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꒰ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 : 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐳𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲-𝐚𝐭-𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞… ꒱

word count: 950 contains: domestic fluff, crack, my shitty writing strikes AGAIN zayne x female!reader note: guess who's brainrotting again!! 🥰 I haven't posted for l&dps in a hot minute so uh here y'all go (those requests are still sitting in my drafts bro im so sorry 😔) masterlist

⟡ …is fairly uneventful. but it’s the kind of unexciting lull that’s peaceful, not boring. you get up in the morning, turn the ac on, lay out his work clothes and shoes and towel for his morning shower, before heading to get the coffee machine going. you don’t mind having to get up so early in the morning for him; making his bento lunch boxes full of food that would be bound to get him through the day. zayne treats you like a queen, his hefty paycheck leaving more than enough for him to arrive home with a little bag from some expensive jewellery shop, presenting you with either a lovely gemmed pendant, a dazzling pair of earrings or stylish bracelets.

⟡ …is relaxing. when he leaves for the day, you having helped him into his coat and him bidding you goodbye with a long, loving kiss, you get to blast your favourite songs and get on with what housework that needs to be done. once the chores are completed, you can chill for the rest of the day—sometimes, you just settle for being a couch potato and binge your favourite dramas with an entire tub of ice cream, maybe do some baking (i.e., chocolate brownies or cake that zayne adores), or you head out to do some grocery shopping, treating yourself along the way.

⟡ …is amusing for those around to see. from time to time, zayne is rather in a rush and forgets to pack his lunch box that sits on the bench, ready for him to take. this provides you a perfect excuse to visit him at the hospital, tapping on his office door at a certain time when you know he’s free—which is, of course, lunchtime. the idiot usually works through his lunch break. the scolding he receives upon your arrival always has him quickly turning off his computer and obeying your orders.

“you forgot your lunch box again this morni—” looking up, zayne sees you standing frozen in the doorway, his blue bento lunch box in your hands, staring at him with this expression of pure disappointment that immediately tells him what’s coming. resigning himself to his fate, zayne steels himself for a lecture in 3, 2, 1…

“how many times do i have to tell you to actually take a break when it’s break time?” slamming the lunch box down on his desk, zayne watches his wife plant a hand on her hip and jut a finger at him, then the bento box. “do i have to come down here everyday to monitor you like a fussing mother hen? i’m going to start calling you at twelve pm, on the dot, if you don’t get your act together, zayne!”

slipping his glasses off, he reigns in his annoyance and reaches for his bento box. he can smell the still-warm food within it, and his stomach instantly rumbles in hunger. eating meals made by you is always a highlight of his day. “no need, my dear. i’ll set a reminder—”

“rubbish! you said that last week when i barged in here, catching you spending more time with your damn computer and documents than you do me.”

“love, you need to understand that i have a lot of work that needs doing—”

“of course i understand that! but whenever you skip your lunch breaks, you come home grumpier than usual, you grumble at me when i don’t do something right, and complain of a headache! it also sends your evol off kilter, putting you in danger! i hate to be that one nagging wife, but sometimes it’s like i’m taking care of a seven-year-old who refuses to eat his brussel sprouts, and then wonder why he’s not getting any taller.”

so zayne did as he was told and ate every morsel in that bento box under your strict, watchful eye. dr greyson ushers the other interns away from the office when he heard you two ‘arguing’, the young kids snickering to themselves at the sight of the unapproachable, frigid chief cardiac surgeon zayne hastily obeying his wife’s every order.

⟡ …is sometimes stressful. zayne occasionally has these vigilante tendencies, roaming around the alleyways way past his due hour home and wiping out all these wanderers without sending you a single text about it. it leaves you absolutely worried sick, and the beratings he receives immediately upon his arrival home are ten times worse than the ones he’s subjected to when he forgets his lunch box.

⟡ …means there are ‘terms and conditions’ established. he makes the money, but you run the shop. your shared apartment is spacious and very modern, yes, but there’s still quite a lot of vacuum cleaning and window-washing to do. zayne respects that you’re the woman of the house, and never misunderstand that your marriage is a mutual effort. you both love each other very much, and you hardly ever fight (apart from petty arguments over who’s doing the dishes tonight). just because zayne works all day does not mean he doesn’t have to pull his weight around.

⟡ …means his days off are spent sleeping in, making love, and spending what time you have together preciously. you’ll go out to eat or go for a walk along the beach. he’ll tell you about his week, you’ll comfort him over the patients he couldn’t save. it never helps that he always beats himself up over it. no matter how much you try to tell him it wasn’t his fault, that sometimes there’s only so much he can do, he’ll always feel responsible. zayne may seem like a cold, unfeeling man, but he’s likely the most empathetic, humane person you’ve ever met.

it's the RATE at which feminism leaves my body whenever this man shows up 🙏

I apologise for this, it was written on a whim when I am supposed to be studying for my history assignment due next week!! 🥰 oh well <3

and I'd just like to say this - if this has already been done before, then I can tell you right now that I did not know. I don't want to have another anon enter my inbox saying "erm actually this is really similar to [this person]'s post 🤓☝️" and basically accuse me of being a plagiariser. because I wrote this, as I said, on a whim while eating my avocado on toast after doing my dailies on l&dps, not after reading some other author's fic and going "hey im gonna write that", because bro ☠️ that's crazy. so if it is similar to someone else's, I apologise! I genuinely did not know (I can't stress that enough) 💛

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joelsgreys · 1 year

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loved her first

Post Outbreak! Joel Miller x Female Reader

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summary: It's been two and a half years since you and Joel left your baby daughter in Bill and Frank's care; when a surprise thunderstorm strands the two of you in Lincoln for the night, you unexpectedly witness Joel bond with her.

warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI. hints at Frank's deteriorating health condition, he is not bound to a wheelchair quite yet; glimpses of girldad!Joel, babygirl name reveal, angst, mention of Sarah. time jump to 2023, takes place a few months prior to Ellie coming into their lives.

word count 5.5k

A/N: um...this turned out to be more angsty than planned.

April, 2023

You watched her as she twirled around in front of the flower bushes, a small smile tugging lightly at the corners of your mouth.

Frank had mentioned before that she absolutely adored flowers; he’d also told you about how she loved being outdoors and how she would gladly, happily, abandon all of her dolls and other toys in exchange for frolicking outside. You’d had a difficult time believing him on that, but there you were, sitting just a few feet away, witnessing first hand with your very own eyes that it was actually true. She seemed to be having the time of her life spinning around and around in front of the array of colorful roses, petunias, and begonias that Bill and Frank had planted around the house right after the winter season had come and gone. It was so incredibly innocent, so endearingly pure, a beautiful sight that you already knew you would be constantly replaying on a loop in your memory for the rest of your life—memories of her were all you had. It wasn’t enough for you, though, not even fucking close; the memories of your daughter you took home were what kept you from losing your sanity, but they were nothing compared to what you actually wanted, which was to be her mother.

Because you were her mother.

You held back a small sigh, your gaze still locked on every part of her.

She wore the sweetest, springtime dress that surely must have come from the boutique—light sky blue with an intricate eyelet embroidery, a sash made from the same exact fabric tied around her waist into an adorably perfect bow at the back of it. A pair of darling, strappy white ballet flats adorned her tiny feet, and although Frank had put her into a soft, knitted white cardigan to help keep her warm against a sudden and unexpected chilly afternoon breeze that swept through the town, the child had sneakily shrugged herself out of it when she noticed he wasn’t paying attention. Noticing the dark, gloomy clouds that began to slowly but surely make their way over the neighborhood, you stood up from the table and walked over to the spot on the front lawn, right beside the porch, where she had discarded her cardigan.

Picking it up, you lightly dusted it off and made sure it was clean. You then called out to her, gently. “Hey.” You smiled as she stopped in her tracks mid-spin, looking over at you with curiosity. You beckoned her over with your hand. “Come here, sweet girl.”

She skipped over to you, and you instinctively lowered yourself to her eye level as you spoke to her.

“The sun is gone.” You pointed up towards the skies. “That means it’s time for you to put this on so you don’t get cold. Okay?”

She wrinkled her little nose, but agreed, “Okay.” She held her arms up and out to you, as if to tell you to put it on for her.

You helped her back into it, though you left it unbuttoned so as not to cover up her pretty dress. “There we go. Don’t take it off again, okay? At least not while we’re outside.” You noticed a slight look of mischief cross her features and playfully pointed your index finger at her. “I am being so serious, young lady. Promise me that you won’t take it off?”

“I won’t,” she swore. Though she spoke fairly clearly now, she still had hints of toddler pronunciation; she could enunciate several words but she was still learning to properly talk. “Promise I won’t take it off.”

You reached out, briefly touching her soft cheek. “That’s a good girl,” You murmured, letting your thumb sweet across her satin skin. Every single part of you longed for even more contact with her, you yearned with every fucking fiber in your entire being to take her into your arms and hold her close; however, there was a very fine line that was not to be crossed, much less when Bill and Frank were sitting just a few feet away. You gave her cheek a light, teasing pinch and finally found it in you to withdraw your hand away from her face.

She grinned at you and a deep, prominent dimple appeared in her left cheek. You’d first noticed it during your visit on her first birthday.

There had always been something new for you to notice during each visit; a new tooth, an additional inch to her height, the way her face was no longer as round and pudgy as it had been when she was an infant. This time around, it was her hair that had caught your attention. It fell in long, dark brown waves to just about the middle of her back.

Her voice broke into your train of thought. “Can I go play now?”

You nodded and rose to your feet. “Of course, sweet girl. Just be very careful, alright?”

“I will.” She bobbed her head up and down at you and then went right back to her twirling, letting out an adorable giggle at the way the skirt of her dress swayed along with her movement.

You made your way back over to the table and took your seat. Picking up your glass of red wine, you took a quick sip before glancing over at Frank and remarking, “Her hair’s gotten really long.” You took another sip and then set your glass down, abandoning it in favor of the white pearl that hung from the silver chain around your neck. Holding it gingerly in your hand, you thought back to the day Joel had given it to you a little over two years ago. Presenting you with your daughter’s birthstone to carry with you had to have been one of the most loving, incredible things that he’d ever done for you. It was your most prized and cherished possession and although he didn’t like you wearing it outside of the apartment, it’d been a year since the last time you had taken it off. Anyone who tried to jump you for it would get a blade lodged into their skull. “Has she had her first haircut yet?”

“Nope. She refuses to let me anywhere near her with a pair of shears. As soon as she sees them in my hand, she runs,” Frank explained. He offered you a small, fatigued smile. He’d briefly mentioned to you the night before he hadn’t been feeling all too well over the last few days, but he still insisted that you and Joel still make the trip to Lincoln for lunch. “She calls it her princess hair—she said she wants to grow it as long as Rapunzel’s.”

You hummed. “Long hair suits her,” You told him after a minute. “Doesn’t it, Joel?”

You were met with no response and turned to glance at Joel.

He sat beside you at the table, sipping silently on his glass of wine; he hadn’t seemed to have heard you, and for once, it wasn’t because the hearing in his right ear was failing him. Joel hadn’t heard you because he was too distracted. His eyes were fixed intently on the toddler, and even when you reached out and touched his arm in an attempt to get his attention, his gaze remained latched onto her. He looked on with a mixture of different, conflicting emotions—of them all, it was sadness that took center stage. Joel often tried to keep his own feelings under wraps, for your sake, more than anything. He was your partner and he was your protector, he was your shoulder to lean on and the glue that, despite the circumstances, held everything together somehow.

He kept it all from crumbling down. For you, always for you.

You appreciated Joel trying to hold strong for you, but you wished he wouldn’t, not when you knew he was hurting too—hurting over Sarah and hurting over the daughter that was right there in front of him, but whose life he was missing out on. She was growing quickly, changing so fucking much each and every time he saw her, and he could hardly stand that he wasn’t around to witness it. Glimpses of her and her life were all that you and Joel were given, and you know that killed him as much as it killed you.

“Gracie!” Bill said her name in a scolding tone. He’d been sitting in his chair with his back to her, but he knew exactly what she was up to; he had developed something of a sixth sense when it came to her. “You just had lunch, you’re going to make yourself sick if you don’t cut that out! You’d better come and sit your little butt down right now or it’s a timeout for you, missy!”

She stopped for a second, smirked at his back, and then continued to twirl around.

Joel snorted into his wine, amused by her rebelliousness.

“Honey, come on. Be good and listen to daddy.” Frank glanced tiredly over his shoulder. “You don’t want to make yourself dizzy, do you?”

Gracie stopped and let out a teeny, frustrated huff; just seconds later, a white butterfly garnered her attention and she took off across the front lawn, chasing after it.

“Jesus,” Joel muttered, shaking his head. He set his wine glass down on the table and leaned back into his chair. “Does she ever get tired? I’m exhausted just from watchin’ her run around.”

“She’s been so energetic lately,” Frank said. He picked up his fork and pushed his vegetables around on his plate; you’d noticed that he had hardly eaten any of his meal. “Sometimes we can hardly keep up with her. But the bright side of letting her run around is that when bedtime comes around, she’s just about all tuckered out. Isn’t she, Bill?”

Bill scoffed. “If we’re lucky. The kid’s like the damn Energizer Bunny.”

You giggled. Looking over at Gracie, you noticed that she was in one of the bushes and your smile faded slightly. “Oh, um, she’s—” You stopped and simply nodded your head over in her direction, worried that she would get into the roses and accidentally prick herself with a thorn.

Bill looked over his shoulder. He sighed, “She’s digging in the flowers again, Frank.”

“Oh Gracie, honey please don’t pick the flowers—”

But it was too late.

She stepped back from the bush, clutching a tiny handful of Frank’s beloved white begonias. She then ran over to her parents; she first handed a flower to Frank and then one to Bill, who, despite trying his best to keep a stern face, cracked the tiniest of smiles as he accepted it from her.

“It’s so hard to put her in time out when she does things like this,” Frank chuckled, shaking his head. He smoothed her hair back from her face, lovingly tucking it behind her ear. “You’re just the most innocent little troublemaker, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

Gracie gave him a tiny nod, and he let his hand drop from her hair as she turned around and walked around the table towards you. Falling into step beside your chair, she held up a flower for you.

Your entire body radiated with a pleasant warmth as you took it from her. Taking the side of her face into the palm of your hand, you leaned down and gave her a quick kiss on her cheek. “Thank you, sweet girl. I’m going to keep this forever and ever.” And you would. You planned on pressing it into a book the moment you arrived back in the QZ.

She smiled at you and then she let her gaze flicker curiously over to Joel. You could see her debating it over in her mind—besides the polite little hello that Frank would push her to say whenever you two came over, Gracie rarely ever interacted with him. She wasn’t afraid of him, but even at the tender age of two, she could sense the man’s quiet and serious nature and she knew to keep her distance. It was something of an unspoken, mutual agreement between the two of them; Joel always kept his distance from her too.

After a minute, she finally plucked up some courage and squeezed past you. She went up to the side of Joel’s chair and placed her tiny hand on his bare forearm, giving it a gentle pat as if to call for his attention.

You could almost feel the way he momentarily froze, stiffening beneath her touch.

“Gracie, don’t—” Bill started to say, however Frank held a hand up to stop him.

“Wait, Bill,” he said, quietly. “Let her.”

“Here,” Gracie uttered softly, holding out the last begonia to him.

Joel’s heart had all but leapt up into his throat. His fingers trembled ever so slightly as he lifted a hand and accepted it. When he spoke, he sounded almost breathless. “Thank you.”

“It’s pretty,” she told him, shyly nodding at the flower now in his hand.

“Very pretty,” he agreed. He paused briefly, then touched it to the tip of it to her nose. “Just like you.”

Gracie beamed at him.

Just like you and your momma, he wanted to tell her. Of course, he knew better than to say such a thing out loud in front of Bill and Frank.

“Gracie, honey, what do you say when someone says something nice to you?” Frank prompted her from across the table.

She looked at him, then bashfully turned back to Joel. “Thank you.”

Before anyone could say anything else, a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, and seconds later came the crashing sound of thunder.

Startled by the loud noise, Gracie let out a small yelp and found herself in between Joel’s legs, tugging desperately at his denim shirt. Before his mind and body could even make the connection, he picked her up and hoisted her into his lap and she buried her face into the crook of his neck, a small whimper escaping her.

Bill and Frank exchanged a look of complete shock with one another.

Even you watched on with your lips parted in absolute bewilderment.

You’d only ever seen her in his arms once—when she’d been a newborn.

“It’s alright darlin’,” Joel soothed her, lightly patting her back. “It’s nothin’ but a little bit of thunder. It’s tellin’ us that the rain is comin’ soon, and you know what that means?”

Reluctantly, Gracie pulled her face out of his neck and looked up at him with her dark brown eyes—the very same dark brown eyes she’d inherited from him. “What?”

“More flowers,” he whispered to her, giving her a small grin.

“Really?” she squeaked excitedly.

“Oh, speaking of the rain, here come those April showers.” Frank held out his hand, having felt the first drop. Before he could even utter the warning for everyone to move inside, it suddenly began to pour; the rain came down hard and fast, as if someone up in the clouds had turned on a garden hose. “Everyone in the house!”

Bill helped him out of his chair, slipping an arm around his back. You noticed him struggle alone to help Frank and quickly hurried around the table, taking his other arm, and the both of you helped him up the lawn towards the house.

Joel stood up with Gracie still in his arms; he hurried towards the house behind the rest of you, using his hand to shield her from the rain as best as he could manage, though she ended up getting soaked, just like everyone else.

Once inside, he set her down on her feet. Another round of thunder struck, rattling the walls of the house.

Gasping, Gracie threw her arms around Joel’s leg.

Bill raised an eyebrow, pushing his drenched hair away from his face. “I’ve never seen her get this close to you before.”

“She’s just spooked, that’s all.” Joel cleared his throat awkwardly and reached down, carefully peeling her off of him. He placed his hand on her back and gently nudged her towards him. “Go to daddy.”

“Well, that’s a nice lunch ruined,” Frank sighed heavily. “Gracie, let’s get you upstairs and changed into dry clothes.” He reached down to pick her up, but struggled lifting her into his arms, a problem that you had never seen him have before; a bizarre expression crossed his face and he turned to Bill. “Help me carry her upstairs to her room?”

Bill nodded, picking her up. “Come on, kiddo.”

Crestfallen, Frank watched him as he carried her up the staircase.

“Frank? Are you okay?” You couldn’t help but ask, placing a hand on his arm.

He nodded, forcing a small smile. “I’m fine. I think I just need some rest.” He noticed the skeptical expression on your face and before you could ask him again, he changed the subject. “You two are more than welcome to stay and wait for the storm to pass before heading out.”

Several hours later, and the torrential downpour continued on with no signs of stopping any time soon.

“We’ll be fine,” You assured Frank as you began looking in your pack for your windbreaker. You found it in the top zipper, and pulled it out; although it would hardly do anything to shield you from the cold and heavy rainfall, it would have to do. “Wouldn’t be the first time we’ve been out and about in a storm like this.”

“Nonsense,” he said, taking the jacket out of your hands. After taking a long nap earlier that evening, he appeared to be in better spirits. He still appeared tired, but he seemed to be moving around with more ease, an indication that he had gained a bit of his strength back. “You two can spend the night down here in the guest bedroom.”

“That’s very kind, Frank. But Bill wouldn’t like that.”

“I already talked him into it. He’s not too happy, but as usual, he’ll get over it.” Frank saw you about to protest and he held up a hand. “Can you just make this easy and graciously accept the offer please?”

You chuckled. You had known him for a few years now and you knew the man was as stubborn as stubborn could be. “Alright, alright. We’ll stay the night.”

“Good.” Frank smiled and handed you your jacket back. “The guest bedroom is down the hall, second door on the left. Make yourselves right at home. If you need anything, just let me know, alright?”

Joel nodded, taking your hand in his. “We appreciate this a whole lot, Frank. Thank you.”

“Of course. You two get some sleep, alright?” He bid the two of you a final goodnight before disappearing upstairs.

With your hand still in his, Joel led the way down the hallway towards the bedroom. He opened the door and flipped on the lights; the room was on the smaller side, but it was still decently spacious, at least for you it was, especially when compared it to the tiny bedroom you and Joel shared with Tess in the QZ. Frank had furnished it with gorgeous antique furniture that you were almost certain he’d refurbished on his own. What really caught your eye, however, was the bed in the middle of the room; it was a large, queen sized bed decorated with a soft, red and gold duvet and matching pillows.

“I’m so used to that old, ripped mattress we have back at home,” You remarked with a small laugh.

Joel squeezed your hand. He was thrilled to have the chance to sleep in such a comfortable looking bed, but more importantly, he found a sense of relief that for the first time in a long time, you would be able to lay in clean sheets and rest your head on a soft pillow. “Looks like we’ll both be gettin’ a good night’s sleep for once.”

Grinning, you tilted your head up towards his, your lips meeting his in a kiss. “Guess being stormed in has its perks,” You murmured against his mouth. You dropped his hand and stepped away from him, pulling your pack off your shoulders and placing it onto the bed. Unzipping it at the top, you opened it up and started rummaging around inside of it, hoping that you had a spare t-shirt that you could sleep in. As Joel started doing the same, you couldn’t help but remark, “Gracie seems to have taken a sudden liking to you.”

He quickly shook his head. “I don’t think so—”

“Joel, she gave you a flower.”

“She gave everyone a flower,” he reminded you. “Not just me.”

“What about the way she just jumped into your arms?”

He scoffed. “The thunder startled her and I was sitting closest to her. She would have jumped into the fuckin’ Boogeyman’s arms if he had been closest to her.”

You rolled your eyes at his ridiculousness. “Okay, what about the fact that she wanted to sit next to you at the dinner table tonight? Or how she decided to introduce you to all of her dolls one by one?”

Joel paused from digging into his pack, his jaw clenching slightly as he mulled over his thoughts in hid mind. “Do you think Gracie senses somethin’ about me?” he asked you quietly after a minute or two of silence.

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Why are you asking me that? Do you think she senses something about you?”

“I’d sure as hell hope not. Wouldn’t make Bill and Frank too happy. In fact, it would move me even higher up Bill’s shit list. I can tell that he wasn’t all too happy with the way she was clingin’ to me earlier.” Joel sighed and finally looked up, turning to you. “She looks so much like us, you know. The older she gets, the more I can actually see it. She’s equal parts you, equal parts me. Makes me worry about her noticin’ it someday.”

“Joel, she’s a toddler for Christ’s sake. It’ll be years before that could even happen. And sure she looks a lot like us now, but as children get older their features start to change and—” You stopped, realizing Joel had stopped listening to you.

His eyes were fixed on something over your shoulder, his lips parted slightly.

“Joel, what are you—?” You turned around.

Gracie stood there at the door of the bedroom, which the two of you had left open. She was barefoot, wearing a light pink nightdress; she held her hands behind her back as she simply looked at you and Joel.

“Gracie? Sweetheart, what are you doing out of bed? How on earth did you get down here all by yourself?” Your heart squeezed in your chest when you realized that she could have easily fallen down the stairs and gotten hurt.

“Think she’s got somethin’ there, baby,” Joel noticed. He walked over to her and lowered himself down to one knee in front of her. Although he was sure Bill wouldn’t be dumb enough to leave one of his guns or other weapons lying around unsecured, part of him couldn’t help but worry about what she had in her hands. He held out his hand. “Can I see what you’ve got there, little darlin’?”

She nodded, almost eagerly, and showed him the object she’d been holding behind her back—a children’s book.

You let out a small breath of relief. “Oh thank god.”

Joel took it from her. “Goodnight, Moon,” he read the cover out loud, feeling his heart sink deep into the pits of his stomach. Looking over his shoulder at you, he let out a sharp exhale, as if some unseen force had just knocked all the wind out of his lungs.

Concerned, you placed a hand on his shoulder. “Joel? Are you okay?”

Though clearly he wasn’t, he nodded and turned back to Gracie.

“Read me the story?” she asked him shyly, shuffling from foot to foot.

“Frank already read her a bedtime story,” You explained to him, giving his shoulder a squeeze. “He said he only allows her one a night.”

“Well, that’s a stupid fuckin’ rule,” Joel muttered, though he had been loud enough for you to hear.

“Joel!” You snapped, swatting at him with your other hand. “Don’t say that word in front of her!”

Joel almost laughed. “She’s two and a half years old.”

“Yeah, and probably parrot at this age,” You pointed out. “Please, just mind your mouth around her? We don’t need her picking up your rich vocabulary.”

“Bedtime story? Please?” Gracie chirped hopefully, interrupting the two of you.

Joel let out a small scoff. “You expect me to say no to that sweet little face? Not a chance.” He turned back to her. “Alright, I’ll read it to you. But you have to promise me you’ll go to sleep right after. Promise?”

She nodded excitedly. “Promise!”

Your stomach churned. “Joel, are you sure this is a good idea? I don’t want Bill and Frank getting upset with us—”

“It’s just a bedtime story,” he said. Holding the book in one hand, he rose to his feet and then scooped her up into his arms. He walked out of the bedroom and started up the staircase with you following close behind. As soon as he reached the top of the stairs, he asked, “Which one’s hers?”

You hesitated before answering, “Second door on the right. Joel, I’m not sure about this.”

“You act like we’re committin’ a fuckin’ crime.”

“First of all stop cursing around her and secondly, we may as well be committing a crime!” You hissed, lowering your voice. “I don’t want to break any boundaries. If Bill gets pissed enough, he could potentially never let us see her again!”

Joel shook his head. “Baby, for the last time, it’s just a fuck—it’s just bedtime story,” he quickly caught himself before another curse word could escape him. “Can you just relax? We ain’t doin’ anythin’ wrong.”

You’d never seen this side of Joel before. Usually, it was him trying to be the voice of reason, it had always been Joel telling you to use your common sense and make the right decisions, and here he was, being so stupidly stubborn.

He opened the door to Gracie’s bedroom and flipped on the lights. It looked like any ordinary little girl’s bedroom—a canopy bed, matching white furniture, a corner strewn with all kinds of toys and a bookshelf packed to the brim with fairytales in another. What surprised you was how the plain white walls had been brought to life with hand painted, large scale wildflowers that surely had to have been done by Frank.

“Daddy’s flowers,” she said, pointing her finger.

“He paints the prettiest flowers, doesn’t he?” You prompted her.

She nodded her head. “Mhm.”

“C’mon.” Joel walked over towards her bed, perching her on his hip as he reached out with his free hand to pull her covers back; he then gingerly laid her down and pulled them up to her chest, tucking her in. “You warm enough, babygirl?”

Gracie nodded. “Yes.” Her eyes suddenly widened. “Teddy!”

“Teddy?” Confused, he furrowed an eyebrow and then glanced down at the stuffed brown teddy bear beside his boot. “Oh, Teddy. How did he get down here, darlin’? He’s supposed to be up here with you.” He picked the bear up, placing it right beside her. “That’s better.”

Anxiously, you dropped down into the white wicker chair beside her bed as Joel kneeled on the opposite side. His dark eyes glazed over the book in his hand, and even from where you sat, you could see the sadness flash across his face, subtle, but detectable. Before you could ask him what was wrong, he opened it and thumbed to the first page. Clearing his throat, he began reading to her. “In the great green room, there was a telephone. And a red balloon. And a picture of a cow jumpin’ over the moon…”

Gracie lingered on every word, her big doe eyes wide with fascination in the most endearing way.

You finally managed to relax and leaned back into the chair, watching the scene before you with a delicate smile on your face. Your hand instinctively went to your necklace, and you rolled the pearl between your thumb and your index finger as you drank in the sight of Joel reading to your daughter.

His daughter.

“Goodnight moon, goodnight cow jumpin’ over the moon…”

Gracie yawned and began blinking furiously.

You could tell she was trying her hardest to stay awake to the very end, but Joel’s deep voice was effortlessly lulling her to sleep.

“Goodnight stars, goodnight air, goodnight noises everywhere.” By the time Joel read the last sentence, her eyes had fluttered closed.

“And she’s out.” You lowered your voice so you wouldn’t wake her.

Joel closed the book and placed it on her nightstand. He stared at her and reached out, lightly touching his index finger to her cheek. “If you would’ve asked me two and a half years ago if I thought I’d be tuckin’ her into bed and readin’ her a bedtime story someday, I’d say you’d lost your damn fuckin’ mind.”

You laughed softly and nodded. “Oh, I know.”

“You think she’s happy here?”

Your smile faded slightly. “Of course she’s happy here. Wearing pretty dresses, picking flowers, chasing butterflies across the front yard...”

“Yeah, I guess that was a stupid question,” Joel muttered, rising to his feet.

You stood up from the chair and walked over to him. “Bill and Frank are doing a great job at raising her under the circumstances. She’s happy, she’s healthy—and they love her so much, Joel.”

“Too bad she’ll never know that we loved her first,” he murmured.

“We did love her first.” You reached for one of his hands and took it in your own, lacing your fingers together with his. “But this is the way things have to be and we both know that.”

Joel let out a hesitant sigh. “That book she brought me to read to her,” he started to say, his voice breaking slightly, “That book was the first book that I ever read to Sarah when she was a little girl.”

You squeezed his hand tightly, your heart aching for him. “Joel...” You stopped and swallowed the thick, emotional lump that had risen in your throat. You said nothing else and reached up with your opposite hand, cradling his cheek in your palm.

“She was two years old, just like Gracie is now.” His voice wavered again and it was taking every ounce of strength he had inside of him not to crumble in front of you. He placed his hand over yours on his face. “You know that dimple in her left cheek?”

You simply nodded.

“Sarah had that exact same dimple,” Joel whispered. “Same side, same place too. And the way Gracie acts, she reminds me so much of her when she was that age. The way she smiles, the way she giggles, it all reminds me of Sarah.”

It almost shocked you, the way Joel was mentioning Sarah—the last time he had talked about her was that night in the apartment almost three years ago, when you had brought her up during an argument and it had only added fuel to the fire. You remembered being heavily pregnant with Gracie then, and Joel had confessed that he would probably never be ready to talk to you about the daughter that he’d lost. To hear him even utter her name to you again came completely out of left field.

“Maybe your sweet little butterfly sent you something to remember her by,” You told him, nodding over at the sleeping child.

Joel closed his eyes for a moment, tilting his head further into the palm of your hand. After a while, he finally opened them again and broke the silence. “Do you remember the day we left her here?”

“How can I not? It was hardest day of my entire fucking life.”

“You said that comin’ to see her, it wouldn’t be enough. That it would never be enough.” He paused, remembering, “I said it would never be enough for me either.”

“And?”

“We were right. This ain’t enough,” he admitted. “And every time that we leave here without her, it hurts just as much as it did on day one.”

“I know. Trust me, I know.” You blinked back the warm tears that had sprung to your eyes.

After spending a while watching Gracie as she slept, you and Joel decided it was time to head downstairs back to the guest bedroom to try and get some rest. Each of you took a turn to kiss her goodnight before shutting off the lights and quietly slipping out of her bedroom, closing the door behind you.

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reixtsu · 6 months

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Wanderer Meeting Scarameow

Wanderer x gn reader (gender is not specified)

You/your pronouns used

Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: You and your partner Wanderer were cuddling in a rainy day until you heard scratching at your door.

On a rainy day in Teyvat, the idea of your teapot experiencing rainfall never crossed your mind. The steady pattering of raindrops outside created the perfect atmosphere as you and Wanderer cozied up together within your home.

Snuggled on the warm couch, you played the role of the big spoon while Wanderer nestled as the small spoon. His head rested comfortably on your chest, his closed eyes radiating contentment. Wanderer's uncharacteristic affection was a pleasant surprise, a welcome change from his usual snarky remarks that seemed to be his default language.

While the cozy ambiance enveloped you, a faint scratching at your door abruptly caught your attention. Your heart skipped a beat, panic welling up inside you. You raised your head to inspect the door, and the scratching persisted. Oddly, it didn't carry a menacing tone; instead, it was a shallow, almost pitiful sound.

Curious, you began to rise from the couch, but Wanderer promptly stopped your attempt. "Hey, where do you think you're going?" he grumbled, shooting you an annoyed glance with one eye.

"Wanderer, did you hear that scratching?" You softly murmured into his ear, your fingers unconsciously toying with his deep blue locks.

The man grumbled, adjusting his position to rest more comfortably against you. "Didn't hear it, don't care," he mumbled before pressing his face into your chest.

You sighed, attempting to sit up, though it proved to be quite a struggle. Wanderer persistently pushed you back down as you fought to rise. If only he could be clingy all the time.

"Wanderer, let me-"

"No."

"But-"

"Do I shower you with affection like this often? Forget the noise and relish this moment of my love," Wanderer mumbled, his lips gently brushing the tip of your chin.

You nibbled your lip, struggling to refrain from showering him with tender kisses. He was being adorable – an infrequent yet strong card he played when he didn't feel like being his usual snarky self. Even though you yearned to stay on the couch with your beloved, the scratching continued, accompanied by a pitiful meow.

"Did I hear...a cat sound?" You mumbled to yourself, finally managing to sit up entirely, much to Wanderer's displeasure.

"Well even if you did, it's pouring outside!" Wanderer whined, another uncommon occurrence. You made a mental note to tease him for such later. Despite his protests, you gently freed yourself from his cozy embrace and made your way to the door. Wanderer sighed reluctantly, sitting up and running a hand through his hair as he observed you heading toward the door.

You approached your door with caution, and upon reaching it, you gingerly cracked it open to peek outside. To your astonishment, there was nothing to be seen.

"Huh?" You said in a hushed tone. You were about to walk away when you heard another meow.

"Mew," you glanced down and met the gaze of a dark blue cat with large, watery indigo eyes. The mere sight of the forlorn, rain-soaked feline stirred an immediate desire within you to care for it.

"Wanderer!" You called out, scooping up the cat and cradling it in your arms. You hurried over to your partner. "Look, it's a cat!"

The man in question merely squinted at the cat as you enthusiastically presented it to him. Wanderer shot a disapproving glance at the cat, mocking it with a scoff and a roll of his eyes. "It's just a silly, soaked furball."

You pouted. "Don't say that… He looks like you."

The expression of pure amusement on Wanderer's face was indescribable. He let out a scoffing laugh. "Don't be ridiculous. How does that cat look like me?"

"He just does," you shrugged.

Wanderer let out an audible sigh of disapproval. Nevertheless, he cautiously extended his hand towards the cat, hoping it would sniff him. To his dismay, the cat responded with snarls and hisses, prompting Wanderer to recoil in distaste. Just as he was moving his hand away, the cat angrily swatted at him.

"The hell?!" Wanderer grumbled angrly, rubbing the spot the cat swatted. He glared daggers at the cat as the cat retreated nonchalantly into your chest. His frown deepened, growing more and more disapproving of the cat.

"Oh, Scarameow..." You tenderly stroked the cat's head, cradling it like a distressed baby.

"Don't tell me... You've already bestowed that ridiculous cat with a lousy name?!" Wanderer gasped, aghast and disbelieving. He couldn't fathom how the cat was obviously manipulating you with its supposed 'cuteness'.

You expressed your disapproval with a hmph, giving the cat a gentle pat. The cat's damp fur was gradually seeping into your clothing, but you chose to overlook that for the time being. "It looks like you, so I'm naming it accordingly," you affirmed.

Wanderer gazed at you, a blend of disappointment and envy in his eyes. Although he wouldn't confess it right then, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of anger toward the cat for diverting your focus from him. He recognized the absurdity of his emotions, which is why he refrained from discussing them with you. Nonetheless, Wanderer crossed his arms and regarded you with an irritable expression.

"Fine. Do as you please," Wanderer grumbled. "But that cat is damp and odorous, and if you don't clean it up soon, you'll end up smelling just like that wretched feline."

You knew that beneath the annoying, indifferent exterior he was displaying, there was a hidden, but small, concern for the cat. You smiled at this idea, and walked away to the bathroom with a content smile.

"I'll be right back, love," You said with that angelic tone you always have when you're in a good mood.

Slightly perplexed, Wanderer let out a frustrated sigh as he settled back onto the couch. "Archons above, I can't stand how much I care about them. The lengths I go to for their well-being..." He muttered under his breath. While his choice of words was negative, the tone of his voice held a lighthearted quality, almost affectionate.

While Wanderer might not have a fondness for the cat, Scarameow, he had intentions of allowing you to care for it until the rain ceased. As long as you were content and he received cuddles and affection from you now and then, he figured he could endure the inconvenience.

Even for just a while.

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Author-kun's notes: This is my first Wanderer x Reader or Genshin Impact x Reader content that I have ever made! Being the simp I am (not???), I mostly read other's x reader work. Though I do write my own x reader content in Milgram and Bungou Stray Dogs, I wanted to write some Genshin content here too! I do love Wanderer with all my heart. He is the first Genshin character I saw and instantly fell in love with. I just gotta make sure he doesn't see my other waifus and husbandos. (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

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bby-deerling · 5 months

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Could I possibly ask for "don't you judge of my composure, cause i'm bothered every day" and Rosinante? <3

i want you to know that your mind???? perfect <3

this is my first time writing a full length fic for cora so i hope i got a decent handle on him

rosinante/corazon + who is it (nsfw, afab!reader)

18+, mdni, nsfw, wc: 821 masterlist

cw: afab!reader, size kink (duh, he's like ten gajillion feet tall)

The sky was murky and cloudy tonight, softening the moonbeams casting on your partner as he towered before you and shed his feathery coat. Whenever Rosinante returned to you after a mission, a sense of uneasiness bubbled in your veins; despite the way he trusted you with nearly every aspect of his true identity, he was tight-lipped about his trips away, and sometimes you couldn’t help but worry. Anxiety tore you apart when he was gone, worrying if he was injured, if he was even alive, or sometimes, rather irrationally, if there was anyone else. Above all, you simply missed him.

The tides of time inevitably erode at ones’ soul, carving and changing it irrevocably, and it always felt bittersweet to have missed out on the experiences that shaped your lover. Each time he returned to you, he brought back a handful of minute changes; his face was a bit more serious, his hands a bit more calloused, his clothes were a bit more tattered and singed, and making love with him felt like learning a novel variation on a theme that was burned into your memory.

His clumsiness, however, never faded, as he nearly trips over his own feet climbing into bed next to you.

You take the lead, unable to refrain from touching him any longer, climbing on top of him and cupping his face with both hands. His size had the unique ability to render you fragile; the mere sight of just how small your hands were on his face was enough to send a wave of electricity through your body, grateful for the way he was always so gentle with you despite the way he could break you between two of his fingers.

Lips softly pressing to his, long fingers entangle themselves in your hair, pulling you closer and deepening the kiss. A shiver runs through your spine as his other hand finds your waist; his warm palm sprawls across your side, and his fingers reach more than halfway around your stomach, another reminder of just how tiny you were compared to him.

When he sits up to align your hips with his, you feel swallowed whole by his presence; his back bends as he looms over you to hold you gently as he kisses you, and you both let out a shaky sigh when you roll your hips into his.

“You’re trembling.” he notes, eyes full of concern as he gently drags his massive thumb along your jawbone.

“I just missed you.” you whisper, taking a deep breath in an attempt to regain your composure and calm your shaking body.

“I missed you too.” he says, pressing a line of kisses from your cheek to the corner of your mouth, before devouring you once again, this time more desperate and passionate.

His sheer size meant he always took his sweet time with you, easing you into being able to take him. A single finger by itself required a fair amount of teasing in order to prepare you, but it was a task he reveled in, eager to open you up for him. Two of his fingers curling against your sweet spot is nearly enough to split you in half, but his movements are careful and loving. He holds your safety—and your heart—in his hands; in return for your vulnerability, he gives you his soul bared raw on a silver platter.

Grinding against the heel of his palm as he continues to massage you with his fingers, he brings you to your high, walls fluttering around his massive fingers. It’s messy and drawn out, soaking him in your slick; despite the fullness his fingers provided, you craved more.

“I’m ready for you.” you say, still catching your breath, heartbeat in your ears. He nods and frees his cock; it’s impossibly large and thick, and still makes your heart skip a beat in pure shock no matter how many times you have seen it before.

He throws his head back and lets out a deep exhale as you slowly sink yourself onto him. Taking as much of him as you can, you whimper when you feel his cock kiss your cervix, and he rubs gentle, reassuring circles into your hips. You rock against him hesitantly, allowing yourself to adjust to being stretched out this far for the first time in ages. He’s soft with you, rubbing circles into you clit and whispering praises into your ear in between kisses. The anxious whispers that had clouded your mind in his absence melt away, standing no chance compared to the sensation of how visceral and loving the way he unraveled you was.

A beam of moonlight peeks through the clouds and shines through the window, illuminating the two of you melting into each other. The sands of time could keep you apart and change you little by little, but your love existed on another plane, pure and untouchable.

#one piece x reader #x reader #corazon x reader #donquixote rosinante x reader #rosinante x reader #one piece smut #mdni #i hope this isnt too ooc

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lancermylove · 8 months

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Only in a Towel (HC)

Fandom: Obey Me

Pairing: Demon brothers x gn!Reader.

Warning: Suggestive.

Prompt: You walk into his room to see him walking out of his bathroom only in a towel.

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Prologue:

The door to his room creaked open, but no sounds came from inside his bedroom. Taking a step inside, you looked around, but he was nowhere in sight.

Right on cue, he walked out of his bathroom. For a brief moment, your eyes met, but soon enough, your gaze followed water droplets traveling down his toned body. He only had a towel wrapped low on his hips, tight enough to where you could trace the outlines of everything under the cotton cloth. Heat rushed to your cheeks as you struggled with an important decision - should you continue to stare or look away?

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Mammon's face turns so red that there is steam coming off it.

He quickly covers his "defined outlines" with his hands while figuring out where he can run. He turns around to return to the bathroom, but his towel comes undone.

As Mammon is running away into the bathroom, you have a good view of his cute and exposed derriere.

Lucifer's lips curl into a smirk, one of his eyebrows raising.

He truly enjoys seeing your crimson face, and purely out of curiosity to see your reaction, Lucifer reaches his hands to his towel and undoes it.

As you squeal, turn around, and run away, you can hear Lucifer laughing wholeheartedly in his room.

Levi's mouth drops. He quickly looks at you and looks down at his towel before crossing his arms over his chest and frantically looking around the room.

He pushes his gaming chair out of the way and hides under his desk.

Clearing your throat, you say, "Too late, Levi...you dropped your towel, and I saw everything. Everything." After that, you giggle and skip out of his room, leaving his head spinning.

Satan stares at you with wide eyes and opens his mouth like he is going to say something, but no words come out.

As he sees you scanning every inch of his body, he smirks. This is the perfect opportunity to tease you, and he does just that. "Would you like me to satiate your curiosity? You may like what you see underneath."

Hearing your loud squeal, Satan laughs, but he can't deny that he is embarrassed to be caught by you in this state.

Beel is startled to see you and feels slightly uncomfortable but doesn't try to hide anything. You gulp hard as you notice his water-droplet-covered chest.

Then he notices you looking down at his towel and wonders if you really are that curious. Thinking he is doing you a favor, Beel removes his towel for you.

You squeal, but it's too late. You see everything, enough to give you a nosebleed and make your head spin.

Asmo is surprised when he sees you in his room but doesn't mind.

When he sees you staring at his body, he smiles. He takes a deep breath and poses for you before asking, "How do I look, sweetie?"

The next moment, Asmo towel drops to the ground, and a white light blinds your eyes. For weeks, you can't get the image out of your head and can't face Asmo, much to his dismay.

Belphie blinks his eyes without saying anything. His eyes are slightly wide as if he is trying to make sense of his situation.

He smiles at you and raises his arms, asking in a sleepy voice, "Is something wrong? Would you like a hug?"

When you run out of his room with a red face, Belphie is confused until he looks down and realizes he is only in a towel. He chuckles to himself, satisfied by your reaction.

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ynjeonghoney · 1 month

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beach, guess what? — kim mingyu (M) (filo au)

surfer sa umaga, diver sa gabi

✦ pairing: kim mingyu x oc reader ✦ genre: smut, filo setting ✦ word count: 15.4k ✦ warnings: contains profanity, oral sex (f and m receiving), unprotected sex

Reminders:

✦ minors dni! ✦ separate fiction from reality ✦ this au is purely fictitious and does not reflect the true personalities of kpop idols

The serenity of Siargao had worked its magic on your soul, offering a much-needed detox from the hustle and bustle of everyday life. Though you were sad to bid farewell, you knew that the island's ethereal beauty would stay with you, a cherished memory to revisit whenever the chaos of life became overwhelming.

This was your first solo trip, and you'd really miss it.

"O baka si Mingyu ang mamimiss mo?" Your best friend, Bella, teased on the other end of the call, her voice warm yet playful. And so, you launched into a vivid description of Mingyu - his sun-kissed skin, effortless charm, and the way his smile seemed to light up the entire beach. He truly embodied the definition of tall, dark, and handsome.

"Actually, katatapos lang ng surfing lesson ko sa kanya kanina," you announced to Bella with a hint of excitement. The thought of spending time with Mingyu made your heart race. You were willing to splurge just to catch another glimpse of his captivating smile.

"Surfing lesson lang ba, Ali?" Bella replied, her voice laced with laughter.

You playfully rolled your eyes at Bella, bringing a smile to your face. Indeed, it had been almost a year since you bravely walked away from a toxic relationship, and you were proud of how far you'd come. But there was something undeniably special about having a crush on someone. It felt like a sensation that filled you with happiness, as if you were the main character in a Korean drama.

That's exactly how you felt whenever you caught sight of Mingyu. There was a certain magic in his presence that stirred emotions you hadn't felt in a long time. With each passing moment spent with him, it felt as though the wounds from your past were slowly healing.

"Sige na, I'll call you later. Enjoy ka lang diyan!"

As the sun began to sink below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, you found yourself gazing at the breathtaking scene unfolding before you. It was a mesmerizing sight from the balcony of the house where you were staying. Sitting on the edge of your bed, you carefully folded each item of clothing, memories of your adventures in Siargao flooding your mind with nostalgia.

Your heart skipped a beat as you glanced at your phone. The idea seemed like the perfect way to cap off your trip. Without hesitation, you eagerly accepted the invitation. It was an opportunity you couldn't pass up.

But as your mind was filled with excitement, a nagging question lingered: would it simply be a casual drink, or did Mingyu have something else in mind?

You carefully sifted through your packed clothes, searching for the perfect outfit for the evening. Your fingers grazed over various options until they landed on the backless dress tucked away in your suitcase. With a mischievous grin, you decided it was just the right amount of sexy for the occasion.

After nearly an hour, a notification appeared on your phone, and to your delight, it was from Mingyu. He informed you that he was already in front of the house you were staying at. You glanced out the window and spotted him standing beside a sleek, top-of-the-line Ford Raptor.

As you went outside, Mingyu greeted you with a warm smile that sent a rush of emotions through you, and you couldn't help but admire how effortlessly hot he looked leaning casually against the vehicle.

"You look so damn fine, baby girl," Mingyu remarked, his voice filled with admiration as he appreciated your beauty. The compliment sent a shiver down your spine, his words igniting a spark of confidence within you. With a coy smile, you thanked him, feeling a flush of warmth spread across your cheeks.

"Baby girl ka diyan!" You playfully hit his arm.

He opened the car door for you, and as you stepped inside, you were greeted by the delightful scent of the air freshener hanging from the rearview mirror. Its aroma was a pleasant surprise, a fragrance that screamed Kim Mingyu.

It turned out that the bar was an hour away, but you hardly noticed the time passing as you and Mingyu engaged in lively conversation throughout the car ride.

Upon arrival at the bar, you found it bustling with people, predominantly tourists like yourselves. The lively atmosphere was infectious, with laughter and chatter filling the air.

You and Mingyu quickly took a seat at the high chairs near the bartender, who turned out to be Mingyu's friend. "Wons, two margaritas."

"This is Allison." Mingyu added, introducing you to his friend, Wonwoo.

"Girlfriend mo?" Wonwoo whispered with a playful grin, glancing between the two of you. "Alam mo bang ilang beses nireject ng mga babae itong si Gyu?" He added, sharing tales of Mingyu's romantic mishaps.

"Naka-jackpot ka, Allison. Solid magmahal si Gyu." Wonwoo's teasing elicited a playful swat from Mingyu, who couldn't help but laugh along with you.

All this time, you had been under the impression that this strikingly handsome man, with his charm and confidence, must have had a string of past relationships. However, to your astonishment, you discovered that this was far from the truth. In a candid moment, Mingyu shared a sentiment, "Never pa akong nagkaroon ng girlfriend, if that's what you want to hear," he confessed to you with sincerity.

As time passed, you found yourself getting to know Mingyu better through his fascinating stories. With every conversation came another round of drinks, and as the alcohol flowed, so did the warmth and intimacy between you. The tipsiness that crept over you had caused you to share your own stories in return. Despite the haze of alcohol that clouded your mind, you remained aware of your surroundings.

Mingyu noticed your condition and decided not to encourage further drinking. He understood that you still had to go home and wanted to ensure your safety. Mingyu gently intervened, suggesting that it might be time for you to call it a night. Grateful for his consideration, you nodded in agreement, realizing that it was indeed time to head home.

As you approached the car, Mingyu once again opened the door for you. Gratefully, you turned to face him, ready to express your gratitude for the unforgettable evening. "Thank you for tonight, Min—" Before you could finish your sentence, you were taken by surprise as Mingyu's lips crashed into yours, holding your waist and silencing your words in the most unexpected manner. You melted into the kiss, feeling things you hadn't felt in a long time.

With a bold move, you parted your lips, inviting Mingyu's tongue to explore the depths of your mouth. As your tongues danced in a passionate battle for dominance, your hands roamed freely over Mingyu's chest, tracing the contours of his muscles with eager anticipation. He slid into the passenger seat, his gaze fixed on yours. Without hesitation, he gently guided you onto his lap, and you straddled him while your bodies pressed intimately together.

As Mingyu gently broke the kiss, his breath came out heavy and labored, his chest rising and falling in sync with the rhythm of his breathing. His eyes held a magnetic intensity, as if he was delving into the depths of your soul and claiming every part of you as his own. "You don't know how much you made me hard, Allison."

Who would have known that his lips and gaze were more intoxicating than the alcohol you had consumed earlier?

His hand swiftly traveled beneath your skirt and underwear, igniting a wave of sensation that left you breathless. Simultaneously, his lips trailed a slow, deliberate path down your neck, planting gentle kisses as they made their way towards your chest. Each kiss sent shivers of pleasure through you, intensifying the sensation of his hand exploring beneath your clothing.

"You're already soaking wet, baby." His smirk revealed a mixture of satisfaction and anticipation, knowing that you were already drenched and ready for him. A soft moan escaped your lips as you felt Mingyu's fingers rubbing your womanhood. You couldn't ignore his aroused cock pressing against you as you locked your lips together. Slowly, you began to grind against him, feeling him groan against your lips with each movement.

Mingyu's hands ventured in a different direction and found their way to your breasts. He squeezed them gently, eliciting a gasp. With skillful fingers, he proceeded to untie your dress while you discarded his shirt.

He eagerly sucked one of your breasts, and you couldn't help but moan softly, feeling the pleasure intensify with each suck. Your fingers instinctively found their way into his hair, gripping it gently while your breath hitched with every sensation. Lost in the intoxicating rhythm of your bodies, the two of you surrendered completely to the ecstasy of the moment.

"Uhhh, fuck." You whimpered as his fingers rubbed your clit. The sensation was overwhelming, driving you to the brink of euphoria. Your eyelids fluttered shut as you arched your back, pressing yourself closer to him, desperate for more of his touch.

He quickly unzipped his pants, and your senses heightened at the sight of his engorged cock. It stood proudly, throbbing with desire, and you couldn't help but salivate at the thought of him inside you. The hunger in his eyes mirrored your own, his arousal evident.

"Paglaruan mo ako," you quickly obeyed, and with swift movement, he adjusted the passenger seat, creating enough space for you to kneel down. The anticipation hung thick in the air as you positioned yourself in front of his aroused cock. You leaned forward, licking the glistening precum and welcomed his cock into your mouth. Mingyu's eyes closed as you drove him insane.

"Shit! Sige pa, ang sarap uhhh-" Mingyu's arousal was palpable, his manhood throbbing with need as you worshipped him with your mouth. His body tensed with each movement, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The next thing he did was grip the back of your head and pressed you further onto his cock, causing you to gag.

"Putangina!"

After your mouth, comes your hand. You grip his shaft, pumping it up and down as you kiss him passionately. Your lips collide in lust, tongues dancing in a heated embrace as you stroke him with increasing urgency. With each stroke, Mingyu's moans grow louder, and his breath quickens. He can feel the tension mounting within him, a coiling spring of desire ready to explode. Every movement brings him closer to the edge, his body thrumming with anticipation as he chases the peak of pleasure.

"My turn." As Mingyu utters those words, you feel your core starved of him. You find yourself seated in the passenger seat as he takes the lead, his eyes filled with desire as he looks at you. With a bold and assertive move, he spreads your legs apart, parting them to get a tantalizing view of your exposed womanhood. He admires the glistening wetness between your parted thighs while his hot breath fans against your skin.

Mingyu wastes no time fulfilling his desire. He gently parts your folds, exposing your slick entrance before sliding two fingers. You gasp at the sudden intrusion, your body clenching around his fingers as he begins to move them.

As his fingers pump in and out of you, Mingyu's thumb finds its way to your swollen clit, rubbing it in firm, circular motions. The combination of his fingers thrusting deep inside you and the stimulation of your sensitive bud sends waves of pleasure through your body.

Mingyu licks his fingers, eager to taste every last drop of you. "You taste so fucking good."

Following his fingers, his tongue dances over the sensitive bud. The sensation is electrifying, each flick and swirl of his tongue driving you closer to the edge of euphoria. "Mmm, fuck ang sarap." Your body convulses, building the tension to an almost unbearable level. Mingyu withdraws his tongue from your clit, a satisfied smirk displaying on his lips.

The ache between your thighs grows more pronounced, aching to be touched and explored by him. He positions you on top of his cock, teasing his hardness against your opening. You can't help but gasp as you feel the tantalizing pressure of his member.

You release a deep moan as you feel Mingyu's cock penetrate your womanhood, filling you completely. You grasp onto his biceps, overwhelmed by his size inside you. The sensation of being stretched and filled sends shockwaves of pleasure, your walls adjusting to accommodate his girth.

You begin to ride Mingyu slowly, savoring every sensation as he fucks you. His hands find their way to your hips, guiding your movements with a firm yet gentle touch.

"You take my cock so fucking well, baby." Mingyu's gaze is fixed on your breasts, admiring the way they bounce with each thrust. His eyes drink in the sight of your body, his desire evident in the way he watches you with hunger and appreciation.

"Gusto mo talaga yung putang-puta ka?" He whispers against your skin as he trails kisses down to your breasts.

"Fuck me mercilessly, Mingyu!"

He aggressively quickens his thrusts, a surge of pleasure catapulting you into a realm of ecstasy beyond comprehension. You become a moaning mess in front of him, breathy cries of lust filling the air. Every movement, every sensation, sends you spiraling further into bliss.

"Have you fucked other girls besides me?"

"Nireject nga nila ako e. You're the only one I've ever been with like this, Allison."

Putangina, naka-jackpot nga ako.

You clench around Mingyu's hard cock, and a rush of indescribable sensations dawns on you. The feeling of fullness, combined with the friction of your bodies moving together.

"Mmm, right there!" His cock targets your sensitive spot.

"How can someone be this beautiful while being fucked?" Mingyu exclaims, his eyes devouring your body. You moan in response, unable to form coherent words.

The sight of you drives him wild, spurring him to pound on you with the remaining power he has as his thrusts become more urgent and desperate with each passing moment. You can feel the intensity building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter with each thrust.

"F-faster, Mingyu! Fuck!"

Mingyu can sense his climax approaching as his pace grows more aggressive. His voice, husky with desire, echoes as he reaches the pinnacle of pleasure. "I'm cumming," he utters. With each gasp, the tension in the air becomes palpable, thick with anticipation.

Mingyu breathes a groan and releases his seed deep inside you, feeling the warmth of his essence flooding and filling you, leaving you breathless. As Mingyu slows his pace, you can feel your heart racing as though it's about to burst. He leans forward, his forehead pressing against yours. And then, with a gentle brush of his lips against yours, he seals the moment with a tender kiss.

"Is this how you ask a girl out? Sex talaga?"

"Since you already mentioned it, might as well shoot my shot and court you."

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kikarouflames · 2 months

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♡Gloves on♡

❗Minors Do Not Interact ❗

Levi x f! Reader Smut

A/N: I am so fricking late for this sorry but please enjoy it anyways

Tags: glove fucking, fingering, rough sex, ass slapping, daddy kink, Suit sex, NSFW, actor!Levi, Shameless Smut

You look at the empty mug in your hand, then put it aside. It's late, I wonder if he is too busy with work today, thinking that and getting up to put the mug in the sink. You're wearing one of his oversized t-shirt with nothing but panties underneath.

The sound of the door creaking open catches your attention, he is home. He must be tired, you think worried about Levi and his bad habit of overworking, turning around and reaching the door, the sight that graces your eyes has your jaw dropping and mind in roaring thoughts of lust.

It's Levi in a black suit with a black shirt underneath clearly very expensive and matching tight black gloves, that suit goes too well with his pale complexion, he looks beyond the most beautiful and perfect thing ever, you can't do anything but check him up from top to bottom standing in there almost comically.

He looks at you and smirks, "you like what you're looking at, darling" his velvet deep low voice snaps the lustful thoughts while fueling more. Red color taints your cheeks as you respond ," well you do look really good, you are all dressed up what's the occasion, baby?"

He doesn't answer just yet instead he closes in the distance between the two of you, grabbing your waist with the gloved hand pulling you in, your heart skips a beat and then he catches your chin with another gloved hand to tilt you head back and meet your lips with his own, soon wrapping your tongue with his and kissing you breathless. His cologne smells so good, and the moment vanishes any thoughts in your head.

"It was for a photo shoot, the suit looked too good so I bought it" he answers pulling away but in hands remains where they were, you respond looking in his gray eyes, "oh, I can't wait to see the photos from the shoot babe"

He smirks, leans in again and whispers in your ears, "there is another reason" his hand travels from your waist to your ass as he starts feeling your butt through his gloves, the tight cloth feels good against your skin, he continues, "I had a feeling you would enjoy this look", you chuckle lightly, as you whisper back, " you wanted to fuck me in this suit" you put the hands on his chest feeling the fabric of his black suit as you pull away to look at him straight in those grays and say,"well then fuck me, daddy".

His eyes darkens with pure lust and need for you as his smirks grows wider, your thoughts get fuelled with fiery lust that spread heat across your body. Levi picks you up in a hurry and heads towards the bedroom, the fabric of his gloves feels nice against your thighs and you can only imagine how amazing those gloves will feel inside you.

He throws you on the soft mattress of your bed and then reaches to tower over you, he looks so desirable and ripe like the most delicious fruit from this view as you take in his suit clad form, you don't just wanna get a taste, you want to devour him and let him devour you as well.

He brings his gloved hand to his mouth as he tries to pry his glove off, as hot as the sight is you want those beautiful slender yet strong hands covered with tight gloves in your heated wet insides, so you get up and grab his wrist to stop him, he raises his eyebrow confused but you look at his handsomely confused features as you smirk and say seductively, "fuck me with those gloves on, daddy".

Understanding spreads on his features and he brings his gloved hand to your mouth, speaking in a voice that melts your senses, "whatever you want baby, I am all yours". The statement awakens another roar of lust inside you, you look at him with pleased and pleading eyes as you take two of his fabric covered fingers inside your mouth, even the bitter taste of the gloves is sweet in this moment. The increasing lust and heat between the two of you as you suck his gloved fingers with devotion and obsession, so hungry for him. He watches you with his patience thinning rapidly.

He takes his gloved two fingers out of your mouth, the saliva coats it's fabric. Pleased he says deeply, lowly, "good girl" and the next thing you know is your naked back is on the mattress , the oversized t-shirt and panties are on the floor and both your hands pinned by by his one gloved hand. He looks at you from above with a single thought in his mind to devour and claim every piece of you and reaches the same gloved hand you sucked and teases your pulsing folds moves his two finger up and down your slit and press and plays with your slit, the texture fabric of the glove on your sensitive skin leaves you whimpering mess in seconds.

He finally plunges his fingers deeply inside your fold pulling a shamelessly loud moan from you. He moves it inside of you with a unforgiving pace, rubbing the gloved fingers against the sensitive flesh as your walls clenches around it, the moans from you fuel the speed of his pace he covers your moaning mouth with his and embraces you in a hungry kiss as he continues to pleasure and torture your walls. His hold on your hands doesn't loose, your mind can't think of anything but feel the blissful burn of gloved fingers in your walls and moan Levi's name in need.

You need his length inside now the hand isn't enough to quench your thirst. "Daddy, please" you manage to say in a voice broken by lust, his panting and deep voice echoes back to your ears, "tell me what you want, baby" as he kisses and feasts on your neck, "tell me what you want me to do, darling" he says again as he presses down deep inside you rough, you have to muffle a loud moan.

"I want your cock, inside me, right now" you manage to say in middle of whimpers.

He kisses you breathless again as removes his gloved fingers, you sigh into the kiss at the loss of his touch.

He pulls away from you reluctantly as he let's go of your wrists and unbuttons his black shirt revealing his well built abs and muscles, towering above you he looks like a god that you would gladly workship in every way, but he doesn't completely undress as he had planned to fuck you in a suit. He unbuckles his belt and undresses his dress pants to take out his pretty cock, hard and flush. You look at it like a starved animal so hungry and needy, your folds wets at the sight then he takes out a condom from his suit's pocket, tear the wrapper with his teeth and puts it on, He looks hot doing that.

"Since you have been such a good girl, daddy will reward you" he whispers deeply, seductively. You can't help but moan lightly at those words, you whisper back, "yes , I am your good girl, please give me your cock, daddy" need glazes your voice.

He smirks down at you and reaches down to flip you on your stomach roughly, you whimper lightly, he grabs your hips and brings them to his cock, you muffle your need as you feel it's length rubbing your folds. He massages your ass with his gloved hand, oh you love the feel of it, and then he slaps your ass cheeks, not too hard but the sudden delicious burn of the glove's fabric against your skin made you yelp against the pillow he knows that you love it when he slaps your ass, his cock still teasing your watering folds. His other hand reaches to grab your chin to turn your head towards him, his eyes meet yours. They are dark stormy gray, swirling with lust and so ready to rattle your insides in thundering thrills of love making.

He slaps your cheeks harder, you moan and he asks, "Are you ready to take my cock, baby?" his velvet voice rains you with heat, "yes I am so ready, please give it to me already-" he pushes his head in and you moan at the sudden intrusion your insides clenches around him, he groans, "so needy for daddy, aren't you?" You moan back, "Yes". He slaps your ass again and finally pushes his length inside you heated wet wall as you both groan and let let go of your chin to grab both of your wrists roughly the burning feeling of gloved hand on your ass and now wrists as feeling his hot cock moving slowly, flirting with your insides drives you crazy.

He suddenly pulls your wrists and slams his cock deep into your folds, your eyes blow open and a loud moan leaves you, the sound encourages him and he moves with a impactful pace pulling out moans after moans from your lips, your face digging in the pillow muffling your moans as he rattles your inside, he bites his lips groans "Fuck, you feel so good baby, always so good at taking daddy's cock" relishing at the praise and his groans.

He thrusts harder using your wrists as leverage, his cock hitting your sweet spot mercilessly, the sounds of your love making echoes, swirling around the the two of you, he reaches down placing kissing on your neck and shoulder as his gloved hand roams and massage your body not slowing his passionate pace. He captures your moaning lips with his, he kisses you so feverishly, slipping his tongue inside to devour your mouth. You feel so good, the pleasure of it all takes you to what might be deemed paradise. The pleasure peaks as you feel his cock hit your sweet spot and you come down with a moan, he slows down his pace for you to catch your breath he sucks and bites your neck, " fuck, I am close too baby" his pace grows out of order soon he comes with a moan. Your knees give out and you fall on the bed almost lifeless but your head feels like it's in heaven.

He kisses you deeply and pecks you face taking his cock out and pulls away from you, you're already longing for the lost warmth again. He throws the wasted condem away strips down completely, from the corner of your glazed eyes you admire his well packed muscled body as he pulls you in close again, hugs and cuddles you and kisses your hairs and says in voice so gentle and soothing, "you're so amazing, I love you", the words are enough to steal your breath every rare time he says it , you turn and cuddle him back and look up to him with a smile, sofly replying back, "I love you too".

He looks at you with gray eyes as soft and gentle as sweet petrichor scented shower. He again pulls you in a sweet, loving and slow kiss. The two of you drift into a sleep after the night of love making, the warmth that radiates between the two cuddled bodies is enough fuel to make you feel alive.

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zwhoreo · 9 months

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You love luffy 👀❤️🥹

Ok ok! I LOVE it so much how you write him, my heart melts!

Luffy with a female reader who is just an Angel?! Like sweet, kind, gentle, funny but also damn strong?! Like he doesn't have to worry about her because he know she can and will kick ass?! He know he can count on her on adventure but also keeping check on time and knowing stuff?

Thank you! If you don't want, just skip

omg ty for the request and yeah..I LOVE luffy, so I took your prompt and turned it into a headcanon about why luffy loves you

why luffy loves you - luffy x f!reader

fluff

summary in request, a non-linear fic/headcanon of some of the reasons luffy loves you and thinks you’re the perfect girlfriend

words: ~ 900

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You’re with him because you’re his best friend. You’re with him because from the moment you joined the crew he felt loved, loved and appreciated in a way that was different, that was special. Luffy found kindness in you that made him want to stay close to you, to touch you, to go to you for help or comfort or if he found something interesting he wanted to talk about. It’s the way you greeted him every day, a sunrise smile, arms extended for a hug, that made him feel warm inside, your words of greeting so sweet to him that they stuck with him for the whole day, having him repeat under his breath your hi Lu, you look so nice today! so he can remember the way your voice rang in his ears. And now you’re with him and he can soak you in whenever his heart needs warmth.

Because you’re an angel to Luffy, he drinks you in with unblinking eyes, the way you come close to him and praise him with boundless sweetness, and once you’re together then those gentle caresses, he adores the feeling of those soft, strong hands on his shoulders, his face, his hair.

You’re this sweet to everyone, in some ways, but he’s not possessive unless you’re in danger or you’re sad, it just makes him happy. A light in the world needs a light in the world. You infect each other with the kindness you radiate, excitement and wonder you can share. He feels so comfortable with you and knows that you’ll be there to catch him when he runs into your arms, a ball of pure joy.

You’re this sweet to the crew who are all your best friends, just as Luffy hoped you would be, and he’ll be sitting in your lap or resting on you with an arm around your shoulder when you sit around the fire, or on the deck, or at dinner, your laughter a song to him, he loves the way you laugh and speak and he thinks you’re so funny, and he thinks everything you say sounds smart and interesting, even something mundane. He listens to you forever.

He finds you so endlessly perfect that he jumps at the chance to tell everyone about you, an “oh [name] is over there and she’s my girlfriend and she’s so pretty and she-” before you come over to gently shut him up with a hug and a kiss and a silent sorry to whoever he was bothering.

Luffy loves you because he can run over to you when you dock on a new island and say, “[name!] C’mon! We’re gonna go on an adventure!” and you’ll agree with just as much happiness as he’d expect one to feel when met with the unknown.

You’ve grown and learned to be so brave and strong, progress Luffy has watched with pride, as even at your weakest, when you’re scared or sick or hurt, you can put on a smile for him, make a promise of safety he knows you’ll keep. You inspire him, actually, you’re level-headed and reasonable so, when his anger overflows and he loses sight of himself, when he’s hurting inside and his expressions of it throw away plans and destroy tact, you’re there to lift him into a hug and bring him back to earth with your soothing whispers. He thinks it’s amazing how you always know what to say. He thinks you’re so, so smart.

You’ve saved his life, too, swept him from death at the last moments and defended him in battle, put your own life on the line and taken bullets, cannon fire, swords and knives. You’ve taken his hand and pulled him from danger, you’ve been the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, then, and especially as you’re there to hold him, to wipe away the blood and tears.

He can put his full trust in you, all his faith, his very life in your hands, with the fullest confidence. And he loves you, since you do the same for him.

But you aren’t like him, in many ways. You get frustrated, worried, fed-up. He’s a child, sometimes. He doesn’t know or care about the things other people normally do. But instead of retreating, giving up, letting it get the best of you, you turn that into more love. You’ll run around and play with him but you’ll gently stop him if one of you gets hurt or lost, you keep track of time and wear watches and buy maps so you can be a good girlfriend to him and keep both of you safe and happy. It seems like he doesn’t notice, or he whines when you tell him it’s time to go to bed or go find the others or stop eating, or whatever, but deep down he’s endlessly grateful, in his heart he notices every detail, turns it into warmth, makes sure to kiss you extra hard when he knows you’ve been trying a lot that day.

To Luffy, you are flawless and perfect. To Luffy, there’s literally nothing more you could give him to make him happier.

#luffy x reader #one piece x reader #luffy #one piece #one piece fanfiction #luffy x y/n #luffy x you #luffy fluff #luffy x reader fluff #luffy headcanons #luffy x f!reader #one piece headcanons

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sleepingdeath-light · 1 year

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yandere househusband hcs ; wally

requested by ; anonymous (09/05/23)

fandom(s) ; welcome home

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; wally darling

outline ; “maybe yandere househusband wally who wants to tend to everything but hates when y/n is away ? they get tired of it though and end up leaving regardless”

warning(s) ; references to panicked behaviour, possessive mentality, jealous character, stalking, thoughts of imprisonment, thoughts of career sabotage, thoughts of drugging/making reader ill

the day you got married was the happiest day of his life — if he were able to, wally knew that he’d have been practically sobbing from joy

he rewatches your wedding tape pretty much daily and his breath always catches in his throat and his heart skips a beat when the camera pans to you when you start walking down the aisle towards him

call him sentimental, but you’re the centre of his world and he’s not afraid to act like it

he thinks he’s the luckiest person alive because you chose him — believes that you’re far and away out of his league and he dreads the day that you realise it too

you’re perfect, you’re everything to him, and he’s just… him

this mentality means that he’s fucking terrified of losing you and will break down and panic whenever you’re out of his sight for even a moment

being in a different room in home is difficult enough, but you going out to work every week is as close to hell as he’d ever like to be

every morning that he wakes up in your arms is pure bliss — an excuse to shower you in affection and bask in every morsel of love that you provide him with — and he could happily spend hours in bed with you

laughing, whispering, cuddling, kissing, being together away from the world

but then your alarm goes off and the illusion is shattered and he’s met once again with the reality that you need to go to work today

he goes through the same stages every single day, like clockwork, hoping for you to change your mind and give in just once

(isn’t that the definition of insanity?)

he starts off by reasoning with you, calm as he can pretend to be, cooking you your hearty breakfast (he’d even learned to cook for you) as he tries to rationalise you staying with him today

you just went to work yesterday

you haven’t had a day off in so long

you’re looking a little off-colour, maybe you should sit today out

one day off wouldn’t hurt your colleagues

and so on until he plates up your food and sits at the table with you, chowing down on some apples whilst you eat and diligently debunk every argument he made

then his arguments will start to get a bit more desperate, more frenzied as he runs his hands through his messy hair (not having bothered to put it up yet)

you don’t need to work, he can provide for you through home

poppy will bring you food so there’s no need for the paycheque

everyone misses you whilst you’re away so why would you want to upset them

but, of course, these don’t work on you and you just smile and shake your head and get up to change into your uniform

wally follows you, still arguing — almost yelling — as he slowly devolves into begging you to stay

he can feel his chest tightening and his vision is fading in and out and his hands are trembling as he collapses in front of you and grabs onto the edges of your blazer

no longer arguing

no longer shouting

just begging in a broken whisper that’s as close as he can get with his permanent grin to sobbing

begging you not to leave him

please don’t walk out the door

what if you don’t come home

he can’t live without you, please

please, please, please

he’ll do anything you want

just don’t walk out of that door

exasperated, you sigh, and kiss the top of his head and gently pry his hands away from you as you reassure him that you’re only going to be gone for a few hours

that you’ll be back before he knows it — and he shouldn’t be so silly about the whole thing since you’ve never not come back to him

and he whispers that maybe this time you won’t

and you very firmly promise that you will before hurrying out of the door so you’re not late to work

leaving your husband dejected and silent, kneeling on your bedroom floor and just staring emptily at the carpet

you’d gone. again.

you’d fucking left him. again.

because he was such a failure that he couldn’t keep you home and now he was going to lose you

he’d seen what your coworkers looked like, how they acted and sounded, he’d followed you to work plenty of times — and he saw how some of them looked at you

they looked at you like he did and he wanted to kill them for it — and he would if he knew it wouldn’t upset you

because the last thing he wanted was to drive you away

but still: you were his spouse, his darling, his muse — and he couldn’t believe the unneighbourly gall those people had to look at you that way, to even think of you that way

you were his

so rather than take a life, wally channelled his anger into the moment and wreaked havoc throughout home

tearing up canvases, tossing tables and generally destroying whatever he could

even home didn’t dare try and intervene

not until he’d gotten his rage out enough and he was back to being his calm and (semi-)rational self

when he’d calmly stand and walk through the chaos he’d created, up to your bathroom where he’d get dressed and do his hair up — humming a merry tune as he went

then he’d pick up a dustpan and broom and get to work on cleaning up his mess so you’d come back to a clean house

you only deserved the best, after all

and he couldn’t have you knowing about how he could get

it’s when he’s cleaning up home that he starts contemplating new ways to make you stay home — to stay with him, away from those nasty prying eyes

maybe howdy will have some sleeping pills that he can crush up into your food — or something even nastier — so that you’d get sick enough to stay home for a few days

wally certainly wouldn’t mind playing nurse

or perhaps he can have home lock all of the doors and windows and prevent you from getting out — you’d have no reason to leave and you’d have all the time in the world to see why you shouldn’t

home loved you too, after all, and he was sure they’d be up for it with a little convincing

then again he could always call up your place of work (it was easy enough to snag their contact information the first time he followed you in) and just lie

maybe your service was poor or maybe you were secretly a criminal stealing company assets… he could just take a few files from your folder, you’re trusting enough to not check before you leave

it would be easy enough, all of it, to pull off — but more planning would be needed, and he really didn’t want to hurt you

he loved you, after all, that was why he was doing all of this

why he chose to stay at home, why he learned to cook, why he became the best househusband he could be

and why he knew that he needed to do something to keep you with him

but, then again, there was always the chance that he could convince you on his own — no drugged food or spiked drinks or sabotage required — to stay at home

he just needed more time — and he’d give you all the time you needed because that’s what good husbands do

#sleepingdeath #gender neutral reader #welcome home x reader #yandere welcome home #yandere x reader #yandere wally darling x reader #wally darling x reader

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ikarasu · 5 months

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🍫White Chocolate🍫

Yandere Carlo/P x Reader

Warning: spoilers, yandere behavior, broken bones, and death

P/Carlo’s Perspective: 🍫Dark Chocolate🍫

Final Part: 🥀Tummy Ache🥀

Word Count: 1715

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At a young age, Carlo and I knew that we were to marry. My parents were successful vehicle inventors who were very interested in Geppetto’s works. Geppetto wanted his son to marry the perfect spouse. So our parents took an opportunity and formed an arranged marriage. I knew that Carlo hated me, because of the arrangement. Feeling that now he has no chance of experiencing real love. I, on the other hand, fell in love at first sight. Everything that Carlo did felt so honest and pure. I watched Carlo grow up into a fine young man, but our relationship never improved. He would always avoid me at any chance given. Yet I still loved him despite his bitter nature towards me. Loving Carlo was like savoring dark chocolate. It’s so pure and rich but leaves nothing but a bitter aftertaste.

As the plague worsened my family had us move away from Krat. Yet my parents still caught the disease and eventually passed away six months after contracting it. I returned to Krat in hopes of finding Geppetto and Carlo. Only to return to the beginning of the puppet frenzy. I found Geppetto and was told of Carlo’s passing before he rushed me to take refuge at The Krat Hotel with a few other survivors.

I don’t know how long it has been since I’ve taken refuge here. But I’ve grown to enjoy the company of others. Usually, I help around with Polendina or chat with Sophia and Eugénie. I have not heard news from Geppetto recently, and I can’t help but worry. Leading me to think about Carlo and how I wasn’t there for his final moments. It hurts to think that I never got to say bye and tell him the truth about my feelings.

The loud creaking of the front entrance doors opening pulls me out of my thoughts. Like a bitter pill, I swallow up my feelings and head downstairs to greet whoever had just entered. As I head down the stairs I hear Sophia chatting. ‘It must be another survivor…’

“Sophia, who’s the newcomer-“

I stop as I look up at the face of the newcomer. Suddenly I feel sick to the stomach and I take a step back.

“I-it can’t be….”

There stands a confused familiar face. His unfamiliar blue eyes are glassy and dull, but his freckles are a constellation of stars I have memorized by heart.

“Oh, (name), I want you to meet P” Sophia says as she looks over at me with concern.

P raises his hand slowly as he stares at me. He almost touches my hand but I run. I headed to my room as fast as I could. My breath is erratic, my heart is pounding, and my mind is spinning. I feel like the world is collapsing on me and I fall to my knees and cry alone in my room.

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*knock knock*

I refuse to move from my bed after the events from earlier today. The confusion and feeling of being lied to is conflicted inside me.

“(Name)… it’s me, Geppetto. May I come in?”

He sighs as he hears no response from me.

“I’m assuming you met my latest creation…..”

The door whips open revealing my angered expression.

“Is that what he is, Geppetto? Just another toy to you?! Some sick way to make up for your shortcomings as a father figure to Carlo?!”

My fists are trembling and the hot tears spill from my cheeks. Geppetto holds one of my fists gently before making me look at his face.

“Let me explain everything to you… there’s more to it…”

We sit in my room as Geppetto explains his whole plan to revive Carlo. I hesitate at his words, everything about it seems inhumane. Yet he tries to reassure me with promises of me getting my chance to love Carlo again.

“I can’t Geppetto… none of this sounds right. I miss Carlo as well, deeply, but this is too much for me.”

I guide him out of my room to let me process everything that has been said.

The next few days I try to go through my day as per usual. Trying to ignore those same blue glassy eyes following my form as I pass by. Despite their beautiful color, they’re too fake and doll-like for me to appreciate.

I go to the library to browse some books to read. On the top shelf, I notice one of my favorite books sitting on it. I try to reach for it as best as I can. My fingers barely graze the spine of the book before suddenly I feel a cold form pressing against my back. A larger hand easily grabs the book I was reaching for. Turning around slowly I refuse to meet his eyes. I quickly take the book and give him a quiet thank you before running off. If I had taken the time to look I would’ve noticed the way his eyes showed something new, longing.

I try to avoid him whenever he is in the hotel. Until one day I was feeling more somber than usual. Today would’ve been Carlo’s birthday. Sitting alone at the piano I play an old tune, one that I thought Carlo would’ve enjoyed if he and I got along. The tears drip from my face as I continue to play. Quietly the front doors of the hotel open and P walks in. P’s footsteps go unnoticed by me as I drown myself in my sorrows. He feels something deep down in his heart pulling him towards me. The feelings ran deep and made the ergo in his veins flow more. He felt like he had no control over these feelings. Remembering Geppetto’s words in his office after defeating the watchman at the city hall.

“(Name) and Carlo were made for each other. Treat them well, even if they’re a bit rough around the edges at the moment. They’ll come around sooner or later”

The song comes to an end and the room is now only filled with the sounds of my quiet sobs. I gasp as I feel a hand touch my shoulder. P stands there and looks at me with concern.

“Go away… You’re the last ‘thing’ I want to see at the moment” I say resentfully.

Instead of listening to me, P pulls me into a hug. I freeze and then I let myself melt. Carlo would’ve never hugged me so comfortably. The tears spill more and for once I look back at those blue eyes. He stares at me so lovingly and kindly. Maybe this is okay…maybe I can love again…

As P progressed on his journey our relationship bloomed. He was patient when I was stubborn and he was loving when I needed it. Loving P was like milk chocolate. The perfect balance of sweetness with no bitter aftertaste. He was perfect and I gave him all of my heart.

P came into the hotel and came to my room. One look at his face and I knew what he was thinking. We lay together one last time before he had to go off and finish off Simon. Our tears and hearts are shared one last time.

“I promise to come back… I won’t leave you again, (name)”

🥀~🍫~🥀~🍫~🥀~Time Skip~🥀~🍫~🥀~🍫~🥀~

Screams are all I can hear ringing through the hotel. I hide in my room crying as I fear for my life. They’re all gone. Eugénie, Venigni, Antonia, Polendina, Pulcinella… they’re all gone. I hear footsteps approaching my room and I feel sick to my stomach. I pray for them to turn away and move on. It’s silent for a few moments before I hear the handle of the door turn. I hid in my wardrobe before the door could be opened. Holding my breath as I stare through the crack of my wardrobe. The room is empty and everything is silent. I let out my breath before suddenly brown eyes appeared in front of the crack. A scream is ripped out of my throat as I’m yanked out of the wardrobe.

“My love~ I promised you I would come back”

I tried to push at his form but his body wouldn’t budge an inch. Staring at familiar brown eyes that are now filled with bloodlust. Familiar constellations of freckles are nowhere to be found. Only splatters of blood and oil speckle his face.

“Let me go! You monster!” I scream as I continue to thrash in his iron-like hold.

“Now, now, that’s not very nice of you love~” he says in a sugary tone

I continue to thrash as tears fall from my eyes. Praying to any gods that all of this is just some nightmare. Suddenly he pulls me by the hair to force me to look at him. His tone taking a dangerous turn.

“Father promised me that we were made for each other. So start acting like it, love.”

I tremble in his hold submissively. He smiles and releases my hair before leaning closer to my face.

“That’s a good spouse~”

Before he could lean any closer I grabbed the vase behind him and smashed it on his head. He staggers and I make a run for it. Skipping over steps as I make a dash for the exit. I manage to run out the doors into the rainy entrance before I’m tackled down. Grabbing onto my leg he gives me a dangerous look. A sickening crack and a scream were all that could be heard. I cry as the pain shoots up my leg.

“See? That’s what happens when you’re not a good spouse. I have to clip your wings” his tone has returned to that sickening sweet voice.

He pulls out a ring and looks at me. I try to crawl away but he pulls me back cradling me. I cry as he slips on the ring and pulls me into a possessive kiss.

“That’s right, love! Cry! It’s a joyous moment for both of us. Now we can be together forever just as we were meant to be”

This ‘love’ is like white chocolate. Its overly sweet taste is there to cover up the fact it isn’t chocolate. Only this time it’s all that you have left.

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Notes: I will edit this eventually rippppp

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lunarw0rks · 7 months

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I’m a bit hooked on the 141 guys as fathers.Can you write what the boys would be like if they tracked their daughter's location and found out she was in a random parking lot?

synopsis: it's thirty-past-ten; she's late.

maybe it's traffic, or maybe it's a late bus. then, why the hell is she in a parking lot?

PRICE

they were supposed to watch a movie together when she got home, so at first, he felt disappointed.

not upset with her, but the circumstances. checking his watch, price knew two things; she was late, and if she showed up now, he'd be too exhausted to finish a two-hour film.

but after checking the tracker, all fatigue practically left his body. he expected to find her sitting in traffic but instead spotted her in a shady lot on the mini-map.

drove over there, eyes constantly flickering over at the screen as he traveled with purpose.

anger wasn't what he felt yet, despite how stern he could be at times. what if something was wrong? who was she with? what if she was taken, and it was only her phone left in the car?

his years of captures and hostages and loss were truly infecting his mind, but it wasn't an outrageous fear to have concerning a teen daughter.

point-blank, she shouldn't be out here at night. and if he had it his way — not out at all past eight. but she was growing up, capable of free will, and price could never deny her that.

as he drove, he left her voicemails, urging her to call him back. though he wanted to scream, his voice remained an eerie calm. "call me, sweetheart. 'm on my way to you now. please."

SIMON

the quickest acting of all of them, and definitely the most enraged.

his mind is already in the worst of places when she's out — so having a genuine reason to be worried; he's losing his mind.

without texting or calling her, he's speeding down the road before he knows it, already having the location memorized from his short glance.

simon pulls into the lot and spots her. no, them. a small group of teens huddled under a streetlight.

"goddammit." he hisses under his breath, torn between relief and paternal fury. some of them scatter at the sight of a dark vehicle, thinking it's the police, others look up with curiosity. his daughter only sighs, recognizing the car.

he walks with purpose, fists clenched at his sides. "all of you, go home." it's a simple order, and the rest of them are too intimidated to argue.

grabs his daughter's bag and walks back to the car, hearing her follow him without bickering.

she knows better than that, at least.

before he opens the passenger door for her, he looms over her, "are you outta your mind? you were supposed to be home an hour ago. just get in the bloody car, kid."

simon never yelled at her; the sternness was enough.

SOAP

completely livid, purely because it wasn't her he didn't trust — it was the world she lived in.

it's no secret, soap can be a bit of a hothead. especially involving those he loves. with children, it's a whole other level.

similar to simon, he drove there as quickly as the law would allow — and then some. his tires screeched when he pulled in, finding her sitting in her car.

assessing the situation, he found nothing abnormal or dangerous, and that pissed him off.

startling her, he knocked on the window, "open the door, missy. 'm in no mood for games." she does, hesitantly, because his daughter knows that she's in the wrong.

there was no real reason to be skipping out on her father, other than a streak of teenage edginess. and unfortunately for johnny, he had a bout of that himself.

she fumbles her way through an explanation but does little to ease soap's distress. anything could have been wrong, let alone the fact that she was sitting alone in a parking lot. "tell you wha' — you can follow me home. probably yer last time driving for a while."

he preached independence for his kids yet loathed not having them in his sight all hours of the day.

GAZ

wasn't in a perfect spot with his daughter when it happened.

it wasn't a complete shock to find her skipping out on him, especially after all the bickering.

the arguments weren't serious — until they were.

gaz is a stricter parent than he appears, especially with his daughters and especially as they get older.

luckily, the lot is within walking distance of their home, so he wasn't completely distraught.

finds her on the ground against the building, knees to her chest and sulking over the spat.

kyle is very blunt when he approaches her. "we can do this here all night, or we can argue at home. tell me your answer now so i don't waste my time."

"sure, dad, that's what i need; to be micro-managed some more." his daughter huffs, rising to her feet. she surely got his attitude. it was like arguing with a mirror, and he loved/hated it.

his eyes roll, and he isn't in any mood to actually argue with her, let alone in the middle of a dim lot. "i'd rather you hate my guts safe in your room. now let's go."

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༉‧₊˚. divider cred. - cafekitsune ⊹。

#rachel speaks #mw2 #call of duty #task force 141 #141 headcanons #141 hcs #cod headcanons #cod hcs #mw2 hcs #mw2 headcanons #task force 141 x reader #141 task force #tf 141 #mw2 fanfic

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bedoballoons · 8 months

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hi! i saw requests were open, may i requests albedo, itto and tighnari's significant other coming home after a long time away? maybe some angst to fluff? thank you!

Ive actually wanted to write something like this for so long!! I hope you like it <3 Also so sorry if it's been a long time since you've requested this!!

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿─

{༻~Coming home after awhile~༺}

CW: Slight angst because of missing the reader but fluffy in the end!!

(Includes: Albedo, Itto, and Tighnari!)

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𑁍༄Albedo:

Albedo stared aimlessly at the wall, a habit he had picked up after you'd left and it wasn't because he was bored or didn't have anything to do, on the contrary, he could busy himself with experiments and alchemy very easily, but without you around...life just seemed dull at certain moments...just like this one. He missed you terribly and you being gone longer than usual was really messing with him, to the point he was starting to worry you might never come back...

"Albeeedooo...immm baaack"

His eyes widened at the sound of your voice, his heart skipping a beat as he turned around, how you'd managed to get through the door without him knowing a mystery that he currently didn't care about, because seeing you after so long filled him with the warmth he'd been missing. "I'm so happy you're back...I missed you so much my love." He grasped your hand gently, lifting it slightly to place a kiss on top, his bright blue eyes looking up at you with pure joy. "I missed you too..." You smiled sweetly at him, his fingers holding you chin as he placed his next kiss on your soft lips...a feeling he simply couldn't live without.

𑁍༄Itto:

Itto crossed his arms, sighing dramatically as his onikabuto lost yet another battle, their normal strength seemingly weak compared to all recent opponents...or perhaps it was him who was off, after all, he didn't have you by his side. Yes he had told you to follow your heart and travel as much as you could and he really did want that for you..., but you were his cheerleader, the love of his life...being without you for so long...he just wasn't the same.

"Ahh come on how about 2 outta 3?" He attempted, doing his best to regain his happy go lucky demeanor as he spoke to the little boy in front of him...who was holding his candy he'd just won for dear life. Just the sight was enough to make you feel right at home...gosh you'd missed him, "Itto...I think he won fair and square. How about you let him take the prize and I'll give you a kiss for participation."

The Oni instantly perked up, his eyes sparkling as soon as they caught sight of you, "I don't know what a participation is but I'll definitely take that kiss over some candy!" He wrapped his big arms around you, lifting you up as he hugged you and making you laugh happily, nothing could put a smile on your face as fast as he could. You connected your lips to his in a loving kiss, pulling away just long enough to kiss his cheek.

𑁍༄Tighnari:

Tighnari bit his lip, trying his best to focus on his papers even though his tail was swaying furiously back and forth, the though of you returning any second after being gone so long, pestering him to the point he couldn't think of anything else but that beautiful smile he wanted to see so badly...or your perfect voice that his ears kept twitching in attempt to hear. He truthfully didn't think he'd be able to handle even one more day without you with him...

He stood up, leaving his desk behind so he could pace the room for a few moments...then make his way to the front door, his large ears pressed up against it...listening for your footsteps. Just as he was about to give up hope he heard the tip tap of your shoes against the ground, the sound enough to make him throw open the door. His body moving without thinking as he pulled you into him, capturing you in a tight hug before you could even walk into the house.

"Tighnari you're crushing mee" You joked hugging him back as a light blush coated your cheeks, you couldn't believe how quickly he had made your day better, any sad feeling expelled as soon as you saw him. "Sorry but the crushing hug is non-negotiable, after being gone so long this is your punishment." He chuckled, placing soft little kisses all over your face, his last one being a loving kiss on the lips that neither of you could get enough of...

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ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚Enjoy*⁠.⁠✧

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betasquads · 30 days

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MOVIE, Niko Omilana———————————

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"Based off of ceilings (Lizzy McAlpine)"

summary: A first date that turned out to be really successful with Niko, gets repeated with a different girl that wasn't you. Or maybe, you just didn't know what was real life and wasn't.

warning: CONTAINS SPOILERS —> maladaptive daydreaming, kissing

A/N: I hope the ending makes sense, if not, pls feel free to ask 🙏🏻

*A year ago from present time*

Laughter.

A feeling that makes all your worries wash away.

That was all that was heard as the both of you step out of the restaurant you had just been on for your first date. "It's raining." His smile is wide, your perfect smile reflecting his. That's what he would describe it as.

He intertwines your hand with his. "You ready?"

The moment he catches the small nod you had sent him, the both of you make a run to his car. Fits of laughter and giggles echoed on the street and stares from strangers was received, but who cared?

None of you did. This would be a memory that will forever be implanted in your brain. That was all that mattered.

He rushes to open your door and he makes a run to the drivers seat, the both of you sliding inside his car as quick as possible.

You sigh as you give a quick glance to your shoes, "My shoes are now full of water. Should've parked closer." You spoke as you tucked in your seatbelt.

"It wasn't on my agenda that it would rain on our special day." He says as he places the seatbelt in its place, a few skips of your own heartbeat when the word special leaves his lips.

Special day.

It made your lips twitch into a smile.

"A run to the car didn't do anything." You shake your head as you observe Niko's wet hair, plump lip, wet shirt on sight.

He nudges you, "You look way worse than I do. Don't come for me." His eyes are on you as he starts the engine.

You giggle as you shake your head, "Now that is not true!"

"Yeah it is. You look like Shrek's wife except your makeup is more damaged." He laughs deeply as he sees the way your face retorts into offense, your mouth slightly open.

You chuckle to yourself as you open your phone and go to the camera to check how you really looked, "I'm holding this one against you. Just wait and you'll see."

He shrugs like he was unbothered, which makes you roll your eyes despite the grin on your face never leaving.

But without you noticing, he almost curses at himself, scared that he had already said something wrong. He was observing from time to time how you always took a small look at yourself. How could you not see how perfect you already looked? You didn't need to fix anything.

"I don't wanna leave." You whisper to yourself so he couldn't hear, but the small glance he gave you as he parked outside your house proved that he did infact hear you.

After he safely parks the car, he responds with a, 'Me neither.' Which made you relieved.

A few minutes pass by with just pure silence, except you were comfortable in them. And so was he.

"Did I hurt you with what I said earlier?" Niko was the first to break the silence, your eyebrows furrowed.

A small confused smile appears, his heart warming at the sight.

"Hurt me with what?"

He looks down, ashamed. "You know." He shrugs. You squint your eyes, confused.

"The Shrek wife's joke. I'm sorry if it made you upset. I got too comfortable with you. I know it's our first date and i don't want to ruin this because I really like you. I like this." He signals to the both of you.

You smile at how much of a gentleman he was being. "Don't apologize, Niko. That's exactly what I wanted, for you to be comfortable with me. It's really attractive that you threw a joke at me. It's hard to find anyone like that." You fully turn around to him, even though you were supposed to say goodbye to him and get out of the car.

But instead, you wanted to stay for just a few minutes.

He does the same as well, turning fully around to face you.

You swore you could see his eyes dilate at the compliment you had just given him, his eyes softening. He raises his hands to tuck the soaked strand of hair that stood by your eyes behind your ears, "You look incredibly beautiful. From the start of it, till the very end." He whispers loud enough for you to hear.

You grin at his words, enveloped with the way his eyes took every part of your feature with love.

You didn't know what was coming, but the next second, you felt his warms lips on yours. You take a deep breath from the feeling that was overwhelming you with excitement and sick butterflies that developed in the bottom of your stomach.

You didn't know it, but he was feeling it aswell. His lips perfectly fit yours, like it was fate. The world just knew you were meant for each other.

One of his hands lay on the curve of your waist, the other lying on the nape of your neck. Both of your hands go up to his cheeks, smiling as you scratch his stubble.

"Tomorrow?" He rasps against your lips, sending vibrations against you as he spoke.

"Mhm." You hum. Just as you wanted more of his luscious lips, you take the last taste from his lips that happens to be already swollen.

The night had to be put to an end at some point.

"Can't wait." He says with giddiness, a faint blush on his face.

Before you got up to leave, he gives you one more kiss. Except, it was a forehead kiss.

His face becomes a mess as it slowly goes red, looking at anything but your reaction. "Bye." He almost stammers.

He gets out the car to follow you, to make sure you got in there safely. The rain soaks your clothes once again as you go up the steps, your boots making rhythm with the harsh rain.

Once you stood right infront of your door you get out your keys, but you found your hand in the air frozen, not being able to do it.

You knew you were hesitant to unlock the door to your home. You were aware he was right behind you waiting until you go back to him. You just felt it.

How could you feel so addicted to someone after one night?

You turn around slowly, and there he stood with a small smile on his face, "What is it?" He asks, although deep inside you knew that he knew the exact reason on why you couldn't stay away.

"I can't leave." You admit, "Not yet." you felt as if what you were saying right now might be creeping him out, but he proves you wrong by pulling you by the waist with an aggression you never came across.

His lips touch yours with softness, enveloping you with an unfamiliar feeling that has you curious to unveil every part of it.

"So," He mumbles against your lips. "Pretty."

He smiles when he feels your smile triggering at the compliment. The both of you stood right infront of your door and the water soaking your clothes, but that didn't matter at all.

It all felt like pure love.

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*Present time, exactly a year ago.*

All of this movie replayed on your mind as the exact date of last year hits you all at once as you looked outside the window from your home.

But it wasn't just a movie all playing in your mind, was it?

It used to be real life.

How could it coincidentally just be raining at the exact same day, oh wait. And Niko being in the exact same car and being right outside your house, parked at the exact same spot.

Except in the car, it was with some other girl. Not you.

Was the world trying to do this to you? To taunt you and torture you because it didn't work out with him?

But now, Niko was in his car with a girl. Well, she wasn't just any girl in the passenger seat... She almost looked like you.

but it wasn't you.

A sense of Deja Vu hits you as you remember this exact moment. You knew what was coming.

A kiss. A kiss in his car.

A kiss in your car. You thought to yourself.

You see that exact smile before the kiss, the smile you've grown to memorize. The moment his lips fall on hers, you look away, feeling the way your heartstrings tug on you with pain.

You're tempted to look back, but this time, the girl was gone, and he stood there in the rain looking at a door that was closing.

Your heart drops as you catch his eyesight for a second, you swore to yourself that he noticed you.

It was confirmed when he looked back, like he had to take a double take to actually know if it's you.

His eyes are wide, his hair wet from the heavy rain, his lips plump just like the night of your first ever date.

This time, the love he had for you was gone.

It felt like the Niko you had known, doesn't really exist to you anymore.

You couldn't look at him anymore, your fingertips shutting the blinds with force, a loud noise occurring.

You shoot up from your bed, you felt like your ears were ringing. You were breathing heavily as you try to differentiate between what's real life and what wasn't.

What the hell was that loud noise? You thought.

As realization hits and everything started making sense to you, you slowly lay back down. Your breathing getting more steadier.

All of this wasn't real.

Now you had remembered what had happened. You were laid out on your bed, staring at your ceiling as you daydreamed of a person who didn't really exist.

None of it was real.

Niko wasn't real and you were just making him up. Well, at least that's what you thought.

You being unaware, the exact person who you daydreamed of, is exactly doing the exact same thing to you.

The both of you unaware that when the time has come, the world will indeed connect you.

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houseofhyde · 1 year

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aemond doesn't know...

pairing. modern!aegon targaryen x fem!reader

synopsis. ...that aegon and you do it in his van every sunday.

warnings. modern au, fuckbuddy!aegon, best friend!aemond, artist!aemond, drummer!aegon, light angst, smut (p in v, creampie, hair pulling, light anal play (?), use of slut.)

word count. 1.5k

hyde’s input. happy valentines, guys, gals and whores! <3 i was supposed to be posting a daemon smut but i got sidetracked bc scotty doesn't know by lustra came on shuffle and, well, my mind is hyperactive. my attraction to aegon is purely fueled by the fact i've been attracted to tom glynn carney since dunkirk. not completely comfortable writing for him yet though, so i may end up restricting myself to only writing modern aus when it comes to aegon. fic has not been edited!!

taglist. i've chosen not to tag anyone as this is the first time i'm posting for this character and am unsure who on my taglist is comfortable reading aegon fics.

let’s get one thing clear: you are not dating aemond targaryen.

sure, he walks you to class every morning despite his own being on the other end of campus; and drags himself out of bed at one, two, three in the morning to pick you up on the nights you work the closing shift. and, ok, he brings you out for lunch, and dinner, and home for the holidays. sure, he’s filled sketchbooks with drawings of you, he’s skipped out on lectures just to clean vomit out of your hair and last-nights make-up off your face, he’s almost stolen a handful of picture-perfect kisses beneath mistletoes and sunsets.

but, he’s never made his move.

so aegon feels no remorse for his love-struck brother as he rips off the red lace panties that conceal his latest best friend.

she’s always there for him, waiting with open arms- between open legs- and offering the warmest of hugs for his cock. she’s pretty and clean and tastes like a tangy peach, just a little too ripe but perfect for his liking.

“hey there sweetheart,” his voice, bouncing off the walls of the overheating vehicle, coos over his own excitement. she’s hard to resist, dribbling with sticky sweetness, and aegon swears- he swears!- that she winks at him, taunting him to slip inside to the promised land. “hmm, what’s that, darling? i missed you too.”

“would you stop talking to my pussy like it’s a person and hurry up!” and there you are to burst his bubble, on all fours with your skirt flipped up over your (in aegon’s opinion) perfectly shaped ass and trying oh so hard to not comment on the mess of empty beer cans and fast food wrappers and miscellaneous parts of a drum-set that occupy the unholy grounds of the back of aegon’s van.

“don’t listen to her, sugarplum,” you’d cringe at his choice of pet-name, were it not for the fact the insufferable bastard’s leaning down to press a kiss on your rear-cheeks, peaceful pecks concluded with the lewd- and unexpectedly intriguing- drag of his tongue over your asshole. you lurch forward, stopped only by the grasp of his hands on your hips. “she’s just jealous of what we have, always trying to get between us.”

he’s a cruel torturer, a sadist who gets a kick out of making you squirm and cry and ache for his touch. maybe it’s about the power it gives him, to see you so pliant and needy for naught but him. or perhaps it’s a point he’s needing to prove, to curse that stuck up little brother of his who’s always making comments on the women he choses to indulge himself him.

oh, what he’d give to have aemond stumble upon this scene of him, the puppet master, and you, the poor thing on a string, mouth dropping open in a quiet plea as aegon toys his thumb over your puckered hole, an unspoken threat to fill it before he so much as touches your soaked cunt.

“aegon, please!”

“hmm, i seriously need to get a recording of you saying that,” you don’t need to look over your shoulder to know he’s grinning like the cat that got the cream. nevertheless, you look, and what a sight he is: eyes more black than blue, hair a messed crown upon his head, hardened nipples the prettiest shade of blush pink. unlike you, he’s shamelessly nude for anyone to see, dare they stumble too close to the rocking van. “make it my ringtone, or put you on our debut record.”

you’ve no real clue who our encompasses, though you guess it’s whatever recent mediocre band the targaryen boy’s landed himself in.

the same band aemond keeps saying he needs to take you to see, a so called night-of-laughter you need away from all those assignments and exams that keep getting in the way of your designated best friend dates.

“you’re so gross,” your words clash with your actions, arching your back and further presenting him with where you need him most.

“oh, but you love it.”

and you do, you really do.

you love how aegon fills you, slow at first to “get your pretty kitty stretched”, and all at once after he’s got the first few inches in, no warning before the head of him brutishly knocks against your cervix. you love the groaning and moaning and utter bullshit that finds it’s way out of his cushioned lips, whines of so tight and praises of you take me so fucking well, baby. you love how he talks you through it, voice a gentle whisper of encouragement from the moment the took your virginity till even now, months and several more encounters later. you love that he plays you like an instrument, skillful with the move of his fingers and careful with the pressing of your buttons.

“yeah, like it from this angle, don’t you? like to take me nice and deep,” he’s spewing out behind you, fucking into you at a speed that’s got not only you whining but the van too. “what a pretty little slut i’ve made out of you.”

you hate that he’s aegon. dirty, slimy, enemy/big brother to your best friend, aegon. you hate that it would crush aemond to know this is how you’re spending your sunday, cramped in the back of his brother’s van as he defiles you from behind. you hate that you keep coming back.

“what’d you tell him this time, huh?” like he’s reading your mind, aegon questions you, words slurring together in the haze of lust, no need to name the man you both know unites you as much as he divides you. “where’ds he think you are?”

“ch-aah,” the word is lost among the slapping of skin and the cry of sheer terrified pleasure you feel as he reaches so deep you’re almost sure you feel him in your guts, arms giving out beneath you and leaving you pressed face first into the floor. “church! he, he thinks i’m in church.”

“if he’s thinking you’re on your knees,” aegon’s words fall upon deaf ears as the cord begins to tighten in your lower stomach, threatening to snap any second and leave you to fall into the pits of pleasure. “he’s not entirely wrong.”

he doesn’t need to be told when or how to touch you, he just knows, and so it’s no surprise when the rough pads of aegon’s fingers rub over your aching clit. the euphoric feeling of the tough skin dancing over your buzzing bundle of nerves and his cock, pulsating and raw, fucking into you over and over and over, molding a home for itself within your tight cunt, it’s all too much.

“c’mon, pretty girl, you can do it.” he’s so encouraging, so supportive as his free hand tangles itself in your hair, swift with the way it’s pulling you up till your back hits his chest. “give me what i want, go on. cum on my cock, pretty please baby.”

you do as he commands, mouth dropping open in a cry of ecstasy heard only by you, aegon and the walls that make up his beaten van. he’s not far behind, thrusts turning sloppy in the final moments as he fights through the squeeze of your orgasm before he’s spilling inside of you, head burrowed in the crook of your neck to stiffle the pathetic whimpers born from the feeling of stuffing you full of his cum till it’s dripping out of you and onto the floor, joining the rest of the mess.

“shh, shh, atta girl.” the press of his lips against your forehead is grounding, soothing you just as much as the stroke of his hands over your thighs as you crash back against him, energy drained and muscles aching. aegon’s no better, heart running at the speed of a stallion and skin burning hot red from the unbearable heat. “that’s it, you’re good. i’ve got you.”

as it always goes, you pull away first.

you fight back a discomforted frown as the emptiness hits you, what remains of his spend inside of you now dripping out to the surface of your slit. neither of you talk as you clean yourselves up, him tugging his clothes back on and you checking just how badly your makeup has smudged.

it's worse than any walk of shame, really, this stifling silence that fills the space between you as he sparks up the engine and begins the drive back.

“this can’t happen again.” it’s only once you’ve stepped out the door that you speak, hand resting on the handle and eyes focusing anywhere than his hands on the stearing wheel, the same hands he’d had burried between your thighs less than an hour before.

“you said that the last time.”

“i mean it!” you don’t. “this is the last time, aegon.” it’s not.

you only make it halfway up the path to the door of your house till he’s honking his horn and rolling his window down.

“i’ll see you same time next week, yeah?”

“fuck you!” and, yet, you smile.

“can’t wait, sweetheart!”

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