#last one is a joke tag but it would be funny if it catches on

[cassqween]

Enjoy shartwolf

#shadowzel #shadowheart #laezel #werewolf shadowheart #wolfheart #shartwolf #last one is a joke tag but it would be funny if it catches on #laelaes feeding her blueberries! its a very serious task #we need the werewolf at full capacity #no other reason

[joonberriess]

LOVIN’ YOU ౨ৎ ‧₊˚

TAGS — unprotected sex, nasty sex, late valentines gift, rough sex, romantic(?), daddy kink, dirty talk, breeding kink, possessive!jk, baby no. 2 might have been made here, spoiler: it was, jk is meannnnn, heavy dom-sub vibes, edging, fingering, oc loves being degraded for being a whore for jk, it gets super soft, love making, oc is a bratty sub in this one, heavy degradation, slut shaming(?), oc wants to CUCK jk as a joke but he gets his lick back on her lmao, PET NAMESSS, this is a spin-off from the main series of flawless!

WORD COUNT — 3.5 k

“Happy anniversary love.” Jungkook sleepily mumbles as he passes by. He leans over to land a kiss on your forehead, his hand slips from the back of your waist and over your hip settling with a gentle squeeze.

You tilt your head and rest it against his bicep while brushing your teeth. We look good, you think while admiring Jungkook’s bare form. He had decided to forgo a sleeping shirt last night and chose only his slutty silk pajamas you had both bought together on a whim. You were wrapped up in a baby pink robe with a pretty little night slip underneath.

“Is Jae awake,” you softly ask while admiring your appearance in the luxurious mirror. Jungkook says something but you’re busy rinsing your mouth out so you don’t catch it, and by the time you come back up he’s brushing his own teeth with a silly little smile on his face.

“What?” You purse your lips, “What’s so funny?” He shakes his head and spits out the paste from his mouth leaving you a bit annoyed at your husband’s antics. “Hmph.”

You lay your head back on his bicep again and lift your phone up to snap a picture of the two of you. “Say cheese,” you softly giggle while zooming in on his face, bursting out into laughter as Jungkook gives you a foamy smile.

You peep the way your diamond ring and wedding band glistens under the sunlight pouring in through the open french doors, Jungkook’s own wedding band shining just as bright too. You wrap your ringed hand around him and snap a few more pictures for later. “Jungkook–you’re making a mess.” You sigh as water droplets hit your thighs from his little mouth rinsing session.

“Sorry.” Jungkook wipes his face down with a towel and nods in approval at something, “All the little old French ladies are gonna be all over me, aren’t you worried someone’s gonna take me away sweetheart?” He tenderly cups your cheeks and squeezes.

This certainly has your brow raising in question, “Aren’t you worried a French man is going to take me away? What if he whisks me off to the Eiffel Tower and proposes to me? Hm?” You play at his game, watching in satisfaction as a twinge of possessiveness and jealousy spark in his dark onyx eyes.

“Take you? Baby over my dead body,” he tugs you in and holds you against him, “wish a motherfucker would..” He grunts under his breath, the tone sends a delicious little shiver down your spine. You swear you have a second heartbeat right now, you just loved when he got like this.

His big greedy hands grab handfuls of your ass through the flimsy little thong you were wearing under your night slip. A tiny gasp slips from your lips as he abruptly smacks both cheeks making you jump just a little. “Bet you don’t like that huh?” You softly smirk. Jungkook grumbles like you already know the answer to that.

He leans down to leave a flurry of kisses all over your neck and shoulder, irritably growling when your robe gets in the way as he tugs the entire thing off. “Just the fuckin’ thought of someone putting their hands on you pisses me off sweetheart—not everyone should have the luxury of being blessed with your soft little cunt and perky ass.” He whispers darkly in your ear.

“You like that? Like hearing how much I love this slutty body? It makes me never wanna let you leave those sheets darling, especially with how good you looked for me on the bed last night.” Jungkook wraps his lips around a hickey he left last night, immediately he starts sucking on it with the intention of making it darker.

You mewl softly at his words and bite your lip, “You know I don’t want anyone else,” you flutter your lashes coyly, “ ‘s the only cock I’ll ever need daddy, no one can fuck me like you do,” you lean up to whisper low and sultry in his ear, “so show them who I belong to.”

Jungkook groans at your seductive tone and hauls you up by the back of your thighs, “Ain’t I just the luckiest bastard sweetheart? What’d I do to deserve such a pretty little thing like you?” He muses while untying the bow holding your robe together.

Your robe falls apart, unveiling your tits as if they were a piece of artwork for Jungkook’s hungry eyes to feast on. He licks his lips darkly, eyes briefly flickering up to stare into your own. “Please daddy.” You softly say while spreading your legs wider, hooking your ankles together behind his strong muscular back, tugging him closer to you.

“Why should I? Thought your little french boy’s can do it better than me?” He huskily whispers, hot breath hovering over your pebbled nipple, “Will he fuck you the way I do? Have you screaming and shaking? More importantly sweetheart,” he whispers low, “will he be able to satisfy you the way I can?” He engulfs your nipple in his mouth.

You bite your lip and lean your head back while running your fingers through his hair. “I don’t know, will he?” You breathily whisper, breath hitched when Jungkook uses a hint of teeth on your sore teat. “Maybe he can, I’ll even put on a show for you daddy—so you can see how pretty I look taking someone else’s cock.”

Jungkook’s grip tightens to the point that the pressure has you squirming, “What’s the matter daddy? Thought you wanted to see how pretty I look hanging off a cock.”

“Fuckin’ minx,” he growls pulling away from your wet nipple, “that what you want? You gonna let your daddy watch someone else stuff their dick into that whore-ish cunt of yours? Is that it sweetheart? Baby wants to be a whore?” He lands a punishing smack against your ass cheek, causing it to echo loudly in the otherwise quiet bathroom.

You arch your back and whine, “For you,” you mewl softly, “only you daddy.” You finally gave in because the tension was rising and it was proving too much to handle. Jungkook didn’t give a fuck, he could play it that game—far worse too.

“Now it’s only me huh? Where’d my little whore go hm? The one who wanted to put on a show for her daddy?” He cups your chin and squeezes your cheeks together, “Hm?”

You whine again but he doesn’t let up on your suffering, “Not so bold now, huh sweetheart? Cat got your tongue baby?” He leans in, mocking your little whines in his own husky voice which immediately has you slicking up. “Why the pout?” He smirks like he isn’t the one responsible for this sweet torture.

“Because..”

“Because,” he mocks with a pout while squeezing your chin and such, waiting for a coherent answer. “Haven’t even fucked you yet and you’re a mess.”

You bite your lip at his mean tone and arch into his touch, desperately wiggling and bucking your hips just to feel— you’ll take anything at this point. Jungkook stops you with his hand and holds you still, “Look at you, humping me like a little bitch in heat.” He cruelly chuckles.

“Jungkook,” you softly sob, they’re not real tears anyways but still it’s not fair that he’s not giving you the fucking you deserve. At least a good dick sucking session would suffice but you can’t even have that. ;(

“Say it,” he reaches down to cup you through your thong, “say you’re mine sweet girl,” he purrs.

Your lips part in a small ‘o’ as his fingers breach your soaked thong, he dips them in teasingly with his fingertips brushing against your poor clit. “ ‘m yours, only yours.” You whimper softly, “Please..? Want your fingers daddy,” you wiggle around again.

Your devious husband doesn’t even warn you before he’s plunging his fingers into your sopping cunt. A breathless cry escapes and you toss your head back from the sudden burst of hot pleasure in your loins, “Mm..!”

Jungkook doesn’t even let you compose yourself before he’s curling his ring and index finger up to brush against your g-spot. He has no problem really, he knows your little cunt like the back of his hand, he’ll have you dripping in no time. “Like this? Or like this?” He suddenly stops and shifts away from your sensitive spot.

While it felt heavenly, nothing compared to Jungkook finger-fucking you into oblivion while hitting your g-spot over and over again. You find yourself panting hotly while scrambling to get a grip on his arm, “Yes..! Like that, please,” you softly cry out. You desperately roll your hips up, your pussy greedily swallowing up every inch of those thick fingers of his.

“That feel good?” He coos while tilting your face with his free hand, “Look at me sweetheart, I wanna watch you fall apart on my fingers for me like a good girl.”

You whimper when he says “good girl” it has your stomach fluttering all over again as you arch into his touch. He switches up his pace and fucks his fingers in deeper and deeper until he’s knuckle-deep inside that sopping cunt. Endless copious amounts of slick dribble down your pussy to your ass, making a real mess on that white marble counter..

“J-Jungkook..!” You breath out while digging your nails into his wrist, the pleasure was beginning to rise higher and higher, only making that little knot in your stomach tighten with each stroke.

Your husband doesn’t seem to mind you falling apart like that, in fact he speeds his pace up and rapidly fucks his fingers into your cunt. You’re literally letting out dribbles of squirt each time he fucks them back in, the pressure in your lower belly and the air around you turns hot. You find yourself shaking under his rough ministrations.

“C-Coming,” you gasp loudly, feeling as if the wind had been knocked out of you.

Right as your pussy reaches that sweet abyss, Jungkook suddenly yanks his fingers out leaving your pussy gaping around nothing. You sob in frustration and let your head hit the mirror with a dull thud, “ ‘s not fair!”

Jungkook wipes his digits over your pussy before holding them up to your lips, “Suck.” He leaves no room for argument as you obediently take his fingers into your mouth and lick them clean. He watches with a dark expression, “Good girl, that’s enough. Next time you wanna play like that make sure you can handle the heat sweetheart. Cute.” He smirks evilly as he pats your cheek and heads out of the bathroom.

You bite back a groan of frustration, the edging is so going to be worth it in the long run though.. You lick your lips and hop off the counter on shaky legs, your orgasm may have been ruined but you still had a few things in your head that you wanted to try out on your dear husband.

+

“What’s wrong my love?” Jungkook asks from behind you as he gently massages your aching feet, “Is it the heels? You should’ve taken my shoes baby.” He softly mumbles.

It was nighttime by now and after a whole day of shopping and sight-seeing you were honestly ready to just hit the hay. Everytime he applied pressure on your sore tired feet, you couldn’t help the pained moan you’d let out. You were currently lying face down on the bed with your feet kicked back on Jungkook’s lap, just enjoying that foot rub.

“I’m okay, I was having too much fun to notice.” You softly reply while tilting your head to look back at him, “.. Jungkookie, I kind of had something on my mind—well it’s been in there for a good while now.” You softly admit.

“Okay,” he softly replies, ready and attentive.

You fully turn around and crawl over to sit on his lap, “What if we have another baby?” You toy with his necklace and pout, “It’s just that… Jae’s getting older and the house feels a little lonely now that he hangs out with friends and stuff..”

“So my sweetheart wants a baby?” He says with a soft look in his eye.

You timidly nod and wrap your arms around his neck, “Think about it, another mini-us running around the house like Jae used to,” you chuckle, “you remember when he was a devious devil…always getting into your office even though I told him not to,” you say fondly.

He chuckles endearingly, “Of course I remember baby, those were the best years of my life—raising him and coming home to you.”

“Soooo, that’s why I think it’d be a great idea to have another baby!” You giggle happily while smooching over his lips, “Cos you’re not gettin’ any younger, old man.” You stick your tongue out teasingly.

Jungkook throws his head back with a laugh, “You’ve been hanging out with Jae too much, but no, unfortunately you’re stuck with this old man.” He snorts despite not really being THAT old like his own son made him out to be.

“You’re MY old man though,” you kiss his nose gently, “and I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You cheekily grin.

He brings you in for a tender kiss, laying gentle pecks over your lips until you’re whining for him to stop. “I love you sweetheart.” He murmurs softly while stroking your hair, “I’m glad you decided to stick around, don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“I mean, did I really have a CHOICE?” You roll your eyes with a smile, “I’m kidding love, you know I would do it all over again for you. Nothing in the world could ever change that.” You softly say and bring him closer.

Jungkook doesn’t protest when your lips meet, he wraps his arms around your back as his eyes slip shut. The kiss itself feels magical and you can’t help but wrap your arms tighter around him in a loving embrace. You break from the kiss to catch your breath, there’s a small string of saliva that connects your lips.

“C’mere.” Jungkook mumbles and brings you back in for another sweet kiss. He slowly falls back onto the bed and brings you with him, never parting from the messy spit-slick kiss.

You and Jungkook don’t last long just kissing because you find yourself tugging on his clothes and helping him strip vice-versa. The two of you find yourselves under the warm silky sheets, and a rose-scented aroma that fills the entire room after Jungkook decides to light the candle on a whim.

The sheer intimacy of it all, you’re not in a rush this time—this time is something meaningful. You can’t really find it in yourself to come out of that little romantic bubble right now, everything just wants to make you cry. It literally makes your heart hurt over how sweet and loving Jungkook is…what did you do to deserve him?

“Hi.” You softly say when Jungkook and you come face to face after kissing for what seemed like hours.

“Hi beautiful.” He nuzzles your nose gently and presses his forehead against yours.

You blush shyly and look away, “Yah, just shut up and give me my baby already.. All that talk and no action,” you giggle, “pussy isn’t gonna breed itself.” Jungkook’s mouth drops open at what you say and it sends you reeling into explosive laughter.

“Where did my sweetheart go huh? ‘S like a little devil just popped in to say hi,” he recovers from the initial shock with a low chuckle, “you’re gonna send me to an early grave.” He groans.

You lean down to whisper in his ear, “C’mon, I know you wanna fuck me till I catch—till I’m full and round with our baby again.” You purr cupping his jawline, “Turns you on doesn’t it? Knowing damn well that’s your baby you put in me.”

He swallows harshly and nods, “Love it sweetheart, I’ll die a happy man knowing that I got to put my kids in you before any other bastard could.” He growls.

“Then get to it,” you softly coo, “or I’ll find someone else to do the job for you.”

That turns him on like a switch, he flips the two of you over and pins your arms above your head with a dark look. “Yeah? Guess I gotta show you what you’d be missing then baby,” he takes a hold of his cock and slaps the wet tip over your pussy, “gonna make sure you’re filled by the end of the night.”

You moan softly at his words and spread your legs wider, “I want it—every last drop of it daddy, want you to breed me.” You pout softly while pursing your lips for a kiss.

He kisses you like a princess but fucks you like a whore, which is what you LOVED about him. You reach down to stroke his hard cock, running your thumb over the leaky tip and over every vein on his shaft. He looks like he’s in bliss as he bites his bottom lip and watches you with hooded eyes.

“Want it in me,” you softly say while rubbing his cock through your soft squishy folds, “can I please?”

“Fuck—anything you want babydoll.”

You give him the most precious smile ever and then push his cock towards your greedy hole. You easily take the head with ease as it pops in slowly. The two of you hiss low at the pressure as Jungkook slips inch after inch into your pussy.

“More, please,” you breathlessly sigh while laying your head back on the soft pillow.

Jungkook doesn’t even think he has the strength to say no to begin with. He holds himself up over you while slowly bumping his hips into yours. His cock is utterly drenched with your slick, the slide is messy and loud whenever he bottoms out.

“Fuck,” he hisses and drops down to his elbows as he cages you in, “you feel so fucking good sweetheart.”

His balls are pressed snug, showing you that he really is taking this breeding thing seriously—more than ever now because you both have a mutual goal in mind. “It’s okay daddy,” you softly say, “I can take it.”

Jungkook pauses to look at you, damn near cursing when he sees that expression you got on your face. He hooks your thighs over his arms and folds you into a mating press with your hips tilted up, “There you go sweetheart, jus’ relax ‘n take it for me sweetheart.”

He whispers more praises under his breath while rocking into you gently. His pace doesn’t seem to stay the same because gradually he begins speeding up. Much like yesterday he really lets hell rain on your poor cunt.

You whimper and cry out while holding on with your toes curled from the pleasure. He doesn’t even bother with teasing or anything because he hits that sweet spot inside of you relentlessly. Each time he drives his cock in there’s a lewd wet smack, and the noises only get louder from there.

“T-There..! Don’t stop, please,” you whimper and grit your teeth, “feels so good..”

Jungkook huffs quietly and leans down to kiss over your bruised neck, “Yeah baby? You gonna let me fill that pussy up till you’re dripping? Gonna let me use it till I’m done?”

“Yes!” You gasp, “Anything for you,”

“For me?” He coos as he cups your chin and tilts your face to him, “Cute.” He smirks softly and continues fucking into you relentlessly.

The smacking sounds get louder and the bed creaks from force. You quite literally are seeing stars as he rocks your entire world, you can’t even form a coherent sentence let alone see through your starry vision.

“Jungkook..!” You whimper through your moans, “ ‘m gonna cum, please,” you sob as the tension begins rising, “can I, please daddy?” You whine out while gritting your teeth.

He stops to let your legs fall from his grip as he changes the pace and grabs onto your soft hips. He uses it as leverage to fuck into your cunt with repeated wet smacks. “Go on,” he grunts, “cum for me.” He spits between the two of you, right where your pussy opens up beautifully for him as he slides his thumb over your slippery clit.

Your mouth falls open when he rubs side to side in tandem with his thrusts. Your back arches and the air gets knocked out of you as you cum with intense waves of pleasure. “Jungkook,” you mewl desperately while pawing at him.

He doesn’t stop rubbing your clit until you go silent and your weak hands push at his wrist again. He growls low and rubs the sensitive bud faster until you’re drenching his lap and the sheets slick. His eyes briefly flicker up to see that you’re in bliss right now.

You feel the telltale signs of his orgasm as his cock throbs painfully inside of you. It only takes a few more pumps until Jungkook’s pressing his hips tight against you and milking every drop of his cum. His ragged moans and breathing have you getting wet all over again.

“Mm..” You tiredly let your hands flop on the bed, “I’m so sleepy..” You softly say.

Jungkook quietly grunts, “Just rest, I got you.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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[beejunos]

SPEAK TO ME | Alastor x f.reader

Summary: Alastors voice turns you on. Something he loves to take advantage of.

FULL STORY!

Here we have it! The full story! 5k of pure smut. Enjoy darlings! Tags: Dom!Alastor, masturbation, oral, light bondage, fingering, dirty talk

Attraction was a funny thing. It could never be explained, and often, it just appeared one day. Attraction could hit you like a train in the dead of night, but sometimes, it would follow you like a shadow. Whispering sweet words in your ear without making itself too known, not until it was too late, and you realised that you had stayed awake for two hours when you should have been asleep instead of thinking about what someone's hands would feel like on your skin. 

Attraction was an annoyance, but lust, its evil twin, was irrational, unpredictable, and, worst of all, it made you stupid. 

So incredibly dumb.

The lust had crept up on you like a thief in the night. Stealing your rational mind and sanity, leaving only the body to fend off the raging attraction that wanted to sink its teeth into your tender flesh. 

Having a crush on the radio demon was a poor choice and a painful one.

It began weeks ago when you first arrived at the crumbling hotel. 

Hazbin Hotel, with its rehabilitation program, had been your last resort after your landlord, who really deserved to be in Hell, kicked you out of your apartment. 

You had been tired of fending for yourself, trying to work, feed yourself and find an apartment with a landlord who wasn't a humongous creep. It seemed to be an impossible task in Hell. It wasn't until you heard one of your coworkers talk about the interview on the news with the princess of Hell that you found out about her little redemption project.

The Hazbin Hotel appeared like a lighthouse on the horizon for you, and the prospect of a warm meal and a soft bed was too enticing to pass on.

Charlie had, of course, taken you in straight away and for the first time in days, you felt like you could finally catch your breath. 

The bath you took that evening in your own bathroom, connected to your own bedroom, was heavenly. Almost sinful with how much pleasure you took from it. 

The next day had been quite overwhelming to you, to say the least. Thrown into the middle of trust exercises with people whom you had known less than 24 hours, where you had, in the span of two hours, visited a bondage club and escaped a turf war that Vaggie had thrown you into. If that was how she had learned to trust others, then maybe you weren't cut out for redemption. 

While the other hotel residents turned out to be a wonderful company, one, in particular, made your little sinner's heart skip a beat. 

Alastor, the infamous radio demon. 

He had ... not been what you had expected. 

From all the tales you'd heard of him, you expected a grotesque monster who murdered anyone who would just look at him funny. But he couldn't have been further from the image you had created of him from all the rumours. 

First of all, he was beautiful. His soft red eyes were so hypnotising that you feared you would drown in them, with a smile showing rows of sharp teeth. One thing was for sure: Hell would contort any morals and virtues you may have had, and if you had liked the idea of lovers biting your skin during intercourse before, it was now a raving obsession. An obsession that would fule you nightly fantasies for weeks and weeks. 

Sometimes, that was the only thing you could think about, his sharp teeth grazing your neck or nibbling your ear. 

Alastor was also very charming in his own way. A gentleman by hellish standards. Whenever you were going somewhere in the same direction, he would always hold up doors for you or pull out the chair for you during dinner time. Something you were highly unused to, and it had taken a long time for you not to blush whenever he did it. 

Whilst his jokes were lame at best, the conversations you would have late at night by the fireplace were your favourite time of the day. Because you loved his voice. You really loved his voice. 

There was something so bewitching with that transatlantic accent and that strange buzzing overlay to how he spoke. It made it sound like he was far away when he was, in fact, right in front of you, and the gentle buzzing had made you tremble more times than you could count.

Something that you suspected that Alastor had caught on to with how often he would appear behind you, only to put his head right beside yours and say the most innocent things that would make you react in the most sinful ways.

The day he had started to call you 'my dear' had been a day you would never forget, for you had laid awake all night imagining him whispering those exact words in your ear as you brought yourself to climax. Again, again, and again. 

You had had a tough time the day after looking him in the eyes without thinking of all the times you had desperately whispered his name into your pillow with your fingers between your legs.

"What's this?" you asked, surprised as you sat down to eat breakfast. On the table sat a red present with a big black bow right in front of the seat you always occupied. You could recognise Rosies' gift rapping technique anywhere.

"It is a gift, my dear. Open it," answered Alastor and sat down to your right at the end of the table.

You and Alastor were always the two residents in the hotel who were awake first: You because you wanted to spend as much time as possible with the strange but charming sinner. Unfortunately, he had the habit of disappearing during the day, so you only ever had the morning and the night to talk uninterrupted with him. You also suspected that Alastor barely slept because, after your evening chats, when you went to bed, Alastor would go up to his radio tower to host his show, and you had no idea when he would end them.

You opened the gift slowly as if savouring it, trying not to get too excited about having gotten a gift from Alastor when, in reality, you just wanted to rip it open.

Inside the box was a beautiful antique radio in pristine condition. The dark wooded exterior was smooth and shiny as if someone had just polished it, and it made you almost not want to touch it in case you left fingerprints on it.

You looked up at Alastor, whose smile seemed to grow as he looked at you.

"I remember you telling me that you had never had the pleasure of hearing my radio show, and now you can listen to it whenever you want!"

At times like these, you wondered if Alastor knew of your slightly obsessive crush on him. He struck you as a man who liked to play with his food.

The radio turned out to be a great gift that you used almost religiously. Every evening, when you were preparing to go to bed, you would turn on the radio and listen to Alastor's radio show. You would have the radio on softly in the background as you walked around your room doing your nightly routine. Sometimes, you would even invent stuff for you to do so you could stay up longer just so you could listen to his voice.

It was almost like he was in the room with you, talking just to you about anything he found interesting. On the odd occasion, Alastor would incorporate a passive-aggressive threat into the show for some poor sinner getting in his way, but that never scared you. In fact, you looked forward to those instances.

Alastors' voice would drop and get darker, reminding everyone who listened that he was still dangerous—a predator waiting to strike.

A wolf in sheep's clothing, and what a stupid sheep you were. Yearning for the wolf bite.

Halfway through your night routine, you turned on your radio at a soft, pleasant volume, and Alastor's smooth voice filled the otherwise silent room. 

"Salutations, friends and hellish residents! Tonight, we have a splendid assortment of the latest news and the best Hell has to offer in jazz, but before we chitchat about our dear city's hellish affairs, here is the newest music from Miss Jezebel and The Wicked Six!" 

Slow and sultry jazz music started to play on the radio. The woman who sang had a deep, smoky quality that was inherently sexy to you. There was just something about women who sang with deep voices that made your hips sway from side to side, effortlessly dancing across your room as you started to strip, pretending there was someone there who enjoyed the show you put on. 

You turned off all the lights except the small lamp by your bed and crawled under the thick blanket. Leaving the radio on as you made yourself comfortable, hugging one of your pillows close to you. 

The song ended, and Alastor came back. This time, he started talking about the news. Since the news sometimes made you too sad to sleep, you never really listened to what he was saying; you only listened to his voice—his tone, the cadence of his speech, and his transatlantic accent. 

You let his voice wash over you like a soothing balm to your aching body, but soon, you felt the familiar tingles run up your back. Warmth pooled low within you as you shifted in your bed, lying on your back. The desire to touch and be touched grew in you, to move, to grind, to satisfy the urge for sex. 

Closing your eyes and letting your hands wander over your body, you start by slowly dragging your fingertips over your sensitive throat, making sure that your light fingertips touch all the places that made you weak. 

Your hands travel from your throat down to your chest. Palming your breasts in your hands, you drag your nails over your sensitive nipples. Pinshin, pulling and rolling them between your fingers till they are warm and hard. 

Your senses sharpen as you start to feel more intensely, but your mind goes hazy, making it hard to think clearly. Alastors voice is but background noise now that edges you on.

One hand stays on your breast as the other journeys down, down, down and under your underwear. 

You slowly drag your finger between your lips, coating your finger in your wetness as you slowly pull it towards your clit. A breathless gasp is pulled from your mouth the first time your finger comes in contact with your sensitive clit. Slowly and with the lightest touch, you start to circle the organ, and what feels like electricity builds in your loins.

You can't help but move in your bed, legs bending and toes curling as you give yourself the pleasure that you wished Alastor would provide you. Your hand that previously played with your breast joined your other hand, and you let out a not-so-subtle moan as you pushed two fingers into you. Desperately, you curl your fingers inside you to increase the pleasure. 

You want it. You need it. Your toes curl almost painfully as Alastors name falls from your lips like a prayer. 

You're so close. So close you can see stars behind your eyes. You breathlessly chase that sweet release. Building, and building, and building. Your legs are shaking as you bite your lips. Hips lift from the mattress as you fight the urge to close your legs.

You are so, so close.

"What are you doing, my dear?" 

Cold dread crashes through your body as you rip your hands away from your body. You frantically look all over your room in the shadows. Looking for that all-knowing smile and calculating red eyes. 

His voice had been so close and clear that he had to be in your room. It had felt like he had spoken to you right beside your ear. But you were alone. No one was in your room but you. 

"Such a naughty little creature you are, my dear. So desperate to be touched." 

Goosebumps travel up your back as you slowly turn in the direction you hear his voice. On your nightstand is the radio that Alastor gave you. It is still on, but the yellow light of the display has turned red. 

Towering over you in your bed, you almost feel like he is watching you. Observing you as you lay naked before him. Your blankets were by the end of the bed as you had kicked them off a long time ago. 

"Can't even listen to me talking without having to touch yourself. My oh my, what will I ever do with such a bad little doe, hm?" 

Shaking all over, you lunged for the radio's electrical cord and jerked it out of the outlet. The radio fell silent as you collapsed in your bed. Spent, but not satisfied. However, you soon start to tremble all over again over the fact that Alastor had listened to you pleasuring yourself, and he seemed to like it.

You would be lying if you said you had a good night's sleep after that fateful evening—or if you said you had slept at all.

You had stayed up all night replaying the previous night's events, unable to comprehend what you had been through. Had it really happened? Had Alastor really listened to you masturbate while you were moaning his name? It had almost felt like a fever dream had you not stared at the pulled-out electrical cord for the radio all morning.

The clock on your dresser kept ticking as you sat in your black dressing gown on your bed. The time was about to turn nine, and you had not stepped a foot outside of your bedroom, too scared to face the man after your night. You knew you had to leave your bedroom sooner or later, but you were waiting until you were sure that Alastor would have gone for the day to do whatever he usually did during the day. As soon as you were sure that you would not encounter him in the hallway, you would sneak out of your bedroom and go down to the kitchen to steal all the snacks you needed to survive the day cupped out in your own room, like the coward you intended to be. 

It was one thing to fantasise about Alastor naked, but it was a completely different thing to now face the possibility that maybe he would like to see you naked, too. 

Three knocks were heard from your door out of nowhere before Alastor slammed the door open and stepped in with a silver tray full of food in his band. You let out a small yelp before climbing further up into the bed to get away from the other sinner, who waltzed into your room as if he owned the place.

"My dear, what are you doing in bed at this hour? Don't you know that you've missed breakfast?" Alastor's voice was laced with a hint of amusement as if he found your predicament delightful. He walked over to the little table and armchair you had in front of the unused fireplace on the opposite wall to the bed and sat down the tray on the table before conjuring a matching armchair out of thin air. He sat down as if nothing was out of the ordinary and leaned his cane against the armrest as soft jazz music began playing.

As you sat on your bed, feeling increasingly uncomfortable in your underdressed state, you watched in disbelief as Alastor, seemingly unperturbed by your unease, crossed his legs and settled into your room. His casual demeanour, coupled with his humming along to the music, only served to deepen your sense of bewilderment, and you were sure that you were hallucinating. 

You must have eaten something terrible yesterday, and maybe everything you thought happened last night and now was all in your head. 

"Are you going to eat or not? Your food is getting cold, my dear." 

The look Alastor gave you from the corner of his eye told you that it was in your best interest to sit in the armchair in front of him and eat. 

You slowly left the safety of your bed and walked over to Alastor. However, the steps you took on the way were tiny, considering that your dressing gown ended in the middle of your thighs, and you didn't want to flash him accidentally. Not caring about the look you got from Alastor, you shuffled your feet across the room and sat down in the armchair, struggling as you continued to keep your legs as close together as possible. 

With shaking hands, you took the small coffee cup and were about to put it to your lips for a sip when Alastor spoke up again:

"Aren't you forgetting something, my dear?" 

The look he was giving you made shivers travel up and down your spine. Shivers dipped in fear with a hint of excitement. He had never looked at you so intensely before. 

"Thank you for bringing me breakfast," you whispered hoarsely. 

"Good girl." You almost choked on your coffee, "And you're welcome." 

You had a tough time looking into his eyes after that comment as your cheeks grew warmer and warmer. 

Without warning, Alastor began to talk about everything that needed to be done that day. Apparently, Niffty had found a cockroach infestation in the basement, and Charlie had decided they would use chemicals instead of Niffty's needle, which she liked stabbing them with. 

Alastor kept talking on and on about work and the hotel as you ate. On the outside, you kept calm as you finished the last of your breakfast, but on the inside, you wondered if he would mention what had happened yesterday. Had it even happened? 

Maybe it hadn't, and your obsessive crush had finally broken you. 

"Ah, I see that you have finished your breakfast! Well, I best be on my way!" With a snap of his finger, Alastor made the breakfast tray disappear into a red cloud. He did, however, leave the extra chair he had conjured up. 

"Could you be a doll and tell Vaggie that I'll need the documents later today and that she can leave them in the bar? I need to head out today, and I don't think I'll be back until this evening," said Alastor as he stood up, brushing invisible dust off his impeccable suit. 

"Uhm, sure. I'll do that. Just close the door when you leave, please," you answered as you looked as Alastor made way for the hallway door. He waved absentmindedly over his shoulder in affirmation of your request.

A small part of you were disappointed that this little breakfast meeting had turned out the way it had, no matter how confounding it had been. If only you could have gotten a hint from Alastor about what he was thinking and why he frankly was there.  

Maybe he had just brought you breakfast from the goodness of his heart? Or he had just missed your company that morning since you usually only got to talk uninterrupted in the morning.

You turned around to walk to the bathroom as he left your room. Letting your shoulder slump in disappointment, you wondered what you would do that day. You remembered that Charlie had mentioned that it would be nice if the hotel's garden were more well-kept but that she couldn't hire a gardener just yet. 

That could be the thing you did today. Find some gardening tools and surprise Charlie by pulling out all the weeds in the flowerbeds. 

Oh, what a joy, you thought sarcastically as you started to open the bathroom door. However, it slammed close hard in front of you as a hand shot forward and a hard chest pressed into your back. 

All around you began shadows to dance as if they were made of mist, and the air got charged with a static you were all too familiar with. The shivers came back, but your whole body shivered this time as his other hand gripped your hip, pressing you closer to him, but the only thing you could focus on was his breath fanning over your ear as he whispered:

"I will be back at eleven tonight, and when I get back, I will find you in your bed, naked, waiting on me. You are not allowed to touch yourself, and don't try to defy me, my dear, for I will know if you do." 

In a heartbeat, Alastor was gone, and your body instantly felt colder. Shaking all over, your knees finally gave away under you, and you collapsed in front of your bathroom door. 

Behind you, the radio began to play softly—the same music Alastor had played during breakfast. Looking at the blasted thing, you could see that the radio wasn't plugged in.

The clock was about to strike a quarter to eleven, and you had been a nervous wreck for the past three hours. Time couldn't have gone by slower as you constantly turned to look at the clock hands to see how far they had moved. 

You had tried to distract yourself during the day with the gardening, but you constantly got distracted by all the fantasies you had of what Alastor would do to you. Turned out that it was really hard to work when horny. 

As you looked at the clock again, you re-adjusted in your bed for what felt like the thousandth time. 22:47. 

Ugh, this is taking forever! 

Laying down again, you looked over at the radio on your nightstand. It had been quiet since the morning, but you still waited to hear the tiniest sound from it that would indicate that Alastor was with you. But nothing came. 

You turned on your side to continue staring at the radio as you took one of your pillows and pressed it against you. The air in your room was cold against your skin, yet you ignored your chilled skin, for the mere thought of what would happen tonight warmed you from the inside out. 

The benefit of laying on your side was that you now could feel the slickness between your legs, coating almost all of the insides of your thighs. You knew that Alastor had said that you were not allowed to touch yourself, but he had never specified in what way you could not touch yourself, and if you didn't get some of your release soon, you felt like you would spontaneously ignite.   

Slowly, you started to press your legs together as you rubbed them against each other. Sweet pressure was building up the pleasure within you as you pressed your face into the pillow. Harder and harder, you tried to push your legs together, increasing the pleasure you had longed for all of them. 

Close, you were so close, and the excitement of defying Alastor just heightened the experience. 

You only needed one more push until you would fall over the edge into sweet release, but it never came as something grabbed onto your ankles and roughly pulled your legs apart. 

"I must say, I am really disappointed in you, my dear." 

From the shadows stepped Alastor out and looked down at you from the end of the bed, but what scared you the most was that he was not smiling. 

Looking down at you from heavily hooded eyes, Alastor dragged your body further down the bed, keeping your legs spread out with the help of his shadow tentacles. 

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean it," you pleaded, hoping he would show you mercy, but from the looks of it, you would not be shown any. 

"Don't lie to me. You know very well what you did." With a snap of his finger, the armchair Alastor had conjured earlier that day dragged across the floor and stopped behind him. He sat down and made himself comfortable, looking over at you as he had a full view of between your legs.

"Now, darling, since you didn't listen to me, there will be consequences," said Alastor, crossing his legs and leaning his head in his hand lazily. You pressed up on your elbows to look over at him, and while his body language did not look interested, his eyes were sharp, focusing on your wetness that glistened in the light from the chandelier.

"One, you are not allowed to touch me." 

"What?!" you cried, the fear that you had ruined your only chance with Alastor burning within you like a forest fire. 

"Silence." You instantly shut your mouth as static filled the air and prickled your skin. Alastor's antlers had grown in size. He sighed and continued when he was sure that you would not say one more word.

"As I was saying, you are not allowed to touch me, but I can touch you however I want. If you wish me to stop, you will simply say television. Understod?" 

"Yes."

"Yes, and?" 

"Yes, sir?" You weren't sure what Alastor wanted to hear, but from the smirk that started growing on his lisp, you were sure that you had said the right thing. 

"What a good little doe you are, my dear." Whilst you were sure that was said condescendingly, you could not help the pride that grew in you that he thought you were good for him. A small yelp was pulled from your lips as you felt Alastors tentacles start to massage their way up your legs.

"You seemed to like my voice so much, my dear, that I thought you must love it if I command you as well. Isn't that what you want? For me to tell you exactly what to do to you and how to do it? Wouldn't you like to put on a show for me, darling?" 

Your brain was short-circuiting as you could not get a single word out. The only thing you could do was nod enthusiastically as Alastor's shadow tentacles gently began to play with your lips between your legs without touching your clit.

"Lovely." said Alastor, now giving you his trademark smile, "Why don't you show me how you touched yourself yesterday? I could hear those delicious sounds you made, my dear, and I want to hear them live."

And so, with shaking hands, you began massaging and caressing your body, making sure that you touched every part of your body that made you sing in pleasure. You wanted to put on a show, but you were so eager, so impatient as you played with your body that you could not bear the thought of prolonging this torture. 

You needed to be touched, and you needed it now. 

Dipping your hand between your legs, you could feel Alastors tentacles pull away from your genitals but keep a firm grip on your thighs. The first time you touched your clit was electric, as you made sure to look Alastor deep in the eyes when you did it. A soft moan from you filled the air.

Rolling the tip of your finger lazily against your clit you looked on with great satisfaction as Alastors eyes dropped from your down to your finger between your legs.

"Drag your fingers between your lips, darling, but before you do, circle your opening. Slowly without pushing in," commanded Alastor, and if you weren't delusional, you thought you heard the desperation in his voice, but his face gave nothing away. He readjusted in the chair by uncrossing his legs, giving you a full view of his hard cock in his pants. 

Never had you been filled with the need to fall on your knees and suck someone's cuck as if it was what you were created to do as you did now. You licked your lips and whined loudly as you circled the opening to your vagina with your finger, wishing it was Alastors finger or tongue that did it instead.

After circling for some time, you pulled your finger through your lips up to your clit and began touching your clit again. This time, with additional wetness, you let all the sounds you wished to make leave your mouth as you quickened the speed of your finger. 

"That's it, darling, you are doing so well." Whispered Alastor as he leaned forward in his chair, "When you feel like you're about to cum, remove your finger immediately."

The demand almost made you want to cry, but from the look Alastor was giving you, you did not want to challenge him. Savouring the feeling of your fingers a few seconds more before you removed your fingers from your clit that begged your release. The orgasm that had been at the tip of your fingers slowly fizzled out as you started to calm down. 

You looked at Alastor, who had moved from his chair to sit on the bed by your feet, waiting for his following instructions. 

"What a treasure you are, darling. So willing, so needy."

Alastor lifted his hand and, with the back of his fingers, caressed the inside of your thigh. The touch was so charged that it felt like you could cum from that mere touch alone. As your leg twitched from his touch, Alastor's tentacle tightened around your leg, pulling you closer to him. Your breath got stuck in your throat as you watched Alastor climb onto the bed, sitting on his knees between your legs.

"How long have you dreamt of this? How long have you been mine without me knowing it?" The look in Alastor's eyes grew increasingly intense as he leaned over you, looking down at you with an almost mad look in his red eyes. Out of nowhere, Alastor pushed two fingers inside of you and curled them, making your hips lift from the bed involuntarily at the pleasure. 

"How long, my dear? Answer me," he growled as his antlers grew. You could barely breathe as he continued to curl his finger repeatedly inside you, hitting the spot that made your toes curl. 

"Since... since I first met you!" you cried as your breathing quickened. Above you, Alastor chuckled darkly as he put his free hand on your left thigh. 

"So long. We have much time to catch up to, don't we, dear?" 

You could barely comprehend a single word that left his sinful mouth as you neared the orgasm you desperately wanted. And had you not made the mistake you would have made, you would have cum on Alastors finger. 

In your lustful haze, you placed your hand on Alastors arm, holding your thigh. Instantly, Alastor recoiled from you, and the second orgasms you had almost tipped over were ripped from you. 

"What did I say about not touching me?" 

Two new tentacles came out of nowhere and wrapped around your arms, pulling them above your head. 

As you begged and pleaded for forgiveness, the weight of your desperation was palpable. You implored Alastor not to leave you like this with every fibre of your being. The thought of losing him now was unbearable, and you knew that if he did leave, it would be the end of you.

Your legs shook from the strain of being in the same position for so long. Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill over at any moment. You were overwhelmed with emotion, your heart aching with the fear and uncertainty of what would happen next. The tension in the air was unmistakable, and you held your breath, waiting for Alastor's response.

But he only looked at you from under heavy lids. Slowly, he lifted his hand that had fingered you and licked the wetness that was still on it. 

"If you think I would leave you now, my dear, you are indeed mistaken. You are mine now, and I will do with you as I please." Grabbing both of your legs under your knees, Alastor pulled you towards him before bending you backwards so your toes almost touched the bed beside your hands. He stared deep into your eyes as he put his tongue against you and licked you from your vaginas opening up to your clit. The sound you made had been ungodly and would have been a miracle if no one else in the hotel had heard you. 

Alastor quickly started to suck and lick your clit as your legs began to shake. You could feel the sinner's claws dug into your flesh as he grew increasingly frantic in his administration, acting almost like someone who had just been presented with a glass of water after 12 days in the desert. 

Pressure built up within you for the third time, this time stronger and more intense than the previous ones. Closer and closer, he took you to the edge you wished to fall from. 

Shaking, twisting, and pulling against your restraint, you let Alastors name fall from your lips loudly as you looked at him, giving you pleasure. Blood was dripping down from your thighs where his claws had dug into your skin, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was the sweet release that you begging for. 

"Close, Alastor, I'm so close," the words tumbled out of you in a whisper as you looked on as the man licked your clit with the tip of his tongue. The only thing Alastor did was briefly look up at you as he continued to give you pleasure. 

Closer, closer, and then you fell. 

The orgasm ripped through your body like a tidal wave, making your thighs tremble uncontrollably. Your toes curled almost painfully as you threw your head back in ecstasy.

You had no idea when Alastor had put your legs back down, but suddenly, when you came to it, he was sitting by your head, gently brushing your hair from your sweaty forehead. 

"What a good little doe you were for me, my love." 

Thank you for reading my little story! I hope you like it!

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prompt: IKEA soap/reader fic. PART 2. (read part 1 here) tags: dubcon

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There’s a photo of you taped up on the inside of his locker. 

The glimpse you catch of it is quick. Not like you aren’t meant to see it, but more like Johnny’s so unconcerned with whether you see it or not that he doesn’t bother to make a show of it. Just reaches into his locker to grab his lunch and shuts it while you’re still gaping at the polaroid of someone that looks suspiciously like you in your store uniform. You hear someone clear their throat and you glance up, flinching when you meet Johnny’s eyes.

“Missing me already?” he teases, winking. “I’ll be back on the floor as soon as possible. ‘Promise, hen.”

“It’s not—” 

He’s already out the door and on the way to the lunchroom before you’re able to get the rest of your sentence out. 

Johnny seems to have a sixth sense for when you’re about to spurn his advances. Any other day he would have stuck around to listen to the rest of your sentence, but when he has an inkling that those words will be tinged by the flavour of rejection, he’s quick to book it. You privately have to admit it’s not a terrible strategy. It’s not often that you’re able to get the words out. 

It’s one of those rare shifts where you’re clocking in later than Johnny, missing his lunch break. Small mercies. It doesn’t mean much because your schedules still overlap a significant amount, but it does mean that you won’t be forced to choke down your lunch while Johnny sits opposite you at the lunch table and stares you down the entire half hour. 

“Wait, that was so fucking cute,” someone says from behind you. You turn on your heel to find a coworker staring at Johnny’s locker, properly enchanted by whatever she saw. Practically swooning. 

“What is?”

“Didn’t you see the picture he has of you? In his locker?” She says it with emphasis, giving you a significant look. 

“Yeah…I…don’t you think it’s a bit…like, weird?” you ask her, making sure to keep your voice low in case Johnny is still around the corner. You can’t help the way you glance down the hallway.

She frowns. “It’s cute. He’s like, smitten with you. I’ve never seen him with a crush on anyone before and I’ve worked with him for over a year. I think it’s kind of nice. Do you not like him or something?”

“Well, I just…we aren’t even dating and I think…I think he even has a photo of me as his lock screen—”

“Because if you aren’t interested in him, you should let him down now. It’s not fair of you to just string him along, you know. He’s a really good guy.”

You’re not sure about the whole good guy thing. Johnny acts like a nice guy most of the time, but you’ve had the unfortunate luck in getting to experience the other side of him.

The problem lies in the fact that Johnny is, you think, a genuinely likeable guy to everyone else. It’s not like your coworkers are all collectively wrong in their opinion of him—he really is an excellent coworker. A good sport, a funny guy; he lends a hand whenever someone needs help. He helped Jeff move two weeks ago, drove Daryl to the airport last Saturday, and looked after Sonya’s cat while she was away on vacation that one time. 

It’s with you that his good-time nature evaporates; his lazy, drawled predilection for joking around and indulging himself and others in a good ribbing replaced by a weird, manufactured kindness. Almost sickly sweet. He lays it on so thick around others that they think you experience the same friendship with Johnny that the rest of them get to enjoy. 

Not so.

None of them catch the way he’s always hovering, always staring at you. Eyes half-lidded; bedroom eyes in the middle of your shift, in the middle of the workplace. 

None of your coworkers are around when you’re at the register one day and Johnny takes his break to make a couple purchases, coming to your cash with a basket full of chocolate, wine, condoms, body butter, and batteries. No one except him notices the way you pause at the last item.

“Dinnae ken if your vibrator was rechargeable or not,” he says when you look at him funny, a big grin stretched across his face. Blue eyes gleaming almost feverishly. “Thought I’d be prepared either way.”

You scan his items in silence. When you hand him his bag, you try not to shudder when he purposefully glances his hand over yours. 

Worse are the days when Johnny comes in as a customer, the days when he’s off the schedule. When he shouldn’t even be at the store at all. No one notices the way he pesters you the entire time he’s in the store, insisting on you helping him with his purchases. If a coworker does happen to notice his presence (and how could they not when he’s such a formidable presence in any room, when he almost glows from the energy stockpiled in his body with nowhere else to go), he’ll make polite conversation, just long enough to not seem rude, before shifting his attention back to you. 

His conversation borders on interrogation. He asks you about your childhood and your friends and whether you have a partner or any previous partners. He makes you follow him to the bed section where he tries out all the mattresses and then asks you increasingly inappropriate questions like what mattress you have, what it feels like, how you sleep at night, what you wear to bed. 

When you rebuff him one too many times, he’s not shy about telling you off. 

“Ye just need a good fuck ta sort ye out,” Johnny snarls when you brush off another invite out to lunch one day. It’s not often that he loses his temper with you, so his anger makes your eyes widen, your pulse pick up. During morning shift assignments, he’d corralled your manager into pairing the two of you up on curbside pick-up orders, meaning that you’ve been stuck with him for hours, nowhere else to go. 

“Excuse me?” you say, voice going up a decibel. 

He leans across the front of the cart loaded with flowerpots and gardening tools. “I get it, hen. No one at home ta play with your pussy, huh? No choice but ta come into work all pent up and frustrated—”

“This is in like, the outer Hebrides of ‘none of your business’—”

“—clit’s probably all swollen too. Fuck.” He breathes out heavily through his nose, eyes darkening. “No wonder you’re always pissed off. I’d be too if I dinnae have a little replacement pussy at home.”

“You’re the reason I’m upset in the first place, Johnny.”

“Aw, I ken, bonnie,” he says with a pout, eyebrows slanting down like he really, truly pities you, the gesture immediately contradicted by his next words. “Promise I’ll make it better. Wanna meet outside my truck in a half hour?” 

You storm off before it comes to blows. Not that it’d ever be a fair fight. Johnny would probably hold you away with his palm against your head while you swung at him uselessly. You try not to think of that too often. Of him toying with you. Most of your interactions feel like that these days. Like he’s a big cat holding your tail down when you try to scramble away. 

When you beg your manager to switch shift assignments, the look you get could wilt flowers. It’s not completely your fault, even if your request is a bit inconveniencing. Johnny has your coworkers and management so wrapped around his finger that no one can even hazard a guess as to why you might be uncomfortable around him. 

It’s the only reason you haven’t complained to HR yet. There are channels and protocols for dealing with his behaviour, but watching people practically trip over themselves to please him reminds you that the likeliest outcome would be them transferring you to another store. It just doesn’t seem worth it.

You don’t think about how frazzled his words leave you for the rest of your shift. You don’t think about it because there’s nothing to think about. 

You know from the second that your manager reassigns you to women’s apparel that you’ve probably made a mistake. Customers buzz around you like gnats, like swarms of flies, and it’s only natural that you’d be compelled to swat a few. You hold on to the fraying edges of your patience with little finesse. About halfway through your shift, you get a stern talking to from your floor supervisor and put on an extra long break. You’re no less irritated when you get back though, somehow still agitated and snappy. 

Big hands clamp over your shoulders and squeeze like he’s giving you a massage, thumbs digging into the grooves of your upper back. He ignores the way you tense up.

“Hen, you’re making the customers uncomfortable with all your huffin’ and puffin’,” he whispers into your ear, a light chuckle falling out with his words. Amused by your attitude this time instead of ticked off. “If ye want, I could take ye ta the back room ta loosen ye up a bit. Make your day a little better. Dinnae think anybody will even notice if we dip away for a bit—’sides management will probably send me a gift basket if ye come back perky after a good shag.”

You shrug him off to go clock out, ignoring the way he chuckles as you storm off. No one knows if you go home and wear out the battery in your vibrator while thinking about Johnny’s words. Thinking about Johnny guiding you to his truck with a palm flat on your low back, pinkie teasing just under the waistband of your pants, before laying you out across the backseat and climbing on top of you.

You come when you think about how he’d have to keep the door open to fuck you in his car.

Unfortunately, you’re more than familiar with his sweet side as well. 

On your birthday, he comes in early with a sheet cake and organizes the employees so that the breakroom is dark when you come in. The entire staff is there when you switch on the lights, shouting your name and happy birthday, decked out in party hats and blowing into noisemakers.

It catches you off guard. Hits you right in the solar plexus and leaves you winded. You stand in the middle of the room like you’re under a spotlight and that spotlight is Johnny’s stare burning a hole in your head. For once, it doesn’t rankle. It leaves you feeling light, feathery, like floating down to earth. A coworker hands you a noisemaker and you smile until your eyes crinkle when you blow into it. 

You’re in a good enough mood that you don’t argue when he insists on sitting beside you. He got you the cake after all. Maybe it’s the least he deserves. Your goodwill lasts until Johnny tries to feed you a piece of cake with his fork; he winds up getting cake smushed all over your cheek when you turn your head away. 

“Johnny, ‘m not a baby,” you complain, wrinkling your nose when cake and icing slide down your face. “I can feed myself. This is so gross.”

“Shucks, hen, lemme get that. Shouldnae have turned your head,” Johnny curses, leaning over to scoop it off with his fingers. He holds them out to you, an offering. “Here ye go, kitty.”

You stare, horrified, until he shrugs like ‘suit yourself’ and pops them into his own mouth. Then drags the same spit covered fingers over your cheek again to keep cleaning you up. 

You can tell that it’s hopeless to complain by the way your coworkers giggle and gossip, eyes drawn to the two of you. Maybe it would be better if you were transferred. You only have so many ‘I’m not his work wife’s left in you. Something’s bound to give. You have a sneaking suspicion that it’s going to be you. 

On the walk to your car after your shift, which Johnny insists on doing like he does every time the two of you work a closing shift together, he jokingly asks if you’ve gotten your birthday spanks. He says it in that same awkward joking tone, just a bit too excited, staring at you too eagerly. Unblinking. Tuts his tongue when you tell him you’ve never heard of that before. 

You jolt and squeak at the pop on your ass when he insists on opening the door to your car and helping you in. The betrayed look you shoot him hardly penetrates through his shit-eating grin. 

“See ye tomorrow, kitty,” Johnny calls out, walking backwards away from you to where his truck is parked just a few spots away from yours. You think he would’ve parked right next to you if you hadn’t chosen a spot conveniently between two other cars. “More where that came from.”

Your hands shake against the steering wheel your whole drive home. Dreading tomorrow’s shift.

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[slut4msby]

flower shop girl. miya osamu x fem!reader

+ tags & warnings; not proofread

+ a/n; i wrote this at 2am last night as the idea came to me as i tried to sleep so keep that in mind </3

“Just go give him some flowers Y/N it doesn’t have to be in a romantic way, just a nice neighbourly worker gesture!” Your coworker, Emi suggested.

“I’m pretty sure Osamu-san would take it the wrong way, Emi…” 

“But Osamu-san brings us onigiri all the time! So it’s not weird unless you make it weird, Y/N.”

You couldn’t deny your feelings towards Osamu have grown since you started working at the florist. It started with you going to get some lunch and wanting to try “Onigiri Miya” which was located across the road from your work. All your coworkers could only ever speak positively about Osamu’s onigiri. And after trying it you could not blame him. The onigiri was a masterpiece, it was a perfect triangular delight that fit perfectly in the palm of your hand. The outer layer was crafted from expertly seasoned sticky rice. The rice was perfect, not too dry nor too mushy. When the nori seaweed wrapping peeled back a symphony of flavours unfold. It felt as if Osamu had crafted a masterpiece with something as simple as Onigiri. 

However, it wasn’t just the onigiri that stirred something within you; it was Osamu Miya himself. Osamu was fine. More than fine to be honest, he himself was like a Greek god. His physique from his volleyball days had slightly decreased since quitting and pursuing the store, but he was still in beautiful shape. The black Onigiri Miya shirt hugged his body just right. His hair was always slightly messy when he came over to the florists from the Onigiri Miya hat. Not only was he hot, he was funny. Everytime you would see him he would crack some jokes that never failed to put a smile on your face. Not only that despite his more dead-pan face, Osamu was great with his customers. He knew them like the back of his hands, he cared, was passionate and he was funny. God, the true triple threat.

“Plus if Osamu finds it cute, maybe your little crush will go further~.” Emi teased.

You gave her a nasty side-eye in return to her snarky comment. “Okay fine, I’ll bring some flowers to Osamu-san after my shift, if that will make you shut it.” Emi’s face lit up at the comment, “BUT. There is a catch. I get to tell Osamu-san it is a gift from the store for all the onigiri he gives us. Deal?”

“Fine, deal.”

“So… Emi… What flowers do I give Osamu-san?” You say awkwardly.

“Well I would recommend tulips - pink tulips in particular if you don’t want it to be romantic. They convey good wishes, yet non-romantic love and affection. Or maybe some daffodils! To celebrate new beginnings and goo-” Emi rambled.

“Y’know what Emi? I think I’ll just make a bouquet myself…” you mumble as you walk off.

You loved Emi but god she could get on your nerves. 

You begin taking your time putting together a bouquet for Osamu. Nothing romantic, but also beautiful enough to put the wrong idea in Osamu’s head. It wasn’t supposed to be romantic, just a nice gesture. Despite your admiration for Osamu, you barely knew the guy. He could have a girlfriend or even worse a wife. And you were no home-wrecker. You had finally decided on a bouquet with pinks and whites, with pink carnations, white roses and baby's breath flowers. It was simple, effective and didn't give Osamu the wrong idea, perfect.

“Emi-chan I’m clocking out now~” You call out to your coworker.

“Don’t forget your bouquet, Y/N-san! I’m sure Osamu is going to fall head over heels for you and you two will have like the cutest romance story ever! And I Can say I planned it ALL and I better be a bridesmaid and-” 

“Yup, okay Emi.” You say giving her a weak smile and a wave as you walk out.

You crossed the road and walked into Onigiri Miya, the bell jingling as the door opened. Osamu raised his head to greet the customer who entered.

“Welcome! Ho- Oh, it’s one of the flower shop girls. What can I do for ya?” He smiled.

“Oh Osamu-san! I have a gift for you from m- us over at the flower shop because your always so nice to us and bring us onigiri and stuff and we just wanted to say thank you and-” 

He cuts you off from your awkward mess of a speech, “Thanks flower shop girl.” He said walking over to you, grabbing the flowers from your hand. “And don’t ya worry yer pretty little head about it, sweetheart.” He examined the bouquet in front of him, looking at the array of flowers. “It’s beautiful…?”

“L/N Y/N.”

“It’s beautiful, L/N-san. What flowers did ya use?” Osamu asks out of curiosity. 

“Oh well I used white roses which you can obviously see, and some baby’s breath. The pink touch is some pink carnations, my personal favourite flower! They also express gratitude and stuff… so it’s cool I guess…”

“Well I am super grateful for the gift, L/N.” Osamu smiled.

“Oh uhm… You’re welcome! I have to get going now, Osamu-san!” You say waving as you speed walk to the door. Osamu just waves in confusion in response to your awkward actions.

“God Y/N, why are you so awkward?” You silently cuss yourself out as you walk away.

Days have passed since your very awkward flower delivery to Osamu. The interaction still haunts your mind like a bad dream, that’s what you wished it was. As you care for the flowers towards the back of the door, a familiar figure walks in. Osamu Miya. Just your luck, you gave him an awkward smile before continuing your work. Osamub slowly walks over to your coworker, Maki.

“How can I help you Miya-san?” Maki asks.

“Just wondering if you have any bouquets of pink carnations?” Osamu says, looking around the store, attempting to find some.

“Oh we just got some in before, they are a popular choice at the moment. Y/N sells them quite well, they are her favourite after all.” Maki smiles.

“Well Y/N has some good taste then, they are also a personal favourite of mine.” 

“Really! I would not expect that from you Miya! You give off like jasmine vibes.” Maki laughs.

“I only recently found out what carnations are, a very pretty girl said they were her favourite and they just remind me of ‘er.”

A red blush swipes over your face at Osamu’s comment. Were you , the pretty girl? Surely not. Carnations are a common favourite flower and Osamu must know lots of pretty girls, I mean just take a look at him.

Osamu continues his chat with Maki, checking out for his bouquet of flowers. “Thanks so much Miya-san!”

However, Osamu doesn’t leave the store, his steps bring him towards you. He holds the bouquet out towards you, “here flower shop girl. Heard ya like ‘em.”

“Oh really?” You sarcastically respond.

“Yeah, a friend told me.” He jokes back, “a friend also told me I should ask you out on a date, pretty girl. So whatdya say?”

“I’d love to, Osamu.” You smile shyly.

“Tomorrow night at 7pm. Are you free?”

“For you? I guess I could make some time…” 

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[peterparkersnose]

Lovers and Love.

pairing: Joel Miller x reader

word count: 2.4k

warnings: pregnancy (if you don't like don't read), descriptions of morning sickness, anxiety, angst, illusions to sex

a/n back to your regularly scheduled program i dont wanna hear it i don’t write pregnancy stories often (i say this with a modern day au pregnancy joel fic in my drafts). literally my third in a year (back during my wattpad days I would solely write pregnancy stories. ew). i really like how this turned out though, the length is good

summary Y/N tries to hide that she is pregnant and Joel finds out

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“What’s filling that pretty head of yours lately?” Joel asked between each chop of the wood.

“Oh, nothing.” you lied.

“You looked mighty focused on that rock just a minute ago.”

“Better than looking at you chopping wood,” you scoffed sarcastically, getting Joel’s scent off your trail.

What you were really thinking about? The last time you got your period.

Each swing of the axe made you cringe. You begged to think of something different, but the thought had filled your mind for the past few days when your expected period didn’t arrive.

You and Ellie had swept out an old convenience store about a month ago. Ellie found some period products and gave some to you and it made you think.

When was the last time you got your period?

Ever since you were a child you dreamed of being a mother. Raising a family with someone you loved. But when the world fell to cordyceps, that idea was quickly left in the past with every other hope and dream you ever had.

This was no environment for an adult, let alone a child. A baby was an absolute no. The constant crying would attract any creature in a mile radius. It wouldn’t get the proper nutrition babies needed to grow. And giving birth in this world was a borderline death sentence.

And your baby’s daddy? The man you had been hooking up with on the low.

He was meant to move the cargo. You assisted the cargo and made sure it behaved.

It wasn’t your fault when Ellie was captured by David and you and Joel had to hide out in a shed one night alone.

Or maybe that time Ellie went out hunting.

Or the time Joel had to cover your mouth and tell you to shut up because she was asleep in the next room.

You knew Ellie wasn’t a dumb kid, but you were just praying she wasn’t that smart.

But pregnancy tests were nonexistent. Most of them you assumed would be expired. Can pregnancy tests even expire? And condoms, come on. It would honestly be funny if Joel pulled one out as a joke. There was no way any of those were still in use at least five years after the breakout.

“Y/N!” Joel yelled, catching your attention. The volume of his voice caught you off guard. “What’s wrong with you, seriously?” he scoffed, flipping his axe in his hand.

Brushing him off, you helped him carry wood into the small abandoned cabin you had found for the night.

Ellie was sitting on the matted couch with her leg resting on top of the coffee table in what was left of the living room. If you squinted, it looked almost normal. No clickers, no cannibals, just a normal world, a normal Ellie sitting in a normal house.

You needed to quickly get the idea of a normal world out of your head. It wasn’t here anymore. You couldn’t hope and dream like you used to. It wasn’t the time for fantasy land anymore. This was serious shit.

“Thank god, I am fucking freezing!” Ellie announced, rubbing her hands together.

Joel dropped his few planks of wood on the ground. “I’m gonna go look for some blankets and supplies upstairs. Ellie, help Y/N with the fire.”

Ellie groaned and slammed her feet on the floor one by one from the coffee table dramatically. You could already imagine the eye roll she had just given him.

You began arranging the logs into a nice stack. Joel had cut enough to easily last you through the night and maybe into the morning.

“You doin’ okay?” Ellie asked, searching through her backpack for the matches. “Mhm,” you lied, watching her scratch the match and throw it in the dry fireplace.

“Joel said something about-” “It doesn’t matter what Joel said.” you cut her off. Ellie rested back on her legs. She was very obviously disappointed you wouldn’t tell her what was wrong.

Was it really that obvious?

“What did I say now?” Joel asked from the banister. He was carrying blankets in his hands he found in the bedrooms. He had a big smile plastered on his face that only widened when your eyes met his.

Just imagine how he would be. Carrying down blankets for you and your child to make a fort together. Making popcorn and watching a movie as the sky became dark. The child would fall asleep in your arms and the two of you would stare at each other and appreciate the world, the life you made together.

You broke eye contact with him and shook your head.

How could you let yourself think like that?

“That I was the best clicker killer in the group.” Ellie made up, lightening the mood. “Oh really now?” Joel chuckled, throwing all of the sheets down on Ellie.

“Oh thank god, warmth.” she sighed, wrapping herself in as many blankets as she could hold.

You snatched a blanket from Ellie with a smirk and moved in front of the fire. You saw the sun setting from one of the still intact windows. Joel made the bold move of laying directly next to you. Normally you would have been so touched by this little bit of public affection (even though the definition of public, for now, was just Ellie), but you were so exhausted by your mind games from the day that you couldn’t care less.

Ellie curled up next to you. She moved into your chest, wrapping her arms around one of yours. Poor Joel, Ellie got all your affection tonight after all.

After a few minutes, she was asleep.

“You wanna meet upstairs in a bit? Tell her your takin’ a piss or something.” Joel whispered in your ear. His wide hand touched your back, making you tense. He was craving your touch you could tell. It had been a few weeks since your last hookup. “No. Not tonight,” you whispered back, pulling Ellie closer.

“Hey,” he said in a low tone. You turned your head to look at him. “What’s really goin’ on?”

“Nothing,” you lied. “I know when your lying.” he sighed. “Joel, drop it.” you hissed.

Ellie’s head looked up at yours. You felt the movement and immediately reacted.

“I’m sorry, baby girl. Go back to sleep now,” you said sweetly to her, brushing her hair to the side of her face. You could tell Joel noticed how you called her baby girl. That’s what he called her.

“What’s happening?” she asked groggily. “Nothing important. Now back to sleep. We need our energy for tomorrow.” You gave her a reassuring kiss on the top of her head.

Ellie nodded and resumed back to her sleeping spot in your arms.

Joel now sat against the couch, watching the two of you interact.

After a moment of silence to make sure Ellie was asleep again, he spoke.

“You would make a great mother one day.”

Your head whipped around and the look on your face said it all.

“With Ellie ‘n stuff. Sorry,” Joel muttered, rubbing his hands down the front of his jeans nervously. The man never usually let his guard down and say vulnerable things like that and you could tell he was disappointed by your reaction.

“Good night Joel,” you said sincerely. He was right. Ellie was like a little sister to you.

On the brink of sleep, you heard him throw another log on the fire. Blankets shuffled and there was a defining silence. Then the thought hit you.

There was no way he knew, right?

-

The faces matched so perfectly but yet were so different. Joel stood in a kitchen, the kitchen in the house you grew up in. You followed the scent of some sort of food and wandered into the kitchen. Your balance seemed off to you. Looking down, you were met by a large bump. No toes could be seen.

“Mama!” you heard. Your head whipped around to the kitchen table. It was the same oak as you remembered it. A baby sat in a high chair. It had curly (your color hair) and Joel’s eyes. It scared you how fast you recognized his features. Unremarkably, they were copied onto the baby's face. “Come on now, eat your breakfast,” Ellie said, encouraging the child. She appeared next to them with a spoon in her hand, making airplane noises as the child laughed.

“Ellie! Did you finish your homework?” Joel asked her. The oh-so-familiar groan escaped from her lips.

“Yes… maybe…” she began to say as the dream began to fade.

You shot upright, breathing heavily. Then the feeling arose from your stomach.

“Y/N?” Joel asked, shielding his face from the sun rays displaying over his eyes. He watched you run to the kitchen that was left of the living room.

The kitchen sink was the victim of your vomit.

Joel quickly stood up and went to your side. His hand returned to its spot from the previous night.

“It’s okay,” he said. You could tell he was trying to calm you, but it also sounded like he was trying to calm himself.

Tears began to roll down your cheeks as the vomiting came to an end.

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered, wiping your mouth on your sleeve. “No, no. Stop, you have nothing to be sorry about.”

“Joel… please,” you stuttered. You embraced him. His surprisingly warm figure held yours tightly. “It’s okay,” he said again.

“You want to try to go back to sleep?” he asked you. Hesitantly, you shook your head yes.

Thank god Ellie was a deep sleeper when she had been asleep for a while. You could just imagine her putting the puzzle pieces together and announcing it without a second thought. She is a smart girl.

Joel held you on the wood floor. The two of you didn’t care if Ellie woke up to find your embrace. Sleep didn’t return to you, but a sense of peace did. You forgot about the world, the pregnancy, the cold, and the anger for just a moment. It was just you and Joel. The way it should be.

-

“Good morning Mom and Dad,” Ellie said, poking her foot into your shoulder.

Your eyes fluttered open from their relaxed state. “Go find some breakfast and shut it.” you hissed at her. Joel adjusted his hold on you, sighing in your ear.

“Some kid, huh?” he whispered.

“Tell me about-”

“Eugh! What the hell happened here?” Ellie yelled from the kitchen.

“I got food poisoning. Leave it,” you yelled to the kitchen, coming up with your best lie.

“Before we leave you should look upstairs. I thought I saw some clothes you might like. Warmer for the winter too,” Joel grunted, sitting up straight and stretching his arms behind his back.

Using the coffee table to help you up, you trotted across the cold floor and made your way upstairs.

The first bedroom was empty. The second had a few long sleeve tee shirts and a pair of jeans that would fit you. At least for now. You picked up a sweatshirt for Ellie and a book she might like.

The third bedroom seemed to be a children’s room. You were going to look for something smaller for Ellie, but when you opened the first drawer you were met with rows of baby clothes.

Your hands ran over the patterns on the onesies. A baby girl had lived here. Your heart ached as you tried not to think about what her fate had possibly been.

You opened another drawer and it was filled with baby shoes. The memories of swooning over the baby shoes at the store when you were younger filled your mind. The memory of little Y/N mentally picking out which shoes her baby would wear one day warmed your heart.

Opening the top drawer again, you looked through the clothes. You let yourself choose four, one for each season. Easy enough to keep hidden in your backpack. You were too busy looking at the clothes to notice Joel leaning against the doorframe.

You only noticed him when you turned to put the clothes into your backpack.

Audibly gasping, you dropped your bag on the ground along with the onesies.

“I… I-”

“Don’t,” Joel sighed. He bent down and grabbed your bag along with the baby clothes.

“You really thought I didn’t know?” he chuckled, slowly opening the zipper to your backpack.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, face burning red. It’s all you could manage to say. Your brain felt numb.

“No, Y/N. It takes two, remember?” he smiled, holding up a onesie in front of him.

“Been a while since I’ve done this,” he chuckled, beginning to fold the clothes. You stared at him astonished.

He was taking this news surprisingly well. You expected him to leave you somewhere, or even worse. The fact that he was smiling and folding clothes for a baby in this world was shocking.

“How did you know?” you asked him. He gave you the side eye and smirked. “I know your body like the back of my hand. I just have to close my eyes and…”

Joel closed his eyes and the stupidest grin grew on his face.

“Stop it!” you blushed, giving him a playful slap on the arm. “I notice things, darling,” he said, assuring you everything was right.

“How long have you known?” you asked him. You nervously dragged your finger across the dresser’s carved pattern. “Week maybe. Figured it was either that or you were hidin’ a bite. I prayed you were pregnant instead of bitten.”

“You also were avoiding me as much as you could,”

You looked at your shoes. “I really just didn’t want to think about… you. This.” you admitted.

“I’m not mad, sweetheart. Pick a few more, I have room in my bag.”

You opened the drawer again and went for your second pics.

“Your not mad?” you asked him. “I’m not thrilled. When I figured it out it wasn’t fun. But now…”

“What about now?” you asked him. Joel sighed.

“If I heard right…” he began.

“My shithead little brother has started a settlement up in Jackson.”

“Tommy?” you asked, folding a pair of baby shorts. “Get ‘sum them shoes too,” Joel muttered, pulling at the handle of the drawer.

“Jackson’s about a few day ride from here. I can't guarantee he’ll be happy to see me but it’s our best hope.” he assured you, placing his hand back on your back. This time you accepted his touch and pushed back on it.

You both agreed that would be the next step in your journey.

“Any name suggestions?” he asked you, handing you back your backpack.

“Jesus Joel, I haven’t even thought about that.” you said, swinging it on your back.

“What about Ellie Junior?” you heard her ask from the hall.

You and Joel made quick eye contact and then looked back at Ellie. Your mouth fell slightly open. The fear expressed over your face, you were basically a deer in headlights.

She walked into the bedroom with a shameful look on her face. “I wasn’t trying to listen I promise. This house seems to echo.”

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[unluckilyimnot]

making out with rin itoshi? I imagine him quiet and shy with you in public but he’s super clingy to you in private.

(no pressure in doing this request.)

Shy boyfriend - i.rin

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note: hiii thank you for your request <3 i took some time i'm sorry i'm busy but also procrastinating. i have a lot on my mind lets say

i'll try my best catch up my resquests for the moment

To say that Rin was in the hurry to go back home was an understatement. He didn’t say much, but his release sigh when you finally decided to say goodbye was enough to let everybody know that he was fed up. You two still left without him being rude to anyone, surprisingly, but you could tell how tense he was at home. 

He didn't say a thing, leaving his keys and jacket at the entrance and got to the kitchen without taking any look in your way. You sigh, tagging along as quickly as you could and wrapping your arms around his waist. He was making boiling water, probably to make tea, so you had to speak up a little.

“Are you mad ?” 

Rin shook his head, not saying a word but you know better than that. He doesn't want to bother you yet it's easy to notice when he's done or bothered. Your friend was a little on his back this afternoon, you admit that but never thought it would annoy him that much. 

He's not the type to talk when there's too many people. Rin finds it difficult to get along with some of your friends or their partner and this lunch at their place reminds both of you how some people can be straightforward. You lost count how many times they called him shy or not funny when he didn't laugh at their jokes. You felt really bad about it. 

“I'm sorry, they're not usually like that I promise.” You muttered into his shirt, waiting for his next move until he forgave you. 

He turned around, pulling you into his chest instead and laid his head on your. It lasted a little, neither of you in the mood to break the finally intimate moment he probably wished to have this whole afternoon. 

“You shouldn't be the one who apologizes.” he said before kissing your head. 

“I do it for them.” you added before getting on your tiptoes and kissed his lips as your real apology. His arms tight up around you, not ready to let go at all, he kissed you one more time. A few pecks before deepening the last one, he turned around so you were the one paying against the counter. You chuckled as he pressed you a little more against it but grabbed his shirt in approval.

The bubbling sound of the kettle behind your ears is increasing, not that you cared much at this point. It mirrors Rin action as he slightly pulls the end of your shirt, making room to place it on your hips. You moved your hand up, lacing them around his neck and smiled in the kiss, enjoying the last few seconds of it. 

Then you light off the kettle swiftly and leave a few pecks on his lips. You grinned at him, lightly patting his cheeks. “That’s enough for an apology ?” 

His cheeks flushed making him look away for a second. He ended up laying his head in the crook of your neck before nodding. His arms tight you up into a hug that you reciprocate without thinking twice. He may not speak a lot, but it never meant he wasn’t the best boyfriend you ever had.

I hope you liked it ♡

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[blingblong55]

Tummy ache-141 & König

Based on a request: Listen. 141 (plus König if you want) with reader being know as someone who has the sweetest voice, friendlies tone, and is everyone's friend because of this but then when they finally hear them laugh. They let out the MOST DIABOLICAL, CRAZY, ABNORMAL, AND UNNATURAL LAUGH THEY HAVE EVER HEARD COMING FROM A HUMAN BEING!!!! (This is me, I was told I laugh like a witch, or a gremlin, or a undiagnosed mental person.) Thank you 😊 ---- GN!Reader, platonic!relationship, funny laugh, fluff?? ----

Being the smallest in the team, height-wise, the men who work with you always perceive you as something tiny and adorable. Your voice has always been so sweet and soft, so when Soap tells a joke in the late hours of the night, you laugh so hard that it genuinely scares them all.

The room is dim, your shadow cast on the wall as you rock back and forth with your "gremlin" laughter. Gaz is the first one to laugh at this, finds it quite funny how a cute little thing like you can laugh this loud and so…weird? He is going to be bringing this up in the future.

Ghost is the second one to react, he begins to say his horrible jokes. His deep laughter mixed with that stare he gave you dealt the deal that you would now be known as Grim, the soldier with the laughter and his newest goal is to make you laugh as hard and as much as possible. This is why now that Soap got that laugh out of you, Ghost keeps adding more jokes to the point you start to tear up and beg for him to stop because your tummy hurts.

Price joined afterwards, cigar held between his fingers as smoke fell from his cough of laughs. Tears get wiped the louder Ghost makes you laugh. Clouds of smoke fill the room, you enjoy this small moment since it will be the last one before going on an operation. When Price can't take the pain from laughing, he walks out of the room.

Soap and König join last and all they can do is bring a louder laughter to the room. The men only bring the volume of the room to rise, everyone inside adding more fuel to the fire and without knowing, soldiers from other sides of base begin to peek into the room, wanting more on the gun. Soap is the kind of man to push people when he laughs and naturally, the tall man König is became the target.

For nearly thirty minutes the jokes and laughs came along all until everyone lay on their beds, trying to catch their breath.

This is the rare moment soldiers like them and you get. It is beautiful, truly magical to have a sit-down, to listen, to smile and to feel that just for a moment all is fine. No blood on the dark military clothes, no worry about what is out there. A gun, bullet, a cry for a medic, all that is out of this room. Warmth, friends and a good rest, that is what stays in this room. This is a good tummy ache.

A/N: having a Writing/English class and my head is only filled with what I've done for the past week. Rhetorical this and that and now what you just read is my last piece of energy.

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[vodika-vibes]

Hello, love~ I'm back for request #3!

This time, it's for my beloved baby boy Tup, with a garnet, and during the summer. But can you make it on the playful side? Playfully affectionate?

Please and thank you 💚💚💚

@the-bad-batch-baroness

Under The Summer Sun

Summary: A hot day under the summer sun reminds you of just how much you love your Tu

Pairing: Clone Trooper Tup x F!Reader

Word Count: 586

Prompts: Garnet - Protective love, with added playful affection

Warnings: None (aside from a really bad joke, lol)

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: Baby Boy Tup gets a happily ever after because I say so. Nothing bad has ever happened to him. Ever. Tragically, Google doesn't like my bad joke and kept trying to fix it.

“You’re going to burn into a crisp, and then what will I do?” Tup asks, laughter in his voice as he drops on the towel next to you, dripping cool water from the lake onto your overheated skin.

“Find a new girlfriend?” You reply sleepily as you stretch out on the towel, and then turn your head to peer at the man sitting next to you, “Or, just put up with having a girlfried, instead.”

Tup chokes out a laugh, “You’ve been spending way too much time with Fives and Echo if you think that was funny.”

“Mm, you still laughed though.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He grabs a towel and tosses it over his head, to dry his dripping hair, “Are you sure you don’t want to go swimming with me? It’s fun~”

“Tup,” You say with a laugh, “Bikini’s are not made for swimming. They’re made for looking amazing in.”

He hums thoughtfully, and you can feel his heavy gaze dragging down your body, “Well, it’s working.”

“You’d say that if I was wearing a trash bag.”

“You’d make the trash bag look amazing,” He agrees with a grin.

“You’re ridiculous,” You say with an answering grin as you sit up. You reach out and tuck some of the wet hair sticking to his cheek behind his ear, “Are you having fun?”

He catches your hand and presses a feather light kiss to your knuckles, “Yeah. I am. Thank you for bringing me on your vacation.”

“Mm, thank Rex for allowing it.”

“Oh, I already have to bring him a souvenir.” Tup says dryly, “It’s payment for allowing me to come.”

“Oh? I can see you’re right on that.”

“I’ll bring him some sand. It’ll be fine.”

A giggle falls from your lips, “Tup,”

“Anyway! You need more sunblock or you’re going to burn and you won’t want me touching you.” Tup announces with a dramatic pout, “And, naturally, I need to put it on you.”

“Is that right?”

“To make sure you don’t miss any spots,” he adds seriously, though there’s a grin playing on his lips.

“Oh, naturally.” You reach into your bag and press a bottle of sunblock into his hands, “I’m sure you’ll be very thorough.”

“Uh-huh. So thorough.” He squirts some of the lotion into his hands, and then rubs his hands together, before he scoots closer to you and brings his hands to your face, “Eyes closed, cyare. As much as I love your pretty eyes, I would hate to get sunblock in them.”

Obediently you close your eyes and melt into his touch as he gently starts rubbing the lotion on your face, “You’re so much better at this then my mom.”

He laughs softly, “That right?”

“Mm. It always hurt when mom was rubbing the lotion in.”

His fingers glide over the shell of your ears, “Well, the last thing I want to do is hurt you while trying to protect you from the sun.” Tup pulls his hands away from your face, and you open your eyes to look at him. 

“You would never.” You murmur at him.

His hand comes back up to cup your cheek, “You’re so beautiful.”

“You’re one to talk.” You tease, and you’re rewarded with his cheeks darkening slightly, “But thank you. When I’m with you I feel beautiful.”

“Good.” He leans in and brushes his lips against yours, “I love you, so much.”

You sigh and kiss him properly, sliding into his arms, to better hold him, “I love you too.”

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Flames Unveiled (Chapter 9- Long Live the Birthday Girl) Aegon II Targaryen X (Bastard Velaryon) Reader X Aemond Targaryen

Summary: After six years living away from Kings Landing, you and your family are summoned back, for reasons unknown. Your mother, Rhaenyra, has different plans for you. You swore to always protect your family, but at what cost?

Warning: References to / sexual content (18+), injuries, cursing, drinking, fights, angst

Tagged: @faesspace @a-beaverhausen

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

The echoes of conversations resounded around you, but you paid little attention. The Blackwater felt cold as you dipped your feet into the water. Women laughed as they strolled by with their escorts, oblivious to your presence by the water's edge.

The sound of footsteps approaching from behind pulled you out of your thoughts. Keeping your back turned, you picked up a stone and threw it, causing your dress's hem to get wet. Leaning down again, you grabbed another stone.

You screamed when hands suddenly gripped your shoulders and pushed you deeper into the water. It was Jace, laughing heartily and trying to catch his breath.

"That wasn't funny, Jace!" You squeezed your skirts, water streaming from them.

"Apologies, but you were practically asking for it, standing there. I couldn't resist!" Jace extended a hand, his smirk still etched on his face.

“Why are you out here? Shouldn’t you be causing mischief with Luke?” you asked, stepping closer to your brother and playfully splashing water at him.

"Ah, you see, I would, but I wanted to be the first to wish my sister a happy nameday," he said with a sheepish smile. "Unless someone has already beaten me to it, then I might as well head back to my chambers."

Right, your birthday, you had totally forgotten. Last night had left your head in a clouded mess. By the time you had entered your bedchamber, it was well past the hour of the ghost. When you tried to rest, your mind refused to quiet down.

"Actually, you were the first, brother. Thank you," you struggled to get out of the water, your saturated dress clinging to your legs, making it a challenge to walk back onto the land.

"Have you seen mother?" Jace asked, a curious tone in his voice. "Have you spoken to her, I mean?"

His phrasing made you tilt your head. "What do you mean?"

He clasped his hands behind his back and walked forward in a nervous manner. "I feel as though she doesn't like it here."

It was true. Your mother harbored a strong dislike for King's Landing—not the city itself, but certain individuals within the Red Keep's walls. "That wouldn't surprise me. Remember when mother first received the summons for us to return? She was seething with anger."

Jace led the way back towards the castle, the breeze slowly drying your dress. "I think she wants us to go back home."

This revelation caused you to falter in your steps. "But this is our home. It always has been."

Jace didn't argue; his hand remained on the small of your back as he escorted you back into the Keep. When you initially left, the sun had barely started illuminating the sky, so as you entered the bustling halls, everyone stopped to celebrate your nameday.

"Princess, you look absolutely radiant today!" One of the Queen's ladies-in-waiting complimented, her eyes assessing your face before falling on your skirts.

"Thank you, my lady." You followed her gaze. "I-"

"My sister is so clumsy; she was walking on the rocks near the Blackwater and slipped. Mother won't be pleased. Please excuse us," Jace joked, chuckling as he guided you away from the crowd.

"You never cease to embarrass me, Jace," you grumbled, finally reaching your bedchamber, bidding Jace goodbye as you closed the door behind you.

"Where have you been, daughter?" Your mother's soft voice met you as she rested against your chair, looking towards the door.

"I was by the Blackwater. I slipped," you replied with a gentle smile, walking over to her as she stood up.

Her hair was elegantly styled in an updo, braids wrapped around like a nest of snakes. Her dress, a deep red with black, featured loose sleeves that trailed along the floor. She opened her arms, pulling you close. "I cannot believe how old you are."

Her comment prompted an exhale, nearly causing you to melt into her embrace. She quickly let go upon feeling the wetness of your skirts. "I came back to change."

You adorned a gold gown, its loose long sleeves yet another choice to accentuate your womanly figure.

"Your grandsire wishes to see you," your mother said softly, focusing on styling your hair.

"How is he feeling?" You asked as she braided your hair, attempting to pin it into a low braided bun, leaving the front parts loose.

Rhaenyra sighed softly. "Not well enough, or so I am told by the Queen."

Fumbling with your fingers, you asked, "Shall we go see him then?" As your mother finished pinning your hair, her hands fell to your shoulders as she agreed.

Ushering you out of your chamber, your mother led you to her father's chambers. He had been confined there most days, either lying in bed or working on his buildings. After yesterday's storm, he remained in the darkness of his chamber. Once your mother softly knocked on the door, a weak voice from within called, "Come in."

His room was dimly lit, with incense burning at all corners, enveloping the King's bed. "Who is it?"

His voice sounded different than it had yesterday, filled with anguish. New dark marks were visible on his cheek.

Summoning your courage, you responded, "It's Y/N, grandsire."

Slowly, a smile formed on his face as he lifted himself from his bed. "Y/N, yes, come here, let me see you."

Your mother allowed you to approach, inching closer to the King. His hand gently grasped yours, rubbing it slowly as he spoke, "I remember when you were first brought into this world. So small... You had a mighty loud cry, one that could be heard from the Wall. And now you stand here, a grown woman."

You returned his smile. "Thank you, grandsire. I'm grateful to be back here... I'm grateful for these celebrations; it's more than I deserve."

The King chuckled softly, "I fear I don't have much time left in this world. When I pass, your mother will take my place. And when she's gone, it will be your turn. In these times, it's crucial to find you a husband fit to rule alongside you, to guide you. My Queen assists more than ever since... well, now."

His hand lifted, gently caressing the small amount of silver in your hair. Your voice held a sweet tone, "I believe you'll get better, grandsire."

His laughter was soon interrupted by coughing, struggling to catch his breath. He gestured toward the goblet with milk of the poppy on the table. Reacting swiftly, you reached for it and tipped it to his lips. "Thank you, dear girl. The realm is lucky to have you..."

Your mother moved behind you, gently intervening, "Let's give him some rest, Y/N."

Reluctantly, you nodded, placing a kiss on your grandsire's head before leaving with your mother. "Will he be well enough for tonight's festivities, mother?"

Her expression was somber as she nodded, and you both turned a corner, coming face to face with the Queen and her daughter, Helaena. Your mother tensed, eyeing Alicent, while Helaena smiled, reaching for your hand.

"Your Grace," your mother nodded, though her smile seemed strained. You repeated the gesture, but Alicent acknowledged it, extending her hand toward yours.

"Princess, would you mind accompanying us? I'm having new gowns made for Helaena, and I'd love to get measurements for you as well." Alicent's smile seemed to cut through your mother's facade, but you appealed silently with your eyes.

"Alright," your mother kissed your head, "I'll see you tonight."

The Queen and Helaena swiftly led you to the Queen's chambers, where a seamstress awaited.

"I apologize for the untimely invitation, princess," Alicent said, gesturing to the seamstress and the array of silk samples on the table.

"No need to apologize, Your Grace. I appreciate your thoughtfulness," you replied, declining the offered seat from Helaena, trying to avoid meeting her gaze.

"Family always comes first. We've been planning new dresses for a while now, and with Helaena's condition, I thought it best to take measurements now," Alicent added, her eyes shining with pride for her daughter.

You quickly turned your head toward the blonde, noticing her bashfully holding her stomach. "Are you with child?"

Helaena bashfully nodded. "I found out recently..."

Your chest tightened at the thought of her being pregnant. You wondered if she knew who the father was, but more importantly, you were disturbed by the thought of Aemond.

"Y/N, stand up here," Alicent pointed to the pedestal, where the seamstress stood with her needles. "I was thinking maybe these colors…"

You zoned out during the fitting; no one seemed particularly attentive. Helaena remained silent, avoiding your gaze. The rift between you felt palpable, an invisible wall that left you uncertain about your emotions. The man who had kissed you, hugged you, and touched you was now with Helaena. You were entangled with her husband and paramour, a situation that left you feeling repulsed.

Once you were in the comforts of your own chambers, you finally let out an exasperated sigh. The ball was only a couple of hours away, and you wanted to take your time getting ready. Mara wasn't present with any oils or lotions, but you didn't mind.

The sunlight poured into your room, rendering the candles unnecessary. Birds chirped on a nearby branch, their melody a comforting backdrop as you unclasped your earrings and placed them in a small bowl.

The jarring noise of the passageway door halted your actions. You paused, anticipating which uncle's voice would fill the room, but instead, there was an unsettling silence.

"Who is it?" Your hands fell to your sides, clutching your skirts as you cautiously moved into the next room, finding Aemond standing in the doorway. "Aemond."

His gaze remained fixed on the floor, an unsettling tension emanating from his presence. His steady breaths did little to alleviate the unease, and when he finally straightened up and locked eyes with you, a chill ran down your spine. "Niece."

You wanted to restrain your sharp words, but they slipped out before you could stop them. "Helaena is with child."

He didn't appear surprised by this revelation, not until you added, "Is it yours?" That's when his demeanor turned stern.

"What?" He hissed, attempting to feign ignorance, but you had witnessed the scene firsthand the night before.

“I know, Aemond. You and her… I saw last night. Does Aegon know? Does he know you're fucking his wife?” Your words cut sharply, prompting Aemond to approach, his face mere inches from yours as he whispered.

“Does your mother know what you do in the dead of night? Does she know about your escapades with anyone who gives you the slightest attention?” His fingers traced your face as he spoke, his voice laced with derision. “So, niece, have you already given yourself away to some lowly man, or are you holding out for a more… respectable one?”

Your hand stung against his face as you slapped him. His face reddened, whether from the slap or anger was uncertain. He retaliated by seizing your hair, forcing you to look up at his remaining eye. Your hands instinctively tried to pry his fingers away, but he slowly reached to remove his eye patch.

“Look. Look at it, see what your family has done.” Through gritted teeth, you stared at the empty socket, a horrifying gash of flesh that turned your stomach. “I wanted to see how easily you’d bend... How quickly you'd forget what happened.”

A lump formed in your throat, realizing his manipulative game. He'd played with your feelings, orchestrating a twisted form of revenge for something you had no part in. “Fuck you.”

Aemond clicked his tongue, “You don’t get to be angry. You and your family don’t belong here; you bastards deserve nothing. You’d be lucky if a farmer's son even glanced your way.”

“I’ll tell the King…”

“Tell the King what? That you behaved like a whore from the Silk Streets? Tell him about Helaena and me, and I’ll ruin you, and you know it.” He released your hair violently, sending you crashing to the floor as he leaned in.

You slowly raised your head defiantly, “Why?”

Aemond smirked, “It was Aegon’s idea, actually. It all began the first night you arrived, after supper when Aegon cut your hair… I didn’t expect you to trust me so quickly, to submit to me so easily…” As he spoke, his slender fingers hovered near your hair, retracting when you shifted, trying to distance yourself from his touch.

"Leave." Your voice quivered with anger, nearly blinded by fury, "Leave!"

Your rage seemed to amuse Aemond even more as he turned to retreat through the passageway, leaving you alone.

The birdsong outside ceased, and you finally released a deep sob, covering your face with your hands, lying on the floor.

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The Great Hall was alive with revelry, filled with dancing and laughter as the fiddle and drums set a lively tempo. Seated at the table, your mind felt empty, wearing a plain expression on your face. Since Aemond left your presence, you had never felt so disgusted with yourself. No matter how harshly Mara scrubbed at your skin, you still felt the lingering touch of Aemond on you.

"Y/N, I believe someone wishes to dance with you..." Rhaenyra whispered into your ear, drawing your attention to Cregan Stark, who stood near the dancefloor, occasionally glancing in your direction.

"Oh," was all you could manage, rising from your seat and gathering your skirts.

Your dress, a blend of red and black, featured a cape-like effect at the shoulders, adorned with gold embroidery. It was simpler than what you wore on the first night of the celebration. Clicking your heels slightly, you descended the steps to face Cregan, who closed the distance and offered his arm.

"Princess." He lifted your hand to his lips.

You forced a smile, "Lord Stark."

Taking to the dancefloor, you tried to push the events of the afternoon out of your mind. Cregan's gentle touch helped you relax as he twirled you around, and the music picked up. The dance had everyone light on their feet, jumping and bouncing, spinning to different partners. When you separated from Cregan, another young lord took his place, circling slowly as the ladies walked on their toes and the men turned on their heels.

Unknown to you, you were being observed. Across the room, near the towering wooden doors, Aegon sat with a goblet of wine in one hand, idly tapping his rings against the metal. He arrived late at the festivities, likely preoccupied with drink or his usual dalliances with the whores. His gaze remained fixed on you as you swayed amidst the many lords and ladies in the room. Since last night, Aegon had spent hours lost in his cups, attempting to drown out the overwhelming sensation of power he felt when in your presence. He knew it was wrong, but he didn't care, indifferent to the possibility of anyone discovering their illicit connection.

Setting his goblet aside, he made his way to the dancefloor, subtly maneuvering through the crowd of dancers. While you were engrossed in the dance, every man vied for your favor, their fingertips lingering on your skin a fraction too long before moving on to another partner. As you looked up, you were surprised to find Aegon flawlessly following the dance moves.

"Niece," his voice, low and tinged with the scent of wine, reached your ears as you circled each other. "You look rather beautiful tonight."

Trying to ignore him, you felt a warmth spread across your face as he spoke. "Is that so?"

Aegon merely hummed, smoothly guiding the dance. It struck you how he chose to remain silent, his demeanor calm as you faced each other.

How could he be so coy when he'd been making me feel like a fool? Words flooded from your mouth before you thought, "Congratulations might be in order, uncle. I hope your wife brings you a healthy babe…"

His lips brushed against your ear, his voice low, "I know you don't think me a fool. The way your pretty mouth twists words, just speak plainly."

A shiver ran down your spine as you leaned in, the dance continuing, "Are you the father?"

Aegon tensed at the question, his steps faltering slightly, "It doesn't matter, as long as the child bears pure Valyrian blood."

As the others switched partners, you and Aegon remained locked in the dance, circling each other. Rhaenyra, watching from the table, grew concerned, noting your whispered conversation that persisted even as the song played on.

"īlon missed nykeā dorolvie steps, uncle." We missed a few steps, uncle. You said, smiling at the men glaring at the prince.

A low chuckle escaped Aegon, "Pōnta ēdan jeme bantis..." They had you all night. Your eyes darted to Cregan, who was two dance partners away. Aegon followed your gaze, "Is that the kind of man you fancy?"

"I don't have a particular type of man," you jest, locking eyes with your uncle. "Though, I wonder why you're so interested."

Aegon's laughter drew attention, even from the King and Queen, their expressions horrified as you both danced. "Why do you care if the child in Helaena's womb is mine?"

Your cheeks flushed as you missed yet another partner switch, sparking murmurs among the crowd. "I wonder if it's part of your twisted plan with your brother."

Aegon's face drained of color. "Y/N..."

"I don't care to hear your excuses, only that I know. Your brother visited me in my chambers this afternoon and said some hurtful and vile things about my time here." You softened your expression, trying to mask your hurt.

As the music hastened to its end, Aegon found himself speechless. He stumbled over his steps and fumbled with excuses while partners changed again. Cregan stepped up to your side as the music concluded.

"May I?" He glared at Aegon, who, now with glossy eyes and flushed cheeks, nodded and moved away to the large table for more wine.

Cregan led you to a corner of the room, offering you a glass of wine. "You might find yourself hosting these festivities one day."

You chuckled, sipping the wine. "Perhaps, but not anytime soon. I'd need a dutiful husband to help plan and balance such events."

Cregan smirked. "You'd make a stunning Queen."

Surprised, you almost choked on your wine. "My mother will be an excellent Queen. But I doubt the realm is ready for another woman on the Iron Throne."

Leaning in, Cregan disagreed, "I don't believe that to be true." He then knelt down, causing you to plead for him to rise.

"What are you doing?" you whispered, noticing eyes turning toward you both.

"I, Cregan Stark, promise to be faithful to the future Queen Rhaenyra and her heir, the Princess Y/N. I pledge fealty to them and shall defend them against all enemies in good faith and without deceit. I swear this by the old gods and the new." As he finished, your face flushed, and a line started forming behind Cregan, young lords pledging their allegiance to you and your mother.

Rhaenyra glanced at her father, who wore a small smile, and then at the Queen, who showed no warmth, her expression reflecting clear distaste as the voices echoed around them. Aemond sat at the table, scoffing as he downed another glass of wine, while Aegon sulked beside him, glaring as yet another young lord recited those words.

The line nearly wrapped around the room; some men chose not to kneel, which wasn't surprising, but each man who did made everything seem more real. You were the future Queen, and they were prepared to serve you until their last breath.

It felt like hours until the line finally ended. Standing there, you faced your mother, uncertain whether her expression conveyed fear or approval. But Rhaenyra's smile was enough to dispel your nerves, and you smiled at the crowd as they erupted into applause.

Entering your chambers, warmed by the fireplace and moonlight streaming through the window, you untangled your hair, undoing the braids with your fingers as you approached the fireplace. Before you could reach it, you spotted a figure lounging in your chair.

"Doesn't anyone remember to knock before entering my chambers?" you teased, moving closer to the chair and leaning over.

Aegon lazily tilted his head. "I've been waiting for you."

You rolled your eyes, finally freeing your hair from its braid. "I apologize; I would have urged the lords to hasten their pledges had I known you were waiting in my chambers."

Aegon grunted as he stood up, slipping his hand into his pocket. "You're still upset."

"Not in the slightest."

"I don't wish to explain myself to you, Y/N. I know we went too far—"

"Correct, you did. It was wrong, and in fact, I'd like for you to leave my chambers immediately," you snapped, turning to face Aegon as he retrieved something from his pocket. "What is that?"

"The reason why I was late." He walked closer, presenting a necklace. "I got you a gift."

You were taken aback, examining the necklace. It was delicate, a silver chain leading to a ruby encircled by leaf designs. You were speechless, merely lifting your hair for Aegon to clasp the necklace. It was beautiful, but you didn't want to give him the satisfaction.

"Do you still want me to leave?" His voice was smug as he stepped back, admiring the necklace around your neck.

You ignored him, walking over to the chair he had occupied earlier; the fire felt warm against your skin. "It's pretty... But it doesn't mean you're forgiven... Do you know what he said to me? How he called me a whore and how foolish I was to trust someone who truly despises me. How it was your idea, and you cutting my hair was the beginning of the cruel torment."

Aegon approached your side slowly, sighing as he ran his hand over his mouth. "Y/N..."

"Don't pretend, uncle. Remember how you detest me? Always have, and this..." You gestured to the necklace, "Is just another way to hurt me further. Last night, was that more fuel for blackmail?"

Aegon let out a throaty laugh. "Are you quite finished? I can tolerate you when I'm drunk, and when am I not? You say you despise me, but you could have told me to leave earlier, sent in guards to carry me out, yet you didn't. We are two sides of the same coin."

You hummed in agreement, still avoiding his gaze, no matter how many times he pleaded for you to look at him.

"I'm not my brother," he whispered, dropping to his knee in front of you. His hands rested on your knees as he spoke, "Must I prove that I'm not him?"

You remained silent, curious to see what he would do. His actions reminded you of your younger brothers, trying to beg your mother for forgiveness.

"I, Aegon Targaryen, second of my name, promise to be faithful to you, Princess Y/N, future heir to the Iron Throne. I pledge fealty to you and shall defend you against all enemies in good faith and without deceit. I swear this by the old gods and the new."Aegon's hands gripped your legs, his eyes never leaving yours until he finally took a staggered breath.

You leaned close to him, placing your lips softly against his cheek as he sank back on his heels. "Did you mean that?"

Aegon squeezed your legs again, "Every word."

Only a split moment passed before Aegon's lips crashed onto yours. You sank back into your chair as Aegon moved to his feet, leaning over your frame. His hand pulled at your neck, moving your mouth closer to his as the kiss intensified.

Aegon moved to kiss your jaw, eliciting soft moans escaping your lips. He ventured to your neck, kissing and biting around, trying to find your sensitive spot. You shoved him slightly, giving him a watchful glare as he stopped, his breath still close to your throat.

"I think you should go, before you get carried away," you whispered into his ear, "Before I get carried away."

A small smile crept onto Aegon's lips as he nodded, "Then I will leave you to it, niece."

Red-faced, you stood to escort him to the passageway door. It was far past the hour of the bat, and the halls would be full of guards. "Goodnight, uncle."

Aegon nodded before closing the door behind him.

When you awoke, you felt butterflies in your stomach. You had slept in your gown; your mind was racing, so you didn't feel like taking it off. You stripped, changing into a dusty yellow dress. For the first time in weeks, you wished to break your fast with your family.

You skipped down the steps leading to your mother's chambers. She always took breakfast there, where she could be alone with her children.

You knocked softly, unsure if your mother and stepfather were awake, but the door quickly opened.

"Y/N!" Rhaenyra gasped, "I wasn't expecting you to be here so early."

You let yourself in, seeing she was already dressed. "I wished to break my fast with you. Is that so wrong?"

At the table sat Jace, Luke, and Joffrey, all glancing up at you with smiles. Your youngest brothers Aegon and Viserys, babbled on the floor. Jace quickly pulled back a chair for you, teasing about how energetic you were.

"No, of course, you can... sit." Rhaenyra stammered, seeming almost anxious.

"Is everything okay?" Your face faltered as you scraped food onto your plate.

Rhaenyra paused before the table, the words struggling to leave her lips. "Daemon is in council with the King for your proposals."

You cocked your head. "Why not you?"

Rhaenyra sighed, aware of your feelings about Daemon. "He's closer to your father. He knows how much your dowry is..."

You gulped, nodding as she finished. Jace laughed, "We could just give you away for free if it gets you out of our hair."

You playfully slapped his arm as your younger brothers laughed at your expense. You finally felt the stress lift from your shoulders, joking with your brothers, but your mother seemed standoffish.

"Mother, are you—"

You were cut off by the sound of the door opening and slamming shut. Daemon's rambles echoed as he called the King names and the Queen even worse.

"What is it?" Rhaenyra asked, stroking her stomach, which had grown ever so slightly.

"We had a beneficial proposal, but it was overruled..." Daemon hissed, pacing the floor, leaving you all stunned. "My brother and that bitch of a Queen thought it would be better if they had another..."

"What is it?" You interrupted, rising from your seat. Daemon slowly turned to face you, and for a split moment, you saw the softness in his expression.

"The Queen has proposed for you to be wed to her son, Aemond..." He spoke softly, but you didn't hear what else he had to say.

Your heart dropped to your stomach, a lump forming in your throat. "What about Lord Stark? Marry me to him, please! Beg them, demand it! Let me marry Cregan Stark, please!" Tears welled up in your eyes.

Jace rose, anger vibrating in his throat as he said, "Betroth us! You can't make her marry him..."

The room filled with yells and pleas, but they fell on deaf ears. You were to be betrothed to Aemond Targaryen; you felt trapped in your personal hell.

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A/N: Sorry for the late post. Now this is going to shift more to Aegon x the reader. Will try to post more often as I can.

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[maochira]

U probably saw my last reblog just now, so this time

Tall reader (Idk like 5'10?) being kabedoned by a character slightly taller, as tall, or shorter than them

Bachira, Kaiser, Kenyu, and Chigiri plus anyone if u want <33

(⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠）Much love Mao, thank you for enabling my daydreaming as always HEHEHEH

CHAOOSS ILLYY and I always love reading your tags in reblogs hehe <3

Characters: Bachira, Kaiser, Yukimiya, Chigiri, Raichi, Aryu

Requests open! - masterlist

Tags: gn!tall!reader, reader is taller than the characters, established relationship

Bachira

-he kabedons you all the time because he thinks it's funny and loves the look on your face each time

-and so far, you haven't done it to him. But now it's time to finally get your revenge

-you intentionally lean against the wall in a way that will make Bachira get closer so he can kabedon you

-when he gets closer and is about to push you against the wall, you quickly use all of your strength to turn around with him so Bachira ends up being pushed against the wall

-he blushes heavily, but also breaks out in laughter because he didn't expect this at all

-he then tells you to do this more often because he really liked it

Kaiser

-usually, Kaiser is the one who does all sorts of things to get you flustered, either with actions or simply with words

-he knows exactly how to turn you into a blushy speechless mess, so now it's about time you do the same to him

-you've tried talking very flirty but that didn't work at all. Kaiser only flirted right back and teased you more than usual

-that's why you decide to do something physical. But being more touchy than usual didn't get your desired result either

-you're about to give up, but then get a new idea. Only 5 seconds after the thought pops into your head, you grab Kaiser and push him against the wall

-and well, looks like you've won. You've never seen Kaiser being this much of a flustered mess. You should do it more often

Yukimiya

-you've threatened to kabedon him very often so far, but never actually did it

-that's why he doesn't believe you're actually going to do it one day and sometimes he teases you a little about it

-but today you decide to do it. You actually announce it to Yukimiya but he obviously doesn't believe you're serious this time

-he jumps a little in surprise when you suddenly push him against the wall. His cheeks also get red in a matter of seconds

-he just stares at you in disbelief for a few moments, then he starts giggling and pulls you in for a kiss

Chigiri

-he asked you to kabedon him as a joke, so he didn't expect you to seriously do it

-jokes on him, because despite knowing he didn't mean it that way, you still end up doing it just to see your boyfriend's reaction

-and well, now there he is staring back up at you with a startled expression

-Chigiri is still processing what just happened, and each second his blush only gets stronger

-but you can't stay serious and end up being the one who breaks out in laughter

-your laugh is contagious, so only a few seconds later Chigiri starts laughing as well

-when both of you calm down you quickly steal a kiss before letting him go

Raichi

-it's super hard to get Raichi flustered, but that's a challenge you're ready to take on

-you tried a lot of things already, but somehow nothing ever causes your boyfriend to get flustered

-you're watching a romance anime with him and there's a kabedon scene. You immediately get the idea to try it out on Raichi later

-but then you forget about it. For days.

-you randomly remember it while you and Raichi talk about the anime, and as if it's a reflex you just quickly push him against the wall while he's in the middle of a sentence

-it completely catches him off guard and also causes him to get completely flustered

-looks like you finally won the challenge. But Raichi will forever deny this even happened

Aryu

-you being taller than him is a miracle on its own

-but anyways

-you've always thought doing a kabedon to Aryu would be very silly but the right chance never really came

-and that's why you had to create the perfect chance on your own

-you're standing next to a wall in your room, acting like you need Aryu's help to rearrange the pictures on there

-the moment he gets close to you, you quickly pin him to the wall

-it takes your boyfriend a few seconds to realize what you just did and the look on his face is just priceless. Especially with the blush on his cheeks

-he's out of words so instead of saying anything, he grabs your cheeks with his hands and pulls you in for a kiss

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[blank-slate-jay]

Can you please do Ellie catching you and Joel kissing? Male reader of course :) Thank you in advance <3

Untold Pair

Joel Miller x Male!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Tags: Fluff, Kissing, Established Relationship(Ellie doesn't know), Ellie is less savage

A/N : Hey Anon, thanks for the submission. This one's just cute. I hope this is what you wanted, enjoy!

Ellie sighed heavily, making her way down the staircase. She really wanted to stay home for the day, she hated going to that god awful school she attended. Reading and Writing, Math and Statistics; including having to go multiple times a week. Really? She should be learning how to hunt and better defend herself, she thought. This commune live just wasn't cutting it.

Making her way to the living room, she tosses her bag onto the couch. She might as well fetch breakfast to cheer herself up before leaving. The school wasn't so bad. She at least had Dina, a friend of hers to keep her company during class time. For her, that was the only thing keeping her from skipping classes all together.

She made her way toward the kitchen area, picking up on the stirs and sizzling pan on the other side of the wall. Curious, she makes her away around the corner.

Joel was sitting at the corner and then there was you stationed up at the even. That was surprising to her. You rarely ever got a change to visit due to your workload in the greenhouses. So you being there, so early in the morning, was a warm welcome.

Ellie gasped, calling your name and running up to you. You hadn't even gotten a chance to say or take notice of her before her arms were wrapped around you.

"Morning to you too", you joke, patting the top of her head. “Your food is on the counter by the way.”

She pipes up and turns to look over at the untouched plate next to Joel, a growing excitement running across her face. Eggs and Bacon, "Oh fuck yeah"! She releases you and slides into the seat next Joel. She rubbed her hands together thrilled that she didn't have to eat oatmeal again.

Picking up her fork, she was about to take a stab at her food but Joel nudged her arm. She looks at him and watches as his eyes and head motion in your direction. His face displayed somewhat disbelief, like she had done something wrong. Ellie didn't understand what he wanted from her, couldn't she enjoy herself for once? It clicked for her after a few awkward moments, "OH! Thank you."

You glare over your shoulder at her, nodding as you finish up plating your own food. After your gesture, she begins to gorge down on her food, manners be damned.

Through Ellie's muffled chewing, Joel wipes away at his mouth with a napkin. He pushes himself to his feet and grabs his plate too. He walks over to the sink, dumping his plate in. "You didn't have to do all this”, he says, pointing out your cooking.

You shook your head, your lips curling up, "No it's...I don't mind doing this for you two”. Besides, Ellie told me you tried making my finest last week.”

“Ok,” he starts, feeling put on the spot. He tried explaining, “That was…”

“...a terrible attempt,” Ellie remarks with a satisfied 'mph' as she bites into her food. “I’ll give you props for trying, but man it was burnt to a crisp.” 

He widens his eyes at her, the girl’s focus back on the last bit of food on her plate. She couldn’t just butt in and then leave the older man stranded, left with you glancing at him, awaiting an explanation. 

“She’s funny, ain't’ she?” Joel tried making a smooth recovery but his embarrassment was as clear as day. 

You gave the man mercy, instead of toying with him further, “Next time you need a chef, Miller. Just ask,” you patt the man’s chest, slipping right by him to take a seat. Fuck, he loved when you touched him. 

Ellie finishes up only wishing she could have some more. “Are you gonna come later,” she asked, already knowing what the answer would be. “Don’t think so. Got a lot to do today, probably not getting home until after dark.”

Slightly bummed, she hums, taking out her dismay by pushing her plate away. You just never had the time these days, it was disheartening for Joel and Ellie since you were about the only person in Jackson who made them feel welcomed; aside from Tommy and Maria.

“If it makes you feel better, I can walk you to school,” you suggested, granting you a smile from the girl. Every chance she got was a win. “Joel?” 

The man looked in awe, “Sure I was…going to pick up something at the store anyway”. There was a level of uncertainty behind his voice, a lie perhaps? You didn’t bring it up just happy you’d get a bit more time with Joel. 

They packed themselves to leave, you reminded Ellie to check her bag for all the essentials she needed. She assured you that she had everything she needed, brushing off your concern as ‘parental instincts’.

No matter, the three of you were out of the home and walking through the neighborhood. Each one of you trailing slowly, subconsciously using the snow on the ground as an excuse to keep extending the conversation; to slow down your pace. 

Only thing was, this method only made splitting with you painful. Preventing the inevitable worked that way whether the two liked it or not, you’d be gone for sometime. 

They made a stop on the sidewalk, deep into the town of Jackson where everything was booming with working people. It was time to split and say they're farewells. 

“So, when can we see you again,” Joel asked. 

You shrugged, “I can make time in a few days. Someone should be covering for me sometime this week.” 

Joel nods, rubbing his enclosed hands to warn off the cold and the lonely feeling that'll come about in your absences. Still, he had something, that was better than nothing.

“We should watch a movie, you heard about Vansien Viper 3, everyone at school is talking about it. I really really wanna watch it.” Ellie pronounces.

Your eyes widen, “I’m down. Sounds like it could be good.”

“I’ve heard the first one is good but that the second one sucksss,” she leans her head back to exaggerate her point. 

Joel scoffs, “I’m sure it ain’ that bad. I…haven’t ever finished watching the second one yet but that could work too. We don't have the actual cd, do we?”

Ellie establishes, “Don’t worry about that, I got us covered.”

What did she mean by that exactly, her smug tone made bells go off in Joel’s head, she was up to something. He raised one of his brows, seeing if he could discern her words. “And how exactly do you plan on doin' that," he asked.

The suspicion in Joel was evidently rising, she said more than should’ve been said. It was time to call it quits. Ellie quickly swept you into a hug, completely ignoring Joel’s question. She lets you go before backing away, the girl says goodbye to you, picking up her pace as Joel takes a few steps toward her. He tried to call for her but she dipped around the corner of a building, out of view and completely away from being confronted. Chasing after her would just be embarrassing, especially in front of you.

“Have some faith in her Joel,” you jokingly poked at him. 

He turned to you shaking his head; a smile crawling up his face, “Don’t tell me you’re on her side.”

“Whatever she is up to, I’m sure it won’t be troublesome.” 

For all you knew she could be bribing someone into giving her what she wanted, likely mimicking the stories Joel would tell her during his days in the Boston QZ. Joel wouldn’t want her following his old ways.

You let out a heavy sigh, “I should get going though, don’t wanna hold you up much longer.” Ironic you say that since Joel felt it worked the other way around. However, the man's presence was nearly enough to make you discontinue your duties. Joel nodded, upset you had to leave, he wasn’t going to let you go without sharing a kiss. 

He pulls you in by your arms and locks his lips with yours, lingering on your taste knowing he wouldn’t be with you for some time. Standing there, some people were likely looking on momentarily before going about their day. Except for one person, Ellie. 

She pretended to run off, giving the impression that she was off to school. She instead was peaking just around the corner she’d hid behind, curious if Joel had separated from you. The opposite was true, she was witnessing what your dynamic truly was for the first time. You two weren’t just close friends, as she initially believed, but rather lovers. It all made sense though, the small gestures, the look you both gave each other; she must’ve misinterpreted them, somehow.

She pulls herself back into full cover after seeing the both of you release one another. She let the two of you share your moment together, beginning to finally head to school. She couldn’t stop thinking about the possibilities of your relationship with Joel. Could it mean that you might move in with them, if so then how soon? Ok, maybe she was getting ahead of herself, still her thoughts bombarded her. You and Joel as her guardians, if there was something in the commune she could get used to, that was one of them.

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[hanbxnn]

girlll,, what about this idea where we all know mammon is teased by his brothers and seen as incompetent or always messing things up here and there. but the fact that he’s the second most powerful demon of the bros shows, he’s not some baby that always needs saving. his brothers are teasing him and mc stands up for him, he appreciates it and later on that night dotes and kisses on them in thanks. but it’s like a switch flips and he starts getting rough, and turning mc to putty in his hands to also let them know that he isn’t incapable and how powerful he really is but rarely shows

enough is enough

paring: mammon x gn!reader tags: hurt/comfort (?), slight angst, swearing, kisses, suggestive, sexual tension, love bites, dom!mammon notes: dom mammon has me hdfhwhedihwgb if the responses for this is good i might turn it into a longer fic c:

it was infurtiating.

to listen to the same shit the brothers spout every night at the dinner table as if it was a normal everyday occurrence.

the grip on your spoon tightened by the second without you even noticing, to hear such degrading and pointless words over what should be a peaceful and joyful time of catching up with one another.

mindless rambles immediately quietens the moment you slam your hand down onto the table, unable to take another second within the suffocating conversation.

"don't you guys think you're going a bit too far? the jokes stopped being funny after the first time you guys said it." you lifted your head to scan across the room, watching everyone's shocked expression turn towards you.

"even if mammon has the patience to listen this, i really don't have it in me to entertain your guys bullshit." you cleared your throat as you stood up, pushing the chair back as you glanced down at your half eaten plate of food.

"sorry, i've lost my appetite. you guys can eat my leftovers, if not, put it in the fridge and i'll eat it if i get hungry later. i'm calling it early for tonight." not bothering to spare anyone one last glance before you made your way out of the dining hall.

it was only when you got back to your room were you to finally able to take some deep breathes to calm down.

you weren't the type to get angry often but it just goes to show how much you had to endure to get up to this point. you couldn't even begin to imagine what mammon was feeling seeing as how the time you had spent with the brothers were merely a single fraction of the time he had.

you shook your head at the thought, deciding to check up on him a little later after you've cooled down enough to let you talk rationally without your emotions taking over.

thinking that it'd be best to freshen up first, you headed into the shower in hopes that by standing under the hot steam, you'd be able to clear your head a little.

after the shower, you hummed a soft tune as you put on your pajamas, glancing at the time and wondering when it would be best to make your way to see mammon for the night.

though your thoughts were put on a halt when a knock at your door catches your attention.

'speak of the devil and he shall appear' you thought to yourself amusingly as you opened the door to reveal none other than the mammon himself.

"come in." you smiled as you lead him inside.

mammon, being the familiar guest he was, sits down on the edge of your bed and only gives you a moment to close the door before tugging you to sit beside him once you were within reach.

you allow the silence to fall within the room first, waiting as mammon pieces together what he wanted to say in his mind without giving him the sense of any urgency.

just as his thoughts falls into place, he takes your hands within his, lifting your gaze until they met with the sincerity of his. "thank you. thank you for stickin' up for me."

you couldn't tell what broke your heart more, the fact that mammon seemed to be speaking so soft with hidden questions unasked behind his words, questions like 'why' and the elaboration of your whole reasoning for your outburst, or his genuine gratitude for something that was a given.

you gave out a soft sigh, squeezing mammon's hand as you brush your thumb over the insides of his wrists.

"you don't have to thank me for doing what i should have done a long time ago," you continue to speak as mammon begins to tug you into his embrace, pulling you onto his lap where he could bring his arms around your body. "i know you say it doesn't bother you but that still doesn't make it right."

your fingers untangle from his, bringing your hands up to brush through mammon's hair, playing with the shorter strands that lay at the back of his neck.

"compared to you guys, i'm not strong at all but i still have the power to say something if i don't believe the situation is right."

silence falls over the both of you as you watch as mammon just gaze longingly into your eyes. his replies to you were received in soft patient kisses that gradually begin to turn feverish in nature.

you gasp into his lips at the sudden change of tension in the air. before you could process what was happening, mammon had already flipped the position, pressing your back firmly onto the bed as he continues his trails of kisses along your face.

"yer have no idea how much it turns me on to see you stick up for me, it's cute really." he mumbles against your collar, his voice rumbling deep into your core, creating a heated ache in your lower abdomen.

"i think you forget sometimes that i'm the second eldest but it's alright, my love. i'll be sure to remind yer while i pay back my thanks with interest."

as he strips you of your clothes, his body cages over yours, holding you down with just enough force that you could wiggle your way out of, if you had really wanted to, but his heated gaze leaves you pliant and docile in his hands.

the sudden switch of his usual jokingly playful side felt like whiplash, taking the oxygen in the room and leaving you almost breathless.

all you could do with pant heavily, holding in soft whimpers as mammon drags his teeth along the side of your neck.

this was one of the very rare moments in where you could feel the amount of power that mammon really has.

the fact that he wasn't even in his demon form but solely exerting his dominance through his presence alone brought shivers down your body.

you felt like a mere puppet in mammon's hands with the way you moved and bend at his command. with just one swift movement, he molds you in the position he wanted.

his tongue mapped around your body as if he was following a treasure map, marking down coordinates with blossoming love bites.

as he hooks his hands around your knees, bringing them up to your chest as he forces your body to bare itself just for his eyes, he leaves light pecks along your cheek before meeting your eyes that were blown with lust as he rocks his erection against your crotch.

"deep breaths, pretty baby. i'm gonna take my time ravishin' yer tonight and remind ya why they call me mammon."

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[deartouya]

A MORNING WITH YOU — KENTO NANAMI

tags: domestic fluff, gn!reader, 471 words, really simple but i also,, i'm in love with him now i think. one drabble was all it took. very unedited so if you see a mistake,, no you don't.

It's early. Too early, but it's become routine. You stand in front of the counter, replace yesterday's flowers with the ones Kento cut when he first woke up, and start the over complicated process of brewing his coffee.

He'd gotten into the process--the lifestyle, you'd joked--of coffee during the holidays last year. You'd bought him an expensive pour-over brewer and beans that he ground himself for his birthday and it took him a month to finally use it correctly. Many mornings were spent resentfully drinking too bitter coffee, bitter enough that no amount of cream or sugar could fix it.

But you both had it figured out now, always using the chipped and cheesy mugs Satoru had gotten for your wedding gift. Chunky, suspiciously handmade, and the cliche sayings half rubbed off from use.

"I need your help, darling."

You huff affectionately, giving the bouquet a final fluff and setting down your mug. Kento stops before he reaches your bedroom door, turning on his heel to watch you hurry down the hall. His eyes are warm--soft and open--in the way they always are when he looks at you.

It's another part of your routine, one that's wholly indulgent and unneeded. "Ken, what would you do without me?"

He hums, smiling softly as you gesture for him to lean. "Mhm, I suppose I'd never be able to wear a tie again," he teases, bending so you can grasp at the undone ends around his neck. He knows how to tie one, despite the lie he'd told you years ago. He liked having you so close, having your fingers skim his throat and breath warming his cheeks.

"Aww, couldn't have that, honey, you look too good all dressed up." Your hands brush their way up his neck, catching high cheeks between your palms. You take a moment to stare, smoothing stray hairs away with your thumbs before dotting a final kiss to the bridge of his nose.

"Okay, my turn to get ready now." His arms tighten, belting you closer as you attempt to wiggle away from him. "Ken, I only need to put my shoes on!"

Even as he releases you Kento doesn't move far, warm palms slipping down your arms as you bend to scoop up a shoe. He tucks your own hand into the crook of his elbow, whispering a soft careful as you balance to slip on the sneaker and repeating it for the other.

You're flush against him once you're right again, nose running up the length of your neck, "I get off early tonight so I'm planning on cooking dinner-"

"Mhm, just keep the kitchen intact."

"Funny. But text me what you want, i'll pick up groceries on my way home." you speak softly, fingers curling in the short hair of his nape, turning your head to kiss his cheek.

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[baronessblixen]

O Holy No (5/10)

Today's prompt: secret Santa faux pax

Summary: Scully and Mulder make it to her apartment but… something feels off. (wc: 1,701)

Tagging @today-in-fic

Their cab drive home to her apartment might have been the most awkward moment she and Mulder have ever shared. Neither knew what to say. Whenever they caught the other one glancing over, they giggled, blushed, and looked away again. They held hands until his got too sweaty and he let go to covertly wipe it on his pants. Their cab driver, if he spared them any thought, must have believed they’d only recently met each other.

Mulder’s hand landed on the small of her back when they got out and walked into her apartment building. The snow had stopped by then and merely a few flurries remained.

The elevator ride upstairs felt just as stinted and Scully began to wonder if maybe they’d made a mistake after all. Inside her apartment, it was warm and she asked Mulder for his coat, the smell of cold winter air and their first kiss woven into the fabric. She closed her eyes, breathing it in, convinced Mulder wouldn’t notice. Except he had. She had blushed, offered him a coffee, and disappeared into the kitchen. And that’s where she still is, hiding.

“Must be entertaining,” Mulder says, walking into the kitchen, startling her. He points at the coffee machine, where the dark liquid slowly drips into the glass carafe. “Is it okay if I join you?” His smile is disarming and welcome, so she nods. They stand side by side, watching the machine work its magic. Silence settles over them again, uncomfortably. Scully wrings her hands, trying desperately to think of something to say. There are days when they talk with their mouths open, half chewing their lunch because there is so much to say. Now, after their first kiss, when there should be nothing but elation, there’s only this.

“I should have gotten you a new coffee machine,” Mulder says, and Scully turns around, slapping his chest in the process.

“Gifts!” she exclaims. “We can exchange gifts like we were… we were going to do that last night.”

“Um, I didn’t think of bringing it with me,” he admits, touching his neck and giving her a sheepish look.

“I can wait,” she says softly and for the first time in a while, she feels normal around Mulder. She touches his wrist and the same electricity she experienced earlier today rushes through her. Her eyes find his and once more, all her worries evaporate. Only Mulder has that effect on her. The anxiety falls from her shoulders and she finds herself laughing.

“What’s so funny?” he asks, sounding amused.

“This,” she says, gesturing between them. “Come on. Let’s do something that feels normal.”

“I hate to break this to you, Scully, but no one would describe either of us as normal,” he jokes, his breath tickling her neck because he’s that close.

“Shush now,” she says, taking his hand and dragging him into the living room. The Christmas lights bathe him in a soft, golden hue and she catches herself losing focus for a moment. He’s grinning, removing a small Santa hat from one of the reindeer figures she’s displaying on her mantle and putting it on his head.

“I’m ready for my present,” he says, sitting on the couch with his hands folded in his lap. She wonders if that’s what he looked like as a child. Curious and excited to unwrap a treasure. The thought warms her heart. And it breaks it, too. One day he lost it. The excitement vanished from his eyes much like his sister had. Yet, here he is, his eyes once more full of wonder and happiness.

“I, um, have three,” she says, blushing slightly. She reaches for one that she’s put under the Christmas tree. It’s the one she was going to give him yesterday. “Here you go.”

“Thank you,” he says with a sweet smile before he tears the wrapping paper. The smile on his face never leaves, not even when he sees what she got him. He laughs out loud, unfolding the tie with the tiny alien heads on it.

“They’re gray,” Scully says.

“I can see that,” Mulder replies, his finger tracing the heads. “I love it, Scully. I can’t wait to wear it at work. Skinner is gonna love this.” He lifts his head and she sees that his joy is genuine. It’s one of two silly gifts she got him. She’s not sure she’s quite ready to give him the other one yet. Lost in thought, she barely notices him leaning over and pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. This isn’t the first time he does this, but it’s the first time his lips linger. Her eyes fall shut and her lips seek out his, craving the connection. They don’t need to talk. They’ve had seven years of verbal foreplay. Now it’s all about this.

When his hand sneaks under her sweater, she shivers and moans into his mouth. He said he didn’t bring her any presents. She begs to differ. This here – him – is the only present she wants and needs. And she can’t wait any longer. She breaks off their kiss, temporarily mesmerized seeing his lush lips she’s just tasted, and which he licks.

Scully tugs at his sweater, begging him to help her. He’s just as eager as she is and his sweater comes off. As soon as it’s gone, her mouth is back on his, and her hands are on his naked stomach where his undershirt has ridden up. Her hand is on its way to his jeans when the doorbell rings. Their mouths come apart and they stare at each other, their hair as wild as their eyes.

“Are you expecting someone?” Mulder asks her and she shakes her head.

“My mom isn’t going to be here until tomorrow morning.”

The doorbell rings again and Scully uses Mulder's shoulder to get up from the couch. She gets on tiptoe to look through the peephole and gasps when she sees who it is.

“It’s Skinner,” she whispers, panic in her voice and on her face.

“What is he doing here?” Mulder gets up and joins her, checking the peephole just in case. The doorbell rings again and they both startle.

“You need to hide,” Scully says.

“Why? We’re not doing anything.” She tilts her head and gives him a look. “Well, we're not doing it at work.”

“You really want to greet Skinner with that erection, Mulder?” They both look at the prominent bulge in his pants and finally, he relents.

“Fine,” he grumbles and she watches him disappear into her bedroom. Only when she’s sure he’s hidden does she open the door, hoping she looks presentable.

“Sir,” she says, faking a smile. “What are you doing here?”

“We need to talk,” he says, sounding serious and Scully’s heart plummets. “Can I come in? It won’t take long.” She closes the door behind Skinner and hopes Mulder will behave for another five minutes.

“May I ask what this is about?”

“It’s a somewhat delicate topic.” Skinner clears his throat and she notices the small bag he has in his hand. “As you know, the FBI has organized a Secret Santa.”

“I know,” she says slowly. She was his Secret Santa. She got him a bottle of expensive whiskey, not knowing what else to get him. But how did he find out the gift was from her?

“Well, I know they are supposed to be secret but… I think there was a slight mix-up.” He reaches into the bag and takes out a very familiar garment.

Oh, fuck.

“I don’t think this was supposed to be for me.” And he’s right. He hands her the pair of boxer shorts that she got for Mulder. They’re a deep forest green with a few paw tracks on them and the word “Sascrotch”. She thought it was funny and she knew Mulder would, too.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” she says, trying to hide the shorts away from sight. “I don’t know how this could have happened. Wait… that means your actual present is still here.” She throws the shorts behind the couch, unable to look at them any longer, and grabs another present from under her tree.

“This is for you.” He is reluctant to take it from her. “I promise it’s the right one this time.” She’s crimson, her whole face on fire. So is Skinner’s.

“Thank you, Agent Scully.” Ever the polite Walter S. Skinner. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas to you as well, Sir.” She opens the door for him and luckily, he seems just as happy to be leaving.

“And Merry Christmas to you, too, Mulder,” he says a bit louder. Scully thinks she might start hyperventilating. She finds she can’t say anything or deny Mulder’s presence so she just puts on another smile and gently but firmly ushers him out of her apartment. When the door falls shut, Mulder peeks his head out of her bedroom.

“You think he knew I was here?” He’s grinning. “Hey, it’s okay, Scully.” He walks towards her, taking her into his arms. “I think he knew about us before even we knew.”

“It’s not even that, it’s- it’s the gift.”

“What gift?” So he hasn’t heard everything.

“There was a mix-up with the Secret Santa gifts,” she says, walking to the couch and picking up the discarded boxer shorts. “I got Skinner a whiskey bottle but I must have confused it with your other gift.”

“What is it?” Mulder is too curious to stay away.

“Please keep in mind it was supposed to be funny.” Scully hands him the shorts and watches his face as it turns into a beautiful grin.

“’Sascrotch’?” He beams at her. “Thank you, Scully.” He leans forward and kisses her softly. No corners this time, but fully on the lips. It ignites her fire again, making her quickly forget about Skinner. “Do you want me to model it for you?” Mulder asks with a waggle of his eyebrows.

“Later,” she says quietly, kissing him again. She takes his hand and leads him back into her bedroom. Before she sees him in those boxer shorts, she wants to see him without any clothes at all.

#fictober2023 #oholyno #have a bad day? write fluffy fic #i had fun writing this so i hope you have fun reading it #msr #xf fanfic #my writing #my fic

[nieves-de-sugui]

15 people, 15 questions

I got tagged by @wanderlust-in-my-soul and @isaksbestpillow a few days ago. Thank you! It makes me really happy 🥰

1. Are you named after anyone?

Yes. After a Spanish actress and someone else I think. My parents liked the name so they gave it to me.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Yesterday, when I went to my friend's mom funeral. it was a very sad moment.

3. Do you have kids?

Not yet. I definetly want to have kids someday. It's a little funny to me, because it's the only thing I am 100% sure I want in my life, everything else is a blur. I tend to be a very indecisive person.

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

As a hobby I have played tennis, in my early youth. I have sort of lost that ability since. I want to take up Badminton but I don't have money or time. I don't know if martial arts count, but I also did Taekwondo. I really miss it... but the same problem persists.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Yes. Very often, as a joke mostly. I also might use it if I'm angry, then I become a little cruel. Thankfully I very rarely get angry.

6. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Generally how they look. Whatever is most eye catching, ig. Then I pass onto personality pretty quickly.

7. What’s your eye color?

Brown with a tiny little bit of green. Very tiny, but it's there.

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings. I have enough bad things happening in my life to seek them out in fiction. Particlarly, scary movies tend to tire me physically because of how much tension I have in my body. I like a good scary movie, but they're so rare I don't generally go looking for them. Happy endings give me life, but good endings do even more. I would choose a sad but good/logical ending over a happy/illogical one. Let's just put more care into the final product and I'll stop complaining about current movies or shows xD

9. Any talents?

I do not know if they're talents (I have a hard time seeing them as such) but I guess I have a few. I can draw and sing pretty well, sort of play the cello, memorize lyrics pretty easily, guess how a song is gonna go pretty fast, understand other people's feelings and actions, comfort people, cry lots anywhere and in front of anybody... To say a few xD

10. Where were you born?

Spain~

11. What are your hobbies

I consider a hobby something you make, so stuff like watching shows or reading wouldn't count as such. I watch A TON of shows, and read some books. But I would like to have a manual hobby, like sewing or something like that. I guess drawing might count? But latetly not really. I am currently in search of a hobby. I want to go back to cello classes, and dance classes... but money....

12. Do you have any pets?

I do not. And don't plan on having any. I hate finding hair around me (even my own hair). Idk why but it drives me crazy. I like my friend's pets but I don't think I have the energy required to have a pet.

13. How tall are you?

Like average. I think 5,3 ft would be the american equivalent.

14. Favorite subject in school?

History, Literature, and English, iirc. I'm a humanities gal.

15. Dream job?

I don't really have one? I just want to find a job in my field, and then see what I want to do. Idk if the path I've chosen is gonna be good but I think I'm gonna like it. I just need someone to give me a chance :)

This was an interesting game. I hope it's easier to know me like this. I love to make friends on this site :3

Tagging @xagan @0ffgun @gunsatthaphan @emotionallychargedtowel @elilmwenseni27 @emil-luvs-satur @takeadeepbreathandexist @thelonelyweavergirl @nahaluk @thewayofsubtext @ranchtastic @raktae @belladonna-and-the-sweetpeas @italianpersonwithashippersheart @lun-rambles invinting you to play if you feel like it ❤

#tag game #this was fun #hehehe