towards her face, wanting to stroke her cheek with the back of your hand. She grabbed your wrist when you were inches from her skin. She looked between your eyes, you saw a hint of desperation in her gaze as she pleaded:

"Promise it. I keep losing everyone I love, so please promise me you won't leave."

You grabbed her face with both your hands. Caressing her cheeks gently, you smiled softly.

"I promise."

Even though it was her who asked for it, she took a second to process your response. She looked like she didn't believe you, but as soon as you smiled even wider, waiting for her move, something in her snapped.

She cupped your chin and leaned in, placing a single kiss on your lips. But she didn't back down completely, waiting for an answer. As you parted your lips and your body leaned to her, she closed the distance between you, initiating a longer kiss.

Her lips were soft and gentle, as was her touch as she pulled you even closer. You two took your time celebrating this moment of intimacy, enjoying how the other fit perfectly in your arms.

Even when Fade broke the kiss, she didn't pull away immediately. Instead, she kissed your forehead and hugged you.

"You're my safe place, too."

. •°• .

It got only easier after that.

As Fade got more comfortable with you, she took the lead and was initiating all the dates and next steps in your relationship.

You were always there for her when she started to fear losing you, and your support in those moments meant literally everything for her.

She also was there for you whenever you needed her, helping you get through whatever demons you were fighting.

Dealing with nightmares on one's own requires being alone, and that comes with loneliness.

It's a good thing you had each other.

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